In October of the first year of Jianxing, the Prime Minister made an appearance and said that when the Lord Shangchu came to power, it would be appropriate to send an ambassador to reiterate Wu's favor to resist the Wei thieves. The superior asked again who could be the person. Liang recommended Deng Zhi and agreed, so he sent Shangshu Lang Zhigu to be better than Wu.
"What are you thinking about Alang today? Why do you assume such a posture?"
After finishing the government affairs, Zhuge Liang stood in the backyard with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, with a distant look on his face, a little vicissitudes of life, very mature and stylish. At least in Huang Yueying's eyes, this elegant demeanor is much more beautiful than the serious attitude when working hard day and night.
"Oh, it's Mr. Xi." Zhuge Liang turned around and smiled at Huang Yueying, "It's nothing else. It's just that the news came from Jianshan today, which made me feel deeply."
"Sword Mountain." Huang Yueying's mind was spinning very fast, and she suddenly thought of the root cause, "Counting the time, that kid should have passed Sword Mountain, right?"
"It's been over a few days ago. The news just came back today, and it was about the situation at Jianshan."
"Is it safe?"
"Naturally peaceful."
"Then why does Alang look like this?"
Zhuge Liang handed over a piece of silk cloth in his hand, with a strange expression that he couldn't understand, "Please take a look."
Huang Yueying thought it was the news coming from the front, so she took it and hurriedly scanned it, but found something wrong again, said "Huh", and then started to study it carefully again.
After a long time, he let out a long breath and his eyes flashed: "Who wrote this? Why is it only half? Is there another half?"
Zhuge Liang smiled helplessly: "I also want to know what the other half looks like, but that bastard only read half of it before being interrupted by Erlang, and the rest was gone."
"No? Who is it?" Huang Yueying asked, then she felt something was wrong, "Is it that bastard? How could he write such a heroic article? Just look at the sentence 'How confused is the founding of the country', you can tell that the person who wrote this article must be He is a man with great ambitions, that boy..." At this point, I couldn't find the right words to describe him.
Zhuge Liang shook his head and couldn't help but laugh: "I don't know if this article was written by him or someone from his sect."
"Then why it's only half?" Huang Yueying said angrily, "This is so exciting that it suddenly breaks in the middle. It can't go up or down. It's so uncomfortable! If that bastard is in front of you, Make sure to make him look good!"
"I can't blame him for this. The news came that the boy was so absorbed in his righteous thoughts that Erlang came over and interrupted him twice, causing the boy to lose his train of thought and stop reading."
"Then beat that Erlang!" Huang Yueying said bitterly.
"I wonder if Mr. Xi has noticed, but there is a special meaning in that article."
"What does Alang mean?" Huang Yueying asked strangely.
"That boy's disciple."
Huang Yueying raised her eyebrows, picked up the silk book again and started reading. After a while, she nodded: "Qin Sai, Taibai, Emei, Qingni..." After saying that, he hesitated, raised his head, and looked at Zhuge Liang. His eyes were a little confused.
Having been married to Huang Yueying for a long time, Zhuge Liang didn't know what she was going to say. He nodded and said, "In the past, we all guessed that this son's disciple should be in Shu, but now it seems that this may not be the case." He looked up in the air and said slowly, "Whether this article was written by him personally or by his disciple, it can be seen that his disciple's footprints can be traced from Guanzhong to Shuzhong."
Zhuge Liang raised his hand and drew a circle in mid-air, as if including Shuzhong and Guanzhong, "Now it seems that I think his division is more like outside Shu."
"Why?" Huang Yueying has always admired her husband's thoughts. There are very few people in the world who can compare with him.
Zhuge Liang smiled softly and held the pearl of wisdom in his hand: "It can be seen from this article that the person who wrote this article must have entered Shu from outside, so he sighed like this. Don't forget the last sentence, 'Ask you when will you return from your journey to the west' .”
"Yes!" Huang Yueying clapped her hands, "I just came to appreciate the majesty of this article, but I forgot about this one." After speaking, he glanced at Zhuge Liang with admiration and said sincerely, "Alang is still awesome."
"Journey to the West, that is to the east of Shu, where will it be?" Zhuge Liang was not happy because of Huang Yueying's praise. Instead, he frowned and murmured to himself, "I can't tell, it was the boy's reaction when he read the first half. If you come here, you will reveal the location of the master, so you suddenly shut up and stop reading the second half, so there is still another half, what exactly is it..."
Naturally, Feng Yong didn't know that half of the poem "The Road to Shu is Difficult" that he recited on a whim was immediately taken to the ditch by Zhuge Laoyao and his wife, who had created a psychological shadow on him.
Of course, if Feng Tubao knew about this, he would most likely try his best to remember the next paragraph.
"I'm going to die!" Feng Yong muttered as he lay on a green bull with a mournful face as if his whole body had been ripped out of bones. He looked like a mollusk monster.
He really overestimated himself. He couldn't compare to slaves on foot, couldn't compare to Zhao Guang and others on horseback, couldn't even compare to the farmer's children when sitting on a cow...
For the first time, Feng Yong felt that he was being crushed in all directions.
Amei led the cow and walked in front. For her who was used to walking on mountain roads in Nanzhong, this road was already considered a very good road. Over there in Nanzhong, wherever you look, you will often see thorns all over the ground, and you have to step on your own bare feet to find a way.
Now that her feet were not only wearing shoes, but also a well-made stone path, walking like this was simply a kind of enjoyment, so she didn't understand why her master looked like he was dying.
I secretly glanced back, only to see that the lord I usually regarded as aloof and aloof had no trace of majesty at all at this moment, and was still mumbling words that were incomprehensible.
Although Feng Yong was so careless about his image, Amei was still respectful, afraid and grateful to her master. This time, Yaomei had to stay at the village and the housekeeper to protect his inheritance, so she had no choice but to follow him. come out. Thinking of this, Amei felt a little relieved.
At this moment, there was a commotion from the front, and at the same time, cheers gradually sounded. The sound grew from small to loud, and was passed from the front one after another.
"It's here!"
There were cheers mixed with such shouts.
Amei was stunned, what happened?
As the flow of people turned a corner, and the hillside blocking the front disappeared, the vision suddenly opened up, and another majestic pass suddenly appeared in front of me. There were three words written on the pass. Unfortunately, Amei was illiterate and didn't know. what does that mean.
When Feng Yong heard the sound, he sat up suddenly. Regardless of the needle-pricking pain in his buttocks, he clamped the cow's back and tried to raise himself as high as possible. Looking from a distance, he saw the written word on the male pass: Yang'an Pass.
