Chapter 105 Take it to the ditch
In October of the first year of Jianxing, the Prime Minister made a public appearance and said that when the Lord was in office at the beginning of the year, it would be appropriate to send an ambassador to reiterate the favor of Wu to fight against the Wei thieves. The superior asked again who could be the person. Liang recommended Deng Zhi and agreed, so he sent Shangshu Lang Zhigu to be better than Wu.
“What is Alang thinking about today? Why do you assume such a posture?”
After finishing the government affairs, Zhuge Liang stood in the backyard with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. His expression was far away, with a little vicissitudes of life, very mature and stylish. At least in Huang Yueying's eyes, this elegant demeanor is much more beautiful than the serious attitude when working hard day and night.
"Oh, it's Mr. Xi." Zhuge Liang turned around and smiled at Huang Yueying, "It's nothing else. It's just that the news came from Jianshan today, which made me feel deeply."
"Sword Mountain." Huang Yueying's mind was spinning very fast, and she suddenly thought of the root cause, "Counting the time, that kid should have passed Jian Mountain, right?"
"It's already happened a few days ago. The news just came back today, and it's about the situation at Jianshan."
“Are you still safe?”
“Natural peace.”
“Then why does Alang look like this?”
Zhuge Liang handed over a piece of silk cloth in his hand, with a strange expression that he couldn't understand, "Please take a look at it carefully."
Huang Yueying thought it was the news coming from the front, so she took it and hurriedly scanned it, but found something was wrong again, said "Huh", and then started to study it carefully again.
After a long time, he let out a long breath and his eyes flashed: "Who wrote this? Why is it only half? Is there another half?"
Zhuge Liang smiled helplessly: "I also want to know what the other half looks like, but that **** only read half of it before being interrupted by Erlang, and the rest was gone."
"No? Who is it?" Huang Yueying asked, then she felt something was wrong, "Is it that bastard? How could he write such a heroic article? Just look at the sentence 'How confused is the founding of the country', you can tell that the person who wrote this article must be He is a man with great ambitions, that boy..." At this point, I couldn't find the right words to describe him.
Zhuge Liang shook his head and couldn't help but laugh: "I don't know whether this article was written by him or by someone from his sect."
"Then why it's only half?" Huang Yueying said angrily, "This is so exciting that it suddenly breaks in the middle. It can't go up or down. It's so uncomfortable! If that **** is in front of you, Make sure to make him look good!"
"I can't blame him for this. The news came that the boy was so absorbed in his righteous thoughts that Erlang came over and interrupted him twice, which made the boy lose his train of thought and couldn't continue to read."
“Then beat that Erlang!” Huang Yueying said bitterly.
“I don’t know if Mr. Xi noticed it, but there is a special meaning in that article.”
“Alang, what does this mean?” Huang Yueying asked strangely.
“That boy’s disciple.”
Having been married to Huang Yueying for a long time, Zhuge Liang didn't know what she was going to say. He nodded and said, "In the past, we all guessed that this son's disciple should be in Shu, but now it seems that this may not be the case." He looked up in the air and said slowly, "Whether this article was written by him personally or by his disciple, it can be seen that his disciple's footprints can be traced from Guanzhong to Shuzhong."
Zhuge Liang raised his hand and drew a circle in mid-air, as if including Shuzhong and Guanzhong, "Now it seems that I think his division is more like outside Shu."
"Why?" Huang Yueying has always admired her husband's thoughts. There are very few people in the world who can compare with him.
Zhuge Liang smiled softly and held the pearl of wisdom in his hand: "It can be seen from this article that the person who wrote this article must have entered Shu from outside, so he sighed like this. Don't forget the last sentence, 'Ask you when will you return from your journey to the west' .”
"Yes!" Huang Yueying clapped her hands, "I just came to appreciate the majesty of this article, but I forgot about this one." After speaking, he glanced at Zhuge Liang with admiration and said sincerely, "Alang is still awesome."
"Journey to the West, that is to the east of Shu, where will it be?" Zhuge Liang was not happy because of Huang Yueying's praise. Instead, he frowned and murmured to himself, "I can't tell, it was the boy's reaction when he read the first half. If you come here, you will reveal the location of the master, so you suddenly shut up and stop reading the second half, so there is still another half, what exactly is it..."
Feng Yong naturally didn't know that half of the poem "The Road to Shu" that he recited on a whim was immediately taken into the ditch by Zhuge Laoyao and his wife, who had created a psychological shadow on him.
Of course, if Feng Tubao knew about this, he would most likely try his best to remember the next paragraph.
"I'm going to die!" Feng Yong murmured as if his whole body had been ripped out of bones, and his whole body was like a mollusk, lying on a green bull with a sad face.
He really overestimated himself. He couldn't walk as well as a slave, couldn't ride a horse as well as Zhao Guang and others, couldn't even ride a cow as well as a farmer's child...
For the first time, Feng Yong felt that he was being crushed in all directions.
Amei led the cow and walked in front. For her who was used to walking on mountain roads in Nanzhong, this road was already considered a very good road. Over there in Nanzhong, wherever you look, you will often see thorns all over the ground, and you have to step on your own bare feet to find a way.
Now she has not only shoes on her feet, but also a well-made stone path. Walking like this is simply a kind of enjoyment, so she doesn't understand why her master looks like he is dying.
Looking back secretly, I saw that the lord who was usually aloof in my eyes did not have any dignity at all at this time, and he was still mumbling words that were incomprehensible.
Although Feng Yong was so careless about his image, Amei was still respectful, afraid and grateful to her master. This time when he was traveling far away, Yaomei had to stay at the village and the housekeeper to protect his inheritance, so she had no choice but to follow him. come out. Thinking of this, Amei felt a little relieved.
At this moment, there was a commotion from the front, and at the same time, cheers gradually sounded. The sound grew from small to loud, and came from the front one after another.
“It’s here, it’s here!”
Cheers were mixed with such shouts.
Amei was stunned, what happened?
As the flow of people turned a corner, and the hillside blocking the front disappeared, the vision suddenly opened up, and another majestic pass suddenly appeared in front of me. There were three words written on the pass. Unfortunately, Amei was illiterate and didn't know. what does that mean.
Feng Yong heard the sound and sat up suddenly. Regardless of the needle-pricking pain in his buttocks, he clamped the cow's back and tried to raise himself as high as possible. Looking from a distance, he saw the written word on the pass: Yang'an Pass.
Since the names of Yangping Pass and Yang'an Pass are controversial, it is explained here that Yang'an Pass is the unified name. After all, it is the place Jiang Wei named to guard.
(End of this chapter)