Chapter 901 The Passing of an Era
In November of the 10th year of Jianxing, Governor Feng received a secret report from the palace that the prime minister of the Han Dynasty was ill, vomiting blood and eating less.
In a hurry, he immediately asked his mistress Zhang Xiaosi to let her order him back to Hanzhong in the name of the palace.
Just when Feng Yong was worried about the prime minister's condition and braved the severe cold on his way back to Hanzhong, Prince Chen's Mansion in Chen County in the far east was also shrouded in gloom and mist.
Cao Zhi, the king of Chen in Wei State, was seriously ill and had been bedridden for several months, reaching the point of dying.
Cao Zhi was moved to fiefdom several times by Cao Pi and Cao Rui and his son over the years.
Coupled with the fact that the sergeants in the palace were recruited one after another by the imperial court, the total number of people inside and outside the palace, including servants and servants, was only a hundred or so.
There were more than sixty people including the old, weak, sick and disabled who were "lying on the bed, unable to eat anything but greasy food, unable to see, breathless, fatigued, warts, blind, deaf and deaf".
Due to the lack of sufficient manpower, Prince Chen’s Mansion, which looked majestic on the outside, looked rather dilapidated on the inside.
Fortunately, Feng Langjun of Han Dynasty gave him a generous gift a few months ago. Cao Zhi vomited blood several times, which frightened the literary defense officer of the palace and did not dare to force him any more.
The life of everyone in the house has become much better now.
“As King Chen of Wei State, I never expected that in the last few months of my life, I would have to rely on the financial support of Lord Feng of Han State so that I could taste sweet and fat food again.”
“Your Highness!”
Princess Chen cried sadly.
Cao Zhi's cheeks were dry and his skin had sunk deeply.
Only his expression was indifferent. Seeing that his wife, concubines and son all had sad expressions on their faces, he even laughed:
“Tai Shi Gong said: Everyone is destined to die, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.”
“I cannot compare myself to Mount Tai, but Feng Langjun’s one article has imprinted my name on it for thousands of years. It can be said that I have left my name in history. What regrets do I have?”
What do scholars want?
Isn’t it just to leave a name in history?
In the first half of my life, I was determined to serve the country, and in the second half of my life, I lost my ambition and sighed. It is rare to have such an ending. What else do you want?
He took a few breaths and regained some strength, then he motioned for Princess Chen to come closer and said apologetically:
"You have rarely enjoyed any blessings since you married into my house, but you have to be worried and afraid with me. It has been really **** you these years. After I die, I think you will be better off."
“If you want to go home, you can. I will report it to the court, and the court will not make it difficult for you..."
Before she finished speaking, Princess Chen burst into tears:
“If I can marry His Highness, it will be a blessing in my life. Is there any reason to abandon it?”
After Princess Chen's mood calmed down a little, Cao Zhi called his two sons again:
"Although you are all concubines, from now on you must treat your aunt as your own mother, greet her morning and evening, and provide her with filial piety."
Cao Miao and Cao Zhi quickly fell to the ground and said yes.
Cao Zhi first looked at Cao Miao and sighed:
“Dalang, you are mediocre in talent. From now on, you must remember to be content with farming and studying, rather than participating in the affairs of the country. It is also a blessing to have a peaceful life!”
Cao Miao only said so.
Cao Zhi looked at Cao Zhi again, with a hint of pity in his eyes:
"Erlang, you are very talented. You are also good at riding and shooting. You have the ability to protect your family and the country. It's a pity that you were born in Prince Chen's mansion."
Speaking, he coughed in excitement.
Princess Chen quickly stepped forward to help.
Cao Zhi calmed down and said again:
“What I can do now is to make you his heir to inherit my title. As for where you can go in the end, it depends on your own ability.”
Cao Zhi cried and kowtowed.
Cao Zhi asked his cronies to come over again and gave them all the instructions one by one.
On November 28, the 10th year of Jianxing, Cao Zhi, the most talented and famous person in the world, King Chen of Wei State, died.
At this point, all the seven sons of Jian'an and three members of the Cao family have died, marking the end of the generation that created the Jian'an style of writing.
At the same time, Feng Mingwen, who created a new style of writing after the Jian'an style, rode quickly all the way and just stepped into the territory of Hanzhong.
On December 1, Feng Yong was ordered to enter the palace and have a secret talk with the emperor and empress for a day.
To show her favor, the emperor and the empress also held a banquet in the palace and left Feng Yong to sleep in the palace overnight.
On the second day, Feng Yonggang came out of the palace and immediately transferred to the prime minister's house.
The prime minister of the Han Dynasty, whose condition had only improved slightly and was still lying on the couch to recuperate, heard that Feng Yong had come and quickly asked someone to change his clothes.
Huang Yueying has been by Zhuge Liang's side these days, not even going to Hanzhongye.
At this time, I heard that he was going to make trouble again, so I quickly came over to stop him.
"What do you know? Feng Mingwen is now an important minister of the imperial court and a frontier general. I see him without his uniform. Isn't it an understatement?"
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty explained and urged, "Why don't you come over quickly to help?"
If it were normal times, Huang Yueying would have gone crazy when she saw that the Han Prime Minister dared to yell at her like this.
After all, he was able to teach General Guan, who surrendered to General Feng Hu, so how could Huang Yueying be an easy candidate?
It's just that the sick Prime Minister in front of her now seems to be blown down by a gust of wind, so she has to be careful when blowing air.
Although he was reluctant, he still stepped forward to lend a hand and specially found thicker clothes to help the prime minister put on.
Then he personally helped him to a small heating pavilion.
Feng Yong had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw the prime minister coming in, he quickly stood up and saluted:
“I’ve never seen the Prime Minister!”
“Sit, sit down quickly.”
Zhuge Liang was full of joy when he saw Feng Yong. After sitting down on the soft couch, he said something warmly.
Although his voice was gentle, Feng Yong could hear the lack of energy in his tone.
After he sat down as instructed, he couldn't help but look at the prime minister.
It has only been two years since I last saw him, but the Prime Minister's face has become haggard. Sitting there, his body is a little stooped, and he has completely lost his former energy.
I think of the middle-aged handsome guy when I first met the prime minister, and then the spots on his temples when he was in Hanzhong, and then gradually turned gray, then his hair and beard were gray, and now he has a withered face.
This great Han Dynasty prime minister, who carried out the legacy of the late emperor, really did what he said: dedicated his life to the cause.
At the moment we are just a little bit close to reaching the last step of "death".
Feng Yong only felt a little hot in his eyes.
“Prime Minister, your body…”
Zhuge Liang waved his hands carelessly, "Nothing, it's all an old illness. It's just that this time, the attack is more severe."
At the same time, he glanced at Huang Yueying.
Huang Yueying took a step and looked at him worriedly.
Seeing this, Feng Yong quickly stood up and sat down next to Zhuge Liang.
Huang Yueying then whispered to Feng Yong:
“It is clear that the Prime Minister is weak and should not talk for too long. Please pay more attention.”
“Madam, please don’t worry, you will be saved forever.”
Huang Yueying then turned around and walked out.
When there was no one in Nuan Pavilion, Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong seriously and asked:
"You are now guarding one side and cannot leave without any reason. Why did you suddenly return to Hanzhong?"
Although he is suffering from illness, when it comes to the official affairs of the court, the Han Prime Minister's eyes are still shining.
But since Governor Feng had the courage to come back, how could he be unprepared?
At that moment, he poured himself a cup of hot tea and said in an understatement:
“Don’t worry, Prime Minister, I came back this time under the imperial edict, and I didn’t break any rules.”
"Your Majesty asked you to come back?" Zhuge Liang frowned, "How come I didn't know about this?"
Feng Yong sighed:
"Prime Minister, I heard that you were so sick that you vomited blood this time. It was all caused by overwork. Why are you still so worried now?"
“How can I say that he is also the governor of a state, and he is also the general of the Han Dynasty conquering the west, and he controls the military and political affairs of Liangzhou under false pretenses.”
Feng Yong said, took a sip of hot tea, and said casually:
“Your Majesty is about the same age as me, and with you by my side, he should handle some things alone. I’ll just mention it to you later.”
Zhuge Liang knocked on the armrest with his dry hands and looked at Feng Yong dissatisfied:
“Answer my question first!”
This boy pours his own tea and drinks it, but turns a blind eye to himself as the Prime Minister?
The wings are stiff?
"Oh, that's right. I came back this time to discuss something with Your Majesty."
"What's up?"
(End of this chapter)