Farmer of Shu Han

Being called Li Xin's generation by Guan Qiujian, both Ju Fu and Meng Yan thought it was an insult to Feng Duhu.

However, Feng Duhu didn't take it seriously, and even had a smile on his face:

"Wu An dare to compare with Li Xin?"

Li Xin's descendants produced a celebrity named Li Guang.

Of course, that's not the point.

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

In the original history, the Li family of Longxi finally rose in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and once established Xiliang in Liangzhou.

Later, a unified dynasty called Tang was established.

It is called the prosperity of Han and Tang Dynasties in history.

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

How many Chinese sons and daughters is this the dream?

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

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, "Take it away, and remember to remind me to give it to my wife for safekeeping when I get back to Chang'an."

Seeing Feng Duhu's appearance, Ju Fu and Meng Yan were both a little confused.

Feng Duhu thought for a while, and then said:

"General Ju, I want to trouble you with something."

"Central Governor, please tell me."

"Help me write a letter, and then send it to the other side, just say Cheng Wujun's auspicious words."

"The last general takes orders."

The previous letter was written by Meng Yan, and Ju Fu knew about it.

He only said that Du Hu let himself write this time for the sake of fairness.

Not only him, but even Meng Yan thought so.

It's just that 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 indescribable.

That is to say, it is a little bit better than what I wrote.

Gou Fu was born with a common surname in Brazil County, and his handwriting is presumably better than that of Meng Yan, who was born as an aboriginal of the half-barbarian and half-Han aristocracy in Nanzhong.

In fact, Feng Duhu's block letters written with a quill pen can still be read.

But quills are mostly used where shorthand is required, or for less formal occasions.

Official documents still need to use a brush.

Otherwise, it is a little disrespectful.

Just like a chair, at home or on occasions that do not require etiquette, everyone sits on a chair for comfort.

However, if you are discussing policies or discussing with the court, 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 also didn't think about forcibly changing the habits of the world for these trivial things - the ratio of effort to gain is not worth it.

Time can change everything, these things, let time do it.

On the contrary, Guanqiu Jian was a little puzzled after receiving the letter from Feng Duhu again:

"Accept my good words? What do you mean? When did I say good things to him?"

Not only were the words in the letter incomprehensible, but even the font of the letter had changed from last time: steady, dignified, vigorous, and powerful.

If it was really written by the same person, then the handwriting of these two letters obviously represent two different moods.

The last time I wrote back, Feng Zei probably wrote it casually with a joking or even a mocking mentality, so his handwriting was random.

But this time, it became serious.

So, what is said in this letter now is irony?

What is Feng thief planning to do?

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

"Chuhu, what are we going to do?"

On the west bank of Danshui, Ju Fu and Meng Yan asked Guan Qiujian what was in his heart.

The torrential pill water rolled in front of them.

It doesn't mean that it can't be done by force.

Since Feng Duhu led the army to go out, it's not like he didn't lead the army to force him through.

But it is obvious that if you want to cross the defense line carefully constructed by the Wei thief, you must be prepared to make a huge sacrifice.

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

Most importantly, less than 30,000 people captured Caoqiao Pass this time.

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

"Don't worry, the mountain road is difficult to travel at this time, and the luggage behind the army has not fully caught up."

Feng Duhu looked at the river with a calm face:

"This time, it's not us who are worried, but the people of Wu."

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

"We can wait until all the luggage arrives later."

This is the advantage of relying on the inside line to support operations. You don't have to worry about the rear, and you don't have to worry about logistical shortages.

"Now, it's Lu Xun's turn to play."

The appearance of Guanqiu Jian here means that either the battle between Wei and Wu in Jingzhou has ended—or at least the result has been drawn.

Or it was that Guanqiu Jian had no choice but to lead the army forward after weighing the pros and cons in the name of someone Feng, as Lu Xun planned.

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

So he leans towards the second case.

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

The big deal is to withdraw the army, and there is no loss anyway-as long as Wu Guo can't take Xiangyang, the big man doesn't have to take Caoqiao Pass at this time.

As for the worst case scenario: Lu Xun has already taken Xiangyang, but the big man 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 Han River instead of running to Caoqiao Pass.

Because this is tantamount to giving the back road to Lu Xun, and at the same time giving the whole Nanyang to Wu State.

Guanqiu Jian didn't realize it at this time, what he was going to face was the joint strangling of the big man and the top figures of the Wu Kingdom.

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

However, he did not expect that the general of the Wu army who was attacking the army at this time was falling into grief and panic.

According to the original plan, after finding out that Wu Qiujian had left Xiangyang, the Wu army should invest more troops in an effort to defeat the Wei army in the middle of the battle.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jun stopped the offensive suddenly and strangely.

In Wu Junshuai's tent, Zhuge Jin, the great general of the Wu Kingdom, was lying on the marching couch with his eyes closed.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest from time to time, he could still see that he was still breathing.

If someone who doesn't know the truth is really going to come over, I'm afraid I have to suspect that there is already a dead person on the bed.

All the generals who were supposed to lead the army at the front all gathered here at this time, and no one spoke.

Even the medical workers accompanying the army stood silently at the end of the couch, no longer making the last effort.

In the commander's tent of Wu Jun's army, there was a strange dead silence.

Fortunately, the silence was soon broken.

Hasty footsteps came from the handsome tent, and then someone raised the curtain, before the person arrived, the voice came first:

"My lord, my lord!"

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

The expensive and luxurious clothes made of brocade silk on his body are now full of mud and water.

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

Otherwise, they definitely wouldn't come here wearing fancy clothes that are not suitable for traveling far away.

Probably it was the connection between father and son, and it was more likely that Zhuge Rong's cry woke up Zhuge Jin who was in a coma.

But seeing Zhuge Jin who had been silent all this time, his eyelids trembled a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

"My lord? My lord?"

Seeing that his lord had woken up, Zhuge Rong lowered his voice subconsciously, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, Zhuge Jin would fall into a coma again.

Zhuge Jin didn't fully wake up immediately, but saw his withered lips move, and an indistinct "ho ho" sound came out from the back of his throat.

After a while, a faint voice sounded:

"Sanlang? Is it Saburo? Is Sanlang here?"

"My lord, it's me, I'm here!"

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

Zhuge Jin tilted his head with some difficulty, trying to see the appearance of the youngest son clearly.

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

Zhuge Jin's gray and cloudy eyes rolled for a while before he asked:

"Hefei, how is the war going? Have you ever seen Yuan Xun?"

Zhuge Rong didn't expect Zhuge Jin to ask this question when he opened his mouth. He was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly replied:

"My lord, when my son came from Jianye, I heard that the governor (Quan Cong) and elder brother (Zhuge Ke) had led the army eastward to join His Majesty at Chaohu Lake."

"Your Majesty is still in Chaohu, have you not retreated?"

"The troops haven't retreated yet. I heard that they are confronting the thieves in Chaohu Lake."

"It's fine if you don't retreat...cough cough cough..."

Zhuge Jin coughed suddenly.

"grown ups!"

"Ah!" Zhuge Jin breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm afraid I won't be able to follow His Majesty anymore!"

Zhuge Rong couldn't help feeling sad when he heard the words, and couldn't help crying anymore, and said in a crying voice:

"My lord, don't say that, you can rest assured and recuperate, and you will definitely get better!"

"My lifespan is over, how can I force it? There is a letter under my pillow, and the arrangement for the future has been written in detail. You should act according to the letter when the time comes."

Zhuge Jin could see it openly, he looked at the youngest son, and said:

"After my death, I just need to put a plain coffin in the coffin and wear it with the time. Keep things simple, don't burial generously, remember to remember!"

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

And his eldest son, Zhuge Ke, was obsessed with fame and fame, and he was named 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 sexual karma surpassed it.

Both father and son are of high quality, they don't value pleasure in their daily lives, and they don't have any decorations.

Only the third son, Zhuge Rong, who is also the youngest son of Zhuge Jin, is not only very different from his father, but also has nothing in common with his elder brother.

She is very luxurious and likes brocade and embroidered clothes.

He is knowledgeable but not good at learning, and he can't bear hardships in martial arts. He likes to throw pots and bows with guests for fun.

It can be said to be up and down.

However, as the youngest son of a wealthy family, under the protection of his father and brother, he has no worries about food and clothing, and he was destined to inherit Zhuge Jin's title early on.

(Zhuge Ke has already been made a Marquis)

As a standard second-generation official, Zhuge Rong can live a rich life without struggling.

It is also in line with human nature to live a life of eating and drinking.

However, in Zhuge Jin's view, although the youngest son is the most inconspicuous among the three children, he is more generous in temperament, filial and obedient.

Yuan Xun (that is, Zhuge Ke) is indeed outstanding in talent and won the trust of His Majesty, but he is too sharp-edged and has a headstrong temperament.

I'm afraid it will bring disaster to the family in the future.

It was precisely because he knew the habits of the two sons that Zhuge Jin specially ordered the youngest son to bury herself lightly before the couch, keeping a low profile so as to leave more legacy for them.

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

"Where is Zishan?"

Hearing this, Bu Zhi, the highest ranking general among the generals, hurried forward and said softly:

"General, I'm here."

I don't know if he said something, but finally he was relieved, and Zhuge Jin's spirit seemed to have recovered.

The eyes that were originally cloudy now became brighter.

At the same time, the face is more rosy.

Speak also became fluent:

"Zi Shan, after I die, remember to send out a fast horse and notify the general at the first time."

"Also, we must hold a big funeral in the army, so that the Wei thief knows that I am no longer alive..."

When Bu Zhi heard this, his heart shook.

Seeing the shriveled and thin general on the couch, Bu Zhi felt that his throat was blocked, and he couldn't speak for a while, so he could only nod his head emphatically.

"Using my life, I, Zhuge Jin, would have any regrets if I exchanged Da Wu for Xiangyang..."

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

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

Bu Zhi followed Zhuge Jin's orders before his death, and the whole army changed clothes for mourning, raised flags and mourned, and all the generals wore plain linen mourning clothes.

The army lost its commander, and Bu Zhi temporarily took over the military power of the entire army and led the army to retreat.

The guard general of the Wei army in the middle of the river was worried about Wu Kou's abnormality, and now he suddenly got the news that Zhuge Jin, the leader of the bandit, died of illness.

He was overjoyed and feared that it was Wu Kou's trick. He didn't believe that Zhuge Jin was really dead until he saw Wu Kou started to retreat.

"God bless Wei, God bless Wei!"

The guard in the middle of the scorpion wept with joy, and quickly dispatched Chuanqi to send the great news to Xiangyang.

Then spread from Xiangyang to Wancheng, Xuchang, Caoqiao Pass...

Just when the news of Zhuge Jin's death spread throughout Jingzhou, a Chuanzhou set off from Jianye with urgent news and sent it to Sun Quan who had been staying in Chaohu:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not well, His Royal Highness is dead!"

"What did you say!"

When Sun Quan heard the bad news suddenly, he felt his head pounding and his ears buzzing.

But seeing him staying in his position like a wood carving, it took him a while to stand up abruptly, but just as he took a step, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

It turned out that Sun Quan's legs were weak and he couldn't stand upright for a while.

"His Majesty……"

"Go away!"

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

Regardless of etiquette, he staggered a few steps, reached out and snatched the memorial from the messenger, and eagerly wanted to open it to read.

However, my hands trembled so badly that I couldn't shake them several times.

After shaking it out, he wanted to pick it up and read it, but the thin silk was so heavy that he couldn't hold it steady.

"The minister is helpless, the baby is sick, the self-examination is weak, and he is afraid of death. The minister does not regret himself, and thinks that he will be entrusted to make offerings, buried in the back soil, and will never be in the palace. It is useless to live on the pilgrimage to the sun and the moon. In Yuguo, His Majesty will be deeply concerned about his death, and this is a choking ear..."

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

It was Sun Deng who specifically ordered that he be delivered to Sun Quan after he died.

He originally wanted to delay for some more time, and wanted to wait for the end of the war in the north.

It's just that in the end, it still can't last that day.

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

Tears dripped down on the silk, and Sun Quan cried loudly:

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