Sima Yi's Three Kingdoms Collection Collection

Chapter 312
Dong Zhao, with white hair like snow, was half lying on the couch, and his son Dong Zhou, the prefect of Runan, sat by the bed and supported his skinny frame with both hands.

On a row of long seats opposite the couch, Cui Lin, Wang Su, Sima Zhi, He Zeng and others sat from right to left.

"Cui Sikong, Mr. Wang, Mr. He... are you really going to push me to the front?" Dong Zhao's long beard was trembling slightly, and his voice was hoarse, "I'm getting old... How can I have the energy to take the lead in doing this again? You can do it yourself!"

"Dong Situ, you are highly respected. You are the only surviving veteran of the three dynasties of the Great Wei Dynasty. It is most appropriate for you to lead the memorial to persuade General Sima to congratulate Jiuxi and be promoted to prime minister." Wang Su said respectfully. , "Everything is still up to Dong Situ, don't refuse."

Dong Zhao turned his head to look at him, suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched, his old face wiped, and he burst into tears: "Emperor Taizu Wu! Can you tell the old minister what to do now? A minister of pillars and beams, just like you were in the Han Dynasty... Do you think the veteran should lead the memorial to persuade him?"

While crying loudly, he said with snot and tears: "If the old minister sticks to the common etiquette, I am afraid that he will go against the heart of the sky and the people - the prophecy on the 'Golden Turtle Stone' has written 'Golden Horse' Birth, good luck and prosperity'! But if the old minister really wants to break the rules, I am afraid that you will be unhappy under the nine springs... Tell me, what should I do?"

Hearing his half-truth and half-fake cries, Cui Lin, Wang Su, He Zeng and others couldn't help but look embarrassed and looked at each other.

At this time, Sima Zhi, Dong Zhao's nephew and son-in-law, interrupted coldly: "Master Uncle, do you know that Cao Shuang, Xia Houxuan and the others have been staying in the house for the past few days when you were sick? Your Majesty is clamoring to transfer Cao Fan back from Chang'an to succeed you as Situ... At this critical moment, if it wasn't for Shu Da (Sima Fu's character is "Shu Da") fighting to the death at Shangshutai, saying The imperial edict for you to resign may have already been issued."

As soon as he said this, it seemed to have an immediate effect, and the effect was extremely fast: Dong Zhao's wailing stopped abruptly.He didn't even have time to wipe off the tears on his cheeks, so he gave Dong Zhou a sidelong glance: "Zhou'er, is this true?"

Dong Zhou and Sima Zhi looked at each other, and replied respectfully to Dong Zhao: "My lord, what Zihua's brother-in-law (Sima Zhi's character is "Zihua") said is absolutely true. A few days ago, my son was worried. This matter will affect your mood and body, so I have been suppressing it and dare not tell you."

"Alas! What they did is really unethical..." Dong Zhao sighed deeply, lowered his head and pondered for a while, then looked up at Sima Zhi, Cui Lin, Wang Su, He Zeng and the others. Slowly said: "Zhi'er, you and Cui Sikong, Mr. Wang, and Mr. He go to write the draft of the persuasion form... When the time comes, let me know, I will definitely sign and lead the performance... ..."

When he said this, he seemed to think of something again, and he said: "The governor of the east of the town, Man Chong, the general of the south of the town Wang Chang, and the general of the north of the town, Pei Qian, the three frontier officials, you should communicate with them in time after you come down. Ventilation. Of course, based on their friendship with General Sima, the three of them will definitely support this matter. Let the three of them do a private communication with the chief shepherds of the states and counties Kung Fu. You don’t know that Emperor Taizu Wu was put on the throne of Duke Wei by those state and county shepherds in the past!”

The blazing sun scorched the entire earth like a furnace, and even the slight summer wind that blew past was as hot as boiling water.

On the "face slope" to the east of Wuzhang Plain, Zhuge Liang stood quietly in a four-wheeled cart under a green shade.Holding the goose feather fan in his right hand, he fanned it lightly, and the neckline was smoothed meticulously, without even a single wrinkle.Although it is the hot weather that turns stones and gold, his steep posture of a jade tree facing the wind seems to be indelible forever.

Jiang Wei supported the sword hilt at his waist, stood beside Zhuge Liang's car, looked at the rows of Wei army camps opposite, and sighed deeply: "This time Qin Lang was defeated by the prime minister and fled—only I am afraid that the bandits of Wei will be afraid of power and difficulty, and will never attack again!"

"It's a pity that the Wei thief was not able to be hit hard in one fell swoop! The two enemy troops, Hu Zun and Niu Jin, still didn't fall into the 'trap' of the truth..."

Zhuge Liang shook the goose feather fan slowly, looking at the big flag embroidered with the word "Sima" fluttering high above Weiying, watching it jump up and down like a cluster of black flames in the hunting summer wind, slowly coming to its feet. He said: "The truth is that I really hope to invent a flying 'wooden kite', so that our big Han warriors can ride on it, and fly into the bandit camp from here... Then, Sima Yi wants to close the camp again. It's no use avoiding battle!"

Jiang Wei looked at Zhuge Liang with eyes full of conviction: "I firmly believe that with the unparalleled intelligence of the prime minister, you will definitely be able to develop this kind of 'wooden kite' that blows and flies..."

Zhuge Liang's gaze slowly soaked with a touch of sadness lifted up, and cast it to the high, far, blue sky, as if he wanted to see through the sky: "Yes! If God grants the truth ten years As long as you live, the true face will definitely be able to do it... Sigh! It's a pity——the true face's time is running out!"

"Prime...Prime Minister! You...how can you say such a thing?" Jiang Wei was so startled that his face was as pale as paper, and even his tone changed.

"Oh?" Zhuge Liang was also taken aback by his out-of-toned shout. He looked at Jiang Wei's indescribably terrified face in a blink of an eye, with a faint smile on his lips, and said to him: " What are you afraid of, Bo Yue? Birth, old age, sickness and death are like changing seasons, this is a very common thing!"

"However, the prime minister will definitely live to witness the day when our great Han army clears the Central Plains and recovers the two capitals!" Jiang Wei said firmly in an irrefutable tone.

"Okay! Okay! For Bo Yue's words, the truth is that I have to put in all my energy to live until that day!" Zhuge Liang had to coax Jiang Wei with tears in his eyes like he was coaxing a child. "Big boy" came - for a moment, his eyes were blurred: Liu Chan's honest and familiar face "swipe" emerged!
Your Majesty... Your Majesty!Among the precious medicinal materials that His Majesty bestowed on the truth that day to treat heart-fire diseases, how could there be such medicines as velvet antler, ginseng, and jujube that can stimulate fire and help heat?Doesn't he know the truth that his illness happens to be a disease of worry and irritability?If His Majesty really cared about the truth, he should give him the cool herbs such as Prunella vulgaris, green bamboo leaves, golden chrysanthemums, lilies, etc. Medicinal materials ignite, urge, and invigorate the truth!What is His Majesty's intention in doing this?The more he thought about it, the more Zhuge Liang felt an inexplicable boredom in his heart.He hastily shook the goose feather fan, and fanned it five or six times with a "huhuhu". Ying sent a 'gift' to Sima Zhongda..."

(End of this chapter)