Chapter 782 : Chapter Three hundred and eighty-seven: Duke Pang De's Dead Tree Comes in Spring (2)
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But the problem now is that he doesn't plan to wait for death. Not only does he not wait to die, but he also meets the crown prince, so how can he sit still?
After entering Pang Mansion, Sima Huihui came to the study room very familiar with the way.
In the study at this moment, an old man is sitting on his knees and reading a book. This old man looks older than Sima Hui, and his hair is completely gray. However, he has done a good job in maintaining himself, and there are not many wrinkles on his face.
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He sits upright, has a broad body, and has an air of majesty. This man is none other than Pang De, a close friend of Sima Hui, a well-known figure in Jingchu.
"De Cao?" Hearing the movement outside the door, Pang Degong frowned, but when he raised his head and saw that the person coming was Sima Hui, his brows relaxed. A strange look appeared on his face, and he asked: "Why are you here?
In such a hurry?"
"But we really encountered something big." Sima Hui did not answer directly when he heard this. Instead, he came forward and knelt down in front of Pang Degong. After taking a breath, he said.
"What's the big deal?" Pang Degong looked surprised when he heard this and asked.
What kind of big event could happen in this world to make Sima Decao so anxious? I remember the day when Xiangyang City was destroyed, I had never seen him so anxious.
Sima Hui pondered after hearing the words. Although he was eager to reveal the existence of the crown prince, this hope of the Han Dynasty was made known to him, so that he could draw him into the crown prince's camp and help stabilize the power.
But speaking requires skill.
After pondering for a moment, Sima Hui raised his head and asked Pang De: "I wonder, brother, do you think the Han Dynasty can be saved?"
Sima Hui, Pang Degong, and Huang Chengyan have discussed this issue countless times. It seems that there is no need to talk about it again. But this time, it seems different.
Pang Degong raised his head and looked at Sima Hui. What he saw was a pair of bright eyes full of hope. He was stunned for a moment and pondered.
But in the end, Pang Degong shook his head and said: "The Han Dynasty is hopeless, but the world can still be saved." After speaking, Pang Degong sighed and said: "The world will be united if it is divided for a long time, and it will be divided if it is united for a long time. After the chaos,
, there will be great rule. The Han Dynasty will die, but a new dynasty will rise, calm the troubled times, and once again lead China into a prosperous age."
The helpless feeling in the words almost came out. The Han Dynasty was destined to perish. Although I was attached to him, I couldn't change it.
"But if I say, how much vitality does the Han Dynasty still have?" Usually when talking about this, Sima Hui would shake his head and sigh, with a look of decadence on his face, but today he was full of energy and said to Duke Pang De.
"Vitality?" Pang Degong looked at Sima Hui in confusion. There was really nothing to discuss about this issue. The three of them were all proud of their unparalleled wisdom, but no matter how they planned, there was no glimmer of hope for the Han Dynasty.
How could there still be life? However, Pang Degong also knew that Sima Hui was a steady person and would not attack without reason. He said that if there is life, there must be life.
Vitality? Could it be that something unexpected happened?
Pang Degong's heart was shocked, and then he thought of Sima Hui's hurry. His eyes couldn't help but sparkle, and he asked Sima Hui in great surprise: "Is there life in death, and there is another opportunity for the Han Dynasty?"
While speaking, Pang Degong was almost overjoyed. Like Sima Hui, he was also a hermit. Hermits are not born. They either place their affection on the mountains and rivers, or they must encounter setbacks.
Like Sima Hui, he was somewhat attached to the Han Dynasty, but he was desperate that the Han Dynasty would perish. In desperation, he chose to become a hermit.[
He has never changed this attachment in his heart. He would rather stay at home than work for others. Now Puyi heard Sima Hui say that there is still life.
This is naturally ecstatic.
Mr. Pang De is getting old, and he is almost the same as the old tree with dead branches, but at this moment, it is like a dead tree blooming with spring.