Chapter 35 second quarter

"Liu Yan's wife, Mrs. Hu, entered the palace to celebrate the new year for the Empress Dowager, and lived in the palace for several months. After returning, Liu Yan suspected that his wife had an affair with His Majesty, so he ordered his servants to flog her, and beat Mrs. Hu in the face with shoes. Hugh and abandon..." Fei Yi said this, looked at Zhuge Liang, and saw that he stopped writing, so he stopped talking. "Wei Shuo (the character of Liu Yan) is too aggressive. Why can't he change it?" Zhuge Liang said with a frown.He confronted Sima Yi in Wuzhangyuan for more than two months, and nothing happened except that his condition gradually became serious.In the past two months, despite his multiple provocations, the opponent just stood firm and refused to fight.Obviously, Cao Rui and Sima Yi also reached a tacit agreement to concentrate on waiting for the Shu Han to run out of food and grass, and retreat without a fight. "Gong Yan is also surprised. Why do you report this kind of thing all the way? Or," Zhuge Liang moved a piece of white paper to his hand, "write another letter of persuasion to Wei Shuo? He is indeed too shameful. "Zhuge Liang's pen fell down, and Fei Yi said beside him:

"No need, Prime Minister." "how?" "Oh," Fei Yi lowered his head, "Liu Yan...is dead." "die!?" "The Hu family was ashamed and angry, and went to the government to sue Liu Yan. The Chengcheng order could not judge the case, so it was transferred to Ting Wei, who also found it very difficult, so he transferred it to the palace. His Majesty sent Liu Yan to prison, and ordered a councilor to handle it." , one discussion and two discussions, what to say..." Fei Yi recited the document sent by Jiang Wan, "'A soldier is not a man who betrays his wife, and his face is not a place to be honored'." Abandon the market."

"Abandon the market?!" Zhuge Liang asked incredulously, "Stop it?" "Yes, beheading." "Really beheaded?" "Chopped." This answer made Zhuge Liang's eyes go dark! He was very tired. He had to urge the soldiers to garrison the fields and deal with trivial matters in the military camp. He would personally inquire about any punishment of more than 20 sticks for fear of making mistakes; Strategize and lure the enemy into battle.Although these things make Zhuge Liang tired, they also make him happy: he is a person who can't be idle, once he relaxes, he will feel uncomfortable.What he can't tolerate is things like "beheading Liu Yan". It's when he learns that unimaginable farce is being staged in the distant capital; defeat!

"Manchurian civil and military, no one dissuades it? No one points out that the sentence is too severe?!" Zhuge Liang let out a sigh of relief very slowly, and he saw Fei Yi shaking his head. "Even Xiuzhao (Dong Yun's word) didn't say anything?" He asked again. Fei Yi still shook his head and said, "Wei Shuo has always been frivolous, and Xiu Zhao also can't stand it. Besides, this matter concerns His Majesty's reputation, I'm afraid Wei Shuo has said something too exaggerated." "Abolished!" Zhuge Liang suddenly said, "Abolish that system!"

"Does the prime minister mean to abolish the system of the minister's family and the Empress Dowager Chaoqing?" Fei Yi asked cautiously. Zhuge Liangliang nodded, took the decoction from the attendant, frowned and drank it in one go, rinsed his mouth with two cups of water, and then said solemnly: "Wen Wei is writing a memorial titled "Please Ban Chaoqing System", The words can be more tactful, but there must be one sentence that should be said.” "yes." "Just write it here, and send it out immediately after writing it." "yes."

After sitting down, Fei Yi stole a look at the Prime Minister's expression while studying the ink: Zhuge Liang didn't approve the copy again, he leaned against a few sides with his eyes slightly closed, relaxed his body and sat hugging his knees.The thin clothes are shining in the twilight, and the gray beard and hair are blowing with the evening wind in early autumn.The bitterness of the decoction seemed to be still lingering in his lips, making him often smack his mouth and knit his brows even tighter.Occasionally, Zhuge Liang's fingers would tremble nervously, and the trembling stopped after a while.Fei Yi observed cautiously, the trembling, whether it was due to pain or an unconscious reaction, made people worry.

"Prime Minister, should you go to sleep?" Fei Yi suggested. "Finished?" Zhuge Liang asked lightly. "Not yet." Fei Yi just turned his eyes back to the rice paper, and immediately looked up again. "Prime Minister, go back to the inner tent and sleep, okay?" He persuaded. "Will Wen Wei persuade people to rest? Haha." Zhuge Liang responded with a nonchalant smile. Fei Yi is capable and quick. What he can finish in an hour, Dong Yun would have to work for a long time. Therefore, Dong Yun often faces a lot of files and says with a sad face: "Wen Wei is joking all day long, but he can finish it." A lot of work! Alas, is there really such a big difference in aptitude between people?" Fei Wenwei, who should persuade people to drink, play games, and have fun, should not have a sad face.

"Prime Minister." Fei Yi spread his hands and said with a smile, "If Wang Wenyi and Zhang Junsi were here, they would persuade you to rest; if Madam and Miss Guo were here, they would do the same. They are not here now, so I Open your mouth, you have to say what they should say for you to hear." Guo'er and Shunying have sad faces. Junsi and Wenyi, the names that fell into the netherworld. Thinking of these, even a person with a heart as hard as a stone will feel sad. "How dare Liang be ungrateful?" Zhuge Liang let go of his hands hugging his knees, got up and patted Fei Yi, and told him to come in and wake him up whenever he had something to do. "Send it immediately after writing it, don't let that kind of thing happen again." He reminded a few more words, then walked into the inner tent, and fell asleep with his clothes on. "You should close your eyes." Zhuge Liang thought, "It's better to have a dream. Where is the dream? Yangdu? Longzhong? Jingzhou? Chengdu? Or Chang'an, Luoyang?" A huge map spread out in front of his closed eyes. , Shu Juan, Zhuge Liang counted the place names and fell into a shallow dream.

"As a result, the high-rise buildings fly and look up at the heavenly court. Thousands of doors are similar, and thousands of households are one... In the camp of the gods, I am like the Han Dynasty, and I will never die! I will never die!" "Lu Lingguang Palace Fu" floated in the dream, This is the favorite song of Liu Yan, the flamboyant and handsome clan son.Zhuge Liang remembered that every time he came to his house as a guest, Liu Yan would clap his hands, making out a string of singers, with their slender hands intertwined, and Wu Huan hugging Wu Huan, swaying and twisting her slender waist, and sang this song together .The amber wine splashed out from the luminous cup, Zhuge Liang noticed a person among the dancers, and covered a person with the emerald feathers.who?He was very curious, couldn't help but put the wine forward, and the feathers slowly parted, it was—ah, bell!Zhuge Ling! "Second Sister?!" As soon as she called out, this person changed into a childish woman, with her mouth raised domineeringly.The wine glass fell from Zhuge Liang's hand, and he hurriedly bowed and said, "Mrs. Sun." The singing quickly diluted Sun Xiang's eyebrows, and Zhuge Liang was in the crowd of flowing water. meet him.Peng Yi proudly passed by with a bald head; Pang Tong was playing chess with Fazheng; Liu Feng was wiping his sword; Guan Yu was waxing his beautiful beard while snorting disdainfully; Huang Zhong with a golden bow on his back; Xu Shu sitting on a high eaves with his legs dangling; I was reading "Zuo Zhuan" and looked only eighteen or nineteen years old; then Liu Bei came, yes, it was the first emperor: Emperor Zhaolie Liu Bei!He is dressed in a yellow dragon robe, an emperor's crown on his head, and a cloud shoe on his feet. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Liu Bei was too far away from Zhuge Liang, separated by corridors, flying pavilions, and jade steps. "Your Majesty!" Zhuge Liang shouted, he had never been flustered or anxious, and he wanted to step over to Liu Bei's side.That is the emperor given to him by the sky, and he is the prime minister given to that person by the sky! "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" His hissing cry was drowned out by the mountain cry.The people who were enjoying themselves just now suddenly all fell to their knees and roared "Long live, long live".

"Long live! Long live!" "Oh, oh, hooray!" "It's so noisy..." Zhuge Liang turned over, and the clamor not only didn't abate, but became even more ear-piercing. "What's going on?" He was no longer impatient with the dream, and sat up abruptly, dazed for a while, the cheers of "Long live, long live" still lingering in his ears. It turned out that the voice came from outside the camp. It was the soldiers of Cao Wei's camp on the north bank of the Wei River who were roaring. "What happened?" Zhuge Liang bent over to put on his shoes, and was about to leave the camp to have a look, when Zhao Zhi lifted the curtain of the inner tent, stepped forward and said, "Prime Minister."

"What are you arguing about?" Zhuge Liang put his fingers against his ears, "I can't even sleep soundly." "Someone from Wei Ying came and said that there was a letter from Sima Yi in front of the prime minister." Zhao Zhi replied. "Call in." Zhuge Liang wiped off his half-worn shoes, slept back on the couch as before, leaned on the cushions, and greeted the envoy: a fair and clean young man with a sense of etiquette, who looked familiar.Before Zhuge Liang could ask a question, the young man bowed and said, "I am Shi Li." "Shi?" Zhuge Liang sat up straight, "Could it be Guangyuan (Shi Tao's character)...?" "Exactly, he is the third son of the first emperor." The young man said. "The first monarch died in the post of county guard a few years ago." He said again. Unexpectedly, Shi Tao also passed away. "Well, Liang lived in Longzhong when he was young, and got along with Guangyuan happily. He once joked that he would become an official in the future, and he could be a governor or a county guard. Now the words are still in my ears, but I have never met again." Zhuge Liang said sadly, coughing again.Zhao directly offered Qingshui, but he waved his hand and refused, patted the side of the couch, motioning Shi Li to sit over.As an envoy of Wei, Shi Li shouldn't be so close to the prime minister of the enemy country, but after he thought for a while, he sat down and Zhuge Liang gently shook his hand.This man's fingers were as cold as if he had just been fished out of the water. "When the first king was dying, he also said that he could no longer go back to Longzhong to listen to the prime minister's drum and piano." Shi Li whispered, "He said that when he was young, he didn't understand why you loved "Liang Fu Yin" the most. When you are about to die, you suddenly understand." "You don't need to understand such a sad song." Zhuge Liang took Sima Yi's handwriting with a sigh, and asked while unpacking it, "Where is Yuan Zhi? How is he?" "My lord Xu entertains himself with piano and chess every day, and his official residence is Yushi Zhongcheng." "Does Wei Guo have so many talents?" Zhuge Liang turned to Zhao Zhi, coughed and laughed, "Why aren't Guang Yuan and Yuan Zhi reused?" Zhao Zhi smiled noncommittally, but asked Shi Li: "You keep shouting 'Long Live' in your camp, is it...?" Shi Li nodded in salute and said: "The governor said that the emperor has a decree, and Dongwu has surrendered to our country, so he ordered the three armies to shout long live to celebrate." "Jiangdong Zhongmou and Bo Yan are still there, so there is no reason to surrender?" Zhuge Liang laughed, "Sima Zhongda is also an old man who is almost sixty, and he lied so thoughtlessly!" He behaved calmly and lightly Yue, if he hadn't seen the tired eyebrows and felt the cold palms, Shi Li would never have believed that the person in front of him was ill, and it was not serious. "The prime minister regards me as the son of an old friend, treats me favorably, and takes no precautions; when I go back next time, I won't say anything that shouldn't be said, in order to repay your trust." Shi Li promised, meaning that he would not report Zhuge Liang's condition. Sima Yi - he is indeed the son taught by Shi Tao.Zhuge Liang laughed softly: "In terms of temperament, Guangyuan and Yuanzhi are both better than Liang. My brother is also far better than Liang. They are all gentle and elegant gentlemen. Liang, from the very beginning, was cruel and cunning; but this opportunity Deceitful and cruel, he is a perfect match for Sima Zhongda. Therefore, after the nephew returns to the camp, he can say anything. If he says I am not sick, Zhongda will suspect whether Liang is pretending not to be sick; if he says I am sick, he will also be suspicious Whether Liang is pretending to be sick. Haha, it’s the same.” He personally sent Shi Li out of the camp, and watched the young man's chariots and horses go far away, sliding into the horizon like a small star.Zhuge Liang wrapped his robe tighter, feeling that this year was extraordinarily cold.The last few birds are flapping their wings and returning to their nests. The vast plain is illuminated by the bright red sunset. In the extreme eye, it seems that a raging fire is burning; on the other side of the sky, the cold moon also rises, like a piece of foil paper cut The curved and pointed shape is attached to the southeast of the curtain.The autumn wind is blowing, the golden drum is beating, and the sound of fighting is mixed with the sound of the bonfire, which is indescribably desolate and undisciplined.The Weishui changed its color, and the clouds drifted in it. Zhuge Liang thought: This vein of water, I'm afraid I can't get past it. Zhao Zhi followed Zhuge Liang, staring at him intently. "Zhao Lang," Zhuge Liang said with a smile, "I had a dream. I dreamed of many old people. After waking up, I received a letter from Sima. The letter said Huang Gongheng... Do you know Gongheng? He was a general of our country. During the battle of Yiling, he was forced to surrender to Cao Wei due to the situation. Zhongda said that Gongheng is a straightforward person, and every time he talks about Liang, no matter whether he praises or criticizes, his words are very honest. Alas, Liang just wanted to write some letters, no, It's not replying, but writing to friends, talking and chatting. I picked up a pen, but there was no one to send it to. Guangyuan also went... Yuanzhi, don't bother him anymore. Zhang Junsi could have nothing to say People who don’t talk about it, but Liang drove him to death. Some time ago, Li Fu showed Feng Junsi’s letter to Liang. He said that the happiest day in his life was to visit Liang as a long history. , everyone wants to see the long history of the prime minister, so that the roads are blocked by cars, and he is greeted and sent, tired to death, haha. What about Wang Wenyi? He is a person who can persuade Liang, and he has died for many years, Liang promised I showed him the stable Nanzhong, but when Liang returned from the south, he saw only his dark tablet and coffin. The second sister, Ling, made Liang feel ashamed all his life. Liang married her into the Pang family, and Pang Tong told me one day , the second sister died. To this day, Liang has never visited her grave. How much she wished to see a Kong Ming who was as good as Guan and Le. I did it, but I couldn’t tell her personally: Liang did it. Alas... ..." Going on like this, the more Zhuge Liang talked, the more he seemed to be talking to himself. "Calculated, Mr. Qi died of illness at the age of twenty-eight; my son Qiao, who was adopted by my elder brother, only lived to be twenty-six; Sun Song also died last year, and the gift he gave to Liang is still as good as new, which makes people see As for Zhou Gongjin, he is so talented, so flirtatious! Liang was just a junior in front of him. He pretended to compete with Liang for Yizhou, and Liang sent him a letter, pushing him a step into the underworld. Later, Brother Shi Yuan showed his sharpness and wanted to seize the top spot. Zhao Lang, didn't you write "the thread of gain, the dragon of loss"? Liang expected his death. This man died under the arrow. The shot turned into a pile of arrows, hey. Peng Yi may not want to rebel, but he has an arrogant temperament, and Liang doesn't like him. Even if he called me the Yi Yin and Lu Wang of the world, Liang would not persuade the late emperor to keep me under the sword. An ax When it falls, the head will roll away. It's really ugly, so I can't let Xiaochang end up in the same end. Xiaochang lost the street pavilion, Liang can keep him, but he can't do that, I feel like a scale, I can't be human Changing the front sight. Reluctant, reluctant to give up. Liang stayed with him in prison for several days. The poison he used to commit suicide was taken out of Liang's sleeve. His death, Liang is worthy of the country, but sorry for the Ma family, sorry for Ji Chang! Ma Jichang, that is a gentle and kind gentleman rarely seen in the world. Liang treated him more closely than his third brother. He died for the country... Yiling, and even his bones were not found. Yiling, Yiling, Liang I also agree with the first emperor to fight this battle. The heads of General Guan and General Zhang are all in Jingzhou. It is a pity that this battle was defeated too badly, the corpses piled up like mountains, and the river did not flow! It is also related to this battle. The first emperor held Liang's hand, and it was difficult for him to speak at that time. He pointed to Liang's saber and said, "Zhang Wu, that is its name." Zhang Wu, that is the year of the country, It is a year name that is about to pass. Liang understood the meaning of the first emperor. From then on, no matter what, as long as it is beneficial to the country, Liang will not hesitate to do it, whether it is cruel or cunning. No. Therefore, towards Yong Kai, Gao Ding, Wang Shuang, Zhang Yun and others, they have never been soft-hearted. Even Li Yan, who is also a lonely and important minister, seeks personal gain, and Liang gives him great power to lure him into making a big deal. For the crime, he will lose his title and become a commoner in one fell swoop! Alas, these things are exhausting to think about, how many years have you been tired... how many years?" Zhuge Liang suddenly asked Zhao Zhi, his eyes filled with tears! "It has been twelve years since the late Emperor passed away and His Majesty took the throne," said Zhao Zhi. "It's been fifteen years since I left the mountain at the age of twenty-seven to receive my will in Baidi City." Zhuge Liang raised his sleeves and wiped away his tears, "Add up, another twenty-seven years. It's long enough. I want to write a letter to my friend, but there is no one to send it to.” The old man is crushed like petals and thrown into the water, drifting and sinking quickly, unable to be chased. After counting, I realized that death was so frequent and intimate that it happened dozens of times without knowing it.Zhuge Liang didn't think that death would find him before, but now he suspects that it will come to the door.It will wear a night cloak, hold a feather fan and open the tent, sit calmly opposite him, watch him finish a copy of the document, and then occupy several sides and say: "Enough, I can't finish it, it's time to let go!" I have." If you want to die, die in the army.He vowed to play a grand piece of music and write a great article that shocked the world. He waited for three years for this, so—even death could not stop him, death could only break the article in the unfinished part On a certain word, the movement stops abruptly, but it cannot stop them from beginning. Zhuge Liang walked, and the moonlight stretched his shadow. The figure of this feather fan scarf is carved into the vast scenery of Wuzhang Plain. The night wind was like water, sending Zhao Zhi's shout behind him: "Prime Minister, I always wanted to divination for you!" ——Isn’t it inaccurate? ——That also has to be accounted for. ——What's the benefit? ——There is a way, and it must be accurate! "There is a way to predict accurately!" Zhao Zhi shouted. "It's up to you." Zhuge Liang didn't stop, waved his hands casually, and said to Zhao Zhi who was catching up, "Go to Weiying when you have time, and bring me a gift for Sima Yi. If he asks about my diet and daily life, Just like Shi Li, whatever you say is fine." "Yes. Prime Minister..." Zhao Zhi asked again, "Can I really make a divination for you?" "You can do whatever you want. If you want to occupy it, you can also occupy it." Zhuge Liang said indifferently. Against the crumbling starlight, he walked straight back to the camp. Walking back to the files, the volumes of documents are piled up on the table like newly dried rice, and spread to the feet.Zhuge Liang flipped through them casually, "I want to write a letter" - this thought lingered in his mind.He tidied up a few cases, cleared out a clean, two-foot-square tabletop, picked up a wolf brush, and muttered: Since I can't think of anyone to write to, why don't I leave a book for my son, and read a book for the eight-year-old: It could be the first and possibly the last. "The virtues of a gentleman are like this: quietness is used to cultivate one's morality, and frugality is used to cultivate one's morality. If you are not indifferent, you will not be able to clarify your ambitions, and if you are not peaceful, you will not be able to reach far-reaching. Learning requires meditation, and talent requires learning. Without learning, you cannot expand your talents. You can't really learn if you meditate. Indulgence can't keep improving, and impatience can't temper your temperament. The age grows day by day, the will is worn away by the years, and people gradually wither like dead leaves, abandoned by the world. At that time, you can only watch the house sadly She, regret it too late!" When will Zhan'er be able to understand this "Book of Commandments"?Zhuge Liang coughed up a mouthful of blood on the word "dead leaf", and hurriedly wiped it with a silk scarf, but the blood was only dispersed.He had no choice but to make another copy, thinking: It will be sent back together with the coffin.