Chapter 12 Chapter 3 The hero is still in his twilight years, and Liu Bei endures the sorrowful conquest of Wu
In the back garden of the Shu Palace, a stream of flowing water pulses like jade and bends like a woman's exquisite lines. At the end of the curved water is a pavilion, and the afternoon sun jumps like an elf between the pavilions.
A gust of wind blew the flowers and plants outside the pavilion fluttering and fluttering. Liu Bei raised his hand and waved away the flying catkins. Turning around slowly, he saw Zhao Yun kneeling under the steps of the pavilion.
"Zilong, get flat!" Liu Bei smiled and raised his hand.
Zhao Yun stood up respectfully, without straightening his body, Liu Bei waved in the pavilion: "Come and sit!"
Zhao Yun went up to the pavilion, but he didn't dare to sit down, and just stood still with his hands down.Liu Bei patted the stone pier in the pavilion, sat down by himself, and pointed to the other pier: "Sit down!"
"There is a difference between the monarch and his ministers, and the ministers dare not sit down!" Zhao Yun showed awe.
Liu Bei gave a "tsk" sound: "Holy edict, give Zhao Yun a seat!"
Zhao Yun had no choice but to attend the ceremony and thank each other, and sat halfway upside down. In front of him was a large stone case, which was filled with delicious wine and delicacies, and the dishes were shiny and shining, reflecting the wine in the cup and the dishes on the plate. .
"It's time for dinner, Zilong and I will have dinner together!" Liu Bei held up a wine cup.
Zhao Yun stood up in a panic: "I dare not!"
Liu Bei put down the wine baron "rightly", with a worried expression on his face: "Zilong, what are you doing? You can't do this, you can't do that, you are so reserved, are you still the courageous Changshan Zhao Zilong back then?"
Zhao Yun said in a low voice: "At this time, at that time, Your Majesty is now the Son of Heaven. The Son of Heaven is majestic, and his officials are respectful. It is the law of etiquette, and the ministers dare not make trouble!"
Liu Bei grabbed a pair of bamboo chopsticks, and angrily knocked on the cup: "You said the same thing, and he said the same thing, eating a meal is also very polite!" He was so angry that he wanted to throw the chopsticks, but he was afraid of taking it seriously. When it fell, Zhao Yun became even more frightened, so he had no choice but to hold the bamboo chopsticks and wave them up and down.
Zhao Yun folded his hands, with a submissive and awe-inspiring expression on his face, as if carved in a dignified and solemn stone gate outside the palace gate.
Liu Bei was helpless, cleared his voice, and said seriously: "Zhao Yun listens to the decree! The decree: Zhao Yun will have lunch with me, don't push back!"
"I obey the order!" Zhao Yun replied very crisply, but when he sat down, he still held the posture of a minister.
The waiter in the pavilion filled the wine for the two of them. Liu Bei held the wine bar high and said with a smile, "Come on, the monarch and his ministers will drink together!" Not left.
Even though he knew that Zhao Yun was drinking according to the order, he was still happy: "That's it, don't be coy. Zilong and I have known each other since we were young, and we have known each other for thirty years. Although we are called monarchs and ministers, we are actually brothers. It makes the old love unfamiliar, and it is really divided!"
He ordered the waiter to pour the wine again, and he was not in a hurry to drink it. He just held up the cup and slowly turned it: "Zilong, I am a straight-talker. Zilong and I have a very close friendship. I will not go around with you. What do you think of Eastern Expedition?"
Zhao Yun was startled, but then he understood.During this period of time, Liu Bei has frequently hosted banquets for his officials. He either set up a single table or shared a banquet with all of them. It is obvious that he is sympathetic to his subordinates and has no estrangement with them. In fact, if you observe carefully, you will find that these courtiers hosted by Liu Bei are all right. Dongzheng has slander.The emperor couldn't persuade them in the court, so he had to take gentle measures in private.The emperor felt more and more resistance to the Eastern Expedition. In order to minimize the opposition from the court, he had to endure patience and persuade one after another.
Is it your turn now?I once publicly advised against the Eastern Expedition during the court meeting. The emperor may have thought that the two of them had an extraordinary friendship and should be in step with each other, but this time I actually stood on the opposite side of him.Thirty years of kindness between the monarch and his ministers, if it is violated once, it will inevitably hurt your heart.
Zhao Yun thought about it, but his words were very light: "The minister's opinion has been fully expressed during the court meeting, and His Majesty knows it."
It was so cautious, as if wrapping itself in a chrysalis cocoon, one layer on the left and one layer on the right were airtight, occasionally showing a head, and then hastily shrunk back.
Liu Bei held his breath and said earnestly: "I want to listen to your current thoughts!"
Zhao Yun obeyed the voice: "I have never changed my mind."
Liu Bei put down the wine bar lightly, and his voice sank slowly: "Is that an objection?"
Zhao Yun didn't speak, his expression didn't change, but Liu Bei could feel the persistence in his heart, Zhao Yun was respectful and gentle, he didn't disobey his father.However, if you make up your mind, your father can't do anything about it.
Liu Bei was silent for a long time with a desolate expression. The wind outside the pavilion blew the surface of the water and turned red, which made him wake up from his meditation. He smiled to himself and asked expectantly, "Does Zilong know why I want to march east?"
Zhao Yun simply replied: "For Jingzhou, but also for Yunchang."
Liu Bei smiled silently: "This is the first two reasons, but there is a third reason." He said three words slowly and emphatically, "For future generations."
Zhao Yun opened his eyes slightly in hesitation and bewilderment, but he was cautious and didn't rush to ask, but just looked at Liu Bei as if asking for advice.
Liu Bei picked up the wine bar and took a sip without expression: "Liu Xuande was a soldier all his life, and he was in troubled times with a dull posture. He fought frequently for decades, but he ascended the throne and inherited the blood of the Han Dynasty. I wanted to lead the volunteers to fight against him. The thieves restored the ancestral temple of the Han family, but unexpectedly suffered the loss of Jingzhou and the disaster of Yunchang, half of the foundation was damaged. Heartbroken and painful, they decided to raise troops to conquer Soochow.
He sighed and took another sip of wine: "If you don't take Jingzhou, Yizhou is a place with dangerous mountains and rivers. Although you can be partial to one side, it is not a problem to be a partial tyrant, but how can it be a hero, and what is the interest?" Rehabilitation of the Han Dynasty? Gongsun Shu stayed in Chengdu and was partial to peace. He didn't think about making progress, but he first decorated his appearance and set up the etiquette of the emperor's brine book. When Ma Yuan saw it, he said, "How long has this son been a scholar in the world?" So he resigned. But a few years later, when Guangwu conquered Shu, Gongsun Shu was seriously injured and died, and was laughed at by others."
Jiu Jue turned gently in Liu Bei's hand, his faint eyes fell on the Yingying liquor: "I don't want to be Gongsunshu, and I don't want my descendants to be Gongsunshu either!"
He let go of the title heavily, and the liquor bounced out and fell on the back of his protruding veins: "Therefore, I need to march eastward to lay a foundation for future generations, and then I can map the plains and pacify the world!"
Zhao Yun straightened his body slightly, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.But Liu Bei saw his hesitation, and he said clearly: "Zilong wants to say that Jingzhou can slow down, and take Guanlong in the north, and it can also be a foundation, right?"
He didn't wait for Zhao Yun to agree, and said to himself: "The land of Guanlong is where the king of the northwest is. Qin and Han won the world through it. Don't I know that Guanlong is important? But I want to leave the capture of Guanlong to future generations. In the rest of my life, I can only expand my foundation and reduce the burden on the shoulders of future generations." He suddenly turned sad, and the wine glass in his hand trembled, "Zilong, I am old, and I don't have much time, don't hurry up, maybe, maybe There is no chance."
Zhao Yun stood up abruptly, with tears streaming down his face, he called out tremblingly: "Your Majesty!" His knees trembled, and he knelt down with one hand on the ground, "Although I still have objections to Your Majesty's Eastern Expedition, But I have received His Majesty's kindness, and I dare not forget the friendship of life and death for thirty years. If Your Majesty raises an army to attack Wu, I am willing to go out with Your Majesty, shroud your body in horse leather, and die without regret!"
Liu Bei burst into tears, he held Zhao Yun's hands: "Zilong, your words are enough, enough..."
He smiled gratifiedly, held up the jug and drank it clean: "Zilong is loyal, I already know that, this time the Eastern Expedition, Zilong doesn't have to follow!"
"Your Majesty, let me go!" Zhao Yun begged.
Liu Bei pressed his shoulders and asked him to sit down: "I want to ask Zilong to divide a part of the Baiwu Army to guard Jiangzhou. I think that as a backup, if the Eastern Expedition fails, Zilong will lead the army to guard the pass and protect the pass, and the benefits will be preserved." State."
Before the conquest started, Liu Bei even thought of the result of failure, Zhao Yun felt sad.He refused to give up easily, and begged again: "Your Majesty, I still want to march eastward with Your Majesty. The Baimai Army is my elite division of Ji Han. How can we divide up and send other generals to guard the pass? I am willing to be the vanguard in the front of the Wu army." !"
Liu Bei shook his head slowly: "I want to keep you for future generations..."
"Your Majesty!" Zhao Yun was shaken so distracted that he burst into tears, whether he was respectful or reserved, he was shattered by Liu Bei's words, and he sobbed and cried.
Liu Bei took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and gave it to him: "Don't cry, we finally had a meal, weeping, we lost our appetite."
Zhao Yun promised in a low voice, Liu Bei would pick the dishes for him personally, Zhao Yun held up the chopsticks and put them into the bowl, facing the bowl full of delicacies, how could he eat it.
Suddenly, thunderous footsteps sounded in the promenade outside the pavilion, like wild horses galloping on the grassland.
Liu Bei looked at the voice and said with a hearty smile, "Here comes the bastard!"
The footsteps swept to the pavilion like a whirlwind, and a thunderous cry shook the pavilion pillars: "Your Majesty!" The figure like a black bear crawled and knelt down, and the force of the impact almost pushed the steps out of a hole.
Liu Bei laughed loudly: "Lao Zhang, you have a loud voice that is unparalleled in the world, get out!"
Zhang Fei agreed resoundingly, jumped onto the pavilion in two steps, saw Zhao Yun at first glance, and said pleasantly, "Zilong is here!" Looking at the tears on Zhao Yun's face, he said in surprise, "What's wrong, being scolded and cried by His Majesty Already?" He cast a complaining look at Liu Bei, "Your Majesty, Zilong is such a big man, and you still scold him, spreading the word, Changshan Zhao Zilong's heroic spirit has been greatly frustrated, how will he see people in the future?"
"Where did I scold him?" Liu Bei smiled and poohed him, "Get over here and sit down, are you hungry?"
Zhang Fei stared at the food and drink on the table, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Your Majesty, there are differences between monarchs and ministers, how can I eat with Your Majesty?"
Liu Bei stared and scolded: "Don't be cautious, throw away all those rules!" He slapped the stone case hard, "Today there are only brothers, no monarchs and ministers!"
Zhang Fei rubbed his hands: "But what you said, that old Zhang is not welcome!" He jumped on the stone pier, untied the cowhide armband and threw it indiscriminately. , grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and divided two by five.I saw the bamboo chopsticks flying, the teeth chewing, the wine cup and the bowl and the plate waved together, the oil stars and the vegetable leaves flew together. In less than half an hour, most of the wine and vegetables in the case were eaten, and they still yelled that they were not enough. .
Liu Bei shoved him, "It's still this gluttonous face!" Seeing Zhao Yun's reserved eating, he smiled and persuaded him, "Zilong, don't hurry up, you will be eaten up by this starving ghost later!"
Zhao Yun smiled slightly, and didn't grab food, but chewed slowly, the bamboo chopsticks stretched out less than half an arm, and didn't pick up dishes that were far away.
Zhang Fei threw his chopsticks abruptly, and touched his swollen belly: "I'm full!" He stretched his waist in enjoyment, as if he had slept soundly instead of being full. Said regretfully, "It's a pity that the wine is not strong, and there is too little!"
Liu Bei reprimanded: "You don't drink too much, and you often make mistakes because of drinking, and you don't know how to repent!"
Zhang Fei smiled contemptuously: "I've quit drinking for a long time, big brother, don't wrong anyone, I just want to have some meat today." He approached Liu Bei, salivating and begging, "I heard that big brother has good wine hidden in the palace, give it to brother Bar."
Liu Bei flew up his chopsticks and knocked on his forehead: "No wine! The battle is imminent, and you still drink too much. Once you get drunk, you will flog the soldiers. What if you cause trouble?"
Zhang Fei rubbed his forehead: "How can it be so serious, isn't it just a jar of wine, stingy, if you don't give it, you won't give it, who cares!"
"Why not serious!" Liu Beilin said earnestly, "I can tell you clearly that you are not allowed to drink too much, and soldiers are not to be humiliated. If you dare to violate it, I will break your legs!"
"Understood!" Zhang Fei said impatiently, muttering in a low voice, "Being the emperor, there are so many rules and words."
"It's not talking too much, it's being cautious!" Liu Bei emphasized, "You are about to return to Langzhong and join our army in Jiangzhou. You must not be negligent, and you must be careful in everything. Going to attack Wu, the soldiers will travel thousands of miles, and the battle will be difficult. If you are not careful, you will be completely frustrated!"
Liu Bei's words were serious, Zhang Fei didn't dare to make a playful smile, so he cupped his hands and said, "Yes!"
Liu Bei breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun: "It happens that you are all here, and I will give you the rewards!" He turned back and said to the servant, "Bring the prepared rewards."
"What reward?" Zhang Fei asked curiously.
Liu Bei smiled but did not answer, his expression was both mysterious and teasing, Zhang Fei scratched his ears and cheeks in anxiety, he insisted on not saying a word, finally waited for the servant to arrive, but brought two long and narrow boxes.Liu Bei ordered the table to be removed and the food and drinks served, and the box to be placed flat and stable.
He unscrewed the knobs of the two boxes, revealing two swords. The scabbards were carved with hovering dragons, one was a green dragon and the other was a yellow dragon. He lit the two swords and said with a smile: "Zhang Wujian, Qinglong presents you, Huanglong presents Zilong."
Zhang Fei was beaming with joy: "I've heard that elder brother forged Zhang Wujian and gave him water at the first bite, but I was so angry that I couldn't sleep for three days and three nights. I only thought that elder brother was biased. I never thought that elder brother still misses brother! "He was impatient, and held the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand, and pulled out his hand, the lingling green light made his vision weak, and the icy sword energy pierced the muscles on his face.
"Excellent sword!" Zhang Fei praised loudly, picked up the Huanglong sword and threw it to Zhao Yun, "Take it, don't be polite to him!"
Zhao Yun held up the sword and bowed: "Thank you Your Majesty for gifting the sword!"
Zhang Fei flicked his sword "Dangdang", and smiled from ear to ear: "I don't want to thank you. I haven't given you anything good for many years. This time I gave you a sword, which barely makes up for it."
"Fart!" Liu Bei picked up the cherries in the fruit plate and threw them, and the small fruits slid on Zhang Fei's face.Zhang Fei chewed in one bite, drew out his long sword, and waved it lightly, the cold light made the surrounding air tremble, "It's so cold!" He put the sword across his shoulder jokingly, "Use this sword to wipe your neck, and the sword will go away!" Head off!" He spoke more and more vigorously, the blade of the sword was an inch closer to the throat, the light of the sword was reflected on the neck, and the white and transparent lines were like tightly tightened wire, pinching the head and neck into two parts.
Liu Bei's expression changed suddenly, and he rushed to snatch the sword from Zhang Fei's hand. Zhang Fei was stunned and subconsciously blocked his hand. The sword cut Liu Bei's finger, and a trace of blood stained the blade red.
"Brother!" Zhang Fei panicked, and Zhao Yun jumped up in fright.
Liu Bei raised his hand and cut a half-inch deep wound on his right index finger. He waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just a small injury! What are you shouting about!"
A servant approached and hurriedly bandaged Liu Bei's wound. Liu Bei looked at the finger wrapped like a rice dumpling, and sighed without feeling depressed: "Small wounds can lead to big battles. I think that in those days, there were not many people who survived a big battle." The edge of the knife. Now that he has cut his hand and is so panicked, Liu Xuande has really become a waste!"
"I did something wrong again!" Zhang Fei cried guiltily.
Liu Bei put down his hand slowly: "Chang your frizzy temper, wipe your neck with a sword, you can figure it out!"
Zhang Fei grumbled, and honestly put Zhang Wujian back into its sheath, carefully put it into a long box, and held it tightly to his chest, as obediently as a three-year-old child.
Liu Bei couldn't help smiling: "You bastard!" He eased his smile, and said carefully, "This time you return to Langzhong to dispatch troops and generals. The military affairs are cumbersome, so you should be cautious. At least three days, at most five days, if necessary When you come to a letter, don’t be lazy and ask someone to write it for you, you must write it yourself, and you must report everything in detail, and you can’t be arbitrary!”
Zhang Fei rolled his eyes: "He started nagging again!"
Liu Bei's face sank: "Do you listen to elder brother's order?"
Zhang Fei changed his smiling face: "Listen, don't dare not listen, don't worry, brother. I will write to you every day, unless I die, I will let someone else write the letter on my behalf."
Throwing another cherry on Zhang Fei's face, Liu Bei scolded fiercely: "Damn it! The expedition is imminent. If you say anything unlucky, I will break your leg!"
Zhang Fei grabbed the cherry on his face and flicked it in the palm of his hand: "Yes, I dare not say it anymore." He turned his face, put his hand on his mouth, and complained quietly to Zhao Yun, "Look, I'm really old!" , nagging and fearful."
Liu Bei looked at the fire, "What are you muttering about?"
Zhang Fei was so frightened that the cherry in his hand almost dropped, he chuckled: "I'm not muttering, I said that my elder brother is very brave, clever and decisive, I admire him very much!" He winked his eyes.
Liu Bei smiled helplessly, and slapped Zhang Fei on the shoulder: "Get lost!"
Zhang Feiteng stood up, put his hands together and bowed: "Yes, I will leave!" He picked up a few cherries and stuffed them into his mouth, hugged the sword box, and jumped down from the pavilion in a few steps, running away like a wolf.
Zhang Fei's figure was gradually blurred, blocked by the criss-crossing flowers and trees in the garden, and the trembling footsteps became more and more faint like waves flowing away.Liu Bei sat still in a daze, and the hidden worry of a sense of loss multiplied in his body like a germ.
He lowered his eyes gloomyly, and suddenly found Zhang Fei's armpit lying on the table, he grabbed it without thinking, rushed to the side of the pavilion, and shouted loudly: "Yide!"
Outside the pavilion, the trees are rustling, the flowers and plants are dancing at the feet, the meandering water is gurgling, and the flying catkins all over the sky are floating in the air like tears.The outline of the palace in the distance undulates into vigorous lines in the sunlight, everything is still the same, but there is no brother.
"Your Majesty, please go and call Yide back." Zhao Yun's voice sounded like it was coming from behind a wall.
Liu Bei shook his head feebly: "Forget it, it's just a pair of arms." He sat back to his original position with a dejected and sad expression. Suddenly, the cold wind blew from the water, and the cold air was like an invisible long sword. It pierced his heart, and suddenly made his eyes go black.
The sun is thin, and the radiant sunset slides towards the majestic Zhangwu Palace, like a drop of blood hanging under the eaves. The gate of the palace opened slightly, and Zhuge Liang walked in wearing a sunset glow all over his body. Liu Bei was asking Zhao Zhi to interpret his dream, but he didn't know what sweet words he said, which made Liu Bei laugh out loud. "Your Majesty!" Zhuge Liang knelt down at the foot of the jade steps, his voice as soft as a piano. Liu Bei raised his hand: "Prime Minister, please stand up!" Zhuge Liang presented a volume of documents: "All the military supplies for the Eastern Expedition have been prepared, please have a look at it!" The visitor at the bottom of the jade steps held the document, walked up the steps slowly, and handed it to Liu Bei respectfully. Liu Bei unfolded the document and read it carefully, nodded with a smile and said, "Well, it's detailed and detailed, the prime minister did a great job!" The emperor was in a good mood today, and the wrinkles hidden under the gray hair on the temples were also brightened. He pointed to Zhao Zhi: "The prime minister, come and listen, Zhao Zhi will explain my dream." Zhuge Liang smiled and said, "I don't know what kind of dream Your Majesty had?" "I dreamed that the dragon, tiger and leopard ascended to the sky, the tiger and leopard first fell into the clouds, and then the dragon fell again. When I woke up, I forgot most of the dream, and felt distressed. Zhao Zhi said, this is a dream of flying into the sky, good luck." Liu Bei Said happily. Zhuge Liang looked at Zhao Zhi quietly, and he read the flickering secret from those concealed eyes, and felt that Zhao Zhi had only spoken half of what he said, but he didn't want to disobey the emperor's wishes, and echoed: "If that's the case, then Great." Liu Bei said Bi Jiemeng, and said with a smile: "I want to ask the prime minister to borrow someone, can the prime minister agree?" Zhuge Liang hurriedly said: "Your Majesty kills the ministers, how dare the ministers hide talents privately, if your majesty wants to use them, just use them, but I don't know who your majesty wants to use?" "Ma Liang." Zhuge Liang was slightly taken aback, but did not show any surprise: "Does Your Majesty want to take Ji Chang to the east?" "Yes," Liu Bei smiled, "I want to send him to recruit Wuxi barbarians. Ma Liang is from Jingzhou and is familiar with the local people's conditions. He is the envoy to unite allies!" In fact, it was just a small employment suggestion, and Zhuge Liang could have readily agreed, but he felt strangely distressed, as if a small hammer had knocked a piece of his heart off.He stabilized his mind and said: "Your Majesty wants to use Ma Liang for his own use, but he discusses it with the minister, and the minister has no place to be ashamed!" Liu Bei clapped his hands and laughed, "I know that Ma Liang is your follower. If I send him away without the prime minister's permission, I'm afraid he will lose his temper!" Zhuge Liang couldn't help smiling, but said in a solemn voice, "Your Majesty was joking." A voice suddenly sounded outside the palace gate, and Huang Menling walked in holding a letter: "Your Majesty, urgent report from Langzhong!" Zhuge Liang took it in person, and presented it to Liu Bei. Liu Bei held the letter in his hand, concentrating on it for a while: "This Zhang Laosan, the letter that just came yesterday, came again today. It's really strange!" He opened the seal on the letter, and the flimsy hemp paper spread out like a withered yellow banana leaf in his hands. The letter was not written by Zhang Fei, but by the commander of his camp. Before he read the letter, Liu Bei's heart was shaking crazily. It wasn't the letter written by Zhang Fei, it wasn't him, it wasn't him... He said that unless he died, he would let someone else write it. he died? died? die? Liu Bei's face was pale, tears flowed unknowingly, holding the letter in his hand, he quietly asked to the wind, "Yide, you, you won't die..." The wind rolled up his inquiry, swung it down, tore it up, kneaded it into powder, and scattered it without a trace. Tears wet the ink on the letter paper, and he found those words on the letter: "With the head of a sword owl." Taking Jian Xiao as the head...it turns out that Zhang Wujian really became a sharp weapon to ruin his brother's life, and he sent it out by himself, and it was the second time he accidentally killed his brother. According to the letter, Zhang Da and Fan Qiang, the subordinate generals of Zhang Fei's account, were punished by Zhang Fei for disobedience. They couldn't bear the humiliation, so they killed Zhang Fei, cut off his head with a sword, and defected to Soochow downstream... The letter fell from his hand, and he fell softly from the seat. The flying letter was swaying, and the light was shining palely. "Your Majesty!" The shout pierced his ears, his eyes were blurred, and his mind was confused.He didn't know who was calling him, as if someone was supporting him, he grabbed the man's arm like a dying person stuck in a quagmire. The blurry eyes were searching rapidly, but he couldn't find the face he wanted to see. He was like a lost child, crying alone in the lonely world. He saw Zhao Zhi kneeling in front of him, his eyes dim, like the spittle of the night, he was suddenly furious, and shouted with strength: "What dream did you interpret?" The paper and inkstone were all swept down, and the sound of "bang dang" and "ping pong" shattered his last willpower. He was like melted sugar, paralyzed in the panic of everyone. The sound of the wind lingers around, so like the sound of flowers blooming in the Taoyuan, and the burning candle, are their souls talking?Is the glimmer of light falling from the curtain their smiles? But they're all gone... I want to talk to them when I am depressed, I want to rely on them when I am lonely, I want to laugh freely, I want to drink freely, I want to be brothers for life. I really want to, like those old days, when every dawn comes, I push open the window that has been fastened all night, and I can see their figures rushing, their laughter blooming in the warm sunshine, many sufferings It was all diluted by this smile. Big brother... They are calling themselves, such a familiar voice, such a kind smile, what a wonderful joy. It's just that they're gone...
As the sun faded away, the huge palace fell into a deep sea-like night, and the dizzy palace lanterns hung from the eaves, illuminating maze-like roads. In the bedroom, the candles flickered and flickered, and they looked at the monarchs and ministers who were looking at each other.The tired emperor supported Zhuge Liang's hand and sat up. The soft bedding was like a warm sun, melting the emperor's hard strength. "General Zhang's funeral has already been handled properly, Your Majesty can rest assured." Zhuge Liang said cautiously. "Well, good." Liu Bei was still calm, but there was a little moist light from the corners of his eyes. Zhuge Liang sighed in his heart, and wanted to say a few soft comforting words, but when the words came to his lips, they became dry: "My condolences, Your Majesty." Liu Bei threw his head back feebly, stared at the ceiling in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he said, "Where's Zhao Zhi?" "He disobeyed His Majesty and was arrested and sent to jail." "Let it out." Liu Bei sighed sourly, "He didn't explain the mistake, but he had some scruples, so he didn't finish his sentence." He lowered his head, and gently sketched on the quilt, "When I wake up from a dream, I forget it. Frustrated, forgetting the heart, is a dead word..." "Your Majesty, don't mind too much. The dream interpretation is just for reference. You don't need to shackle your upper body, which will inevitably tie your hands and feet." Zhuge Liang slowly explained. Liu Bei smiled without emotion: "It's not that I mind, but I have to mind. A glass of water has been poured over, can you stop the water from flowing?" He stared at the faintly flickering light beside the bed, his eyes were stained by the candlelight, his gaze Glittering like tears, "Last night I dreamed of Yunchang and Yide again. It seems that in the peach orchard where we worshiped, a large number of peach blossoms were blooming. I was behind and they were in front. They walked very fast, like It was like flying, I chased and chased, and called their names, but they ignored me." He paused shyly for a moment, and a smile full of memories flowed out of the corner of his eyes: "These two bastards, I have known them for more than 30 years, and I haven't saved a single day of worry. I have to worry about getting a wife, and I have to think about the name of the son. , I like to bicker and make troubles on weekdays, and I have to find out and make up for them when they get into trouble..." The smile gradually became sad, "In the end, I will do the funeral for them..." He smiled sadly: "What a bastard... I was their big brother, and when I swore I kept saying what I said all my life, but in the end I was disobedient. Yun Chang was disobedient, and would rather die than go north... Yide Disobedient, tell him not to drink and whip the soldiers, but he just ignores it... Really disobedient, my big brother did it for nothing..." Tears flowed slowly down his desolate face. Zhuge Liang couldn't hear it, and unknowingly shed tears, because he persuaded: "Your Majesty, people cannot be resurrected after death. Even if you miss it, you should be restrained. It hurts your mind, but how can I ask you to think about it?" Liu Bei took a deep breath mournfully: "Okay, let's not talk about it, there are still many things to do, we can't lose our will." He wiped away his tears with a handkerchief, "Have you chosen the day for the Eastern Expedition?" Zhuge Liang said sadly: "It was originally scheduled to take place five days later, but it's just His Majesty's body..." Liu Bei shook his head lightly: "It doesn't matter, we can't procrastinate any longer. The sooner we go out, the sooner we end the war." He wondered, "Is Ma Liang gone?" "Let's go, just left in the morning." "Well, that's good." Liu Bei nodded. Zhuge Liang thought he was insignificant, but he couldn't let go of the hidden worry, and he said uneasy: "Your Majesty, although our army is going downstream to Jingzhou, the places we go are all mountains, forests and valleys, which are not conducive to military warfare. Retreat, put us in ruins, we must not attack before, and we must not retreat behind, we must fight for the thoroughfare before Dongwu, and force it to death. If we can make peace, it will be very good." Liu Bei said confidently: "Don't worry Kong Ming, I know." Zhuge Liang was full of words, he disliked his babbling, the slightly hurtful words were swallowed hard by him, and he jumped up without knowing what to do. The exhortations that filled his chest were all stuffed into his viscera, boiled into a pool of stagnant water, and finally he just said: "Your Majesty, take care."
In July of the first year of Zhangwu in the Shu Han Dynasty, Emperor Zhaolie, who had just ascended the throne for only three months, led 80,000 elite troops from central Shu to march eastward by land and water. Zhuge Liang led a hundred officials to see the emperor off at Zhangyi Gate in Chengdu. At that time, drums and music were playing and colorful flags were flying.People in the outskirts of Chengdu came to watch the excitement. They saw the emperor’s jade ruins painted magnificently by the sun, and the eight fat-hips and high-muscled horses biting the bridles made of Ziteng, raising their huge heads high and neighing clear and rich. rhythm.The emperor in armor with golden scales and red borders stood on the chariot, and the red feathers on the silver pocket were very tall, like a hard pen, writing the immortal ambition of an emperor in troubled times. The sixty-one-year-old emperor did not look old against the backdrop of his heavy armor.Under the car were rows of Jinwu guards, the shining knife light erased the wrinkles between his brows and the corners of his eyes, and the bright sunlight added supreme brilliance to him, like a statue of a god covered with gold leaf. The common people looked up at the majestic emperor, they were shocked by the emperor's courage, and they all said that the emperor would definitely return in triumph, and that in the future there would be a grand ceremony of presenting captives under this ceremonial gate. The chariots and horses drove away in a mighty way, throwing out a vast expanse of yellow dust. All the officials who had paid homage to the dust bowed their heads for a long time, and when they raised their faces, they were still blinded by the lingering dust. The emperor's back is invisible, and the yellow-brown Feiai is a lingering soul, climbing up the backbone of the tower, wiping the battlements of the city gate, and wiping away the tears of passers-by. Zhuge Liang suddenly burst into tears.
The sun is thin, and the radiant sunset slides towards the majestic Zhangwu Palace, like a drop of blood hanging under the eaves. The gate of the palace opened slightly, and Zhuge Liang walked in wearing a sunset glow all over his body. Liu Bei was asking Zhao Zhi to interpret his dream, but he didn't know what sweet words he said, which made Liu Bei laugh out loud. "Your Majesty!" Zhuge Liang knelt down at the foot of the jade steps, his voice as soft as a piano. Liu Bei raised his hand: "Prime Minister, please stand up!" Zhuge Liang presented a volume of documents: "All the military supplies for the Eastern Expedition have been prepared, please have a look at it!" The visitor at the bottom of the jade steps held the document, walked up the steps slowly, and handed it to Liu Bei respectfully. Liu Bei unfolded the document and read it carefully, nodded with a smile and said, "Well, it's detailed and detailed, the prime minister did a great job!" The emperor was in a good mood today, and the wrinkles hidden under the gray hair on the temples were also brightened. He pointed to Zhao Zhi: "The prime minister, come and listen, Zhao Zhi will explain my dream." Zhuge Liang smiled and said, "I don't know what kind of dream Your Majesty had?" "I dreamed that the dragon, tiger and leopard ascended to the sky, the tiger and leopard first fell into the clouds, and then the dragon fell again. When I woke up, I forgot most of the dream, and felt distressed. Zhao Zhi said, this is a dream of flying into the sky, good luck." Liu Bei Said happily. Zhuge Liang looked at Zhao Zhi quietly, and he read the flickering secret from those concealed eyes, and felt that Zhao Zhi had only spoken half of what he said, but he didn't want to disobey the emperor's wishes, and echoed: "If that's the case, then Great." Liu Bei said Bi Jiemeng, and said with a smile: "I want to ask the prime minister to borrow someone, can the prime minister agree?" Zhuge Liang hurriedly said: "Your Majesty kills the ministers, how dare the ministers hide talents privately, if your majesty wants to use them, just use them, but I don't know who your majesty wants to use?" "Ma Liang." Zhuge Liang was slightly taken aback, but did not show any surprise: "Does Your Majesty want to take Ji Chang to the east?" "Yes," Liu Bei smiled, "I want to send him to recruit Wuxi barbarians. Ma Liang is from Jingzhou and is familiar with the local people's conditions. He is the envoy to unite allies!" In fact, it was just a small employment suggestion, and Zhuge Liang could have readily agreed, but he felt strangely distressed, as if a small hammer had knocked a piece of his heart off.He stabilized his mind and said: "Your Majesty wants to use Ma Liang for his own use, but he discusses it with the minister, and the minister has no place to be ashamed!" Liu Bei clapped his hands and laughed, "I know that Ma Liang is your follower. If I send him away without the prime minister's permission, I'm afraid he will lose his temper!" Zhuge Liang couldn't help smiling, but said in a solemn voice, "Your Majesty was joking." A voice suddenly sounded outside the palace gate, and Huang Menling walked in holding a letter: "Your Majesty, urgent report from Langzhong!" Zhuge Liang took it in person, and presented it to Liu Bei. Liu Bei held the letter in his hand, concentrating on it for a while: "This Zhang Laosan, the letter that just came yesterday, came again today. It's really strange!" He opened the seal on the letter, and the flimsy hemp paper spread out like a withered yellow banana leaf in his hands. The letter was not written by Zhang Fei, but by the commander of his camp. Before he read the letter, Liu Bei's heart was shaking crazily. It wasn't the letter written by Zhang Fei, it wasn't him, it wasn't him... He said that unless he died, he would let someone else write it. he died? died? die? Liu Bei's face was pale, tears flowed unknowingly, holding the letter in his hand, he quietly asked to the wind, "Yide, you, you won't die..." The wind rolled up his inquiry, swung it down, tore it up, kneaded it into powder, and scattered it without a trace. Tears wet the ink on the letter paper, and he found those words on the letter: "With the head of a sword owl." Taking Jian Xiao as the head...it turns out that Zhang Wujian really became a sharp weapon to ruin his brother's life, and he sent it out by himself, and it was the second time he accidentally killed his brother. According to the letter, Zhang Da and Fan Qiang, the subordinate generals of Zhang Fei's account, were punished by Zhang Fei for disobedience. They couldn't bear the humiliation, so they killed Zhang Fei, cut off his head with a sword, and defected to Soochow downstream... The letter fell from his hand, and he fell softly from the seat. The flying letter was swaying, and the light was shining palely. "Your Majesty!" The shout pierced his ears, his eyes were blurred, and his mind was confused.He didn't know who was calling him, as if someone was supporting him, he grabbed the man's arm like a dying person stuck in a quagmire. The blurry eyes were searching rapidly, but he couldn't find the face he wanted to see. He was like a lost child, crying alone in the lonely world. He saw Zhao Zhi kneeling in front of him, his eyes dim, like the spittle of the night, he was suddenly furious, and shouted with strength: "What dream did you interpret?" The paper and inkstone were all swept down, and the sound of "bang dang" and "ping pong" shattered his last willpower. He was like melted sugar, paralyzed in the panic of everyone. The sound of the wind lingers around, so like the sound of flowers blooming in the Taoyuan, and the burning candle, are their souls talking?Is the glimmer of light falling from the curtain their smiles? But they're all gone... I want to talk to them when I am depressed, I want to rely on them when I am lonely, I want to laugh freely, I want to drink freely, I want to be brothers for life. I really want to, like those old days, when every dawn comes, I push open the window that has been fastened all night, and I can see their figures rushing, their laughter blooming in the warm sunshine, many sufferings It was all diluted by this smile. Big brother... They are calling themselves, such a familiar voice, such a kind smile, what a wonderful joy. It's just that they're gone...
As the sun faded away, the huge palace fell into a deep sea-like night, and the dizzy palace lanterns hung from the eaves, illuminating maze-like roads. In the bedroom, the candles flickered and flickered, and they looked at the monarchs and ministers who were looking at each other.The tired emperor supported Zhuge Liang's hand and sat up. The soft bedding was like a warm sun, melting the emperor's hard strength. "General Zhang's funeral has already been handled properly, Your Majesty can rest assured." Zhuge Liang said cautiously. "Well, good." Liu Bei was still calm, but there was a little moist light from the corners of his eyes. Zhuge Liang sighed in his heart, and wanted to say a few soft comforting words, but when the words came to his lips, they became dry: "My condolences, Your Majesty." Liu Bei threw his head back feebly, stared at the ceiling in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he said, "Where's Zhao Zhi?" "He disobeyed His Majesty and was arrested and sent to jail." "Let it out." Liu Bei sighed sourly, "He didn't explain the mistake, but he had some scruples, so he didn't finish his sentence." He lowered his head, and gently sketched on the quilt, "When I wake up from a dream, I forget it. Frustrated, forgetting the heart, is a dead word..." "Your Majesty, don't mind too much. The dream interpretation is just for reference. You don't need to shackle your upper body, which will inevitably tie your hands and feet." Zhuge Liang slowly explained. Liu Bei smiled without emotion: "It's not that I mind, but I have to mind. A glass of water has been poured over, can you stop the water from flowing?" He stared at the faintly flickering light beside the bed, his eyes were stained by the candlelight, his gaze Glittering like tears, "Last night I dreamed of Yunchang and Yide again. It seems that in the peach orchard where we worshiped, a large number of peach blossoms were blooming. I was behind and they were in front. They walked very fast, like It was like flying, I chased and chased, and called their names, but they ignored me." He paused shyly for a moment, and a smile full of memories flowed out of the corner of his eyes: "These two bastards, I have known them for more than 30 years, and I haven't saved a single day of worry. I have to worry about getting a wife, and I have to think about the name of the son. , I like to bicker and make troubles on weekdays, and I have to find out and make up for them when they get into trouble..." The smile gradually became sad, "In the end, I will do the funeral for them..." He smiled sadly: "What a bastard... I was their big brother, and when I swore I kept saying what I said all my life, but in the end I was disobedient. Yun Chang was disobedient, and would rather die than go north... Yide Disobedient, tell him not to drink and whip the soldiers, but he just ignores it... Really disobedient, my big brother did it for nothing..." Tears flowed slowly down his desolate face. Zhuge Liang couldn't hear it, and unknowingly shed tears, because he persuaded: "Your Majesty, people cannot be resurrected after death. Even if you miss it, you should be restrained. It hurts your mind, but how can I ask you to think about it?" Liu Bei took a deep breath mournfully: "Okay, let's not talk about it, there are still many things to do, we can't lose our will." He wiped away his tears with a handkerchief, "Have you chosen the day for the Eastern Expedition?" Zhuge Liang said sadly: "It was originally scheduled to take place five days later, but it's just His Majesty's body..." Liu Bei shook his head lightly: "It doesn't matter, we can't procrastinate any longer. The sooner we go out, the sooner we end the war." He wondered, "Is Ma Liang gone?" "Let's go, just left in the morning." "Well, that's good." Liu Bei nodded. Zhuge Liang thought he was insignificant, but he couldn't let go of the hidden worry, and he said uneasy: "Your Majesty, although our army is going downstream to Jingzhou, the places we go are all mountains, forests and valleys, which are not conducive to military warfare. Retreat, put us in ruins, we must not attack before, and we must not retreat behind, we must fight for the thoroughfare before Dongwu, and force it to death. If we can make peace, it will be very good." Liu Bei said confidently: "Don't worry Kong Ming, I know." Zhuge Liang was full of words, he disliked his babbling, the slightly hurtful words were swallowed hard by him, and he jumped up without knowing what to do. The exhortations that filled his chest were all stuffed into his viscera, boiled into a pool of stagnant water, and finally he just said: "Your Majesty, take care."
In July of the first year of Zhangwu in the Shu Han Dynasty, Emperor Zhaolie, who had just ascended the throne for only three months, led 80,000 elite troops from central Shu to march eastward by land and water. Zhuge Liang led a hundred officials to see the emperor off at Zhangyi Gate in Chengdu. At that time, drums and music were playing and colorful flags were flying.People in the outskirts of Chengdu came to watch the excitement. They saw the emperor’s jade ruins painted magnificently by the sun, and the eight fat-hips and high-muscled horses biting the bridles made of Ziteng, raising their huge heads high and neighing clear and rich. rhythm.The emperor in armor with golden scales and red borders stood on the chariot, and the red feathers on the silver pocket were very tall, like a hard pen, writing the immortal ambition of an emperor in troubled times. The sixty-one-year-old emperor did not look old against the backdrop of his heavy armor.Under the car were rows of Jinwu guards, the shining knife light erased the wrinkles between his brows and the corners of his eyes, and the bright sunlight added supreme brilliance to him, like a statue of a god covered with gold leaf. The common people looked up at the majestic emperor, they were shocked by the emperor's courage, and they all said that the emperor would definitely return in triumph, and that in the future there would be a grand ceremony of presenting captives under this ceremonial gate. The chariots and horses drove away in a mighty way, throwing out a vast expanse of yellow dust. All the officials who had paid homage to the dust bowed their heads for a long time, and when they raised their faces, they were still blinded by the lingering dust. The emperor's back is invisible, and the yellow-brown Feiai is a lingering soul, climbing up the backbone of the tower, wiping the battlements of the city gate, and wiping away the tears of passers-by. Zhuge Liang suddenly burst into tears.