Chapter 1191: Died of illness

Chapter 1191 Death of illness

When Guanqiu Jian called him Li Xin's generation, both Jufu and Meng Yan thought this was an insult to Feng Duhu.

However, Feng Duhu disagreed and even had a smile on his face:

“How dare I compare with Li Xin?”

Li Xin’s descendants gave birth to a famous person named Li Guang.

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is that Li Guang's descendants moved to Longxi and were called the Longxi Li family by later generations.

In original history, the Li family in Longxi finally rose to prominence during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and established Xiliang in Liangzhou.

Later, a unified dynasty called the Tang Dynasty was established: Tang Dynasty.

Historically, it is known as the prosperous period of Han and Tang Dynasties.

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

This is the dream of many Chinese people?

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

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

“Interesting, interesting, come on.”

Feng Duhu put the letter away and handed it to the guard behind him. "Put it away. Remember to remind me to give it to Madam for safekeeping when you return to Chang'an."

Jufu and Meng Yan were a little confused 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.”

“Please tell me, the Central Protector.”

"Write a letter for me, send it to the other side, and say your good wishes."

“The last general takes orders.”

The previous letter was ghostwritten by Meng Yan, and Jufu knew it.

He only asked Dao Zhongduhu to write for himself this time, just for the sake of fairness.

Not only him, but even Meng Yan thinks so.

What the two of them didn't expect was that Feng Duhu felt that Meng Yan's words in the last letter were a bit difficult to describe.

That is to say, it is slightly better than what I wrote.

Jufu is from a noble family in Brazil County. His handwriting is probably better than that of Meng Yan, who was born in a wealthy aboriginal tribe in Nanzhong, which is half barbarian and half Han.

In fact, the block letters written by Feng Duhu with a quill pen are passable.

But quill pens are mostly used where shorthand is required, or in less formal situations.

Formal documents still require the use of a writing brush.

Otherwise, it would be disrespectful.

 Just like a chair, at home or on occasions where etiquette is not required, everyone will sit on a chair to feel comfortable.

However, if you are discussing policy or discussing with your Majesty, 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 even think about forcibly changing people's habits for these trivial things - the ratio of effort and gain was not worth it.

Time can change everything. Let time do these things.

On the other hand, Guanqiu Jian was a little confused after receiving another letter from Feng Duhu:

“Accept my good words? What do you mean? When did I say good words to him?”

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

If these were really written by the same person, then the handwriting of the two letters obviously represents two different moods.

The last time he wrote a letter, Feng Thief probably wrote it casually with a joking or even mocking mentality, so his handwriting was casual.

This time, it became serious.

So, what is said in this letter is ironic?

What does Feng Thief plan to do?

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

“Zhongduhu, what should we do?”

On the west bank of Danshui, Jufu and Meng Yan asked Guanqiu Jian what was in his heart.

The torrents of alchemy water rolled past in front of them.

It doesn’t mean that it’s impossible to force a transfer.

Since Feng Duhu led the army on the expedition, it is not that he has not led the army to force the crossing.

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

Coupled with the Danshui at this time, the water volume is large and the current is fast, so it is not a good time to force a crossing.

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

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

"Don't be anxious. The mountain road is difficult to travel at this time, and the baggage following the army has not yet fully caught up."

Feng Duhu looked at the river with a calm face:

“This time, it’s not us who are anxious, but the Wu people.”

“The appearance of Guanqiu Jian here means that our goal has been achieved.”

“We can wait until all the luggage arrives later.”

The advantage of relying on internal lines to support operations is that there is no need to worry about the rear or logistical shortages.

“Now, it’s Lu Xun’s turn to appear.”

Guan Qiujian's appearance here either means that the battle between Wei and Wu in Jingzhou has ended - at least the outcome has been decided.

Either Guanqiu Jian was just as Lu Xun had planned, and was frightened by Feng's name. After weighing the importance, he had no choice but to lead the army.

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

So he prefers the second scenario.

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

At the worst, if you withdraw your troops, you won't lose anything anyway - as long as Wu cannot take Xiangyang, the Han Dynasty doesn't have to take Caoqiao Pass at this time.

As for the worst case scenario: Lu Xun has captured Xiangyang, but the Han Dynasty has 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 the Han River instead of running to Caoqiao Pass.

Because this is tantamount to giving Lu Xun a way out, and at the same time giving the whole of Nanyang to Wu.

Guanqiu Jian didn't realize it at this time. What he had to face was the joint strangulation of the Han Dynasty and the top figures of the Wu Kingdom.

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

He did not expect that the generals of the Wu army who were attacking Qizhong at this time were falling into sadness and panic.

Originally according to the plan, after learning that Guanqiu Jian had left Xiangyang, the Wu army should invest more troops in an effort to defeat the Wei army in Peizhong.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jun suddenly and strangely stopped the offensive.

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

If his chest hadn't risen and fallen slightly from time to time, it would have been obvious that he was still breathing.

If someone who doesn't know the truth comes here, I'm afraid there is a dead person on the couch.

The generals who were supposed to be leading the army at the front were all gathered here, and no one spoke.

Even the medical staff accompanying the army stood silently at the end of the couch, not making any last-ditch efforts.

There was a strange deathly silence in the commander's tent of Wu Jun's army.

Fortunately, this dead silence was soon broken.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the handsome tent, and then someone lifted the curtain. Before the person arrived, the sound came first:

“My lord, my lord!”

Zhuge Jin’s youngest son, Zhuge Rong, rushed in, threw himself in front of Zhuge Jin’s bed, and kept shouting.

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

Otherwise, I would definitely not come here wearing fine clothes that are not suitable for traveling far away.

It was probably the heart-to-heart connection between father and son, and more likely it was Zhuge Rong's calling that woke up Zhuge Jin who was in a coma.

Seeing Zhuge Jin who had been motionless, his eyelids trembled a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

“My lord? My lord?”

Seeing that his master had woken up, Zhuge Rong lowered his voice subconsciously, as if he was afraid that Zhuge Jin would fall asleep again by accident.

 Zhuge Jin did not wake up completely immediately, but saw his withered lips move, and a vague "ho ho" sound came from deep in his throat.

After a while, a weak voice sounded:

“Sanlang? Is it Sanlang? Is Sanlang here?”

“Sir, it’s me, I’m here!”

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

Zhuge Jin tilted his head with some difficulty, trying to see clearly what the youngest son looked like.

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

Zhuge Jin’s gray and turbid eyes rolled around for a while, and then he asked:

“How is the war going over there in Hefei? Have you ever seen Yuan Xun?”

Zhuge Rong did not expect that Zhuge Jin would ask this question as soon as he opened his mouth. He was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied:

"My lord, when I came from Jianye, I heard that the governor (i.e. Quan Cong) and his elder brother (i.e. Zhuge Ke) had led their troops eastward to join your majesty at Chaohu Lake."

“Your Majesty is still in Chaohu and has not withdrawn his troops?”

"We haven't withdrawn our troops yet. I heard that we are confronting the thieves at Chaohu."

“It’s better if we don’t retreat…cough cough cough…”

Zhuge Jin suddenly coughed.

"grown ups!"

“Alas!” Zhuge Jin regained his breath and let out a long sigh, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to follow Your Majesty anymore!”

Hearing this, Zhuge Rong couldn't help feeling sad. He couldn't help crying anymore and said in a tearful voice:

“Sir, don’t say that, you can rest assured and recover, and you will definitely get better!”

"How can you force me when my life is over? There is a letter under my pillow, and the arrangements for the funeral have been written down in detail. You can just act according to the letter when the time comes."

Zhuge Jin was quite open-minded. He looked at his youngest son and said:

“After my death, I only need to put it in a plain coffin so that it can be buried in time. Please save everything and do not give me a grand burial. Remember this!”

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

And his eldest son Zhuge Ke was obsessed with fame and was already 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 character and karma were better than his.

Father and son are both of high quality. They do not pay much attention to pleasure and have no decorations in their daily life.

Only the third son, Zhuge Rong, is also the youngest son of Zhuge Jin. Not only is he very different from his father, he is also not similar to his elder brother.

Sex is good at luxury and likes brocade and embroidered clothes.

He is not good at studying literature and art, and cannot bear the hardships in martial arts. He likes to throw pots, bows and bullets with guests for fun.

It can be said that it is neither up nor down.

But as the youngest son of a wealthy family, he was protected by his father and brother, had no worries about food and clothing, and was destined to inherit Zhuge Jin's title early on.

(Zhuge Ke has been granted the title of Marquis)

As a standard second-generation official, Zhuge Rong could live a wealthy life without struggling.

It is human nature to live a life of mixed food and drink.

However, in Zhuge Jin's opinion, although the youngest son is the most inconspicuous among the three children, he is better in terms of his generous temperament, filial obedience and obedience.

Yuan Xun (i.e. Zhuge Ke) is indeed talented and has won the trust of His Majesty, but he is too sharp and has a willful temperament.

I am afraid that it will bring trouble to the family in the future.

It was precisely because he knew the habits of his two sons that Zhuge Jin specifically told the younger son in front of the bed to bury him lightly and in a low-key manner so as to leave more legacy to them.

After he finished explaining to Zhuge Rong, he called again:

“Is Zishan here?”

Hearing this, Bu Zhao, who had the highest status among the generals, quickly stepped forward and said softly:

“General, I’m here.”

I don’t know if he said something or not, but he finally regained his breath, and Zhuge Jin’s energy seemed to have recovered.

The eyes that were originally a little cloudy actually became brighter at this time.

At the same time, there is a little more rosiness on the face.

Speaking has also become fluent:

“Zishan, after I die, remember to send out your horse immediately and notify the general as soon as possible.”

“Also, we must hold a grand funeral in the army so that the Wei thieves know that I am no longer alive..."

Hearing this, Bu Zhi was shocked.

Looking at the withered and thin general on the couch, Bu Zhao felt that his throat was clogged and he was speechless for a moment, so he could only nod his head heavily.

"With my life, I exchanged my life for Wu to take Xiangyang. What regrets do I, Zhuge Jin, have..."

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

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

Bu Zhao followed Zhuge Jin's instructions before his death, and the whole army changed their clothes in mourning, raised flags in mourning, and all the generals wore plain hemp mourning clothes.

The army lost its commander, Bu Zhao temporarily took over the entire army and led the army to retreat.

The general of the Wei army in Piaozhong was worried about the abnormal behavior of the Wu invaders. Now he suddenly received the news that it turned out that the leader of the thieves, Zhuge Jin, had died of illness.

He was overjoyed, but also worried that it was a trick by Wu Kou. It was not until he saw Wu Kou began to retreat that he believed that Zhuge Jin was really dead.

“God bless the Wei Dynasty, God bless the Wei Dynasty!”

The guard general in Piaozhong cried with joy and quickly sent a messenger to deliver the great news to Xiangyang.

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

Just when the news of Zhuge Jin's death spread throughout Jingzhou, a boat sailed from Jianye, carrying urgent news, and delivered it to Sun Quan, who had been staying in Chaohu:

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not well, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is dead!”

"What did you say!"

Sun Quan suddenly heard the bad news. He felt his head was pounding and his ears were ringing.

But I saw him staying in his position like a wooden sculpture. After a while, he suddenly stood up. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

It turned out that Sun Quan's legs were weak and he could not stand for a while.

“Your Majesty…”

“Get out of here!”

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

He ignored etiquette and staggered a few steps. He reached out and grabbed the memorial held by the messenger, eager to open it and read it.

Hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't shake them off several times.

After shaking it open, he wanted to pick it up and read it, but the thin silk seemed to be very heavy, making him unable to hold it steady.

"I am in a stateless state, holding an infant in my arms because of my illness. I reflect on my inferiority and fear of death. I don't pity myself, thinking that I will be separated and supported. I will bury my body in the earth behind me. I will no longer worship the palace. I will go to the sun and the moon, and my life will be useless." In this country, the death of your majesty brings great sorrow to your Majesty, and I take this as a choking..."

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

Sun Deng specifically ordered that he must wait until he died before delivering it to Sun Quan.

He originally wanted to delay for a while, waiting for the war in the north to end.

It’s just that I couldn’t survive that day in the end.

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

Tears fell on the silk, and Sun Quan cried loudly:

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

(End of this chapter)

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