People do grow old in a short period of time. Sima Yi, who was sixty-seven years old, was truly old at this time.
The day after Wang Ling returned to Luoyang, he went to the Taifu Mansion to visit Sima Yi. He saw Sima Yi sitting on a wooden cart with wheels. His hair was mostly white, his long face was full of wrinkles, and his hands were shaking constantly. .Looking at how weak he is, it would be difficult for him to stand up without help.
Sima Yi's poor health at this time should not be fake, because there is no point in pretending.
Wang Ling, who was a full seven years older than Sima Yi, was neatly dressed, energetic, and even had a rosy complexion on his face. He stood in front of Sima Yi with his long legs spread and his head held high, neither bent nor hunched, and his body looked very strong.
"Here we come." Sima Yi raised his head and took the initiative to say hello. His health was not very good, but his mind seemed to be still clear.
Wang Ling looked at Sima Yi's appearance and nodded in response: "Here he comes."
At this time, Sima Yi suddenly asked: "Do you still remember Jia Liangdao?"
Wang Ling's expression suddenly changed slightly and he said, "It has been almost twenty years since Jia Liangdao died?"
Sima Yi said: "From now on, you will be the only one left."
The atmosphere suddenly became sad. At this moment, Wang Ling realized that he was indeed in his seventies, and all the good friends he had made had left one after another without knowing it.
Sima Yi was quite understanding of people's hearts. He did not defend himself, but a few words extinguished Wang Ling's triumphant mood. Wang Ling actually seemed to feel a little soft-hearted.
Wang Ling thought, if he was caught by Sima Yi, he would not say these things. He would accuse Sima Yi with resentment, "You are betraying me!"
Sima Yi sighed: "Yan Yun, please don't lose your power. This is why the young junior associates with us. If you lose your power, no one will care about you in the future. In the future, you will not have a single friend in the world."
Wang Ling couldn't hold it back and sighed.
Sima Yi asked again: "When Jia Liangdao was still there, the three of us were very high-spirited and had the same aspirations. Do you remember?"
Wang Ling remained silent, unable to speak to Sima Yi who could no longer stand up.
Before a person reaches adulthood, the age gap will be very obvious. Wang Ling and Jia Kui were similar in age at that time, and they almost watched Sima Yi grow up. When they get older, the age difference of seven or eight years is not even noticeable. Sima Yi, the youngest He seems to be older than Wang Ling.
Wang Ling, the eldest, came to the end. When the three of them were chatting and laughing together, how could they have expected such a situation? They were still young at that time and had never thought about such a far-reaching thing.
The shadow of a mountain seemed to appear in front of Wang Ling's eyes. The three of them were on their way at night. When they just climbed up the mountain, they saw the morning glow in the east.
Then he remembered the time when they were drinking together when they were about 20 or 30 years old. Who was talking about the funny things at that time? Wang Ling couldn't remember it all at once. He only remembered that he was in a very happy mood and all three of them were laughing. .
He shook his head, not wanting to recall those trivial past events, so he could only force himself to say: "You have rebelled, I have to do this."
Sima Yi still did not defend himself, but said: "The person I am dealing with is Cao Shuang. How can I ever feel sorry for you? Wang Chen went to ask you to be the Taiwei. Have you seen him?"
After all, in terms of court etiquette, there is no excuse for Sima Yi's attack on the main entrance of the palace, robbery of the arsenal, etc. But they were good friends before, and Sima Yi only talked about personal relations, which is indeed true. Wang Ling frowned and remained silent for a moment, coldly He said coldly: "You just want to stabilize me temporarily?"
But Sima Yi sighed: "Jia Liangdao knows my heart! When we all go down, we can talk to Jia Liangdao."
Wang Ling observed Sima Yi's eyes and saw that there was nothing strange in Sima Yi's eyes. Wang Ling almost believed Sima Yi's words, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that Sima Yi should really get rid of himself in order to eliminate the threat to the younger generations of the Sima family.
Then Wang Ling said: "You said that juniors only care about power, but at our age, aren't we all planning for our juniors?"
At Wang Ling's age, he felt a little confused for a moment. Friendship and family affection, what else is important? But at least future generations will sacrifice themselves and be grateful to their ancestors for their protection.
Sima Yi didn't answer. Wang Ling glanced at him and said, "That's it, I'm leaving."
Sima Yi started coughing continuously. Wang Ling ignored him and turned to leave.
At this time, Sima Yi suddenly said: "Please Yanyun send someone to bring a cup of poisonous wine. I want to die at home."
Wang Ling blurted out: "I still have to live in your mansion." He didn't mean to anger Sima Yi, it was indeed what he had agreed to say yesterday, so he said it casually.
Sima Yi suddenly laughed "haha". His crazy laughter made him hardly look like a weak person. Wang Ling frowned and looked at him, thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll ask someone to bring poisonous wine to you."
Sima Yi stopped laughing, his attitude suddenly changed, and he suddenly pointed at Wang Ling and cursed: "Old man! How could I have misjudged you? You are so treacherous and loyal. I have never seen such a treacherous person!"
Wang Ling was immediately furious and laughed in anger. Sima Yi stopped laughing, and Wang Ling started laughing again: "Just now you were talking about Jia Liangdao and old friendship. You want to play with me like a three-year-old child, thinking that I will let go."
Have you passed me?"
For a moment, Wang Ling could hardly stop laughing. He didn't know what he was laughing at. Maybe he didn't want to believe that his friend still wanted to deceive him.
As Sima Yi kept coughing, he suddenly saw a young and beautiful woman walking to the door and looking into the room with concern.
Wang Ling finally stopped laughing and nodded to the guard at the door. Then the woman was let in. She walked straight behind Sima Yi and patted Sima Yi's back gently.
Wang Ling smiled when he saw this and said, "This beauty is pretty good. Come with me."
The woman was surprised and said: "Is what General Wang said true?"
Wang Ling said: "Let's go."
The woman immediately left Sima Yi and followed Wang Ling.
Sima Yi was still sitting on the wooden wheel cart, neither trying to save the woman nor getting angry. He just laughed and coughed from time to time.
After Wang Ling walked out of the room, the woman came up to him in a low voice, as if she wanted to ask for something. At this time, Wang Ling turned around and cursed loudly: "Sima Yi, I want the Tingwei to drag your people to the bank of Luoshui and behead them. Heaven."
With eyes, the oath comes true!"
He seemed to be expressing great resentment, and he seemed to be concealing a certain feeling in his heart, just like a bandit pretending to be extremely vicious to cover up the fear in his heart. Wang Ling prided himself on not being that cunning person at all.
My feelings towards Sima Yi are actually very complicated, including resentment of course. After all, Sima Yi also wants to destroy the Wang family!
Wang Ling left the inner house of Taifu Mansion as if fleeing. When he walked to the gatehouse, he found that the young woman just now was still following him. This person should be Sima Yi's concubine Bai. Mrs. Bai did not mind that he was in his seventies, and his face was
There was only awe and admiration. Wang Ling saw that other people in the mansion were also respectful to him. Of course he understood why people were like this.
As Sima Yi said, if Wang Ling didn't hold the power, who would care about him, a bad old man in his seventies?
Something magical happened. Wang Ling suddenly felt as if he had gained an invisible power, and he was vaguely able. He hurriedly grabbed Mr. Bai next to him, found a side room at random, and said hurriedly: "Take off!" Mr. Bai cautiously said He asked: "I will serve the general wholeheartedly. Can the general let my son go?"
Suddenly, Wang Ling immediately realized the danger behind power. He couldn't help but glared and sneered: "I killed the entire Sima family. Do you want to wait for your son to grow up and seek revenge from the Wang family?"
After a while, he found that he could no longer raise his spirits. After a while, he said dejectedly: "Forget it, you go take care of Sima Yi and serve him to drink poisonous wine."
Bai's face turned pale, and the expressions in her eyes changed complicatedly. She watched Wang Ling go out, her pale face gradually turning red, and finally she followed him with a calm face.
Wang Ling felt a little confused and strode out of the room, then walked towards the gatehouse. Mr. Bai followed him out, but he didn't bother to care.
...Perhaps Wang Ling still didn't want to see Sima Yi beheaded in public after all, after all, they had been friends for so many years. That morning, the guards walked into Sima Yi's bedroom with poisonous wine.
There was not only Sima Yi in the room, but also his old wife Zhang Chunhua. Zhang Chunhua was not in good health either. She turned to the person who came in and said, "Put it down."
The soldiers didn't seem to want to embarrass an old woman, so they put down the bottles and retreated outside the door to wait.
This kind of poisonous wine is red. It is not the wine steeped in the feathers of the legendary poisonous bird. It is a kind of ore extracted from mining. It is similar to Bishuang. The dosage is slightly larger and the effect is quick. Therefore, the soldiers do not need to supervise. Sima Yi said, just go in and see his body later.
Zhang Chunhua took a small bowl, poured half a bottle of poisonous wine, and sneered: "Where is Mr. Bai?"
He had ignored his wife for several years and only doted on Bai. When Sima Yi heard this, he wanted to retort, saying that no one wanted the old thing, but he didn't say anything, and suddenly he didn't want to care about it.
Zhang Chunhua continued: "What did you say to me before that you would dislike me when you get old? But in the end, I was still the only one by your side."
Sima Yi still didn't say a word. He didn't seem to have that much emotion before he died, but he just couldn't care about anything in the world anymore.
People are so strange. Last month, Sima Yi was still able to personally go into battle and deploy a grand battle. Not long after that, he found it difficult to even move.
He has always known that sixty or seventy years old is the age when he is about to die, but he can still live well when death is not really imminent. After the defeat of the war, he was left with inexplicable despair and fear, because death was already Things that are foreseeable.
The state of losing hope can destroy a person's body in one fell swoop. Sima Yi thought of the countless people he had killed, and realized at this moment that a person's age does not matter. No matter who knew he was going to die, the feelings would probably be the same.
Zhang Chunhua slowly brought the poisonous wine bowl in front of him. He let out a long sigh, thought about it, and finally reached out to hold the wine bowl and took a big sip.
At this moment, Sima Yi turned his head and glanced out the window. Maybe he subconsciously just wanted to see the sun one more time, but unfortunately the morning sun had already disappeared. At this time, the sky was covered with clouds, and even his simplest wish could not be fulfilled. For a moment, Then, severe pain suddenly hit his heart.