Uncle Emperor, I am really not Wolong Zhuge!

Chapter 203 Wind Blast
Chapter 201 Wind Blast

"Prime Minister!"

"Lord!"

Xia Houyuan, Xia Houdun and others were the first to catch the shaky Boss Cao, carried him on their backs, and dragged him into the back hall!

Others say that Xu Chu rescued him and sent him to his camp, asking military doctors to treat him carefully!
Cao's camp was instantly in chaos. The soldiers, generals, advisers and scribes were in a state of confusion, not knowing how to advance or retreat!

Late at night, a lone lamp.

In the dark inner hall, Prime Minister Cao stood with his back to the outside, facing the bronze mirror inside, his eyes closed tightly, and he snored slightly.

But this deep sleep did not last long.

"Uh……"

"Hey……"

Cao Cao shook his head slowly, and a sharp pain shot through his head. His brows furrowed in pain, and he clamped his arms around his head, hoping to divert the pain.

"Father, do you feel better?"

Under the bed, there was a movement in the shadows, and a burly body sat up with a delicate face. It was Cao Pi.

"You don't have to wait here, go and have a rest early!"

"Pier..."

"It's been the second day, and there's still no improvement. The same goes for those quack doctors. They discussed it all night long but couldn't find a proper solution. Uncle Xiahoudun has already issued an order. If there is no good cure tomorrow, they will all be pushed out of the camp and beheaded! "

Cao Pi held his father Cao Cao's cold hand and sighed.

This wind is like a gust of wind and waves. When it comes, it is turbulent and howling like a demon, but when it goes away, it is calm and leaves no trace.

Cao Cao grabbed the hair on his temples with both hands, a look of pain on his face.

"My father is suffering from a headache here. Even if the child goes back, how can he sleep? It's better to keep his father safe here."

Cao Cao turned around, lay down and leaned on the pillow, looked at the slightly haggard Cao Pi, and said warmly.

……

In the lobby, more than a dozen medical officers were gathered together, like ants in a hot pot. They were all frowning and scratching their heads, sighing, rubbing their hands together, and they were all at their wits' end!
"The Prime Minister's headache has been around for a long time. He committed it during the Northern Campaign against Yuan Shao. Although it has not recurred for many years, it has always been hidden in the body and cannot be eradicated!"

But at this moment, Cao Cao's heart was filled with a warm current like spring breeze.

Cao Pi knelt down in front of Cao Cao, stretched out his hand to tidy up the messy quilt for him, and said bitterly.

Even if you are a traitor all your life, you will never have a good friend or confidant in the world.

"Hey, as doctors, we don't necessarily need to ensure that the patient can reduce the cost, but at least we can alleviate the patient's pain. Now that the Prime Minister suffers from headaches every day, we are helpless here. Isn't it a disservice to Xinglin? name?"

"Today is already the second day. If we can't find a way to relieve the Prime Minister's stubborn headache within three days, you and I will inevitably commit the crime of the leader outside the gate!"

"But...hey! What should I do!" "I have tried all kinds of medicines, and tried all the good herbal and folk remedies to relieve pain and dispel wind. Not only did they not have the slightest effect, but they also caused the Prime Minister to suffer. The pain from the medicine and my facial state are getting worse..."

"Oh, stop talking...it's all tears! If these methods can cure the Prime Minister's headache and everything clears up, no one will hold us accountable. If we just mess around in the end, the Prime Minister's illness will not get better. , just look at it, everything is indispensable, sooner or later it will be investigated!"

The medical officers took out all the medical classics from the bottom of the box, and a group of people gathered around, generally looking for ways to relieve headaches on every page, while talking in low voices.

A pessimistic mood surrounded these medical officers and all the generals in Cao's camp.

In the counselor's house.

All the counselors gathered together to discuss today's situation.

"The Prime Minister was hit repeatedly and his headache relapsed in anger. I'm afraid he won't be able to recover in a short time."

Xun You touched the table with both hands. Today, there was neither tea nor fruit plate on the table. It was as empty as a bald head that had just been shaved.

"Originally, by combining our forces from all over the country, I first went to Xinye, then captured Nanyang and Fancheng, and then tried my best to annex Xiangyang and Jiangxia, and then encroached on them in turn. If I marched in steadily, I might not be able to conquer the entire Jingzhou. But the prime minister was eager for quick success and tried to use clever tricks to directly capture Jingzhou. Go down to Jiangdong and attack Jingzhou again."

Zhong Yao stood up and walked to the door. After opening the door to confirm that no one was there, he closed the door again. As he walked back, he complained in a low voice and continued: "I didn't expect that it was self-defeating. Zhuge Wende planned it. Not only did the East Route Army not have any However, it only dispersed Wancheng's troops, and the gains outweighed the losses."

"It doesn't stop there?"

Cheng Yu lightly tapped the table with his fingers, a look of helplessness on his face.

"If you think about it carefully, since Wenyuan was captured and Xinye turned his back and surrendered to Liu Bei, the Prime Minister's southern expedition strategy has completely deviated from the original intention. And the 300,000 troops on the east route to Hefei have exhausted all my savings in the Central Plains over the past few years. !”

"In the final analysis, the mistake was to divide the troops in Hefei! Without the Hefei East Road plan, how could we be in today's situation!"

"Wen He, what do you think?"

Cheng Yu turned to look at Jia Xu.

Jia Xu gently stroked his gray beard, narrowed his eyes into a straight line, and looked quietly at the glimmer of moonlight coming through the gap at the door, silent.

"When Wen He was in Xudu, he disapproved of my lord's southern expedition. How could he say so much about it?"

Xun You was standing by, deliberately trying to squeeze Jia Xu into speaking.

Jia Xu was silent for a long time, then finally shook his head and sighed: "The reason why I didn't agree with my lord's southern expedition when I was in Xuchang is because of today's situation!"

"The prime minister's expeditions in all directions consumed a huge amount of money. It has only been a few years since Yuan Shao was defeated, and the people have not yet been able to fully recuperate. If war breaks out again, it will be fine if everything goes well, but if there is a slight setback, we will not be able to afford it."

"But the Prime Minister is very happy about great achievements and is eager for success. If in a few years, even if the troops have to be divided into two routes, then the east route can gather troops from Qingzhou, Yanzhou, Xuzhou and other places to fight alone, and there is no need to draw troops from the west route. There will be no need. Today’s troubles!”

As soon as Jia Xu said this, all the counselors stood in awe!
It turns out that before Jia Xu left Xudu, he had already predicted that Prime Minister Cao would divide his troops into two groups in order to complete the great cause of unification as soon as possible, hoping to advance quickly!
Xun You stretched out the sleeves of his robe, wiped the table, and cheered up, saying, "Don't criticize the past. Let's look at the present. Now that the Prime Minister is seriously ill and unable to govern, what should we do? Do you have any opinions?"

Cheng Yu stood up, walked to a cupboard, poured himself a glass of water, and took a sip: "There must be a good doctor within a hundred miles. Is there not a few decent doctors in Xinye? Why not invite them? Show it to the Prime Minister? Maybe there are experts among the people who can cure the Prime Minister's disease."

"Those doctors in the army, if they really had the means, they would have treated the Prime Minister long ago, so why delay it until today? During the Battle of Guandu, the Prime Minister had made a mistake. If it hadn't been dispelled by a great victory, I’m afraid it’s still impossible to recover.”

(End of this chapter)