Xun Yu's body was as precarious as the fate of Wei.
Due to his serious illness and the torment of the war in Wei, his entire body was as thin as a stick, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, and his temples were as white as frost. Even if Cao Pi came over, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize him. Come out, this is the high-spirited Xun Yu back then.
Xun Yu is only forty-eight years old this year, but he looks like a frail old man in his seventies.
During this period of war, the Wei State was in danger. He worked hard to save it and tried every means to allow the Wei State to survive in this battle. However, as the battle progressed, even if he tried his best to deal with it, the person on the opposite side was... Li Ru came up with a plan, and the two of them were matched against each other. After many battles, they did not gain any upper hand.
Coupled with Jingguo's strong strength, Xun Yu felt powerless.
Although Xiahou Dun had returned to protect Xuchang, Xuchang was still in danger. What worried him even more was the safety of Wei Emperor Cao Pi on the border of Pei.
It's late autumn.
Xun Yu climbed up to the top of the city of Xuchang with difficulty and his trembling legs. The cold wind rustled his robes and blew his white beard flying in the air. He looked at the tall towers outside the city with his cloudy eyes. Below, Jing's army's tents were densely packed, and Pang De's huge general's flag hung high, fluttering in the air.
Look further into the distance.
The trees have dried up, everything has withered, and the autumn wind is bleak.
Seeing such a scene, Xun Yu thought of the current situation in the Wei Kingdom, and couldn't help but feel his heart beat. He remembered how heroic and heroic he was when he followed the late emperor to conquer the south and north, and rode his horse to conquer the country with high spirits. Nowadays, the old friends are fading away, the Wei State is unstable, and a sense of desolation rises from the bottom of my heart and goes straight to my forehead.
His eyes stayed on the setting sun, and he couldn't help but sigh, with a few wisps of rustling in his voice: "Who misses the west wind... being alone in the cold, rustling yellow leaves... closing the window, meditating on the past and standing in the setting sun!" A line of old tears fell down.
"Prime Minister!"
Xiahou Dun followed behind. Hearing Xun Yu's sad poems, he felt the same in his heart and couldn't help but said: "You said, it is possible for me, the Wei Dynasty..." He did not dare to explain what was behind.
Xun Yu looked directly at the setting sun: "As the saying goes, a fallen phoenix is not as good as a chicken. When I look at the setting sun today, I realize that even the setting sun dares to be looked directly at. Great Wei... Great Wei! It was strong and glorious in the past, but now it is withering. "When I said this, I was already in tears and trembling all over.
Xiahou Dun's nose was sore, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help crying.
Unexpectedly, Xun Yu in front was trembling more and more violently. With a sudden twitch, his body stiffened and he straightened up. He made a squeaking sound from his mouth, and then his body quickly twisted together.
Xiahou Dun was instantly frightened out of his wits.
At this juncture, if something happened to Xun Yu, he wouldn't know how to deal with the next situation.
He hurriedly rushed over to save Xun Yu. When he looked at Xun Yu, he saw two beams of command shining in his originally cloudy eyes, as if telling his desire for life, but those two beams of light were very He quickly calmed down and quickly turned into a dying look, but there was still a wailing sound in his throat.
Xiahou Dun was so frightened that his whole body felt numb, and he called out in a panic: "Prime Minister! Prime Minister!"
Xun Yu moaned and was speechless.
Xiahou Dun hurriedly picked him up and rushed to the city. He was anxious but did not dare to shout. If the enemy knew about it, they would definitely take the opportunity to attack the city. If his own soldiers knew about it, their morale would be greatly reduced.
After running all the way back, he was sweating profusely and hurriedly called the doctor.
Not long after, almost all the important ministers of the Wei Dynasty in Xuchang City gathered in Xun's Mansion, anxious to understand Xun Yu's condition. Of course, because of the situation in Wei, some people no longer had any hope, and some even contacted Jingguo secretly.
Cao Pi is not Cao Cao.
In such a situation, if Cao Cao was still alive, people's hearts would be united and not dispersed. Cao Pi did not have such ability not long after he took the throne.
The imperial doctor took a long time to diagnose, and his face was so gloomy that water dripped from his face.
"Imperial physician, how is my father's condition?" Xun Yun, the eldest son of Xun Yu, saw that the imperial physician's face was ugly, and his heart had already turned cold. He stood in front of the imperial physician in panic and raised his hands with a look of eager concern.
The imperial doctor sighed, "Prime Minister, I'm afraid... we don't have much time left."
Xun Yun was stunned in place, not even knowing when the imperial doctor left.
Xiahou Dun was shocked and at a loss.
The whole room fell silent at this moment, and no one dared to make a sound. Some people looked sad, some were worried, and some were panicked and uneasy.
"Xiahou...general!"
Perhaps it was the flashback before his death that Xun Yu woke up, his eyes glowing with vitality as he stared at Xiahou Dun closely.
Hearing the call, Xiahou Dun was startled at first. He turned around and threw himself on Xun Yu's bedside. He stared at Xun Yu eagerly and in surprise and stuttered: "Prime Minister... Prime Minister, you... you..."
Xun Yu knew that his time had come, and the strength of his withered palm came from nowhere and dared to hold his hand firmly: "General Xiahou, Xuchang is the capital of our great Wei Dynasty. We must wait for the emperor... The emperor returns! Chu!" The only enemy in the Central Plains is Jingguo. But Jingguo's multi-front battles cost a lot of money and cannot last long. This battle has lasted for half a year. If we can hold on for three months, Jingguo's army will retreat."
Xun Yu's hand actually scratched Xiahou Dun painfully!
Staring at Xun Yu made him feel a little nervous, but after listening to his words sincerely, he nodded deeply.
Xun Yu continued: "The Jing army is too strong to be defeated. We can only defend and not attack. General Xiahou... protect our great Wei... Your Majesty! I... have resigned!"
He said goodbye, which made everyone's eyes turn red.
The eldest son Xun Yun bowed down before his bed and burst into tears.
Xiahou Dun stared at the life that was quickly disappearing from Xun Yu's eyes, as if the body temperature had been drained away from him, making him feel chilled all over.
Shou?
Under Jingguo's powerful artillery, all difficulties and obstacles were reduced to nothing. How can we defend it?
The only thing is... to live or die with the city.
After Xun Yu's death, Xiahou Dun ordered all news to be blocked and he did not dare to announce the funeral. He ordered the whole city to be under martial law. No one was allowed to go to the city or move around at will to prevent news in the city from leaking.
At this juncture, Xiahou Dun was most afraid of the Jing army attacking the city.
But whatever you fear will come to you.
At this time, Li Ru had already learned that Xun Yu was seriously ill.
