Aren't you, Zhuge Liang, very smart? You passed the reputation of being unfilial to Liu Bei and saved your own face.
Well, I'll marry your mother and be your stepfather. Let's see what Zhuge Liang can do to keep his reputation.
At that time, Yan Liang, as his stepfather, can send troops to teach Zhuge Liang a lesson. As for Zhuge Liang, as long as he resists, he will be against his stepfather, which is disobedient and unfilial.
Yan Liang's move was to tear Zhuge Liang's face into pieces so that he would never be able to raise his head again.
Mrs. Song is not stupid either. How could she not see that Yan Liang accepted her as his wife not because of her beauty, but because he wanted to humiliate her son?
Mrs. Song was deeply disgusted with Zhuge Liang. She actually didn't care whether Zhuge Liang had any face or not.
What Mrs. Song cares about is how the world will view her if she becomes Yan Liang's wife, and where will she put her own face?
"No, absolutely not, I will never agree!" Mrs. Song woke up in shock and immediately refused.
Zhuge Ling frowned and persuaded: "My mother has been a widow for my father for more than ten years, and she has already done everything she can to be a woman. Today, my son is gracious and willing to take my mother as my wife. It is really a great honor for my mother. She should be happy. Why?"
Can you refuse?"
Mrs. Song was shocked. She couldn't believe that these words came from her daughter.
"Ling'er, what's wrong with you? How can you persuade your mother to marry an enemy of the Zhuge family?" Song's words were full of confusion and questions.
Zhuge Ling's beautiful face also changed slightly, and a bit of embarrassment flashed in her eyes.
But soon, Zhuge Ling put down the discomfort and returned to being calm and composed.
She sighed and smiled bitterly: "Speaking of which, the emperor admired the second brother very much at the beginning and wanted to recruit him into his army. However, the second brother wanted to be loyal to Liu Bei, that hypocrite, and kept going against the emperor.
To be honest, based on what my second brother has done, it is already a great mercy for the Emperor to allow us to live."
"Today, when I accept my mother as my wife, I do feel that I am humiliating my second brother, but my second brother is ruthless and ruthless. He has abandoned his mother long ago, so why should my mother think twice about him?"
After Zhuge Ling gave some advice and persuasion, Mrs. Song gradually calmed down and began to look at the matter calmly.
After pondering for a long time, Ms. Song wondered again: "Liang'er is ruthless. My mother has long since stopped caring about him. My mother only cares about her own face."
Song's words have already shaken him a bit.
Zhuge Ling smiled bitterly again and sighed: "In troubled times, people are careless, let alone women like us. As long as we can survive, why should we worry about the so-called face? What's more, as long as we put down our dignity a little, we can
Enjoy the glory and wealth. Isn’t this good?”
Song's figure was shaken again, and the wavering look in his eyes became more intense.
"Furthermore, the emperor's temperament has always been that those who obey others will prosper, and those who go against others will perish. Mother, if you persist in disobeying, you will only be asking for trouble. When my mother refused to write the letter, have you forgotten the punishment she received?
Is it done?"
Zhuge Ling's last words deeply hurt the Song family. The unbearable pain of hunger and the humiliation of being stripped naked and displayed in public were unbearable.
Thinking of that painful memory, Ms. Song felt lingering fear in her heart. She would never have the courage to bear it again.
At this time, Mrs. Song, who was originally excited, completely calmed down, and her eyes were no longer filled with shame and anger, but with fear.
Zhuge Ling was very smart, and she could naturally see that her stepmother was already shaken.
"My daughter has already explained all the pros and cons. Whether my mother wants to live or die, I have to weigh it carefully. My daughter also said goodbye."
Zhuge Ling stood up to say goodbye. She wanted to give Ms. Song some time to digest this embarrassing decision.
In the main hall, only the Song family was left in a blink of an eye.
Mrs. Song walked in the palace, looking at the new clothes and gold, silver, pearls and jade piled on the table. She couldn't help but recall the scene when she married Zhuge Gui.
At that time, the Zhuge family was already in decline, and when he married me, he didn't even have a few decent betrothal gifts.
At that time, I was full of longing to marry into the Zhuge family, but I didn't expect that when I got married, I would see a cripple who was so sick that he couldn't even straighten his waist.
It was only then that the Song family realized that the reason why the Zhuge family married her was just to bring joy to the terminally ill Zhuge Gui through the marriage.
From that time on, the Song family was full of resentment towards this marriage and towards the Zhuge family.
Song felt that it was the Zhuge family that had ruined her and allowed the best years of her life to wither away in an empty house alone.
However, the cruel facts forced Song to suppress his resentment, turn to Buddhism, and numb himself with Buddhist chants.
Now, when she saw these wedding items again, the resentment hidden in Mrs. Song's heart grew again.
Along with the rebirth of resentment, there is also the unbearable hunger and thirst that has been accumulated for more than ten years.
Her thoughts were rolling like a tide. After a long time, Ms. Song let out a long sigh, reached out and reluctantly picked up the new clothes on the table.
Zhuge Ling, who was lingering outside the palace, couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this scene.
Zhuge Ling knew that her stepmother had finally figured it out and decided to put down her so-called dignity and succumb to the cruel reality of existence.
Zhuge Ling let out a breath and turned around.
Before I knew it, the lanterns were already hanging high.
When the moon was rising, Yan Liangfang returned from the outer palace to the inner palace drunkenly surrounded by everyone.
Today is the day when Yan Liang accepts his new wife. Yan Liang specially held a banquet in front of the palace for all the ministers.
Like the ladies in Jinque Taichung, Yan Liang just accepted it, and not many held a banquet to celebrate. Today, they made an exception and held a banquet, which was very lively.
Yan Liang did not attach much importance to the Song family. The reason why he did this was to make a big statement and tell the world that I, Yan Liang, took Zhuge Liang's stepmother as my concubine. From now on, I will be Zhuge Liang's stepfather.
After a banquet, Yan Liang was so drunk that he took advantage of the beautiful scenery and went straight to Changchun Hall.
In the hall, Mrs. Song had already put on new clothes and dressed up. She was sitting there uneasily.
Daughter Zhuge Ling was by her side. Mother and daughter remained silent, avoiding each other's eyes to avoid unnecessary embarrassment.
"Your Majesty has arrived~~" the eunuch outside the palace shouted.
Song's body trembled when she heard that Yan Liang had arrived. Before she saw the figure, a blush appeared on her face.
"Mother, your Majesty is here, hurry up and greet him." Zhuge Ling quickly stood up, supported the reluctant Song family, and walked out of the palace.
As soon as the mother and daughter left the palace, Yan Liang walked in, smelling of alcohol.
The two girls hurriedly knelt down to greet Yan Liang.
"Sit down." Yan Liang waved his hand, walked into the hall, and sat directly at the top.
Zhuge Ling followed Mrs. Song, and the two of them stood in front of the palace with their heads bowed, not daring to say a word or look at Yan Liang.
Yan Liang drank a cup of sobering tea, looked down, and immediately stared at Mrs. Song.
Today, Mrs. Song has put on some makeup and new clothes. She looks like a girl waiting to be married. She is even more charming.
The desire in Yan Liang's heart rose like a flame.
"Come here." Yan Liang smiled evilly and waved to Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song became more and more shy and froze there, unable to move.
"Now that mother has decided, don't think about it any more and just serve your majesty with peace of mind." Zhuge Ling persuaded in a low voice from the side. She gently pushed Mrs. Song forward with both hands.
Song had no choice but to suppress her shame and move forward slowly.
Yan Liang put his arms around Song's waist and pulled Song into his arms.
Mrs. Song fell down in front of Yan Liang's strong chest, her heart suddenly beating wildly, and there were a few wisps of girlish blush between her brows.
Yan Liang was surprised to see such beauty.
Yan Liang, the enemy's wife, had robbed a lot of her. This was the first time she saw a lady like the Song family, who was almost half old and as timid as a young girl.
But Yan Liang didn't know that although Song had been Zhuge Liang's mother for more than ten years, she was still a virgin waiting to bloom.
But why are these important?
Now Yan Liang was holding the plump Song in his arms. The fire in his heart was burning in the blink of an eye, and he soon became wanton.
Song had completely let go of her scruples, so she could only close her eyes tightly, bite her teeth lightly, and let Yan Liang conquer.
At the bottom of the stairs, Zhuge Ling blushed when he saw such a scene, but he winked and turned away the serving ladies.
Zhuge Ling was also blushing and wanted to leave the palace, not daring to disturb Yan Liang's good deeds.
At this moment, Yan Liang suddenly said: "Ling'er, you should stay too."
Zhuge Ling was startled and at a loss for a moment, then a look of shock and shame suddenly appeared on his face.
She thought that Yan Liang was just asking her to comfort Mrs. Song, but she didn't expect that Yan Liang, who was in the same mood, actually wanted to...
The Song family was even more horrified. Thinking that Yan Liang would do this, she felt ashamed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
However, fearing Yan Liang's power, although they were extremely embarrassed, they did not dare to disobey.
Zhuge Ling hesitated for a moment, exhaled secretly, had no choice but to smile, suppressing the shame in his heart, turned around and walked towards Yan Liang.
Behind him, the palace door creaked shut.
In the main hall, candlelight flickered, and the mood of spring was warm.
The eagles fly together, flying over the Wushan Mountains, until they reach the graceful paradise of bliss.
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Hundreds of miles away, Yecheng.
In the dim lobby of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhuge Liang was sitting alone in a wheelchair, staring at the map hanging on the wall, in a daze.
On the large map of Nanuo, the black marks of the Chu State have covered the north and south of the river, but only a corner of the red mark of the Han State remains.
Various events from the past kept reappearing in Zhuge Liang's mind.
Those hateful memories of Yan Liang's torture to him haunted him all the time, reminding him to take revenge.
In the end, he could do nothing but blame himself.
And in his mind, the voice and appearance of his mother, Mrs. Song, could not help but reappear. When he thought of his beautiful mother, and the possibility of being humiliated by Yan Liang, Zhuge Liang gritted his teeth in heartache.
"Mother, mother, if you still have any sense of shame, for the sake of my reputation, Zhuge Liang, I beg you to commit suicide. You will only be a drag on me if you live in this world!"