The more Yan Liang acted lightly and disapprovingly, the more surprised and uncertain the counselors became.
I don’t know how long it took for these extremely smart people to finally take a breath from their disbelief.
"My lord, please forgive me for being foolish, but how did my lord do it? Please tell me clearly."
Xu You raised his hands and asked, with a look of admiration and urgency on his face, eager to know what clever means Yan Liang used.
"Well, as I said, this strategy is a bit underhanded, so I won't tell you about it. You will find out about it in the future."
Given Liu Biao's age, and his illness, which was just beginning to improve, it would be strange if he didn't get so angry that he died of shame and anger when his wife's nude portrait was sent to him as a birthday gift by his mortal enemy.
Not to mention Liu Biao, any man would probably faint on the spot if this happened to him.
Liu Biao's fate was so forcible that he did not die on the spot. However, according to the intelligence, Liu Biao had one foot on the threshold of death this time. Even with a miraculous doctor like Zhang Zhongjing, he might not be able to save his life.
The group of resourceful people in front of him would sometimes use unscrupulous tactics when they came up with their plans, but in addition to being deceitful, they often showed some dignity. Yan Liang felt that this plan was rather unethical and would not be put on the stage, so naturally it was inconvenient to show it off.
It doesn't matter what the process is, what matters is that Yan Liang has gotten the results he wanted.
His expression soon became solemn, and murderous intent was quietly gathering between his brows.
The counselors were amazed at Yan Liang's wonderful methods. Although they were curious, they did not dare to ask any more questions at this time.
Yan Liang looked around at everyone and said loudly: "Liu Biao's death is approaching, and the Liu family's civil strife is also imminent. We have been planning for so long and have been waiting for this day to arrive. From today on, everyone should start making preparations.
Once the time is right, my general's army will set off as soon as possible and march directly towards Jiangxia."
During the conversation, Xunxun's murderous aura was surging. Everyone was infected by Yan Liang's murderous aura, and their silent blood gradually began to boil.
Since taking Xiangyang, there has been no fighting for half a year. When thinking that the war will start again and the opportunity to make achievements will come again, there is an uncontrollable excitement in everyone's heart.
Yan Liang cast his gaze towards the south, his razor-like eyes showing fierceness.
"The day of drinking horses on the Yangtze River is finally coming. Liu Biao, you can go in peace and let me, Yan Liang, discipline your two unsatisfactory sons for you."
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Jiangling, the state capital.
In the bedroom, the dim candlelight flickered, casting a few dark shadows on the wall.
Liu Biao was lying upright on the bed, his face was frighteningly pale, and his breath was extremely weak. If you didn't observe carefully, anyone who saw it would think that there was a cold corpse lying on the bed.
An old man with white beard and hair, who was somewhat of a Taoist spirit, was sitting on the edge of the couch taking Liu Biao's pulse, but his brows were getting tighter and tighter.
Kuai Yue and his second son Liu Cong stood nearby and watched uneasily, but the eldest son Liu Qi was the only one missing.
Footsteps sounded. Cai Mao hurried in from outside and winked at Kuai Yue.
Kuai Yue walked out of the inner room and asked in a low voice: "How are things going?"
"All the key points in Jiangling are under the control of our people, and my troops have been replaced inside and outside the state capital. Liu Qi cried outside for a long time and couldn't get in, so he has left."
Cai Mao's tone showed some confidence, as if everything was under control.
Kuai Yue nodded to show his satisfaction.
While talking, Zhang Zhongjing walked out of the inner room, and the two immediately stopped talking.
"Mr. Zhang, how is the master's condition?" Kuai Yue asked.
Zhang Zhongjing shook his head and sighed softly, "Master Zhou Mu is so angry that I can't do anything about it. Forgive me for speaking frankly, you two should hurry up and prepare for the funeral of Master Zhou Mu."
The expressions of the two men changed, and their expressions suddenly darkened.
Even the famous Doctor Zhang was helpless. It seemed that their lord was doomed this time and would definitely die.
After pondering for a moment, Kuai Yue asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhang, I would like to know how long my lord can last."
Zhang Zhongjing counted with his fingers and sighed: "I have tried my best to prolong Mr. Zhou Mu's life, but even so, in ten days at most and three to five days at least, Mr. Zhou Mu's death will definitely come."
"So fast!" Cai Mao exclaimed.
Zhang Zhongjing shook his head to show his helplessness.
However, Kuai Yue remained calm and paused, "Then please Mr. Zhang, please do your best to extend the life of the lord as much as possible."
"This is the duty of a doctor, Sir Kuai, please rest assured." Zhang Zhongjing cupped his hands and said.
Kuai Yue thought for a while and then said: "Also, regarding my lord's condition, I ask Mr. Zhang to keep it a secret. This matter is of great importance. If it is disclosed in the slightest, it will endanger the safety of Jingzhou. I hope Mr. Zhang can understand."
When Kuai Yue warned, there was a hint of threat in his tone.
However, Zhang Zhongjing only said lightly: "I only care about treating diseases and using medicine, and don't care about other things. Don't worry, Mr. Kuai."
"Then there is Mr. Lao Zhang." Only then did Kuai Yue feel satisfied.
Zhang Zhongjing bowed his hand and resigned first on the grounds of dispensing medicine.
There are no outsiders in the room.
"It seems that my lord can't live for more than a few days. Xingdu, what do you think we should do?"
Cai Mao was a little uneasy, and there were a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead. When something unexpected happened, he still had to rely on Kuai Yue to make his decision.
However, Kuai Yue did not panic at all, and only said calmly: "There is nothing to worry about. Jiangling City is under our control. The Lord has passed away. All we need to do is make the Second Young Master the Lord of Jingzhou."
"But the master is so angry right now that he can't even utter a single word. How can he make a will and pass it on to the second master?" Cai Hao subconsciously glanced at the other side of the screen.
Kuai Yue sneered, "My lord loves the second young master. This is known to everyone. Even if there is no lord's will, who should be appointed as the lord of Jingzhou? Can't you and I still be the lords?"
With a word of warning, Cai Mao's worried look gradually faded away, replaced by a sly smile.
"Daddy, daddy——"
When the two of them were laughing in understanding, Liu Cong's voice suddenly came from inside.
The two looked at each other and hurried to the inner room.
But he saw that Liu Biao had woken up at some point, his whole body was shaking, and his withered mouth was moving, as if he wanted to say something.
Kuai Yue hurriedly stepped forward, leaned over and sat down, and said with great concern: "My lord, all the subordinates are here, my lord, do you have any orders?"
Liu Biao was panting as if his lungs were torn, and his mouth opened wider and wider. Several sounds were faintly squeezed out.
Kuai Yue lowered his head and put his ears to listen carefully.
"Qi...er...Qi...er."
When Kuai Yue heard Liu Biao's unclear words clearly, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Liu Biao couldn't speak for a long time. As if he had exhausted his remaining life, Liu Biao fainted again in the blink of an eye.
Liu Cong was shocked and hurriedly shouted, calling Zhang Zhongjing to come.
In the inner room, it soon became busy again.
But Kuai Yue pulled Cai Hao outside, found a quiet place, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know what the master was shouting just now?"
Cai Mao was startled and looked confused.
"The Lord is calling the eldest son's name." Kuai Yue said with a solemn expression.
"really!"
Cai Hao's expression changed and he suddenly became nervous, "My lord wants to see the eldest son at this time. Could it be that he is ill and confused and wants to make the eldest son his heir?"
The more Cai Mao thought about it, the more frightened he became. It seemed that he was devoted to supporting Liu Cong and had been squeezing out Liu Qi for so many years. How could the Cai family gain a foothold in Jingzhou if Liu Qi was given the position of prefecture shepherd?
"Xidu, I didn't expect that my lord would be like this before he died, what should we do?" Cai Hao said anxiously.
Kuai Yue paced around, frowning in thought.
After a while, Kuai Yue stopped and his eyes became more determined.
"It will be a disaster for the eldest son to stay in Jiangling City. Now we must find a way to expel him from Jiangling immediately."
"This is a way. The lord can't see the eldest son, so even if he wants to change his mind, it will be useless. However, now that the lord is seriously ill, how can we drive the eldest son away?"
A trace of pride flashed across the corner of Kuai Yue's lips, "This is not easy. Let's take the lord's orders and appoint the eldest son as the governor of Changsha on the grounds that Changsha has rebelled against Fang Ping and needs someone he can trust to guard it, and order him to go immediately.
Just take office."
Cai Hao nodded slightly, taking it seriously, and said with a smile: "This plan is very clever. Once the eldest son goes to the Yangtze River, even some people who support him in Jiangling City will be leaderless. When we support the second son, there will be no obstacle."
These two men, both civil and military, the pillars of Jingzhou and the right-hand man of Zhou Mu, looked at each other and laughed.
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Outside Jiangling City, on the vast, smoke-like river, a small boat was slowly moving along the current.
On the bow of the ship, a man stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the vast Yangtze River in the distance. There was a hint of depth in his brows.
The short and thin man had a sparse beard and dark skin, as if he had been lacking nutrition for a long time. His appearance was not only far from mediocre, but even a bit ugly.
However, if you look carefully, you will see that the pair of small eyes are half open and half closed, shining brightly, and there is a deep wrinkle like a knife on the flat forehead, which seems to contain the gloomy vicissitudes of the world.
"Sir, Jiangling City is just ahead. I heard that Liu Zhoumu moved the state government here. Should we go into the city to see the excitement of Xinzhou City?"
Behind him, a bookboy asked.
"Jiangling City is a place of right and wrong, so don't go there."
The young man's withered lips wriggled slightly, and there was a bit of confidence in his richness.
"If you don't go to Jiangling, you'll reach Xiakou further ahead. I heard that Governor Huang is also a famous general in the world. Do you want to go and meet him, sir?" the scholar asked again.
The young master grinned, half-smiling but not smiling, "Huang Zu is more arrogant and arrogant than this young master, so it's okay not to see him."
The book boy frowned and said, "I'm not going to Jiangling, and I'm not going to Xiakou, so let's just go back to our hometown in Xiangyang. The young master has been traveling for so long, so it's time to go home and have a look. I heard that the newly rising young man in Xiangyang
Yan Liang is a powerful character, and he might be the master that the young master wants to meet."
"Yan Liang..."
The young man lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be deep in thought.
After a long while, the young master said: "We are not in a hurry to go back to Xiangyang. Since we have already swam through Shu, we might as well go eastward with the current and go to Jiangdong to have a look."
The book boy sighed helplessly.
The boat moved briskly, and after a while, the majestic Jiangling City disappeared into the mist behind it. (To be continued: Floating in the Sky. Registered members of Literature recommend this work.
