MTL - Farmer of Shu Han-Chapter 1192 death

  Chapter 1192 Death of illness

  Being called by Guan Qiujian as Li Xin's generation, both Ju Fu and Meng Yan thought it was an insult to Feng Duhu.

  However, Feng Duhu didn't take it seriously, and even had a smile on his face:

   "Wu An dare to compare with Li Xin?"

  Li Xin's descendants produced a celebrity named Li Guang.

   Of course, that's not the point.

  The key point is that the descendants of Li Guang moved to Longxi, and they were called the Li family of Longxi by later generations.

  In the original history, the Li family of Longxi finally rose in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and once established Xiliang in Liangzhou.

  Later, another unified dynasty was established: Tang Dynasty.

  Historically known as the prosperous Han and Tang Dynasties.

  The prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties not only represented the prosperity, but also represented the coming of all nations and the top of the world.

   Is this the dream of many Chinese people?

  If his descendants were so awesome, Feng Duhu felt like he would laugh out loud while lying in his ashes in the coffin.

  In fact, Feng Duhu couldn't help laughing now:

   "Interesting, interesting, come on."

  Feng Duhu put away the letter and handed it to the guard behind him, "Keep it away, remember to remind me to give it to my wife for safekeeping when I get back to Chang'an."

  Both Gou Fu and Meng Yan were somewhat at a loss when they saw Feng Duhu's appearance.

   Feng Duhu thought for a while, and then said:

   "General Ju, I want to trouble you with something."

   "Chongduhu, please tell me."

   "Help me write a letter, and then send it to the other side, just say Cheng Wujun's auspicious words."

   "The last general takes orders."

  The previous letter was written by Meng Yan, and Ju Fu knew it.

  He only said that Duhu let himself write it this time for the sake of fairness.

   Not only him, even Meng Yan thinks so.

   It's just that what the two of them didn't expect was that Feng Duhu felt that the words written by Meng Yan in the last letter were a bit indescribable.

   That is, it is a little bit better than what I wrote.

  Gu Fu was born with a common surname in Brazil County. His handwriting is presumably better than that of Meng Yan, who was born as an aboriginal of the half-barbarian and half-Han aristocracy in Nanzhong.

  Actually, the block letters written by Feng Duhu with a quill pen can still be read.

  But quills are mostly used where shorthand is required, or for less formal occasions.

  Official documents still need to use a brush.

   Otherwise, it is a little less respectful.

   Just like a chair, at home or on occasions that do not require etiquette, everyone sits on a chair for comfort.

  But if you are discussing policies or discussing with the court, you still have to sit on your knees to show seriousness and formality.

  These habits and etiquette do not mean that they can be changed in a short period of time after new things appear.

  Feng Duhu didn't think about forcibly changing the habits of the world for these trivial things—the ratio of effort to gain is not worth it.

  Time can change everything, let time do these things.

   On the other hand, Wu Qiujian, after receiving the letter sent by Feng Duhu again, was a little puzzled:

   "Take my good words? What do you mean? When did I say good things to him?"

   Not only are the words in the letter incomprehensible, but even the font of the letter has changed from last time: steady, solemn, vigorous, and powerful.

  If it was really written by the same person, then the handwriting of these two letters obviously represent two different moods.

  In the last letter, Feng Zei probably wrote it casually with a joking or even mocking attitude, so his handwriting was random.

   But this time, it became serious.

  So, what is said in this letter now is irony?

   What is Feng thief planning to do?

  Thinking of this, the doubts on Guanqiu Jian's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a dignified look.

   "Zhongduhu, what should we do?"

  On the west bank of Danshui, Ju Fu and Meng Yan asked Guan Qiujian what was in his heart.

  The torrent of red water rolled in front of them.

   If you cross by force, it doesn't mean you can't.

  Since Feng Duhu led the army to go out, it is not that there is no leader to force him through.

   But it is obvious that facing the defense line on the other side carefully constructed by the Wei thieves, if they want to cross by force, they must be prepared to make huge sacrifices.

  In addition to the red water at this time, the water volume is large and the water flow is fast, so it is not a good time to cross.

  The most important thing is that less than 30,000 people captured Caoqiao Pass this time.

  If there are too many casualties due to crossing the water, it may not be easy to capture Caoqiao Pass.

   "Don't worry, the mountain road is difficult at this time, and the luggage behind the army has not fully caught up."

   Feng Duhu looked at the river with a calm face:

   "This time, it's not us who are anxious, but the people of Wu."

   "The appearance of Guan Qiujian here means that our goal has been achieved."

   "We can wait until all the luggage arrives later."

  The advantage of relying on the inside line to support operations is here. You don't have to worry about the rear, and you don't have to worry about logistical shortages.

   "Now, it's Lu Xun's turn to play."

   Guan Qiujian appeared here, either the battle between Wei and Wu in Jingzhou was over—or at least the result was drawn.

   Either Guanqiu Jian really had to lead the army forward after weighing the pros and cons because of the name of someone Feng, as Lu Xun planned.

  Lu Xun was one of the top military figures in the Three Kingdoms era, and Feng Duhu believed in his level.

   So he leans towards the second case.

   Even if there is an accident, it doesn't matter.

   It’s a big deal to withdraw the army, and there is no loss anyway—as long as Wu Guo can’t take Xiangyang, the big man doesn’t have to take Caoqiaoguan at this time.

  As for the worst case scenario: Lu Xun has taken Xiangyang, but the big man stopped at Caoqiao Pass.

   This situation was not within Feng Duhu's plan.

  After all, if Xiangyang is gone, what Guanqiu Jian needs to do most at this time is to shrink his troops and defend the north of Han River instead of running to Caoqiao Pass.

  Because this is tantamount to giving the back road to Lu Xun, and at the same time giving the whole of Nanyang to the State of Wu.

   Guan Qiujian didn't realize it at this time, what he was going to face was the joint strangling of the big man and the top figures of Wu.

  Feng Duhu thought that the foreplay was almost over, so he waited for Lu Xun to appear.

  However, he did not expect that the general of the Wu army who was attacking at this time was falling into grief and panic.

  Originally, according to the plan, after finding out that Wu Qiujian had left Xiangyang, the Wu army should invest more troops in an effort to defeat the Wei army in the middle.

  Unexpectedly, Wu Jun stopped the offensive suddenly and strangely.

  In Wu Junshuai's tent, Zhuge Jin, the great general of Wu State, was lying on the marching couch with his eyes closed.

  If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest from time to time, he could still see that he was still breathing.

   If someone who doesn't know the truth is really going to come over, I'm afraid I have to suspect that there is already a dead person on the bed.

  The generals who were supposed to lead the army at the front line were all gathered here at this time, and no one spoke.

  Even the medical workers accompanying the army stood silently at the end of the couch, no longer making the last effort.

  In the tent of the Wu Jun army, there was a strange death.

   Fortunately, the silence was soon broken.

  The sound of hurried footsteps came from the commander's tent, and then someone raised the curtain. Before the person arrived, the voice came first:

   "My lord, my lord!"

  Zhuge Jin's youngest son, Zhuge Rong, rushed in and threw himself in front of Zhuge Jin's couch, shouting continuously.

  The expensive and luxurious clothes on his body made of brocade silk were all muddy at this time.

   It can be seen that after receiving the news that Zhuge Jin was seriously ill, he probably didn't make any preparations, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he rushed here day and night.

  Otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t come here wearing fancy clothes that are not suitable for traveling far.

   Probably the connection between father and son, more likely it was Zhuge Rong's call, waking up Zhuge Jin who was in a coma.

   But seeing Zhuge Jin who had been silent all this time, his eyelids trembled a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

   "My lord? My lord?"

   Seeing his lord woke up, Zhuge Rong subconsciously lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that an accident would make Zhuge Jin fall into a coma again.

  Zhuge Jin didn't fully wake up immediately, but saw his withered lips move, and a vague "ho ho" sound came out from the back of his throat.

   After a while, a faint voice sounded:

   "Saburo? Is it Saburo? Is Saburo here?"

   "My lord, it's me, I'm here!"

  Zhuge Rong grabbed Zhuge Jin's withered hand and said repeatedly, "My lord, how are you?"

  Zhuge Jin tilted his head with some difficulty, trying to see the appearance of the youngest son clearly.

  Seeing this, Zhuge Rong quickly stood up and bowed his body so that the adults could see him easily.

  Zhuge Jin’s gray and cloudy eyes rolled for a while before he asked:

   "Hefei, how is the war going? Have you ever seen Yuan Xun?"

  Zhuge Rong didn't expect Zhuge Jin to ask this question when he opened his mouth. He was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly replied:

   "My lord, when my son came from Jianye, I heard that the governor (that is, Quan Cong) and his elder brother (that is, Zhuge Ke) had led the army to the east and joined His Majesty at Chaohu Lake."

   "Your Majesty is still in Chaohu, have you not retreated?"

   "The soldiers haven't retreated yet. I heard that they are confronting the bandits in Chaohu."

   "It's good if you don't retreat...cough cough cough..."

  Zhuge Jin coughed suddenly.

"grown ups!"

   "Ah!" Zhuge Jin breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm afraid I won't be able to follow His Majesty anymore!"

   Zhuge Rong couldn't help feeling sad when he heard the words, and couldn't help crying anymore, and said in a crying voice:

   "My lord, don't say that, you can rest assured that you will get better!"

   "My lifespan is over, how can I force it? There is a letter under my pillow, and the arrangements for the future are written in detail. You will act according to the letter when the time comes."

  Zhuge Jin could see it openly, he looked at his youngest son, and said:

   "After I die, I only need to wear a plain coffin and wear it with the time. Keep things simple and don't burial thickly. Remember to remember!"

  Zhuge Jin is not as talented as his younger brother Zhuge Liang, but he always pays attention to virtue.

  And his eldest son, Zhuge Ke, was obsessed with fame and fame, and he was named a marquis at a young age.

  The second son, Zhuge Qiao, was adopted by Zhuge Liang. Although his talent was not as good as Zhuge Ke's, his sexual karma surpassed it.

  Father and son are both high-quality, they don’t value pleasure in their daily life, and they don’t have any decorations.

   Only the third son, Zhuge Rong, is also the youngest son of Zhuge Jin. Not only is he very different from his father, but he has nothing in common with his elder brother.

   Sex is good and luxurious, like brocade and embroidered clothes.

  Learning literary knowledge but not mastery, practicing martial arts can't bear hardships, and likes to throw pots and bows with guests for fun.

   It can be said that there is no up and down.

   However, as the youngest son of a wealthy family, under the protection of his father and brother, he has no worries about food and clothing, and he is destined to inherit Zhuge Jin's title early on.

   (Zhuge Ke has been named Marquis)

   Zhuge Rong, as a standard second-generation official, can live a rich life without struggling.

   It is also in line with human nature to live a life of mixed eating and drinking.

  However, in Zhuge Jin's view, although the youngest son is the most inconspicuous among the three children, he is more generous in temperament, filial and obedient.

  Yuan Xun (that is, Zhuge Ke) is indeed outstanding in talent and won the trust of His Majesty, but he is too sharp and has a headstrong temperament.

   I'm afraid it will bring disaster to the family in the future.

   It was precisely because he knew the habits of the two sons that Zhuge Jin specially ordered the youngest son to bury herself lightly before the couch, keeping a low profile so as to leave more legacy for them.

  After explaining to Zhuge Rong, he called again:

   "Where is Zishan?"

   Bu Zhi, the highest ranking general among the generals, heard the words, stepped forward quickly, and said softly:

   "General, I'm here."

   I don't know if he said something, but finally he calmed down, and Zhuge Jin's spirit seemed to have recovered.

   Originally a little cloudy eyes, this time became bright.

   At the same time, her face became more rosy.

  Speaking has also become fluent:

   "Zi Shan, after I die, remember to send a fast horse immediately and notify the general at the first time."

   "Also, we must hold a big funeral in the army, so that the Wei thief will know that I am no longer alive..."

  Bu Zhi was shocked when he heard this.

  Looking at the shriveled and thin general on the couch, Bu Zhi felt that his throat was congested, and he couldn't speak for a while, so he could only nod heavily.

   "With my life, I, Zhuge Jin, have no regrets in exchange for Great Wu to obtain Xiangyang..."

  As soon as these words came out, all the generals in the tent knelt down and cried out in unison: "Great General!"

  In May of the fourth year of Yanxi, General Zhuge Jin of the State of Wu died of illness while attacking Tingzhong.

  Bu Zhi followed Zhuge Jin's instructions before his death, the whole army changed clothes for mourning, raised flags and mourned, and all the generals were dressed in plain linen and filial piety.

  The army lost its commander, Bu Zhi temporarily took over the military power of the whole army and led the army back.

   The general guard of the Wei army in the middle of the country was worried about Wu Kou's abnormality, and now he suddenly got the news that it turned out that Zhuge Jin, the leader of the bandits, died of illness.

  He was overjoyed, and feared that it was Wu Kou's trick. He didn't believe that Zhuge Jin was really dead until he saw Wu Kou start to retreat.

   "God bless Wei, God bless Wei!"

  The guard general wept with joy, and hastily dispatched his cavalry to deliver the great news to Xiangyang.

   Then spread from Xiangyang to Wancheng, Xuchang, Caoqiaoguan...

   Just when the news of Zhuge Jin’s death spread throughout Jingzhou, a Chuanzhou set off from Jianye with urgent news and sent it to Sun Quan who had been staying in Chaohu:

   "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not well, His Royal Highness is dead!"

"What did you say!"

  Sun Quan suddenly heard the bad news, felt his head pounding and his ears buzzing.

  But seeing him staying in his position like a wooden sculpture, he stood up suddenly after a while, but just as he took a step, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

   It turned out that Sun Quan's legs were weak and he couldn't stand stably for a while.

   "Your Majesty..."

   "Get out!"

  Sun Quan's eyes were red, and he pushed away the palace servants who wanted to come forward to help him.

  He ignored etiquette, staggered a few steps, reached out and snatched the memorial that the messenger was holding, and eagerly wanted to open it to read.

  His hands trembled so badly that he couldn't open it several times.

  After shaking it out, he wanted to pick it up and read it, but the thin silk was so heavy that he couldn't hold it steady.

"The minister is helpless, the baby is sick, the self-examination is poor, and he is afraid of death. The minister does not regret himself, and thinks that he will be entrusted to make offerings, buried in the back soil, and will no longer serve the palace. It is useless to live on pilgrimage to the sun and the moon. In Yuguo, His Majesty will pay tribute to his death, and take this as a choking ear..."

   This is the memorial written by the prince before his death, and it can also be said to be a suicide note.

   It was Sun Deng who specifically ordered that he must be delivered to Sun Quan after he died.

  He wanted to delay for some more time, and wanted to wait for the end of the war in the north.

   It's just that I couldn't last that day in the end.

  Sun Quan only saw half of it, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

  Tears dripped down on the silk, Sun Quan cried loudly:

   "The country mourns Ming Di, how blessed are the people! Ming Di is not here, my heart aches..."

  (end of this chapter)