Zhuge Jun hugged Zhuge Zhan and looked at the fast horse that just passed by the carriage with sad eyes.
Because Zhuge Zhan was young and could not bear the pain of long journeys, and because the mountains along the way were steep and difficult to move a carriage, it took him nearly a month to get from Chengdu to Chang'an. Despite this, their uncle and nephew were exhausted from exhaustion.
Along the way, he saw the Six Hundred Miles Express passing by the carriage at least three times, rushing all the way to Chang'an.
He knew that those knights carried urgent documents on their backs. Considering his brother Zhuge Liang's current physical condition, each document was a heavy mountain. At this time, Li Yan would not let him breathe.
If there is an opportunity, he will try every means to prevent his brother from recuperating in peace and make him tired and exhausted mentally and physically.
The battle in the officialdom may not be as bloody as on the battlefield, but it is equally cruel. In this cruel struggle, under the joint attack of Li Yan, Wei Ba and Ma Di, the elder brother has no power to fight back and is completely defeated.
In fact, from the day Li Yan returned to Chengdu, the situation was very unfavorable for the Prime Minister's Mansion. But no one expected that it would deteriorate to this point. Li Yan won consecutive battles, but his brother suffered repeated defeats. This is simply like
A curse always haunts the Prime Minister's Mansion in Chengdu and the elder brother in Guanzhong.
Zhuge Jun felt very guilty. He did not have the same ability as his two brothers, and was not even as capable as his nephews Zhuge Ke and Zhuge Qiao. As long as he was stronger, his brothers would not be able to fight alone and collapse from exhaustion.
In Zhuge Jun's self-blame, the carriage drove into the temporary prime minister's residence in Chang'an. He took Zhuge Zhan's hand and got out of the carriage. Zhuge Jun followed the guided warriors into the backyard. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of medicine.
.
Under the dim oil lamp, he saw Zhuge Liang's face so thin that only a piece of skin remained.
"Brother——" Zhuge Jun's heart was as sharp as a knife, and tears came out of his eyes.
"Dad -" Zhuge Zhan broke away from Zhuge Jun's hand, walked forward quickly, threw himself to the bedside, hugged Zhuge Liang's arm, and burst into tears. "Dad, I am Zhan'er. I came to see you from Chengdu.
, open your eyes and look at Zhan'er."
"Zhan...er..." Zhuge Liang groaned and slowly opened his eyes. His scattered gaze slowly turned around and finally landed on Zhuge Zhan's face. His eyes slowly condensed, and slowly
His eyes lit up, and the snow-white beard at the corner of his mouth trembled, as if he was smiling. "Is it Zhan'er? Let me take a good look."
"It's me, it's me." Zhuge Zhan agreed repeatedly, took out the water silk from his sleeve, wiped away the tears on his face, endured the pain, and looked at the weak Zhuge Liang with his dark and bright eyes.
"You are really my Zhan'er." Zhuge Liang laughed weakly. "Quickly, help me sit up quickly."
Zhuge Jun took a step forward, helped Zhuge Liang up, sat sideways on the couch, and held Zhuge Liang in his arms. As soon as he touched Zhuge Liang's body, he couldn't help but burst into tears. Zhuge Liang was more than eight feet tall, although he was not
Very strong, turned out to be two hundred and seventy-eight
Ten kilograms (1 kilogram is 250 grams, equivalent to 1/2 city kilogram, 1/4 kilogram), but now it is reduced to a handful of bones, only about half of its original weight, as light as a child, and even the body
They all shrank up, how could they not feel heartache.
Zhuge Liang stretched out his hand and took Zhuge Zhan in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at his son carefully. This inadvertent movement seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He was panting rapidly, and the ribs on his chest and back were shaking.
The squirming movement under the thin clothes spread all the way to Zhuge Jun's heart, tugging at his heart and making him miserable.
"Zhan'er... has grown up, grown up." Zhuge Liang coughed a few times, his face flushed, but his eyes were full of joy. He looked Zhuge Zhan up and down, and couldn't bear to look away for a moment. "Zhan'er, you can't leave.
...Have you ever studied?”
"Read it." Zhuge Zhan nodded repeatedly: "I have finished reading the books that my father copied, and now I am reading "Han Fei". Shall I recite a paragraph for my father?"
"Okay, okay." Zhuge Liang smiled weakly and nodded repeatedly.
Zhuge Zhan stood up straight, puffed up his chest, cleared his throat like a little adult, and began to recite.
"Everything that is difficult to explain is not difficult to explain because I know it, nor is it difficult for me to explain it clearly and understand my meaning, nor is it difficult for me to dare to miss it and be able to complete it. Everything that is difficult to explain is difficult to know.
I can say that what I mean is right..."
The crisp children's voice echoed in the hospital bed. Although it was not very loud, it was like a ray of morning sun, tearing through the thick mist of medicine and illuminating Zhuge Liang's eyes. Zhuge Liang looked at his son quietly, his eyes full of joy.
His originally gloomy face now looked a little more angry.
Jiang Wei walked in, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but stop, and followed him. Yang Yi, who was full of anger, was also stunned for a moment, subconsciously stuffed the official document in his hand into his sleeve, stood aside, and shouted
Don't say anything.
Zhuge Zhan recited the entire "Speaking of Difficulties" fluently, and then looked at Zhuge Liang proudly: "Dad, did I recite it correctly?"
Zhuge Liang laughed and nodded slowly: "The back is correct, can you solve it?"
Zhuge Zhan was a little embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand and pinched his fingertips: "I will... a little bit."
"Hehehe..." Zhuge Liang laughed: "Zhan'er is so smart. When my father was as old as you, he couldn't even memorize it. You can understand it a little, which is already good. However, you can't be proud and keep working hard.
"
"Yeah." Zhuge Zhan nodded vigorously.
"You guys go and rest first." Zhuge Liang turned to Zhuge Jun and said, "I'll talk to you later."
Zhuge Jun responded, carefully stuffed two pillows behind Zhuge Liang, and then left with Zhuge Zhan. Someone took them to rest nearby. Zhuge Liang took away his smile, turned his eyes to Jiang Wei and Yang Yi at the door, and said softly
He sighed softly.
"Come in."
Jiang Wei and Yang Yi glanced at each other, raised their legs at the same time, and almost collided with each other. They rushed in front of Zhuge Liang, and Yang Yi was the first to say: "Prime Minister, Li Yan has planned another annihilation plan."
"What annihilation plan?"
"He and Wei Bali cooperated with each other to attack Liaodong. In essence, they wanted to seek the kingship for themselves." Yang Yi took out the official document he had just received and spoke in rapid succession, just like the arrows of a ballista.
There was no time to breathe. Zhuge Liang listened quietly with no expression on his face. When Yang Yi finished speaking, he said calmly: "You and Bo Yue have a disagreement?"
"Oh... yes." Yang Yi nodded awkwardly, and then said angrily: "I think Li Yan, Wei Ba's behavior is extremely treasonous, and your Majesty should sternly reprimand him to set the record straight.
But Bo Yue said that Li Yan was powerful now, so he should not attack him lightly, but should attack slowly. To say that he attacked slowly was just cowardice before fighting. Fighting requires courage. If you don't dare to face the enemy, how can you do it?
Command the three armies."
Zhuge Liang raised his brows slightly and coughed lightly. Yang Yi looked at it and closed his mouth in embarrassment. He knew that he had just used the topic to make Zhuge Liang unhappy.
"Boyo, tell me what you think."
"Here." Jiang Wei bowed and saluted: "What Chang Shi said makes sense. This is Li Yan's test of the Prime Minister. He sent people to send these discussions to Chang'an just to see the Prime Minister's attitude. This matter is of great importance.
, whether you agree or disagree, it will inevitably leave Li Yan with a clue. Therefore, I suggest staying silent, not rushing to give opinions, and taking a look first before speaking."
"Yeah." Zhuge Liang nodded slowly: "That's what I mean too. Don't rush to reply. We'll wait."
Yang Yi's face suddenly turned red. Zhuge Liang was clearly favoring Jiang Wei. He bit his thin lips, puffed up his cheeks twice, and choked out: "Prime Minister, we can wait, but Li Yan can't wait.
Collected a few days ago
The official document arrived, he wants to investigate the issue of the missing warship technology, and we are required to give the result within half a month. It has been ten days now, and if he does not give a reply, I am afraid that Li Yan will pour this dirty water on the Prime Minister.
On the head."
Zhuge Liang frowned slightly and looked at Yang Yi displeased.
Yang Yi turned a blind eye and said, "Also, after Wei Yan returned to Chengdu, he had close contacts with Li Yan. It is said that he will soon marry the queen's sister for his son Wei Wu, and will marry his daughter to Li Feng. In this way
, I am afraid that the responsibility for the Battle of Bingzhou will fall on the Prime Minister. Does the Prime Minister have to wait any longer? If the imperial court issues an edict to remove the Prime Minister from military power, will the Prime Minister also have to endure the humiliation and bear the burden? Prime Minister..."
"Wei Gong, this is my responsibility." Zhuge Liang interrupted Yang Yi and his expression became very stern. His eyes swept across Yang Yi's face. Yang Yi was speechless and lowered his head with a guilty conscience. Zhuge Liang gasped sharply.
After taking a few breaths, he looked at Yang Yi with some disappointment.
"Mr. Wei, I have been thinking about it these past few days and have some ideas." Zhuge Liang's breath was heavy and his face was terribly red. "I was about to invite you to discuss it. Since you are here, it's time to talk."
"Prime Minister, tell me." Yang Yi said quickly, "We'll just listen."
Jiang Wei also nodded and said, "Prime Minister, you tell me."
Zhuge Liang panted for a while before gathering some strength. "I have been ill for a long time, and I don't have much time to come. It's useless to stay in Chang'an. I want to go back to Chengdu. The troops in Guanzhong have been assembled, and there are Wu
With Yi's help, Boyue can control himself."
Yang Yi's face darkened. He already knew what Zhuge Liang meant. Zhuge Liang wanted to hand over Guanzhong to Jiang Wei, but he, a long history man, could only watch from the sidelines. He was very angry and didn't understand why Zhuge Liang would do this. In terms of qualifications,
In terms of ability, how can Jiang Wei compare with him? What kind of talents are there in Liangzhou? Zhuge Liang handed over Guanzhong to Jiang Wei instead of him, which is equivalent to severing ties with Jingxiang.
"Wei Gong, I originally planned to let you stay in Chang'an and take charge of political affairs. However, recently, you and Bo Yue have had many disagreements, and it will probably be difficult for them to cooperate in the future. And Gong Yan and others are not good at accounting, and the Prime Minister
The government is in need of experts like you, so I think it might be more appropriate for you to return to Chengdu with me and take charge of the Prime Minister's Palace. I wonder what you think."
Yang Yi's heart was pounding, and her anger turned into joy. Since Guanzhong has no role for him, it may be a good choice to return to Chengdu to preside over the Prime Minister's Mansion. Zhuge Liang's health is getting worse day by day, and once he falls, he may have to take over the position of Prime Minister.
, isn’t this better than fighting against Jiang Wei in Chang’an?
Zhuge Liang saw Yang Yi's expression in his eyes, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes. He glanced at Jiang Wei, and met Jiang Wei's grateful eyes. The two of them smiled in understanding, but Yang Yi, who was immersed in endless reverie,