Ancient prose: Iraq violates Qi, and it is cold at the back door. I live in the suburbs with my disciples, and the weather is getting colder and colder. I said to my disciples: I live with my clothes; I live with my clothes and children. Chinese scholars also cherish death for the world. Children are not worth loving. My son and my son's clothes. "My husband is a loser. He hates the clothes of a nation." "Yi Rong sighed and said," wow! This is not good. "Take off your clothes and your disciples and die in the middle of the night. Disciple is alive.

Yi Rong left Qi for Lu. It was cold, but he didn't arrive until the city gate was closed. Living in the wild with an apprentice is even colder. (He) said to his disciples, "If you give me clothes, I can live; I give you clothes, and you can live. I am a famous bachelor in the country and don't want to die for my country. You are an insignificant person, and you are not worth cherishing. Please give me your clothes. " Disciple: "Since I am a villain, how can I dress up as a famous bachelor in China?" Yi Rong sighed, "alas! The world is so decadent! " He took off his clothes and gave them to his disciples. He died at midnight. His disciple saved his life.