When Guanqiu Jian called him Li Xin's generation, both Jufu and Meng Yan thought this was an insult to Feng Duhu.
However, Feng Duhu disagreed and even had a smile on his face:
"How dare I compare with Li Xin?"
Li Xin's descendants gave birth to a famous person named Li Guang.
Of course, that's not the point.
The point is that Li Guang's descendants moved to Longxi and were called the Longxi Li family by later generations.
In original history, the Li family in Longxi finally rose to prominence during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and established Xiliang in Liangzhou.
Later, a unified dynasty called the Tang Dynasty was established together with the Han Dynasty.
It is known as the prosperous period of Han and Tang dynasties in history.
The prosperous times of Han and Tang Dynasties not only represented the prosperous times, but also represented the coming of all nations and the top of the world.
Is this the dream of many Chinese people?
If his descendants were so awesome, Feng Duhu felt like he would laugh out loud while lying in the coffin with ashes.
In fact, Feng Duhu couldn't help laughing now:
"Interesting, interesting, come on."
Feng Duhu put the letter away and handed it to the guard behind him, "Put it away and remember to remind me to give it to Madam for safekeeping when I return to Chang'an."
Jufu and Meng Yan were a little confused when they saw Feng Duhu's appearance.
Feng Duhu thought for a moment and then said:
"General Ju, I want to trouble you with something."
"Chongdu Protector, please speak."
"Write a letter for me, send it to the other side, and say your good wishes to Mr. Chengwu."
"The last general takes orders."
The previous letter was ghostwritten by Meng Yan, and Jufu knew it.
He only said that it was for the sake of fairness that the Central Protector asked him to write for himself this time.
Not only him, but also Meng Yan thought so.
But what the two of them didn't expect was that Feng Duhu felt that Meng Yan's words in the last letter were a bit difficult to describe.
In other words, it is slightly better than what I wrote.
Jufu was from a noble family in Brazil County, and his handwriting was probably better than that of Meng Yan, who was born in a wealthy aboriginal family in Nanzhong, half barbarian and half Han.
In fact, the block letters written by Feng Duhu with a quill pen are still passable.
But quill pens are mostly used where shorthand is required, or in less formal situations.
Formal documents still require the use of a writing brush.
Otherwise, it would be a bit disrespectful.
Just like chairs, people usually sit on chairs at home or in situations where etiquette is not required to be comfortable.
However, if you are discussing policy or discussing with your Majesty, you still have to sit on your knees to show seriousness and formality.
These habits and etiquette do not mean that they can be changed in a short period of time after new things appear.
Feng Duhu didn't want to forcefully change people's habits for these trivial things - the ratio of effort and gain was not worth it.
Time can change everything. Let time do these things.
Guanqiu Jian, on the other hand, was a little confused after receiving another letter from Feng Duhu:
"Accept my good words? What do you mean? When did I say good words to him?"
Not only the words in the letter are incomprehensible, but even the font of the letter has changed from the last time: steady, solemn, vigorous and powerful.
If these were really written by the same person, then the handwriting of the two letters obviously represents two different moods.
The last time he wrote a letter, Thief Feng probably wrote it casually with a joking or even mocking mentality, so his handwriting was casual.
But this time, it became serious.
So, what is said in this letter now is irony?
What does Feng Thief plan to do?
Thinking of this, the doubts on Guanqiu Jian's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.
"Zhongduhu, what should we do?"
On the west bank of Danshui, Jufu and Meng Yan asked Guanqiu Jian what was in his heart.
A torrent of alchemy water rolled past in front of them.
If forced to cross, that doesn't mean it's impossible.
Since Feng Duhu led the army on the expedition, it's not like he didn't lead the army to get through.
But it was obvious that facing the Wei thieves' carefully constructed defense line on the other side, if they wanted to cross by force, they would have to be prepared to make huge sacrifices.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
In addition, the elixir water at this time is large in volume and fast, so it is not a good time to force a crossing.
The most important thing is that less than 30,000 people took Caoqiao Pass this time.
If there are too many casualties among the soldiers due to crossing the water, it may not be easy to capture Caoqiao Pass.
"Don't be anxious. The mountain road is difficult to travel at this time, and the baggage following the army has not yet fully caught up."
Feng Duhu looked at the river with a calm expression:
"This time, it's not us who are anxious, but the Wu people."
"Guanqiu Jian's appearance here means that our goal has been achieved."
"We can wait until all the luggage arrives later."
This is the advantage of relying on internal lines to support operations. There is no need to worry about the rear or logistical shortages.
"Now, it's Lu Xun's turn to appear."
Guanqiu Jian's appearance here means that the battle between Wei and Wu in Jingzhou is over - at least the outcome has been decided.
Or Guanqiu Jian was just as Lu Xun had planned, and was frightened by Feng's name. After weighing the importance, he had no choice but to lead the army.
Lu Xun was one of the top military figures in the Three Kingdoms era, and Feng Duhu believed in his level.
So he prefers the second scenario.
Even if there is an accident, it doesn't matter.
At worst, they would withdraw their troops, and there would be no loss anyway - as long as the Wu State cannot capture Xiangyang, the Han Dynasty does not have to capture Caoqiao Pass at this time.
As for the worst-case scenario: Lu Xun has captured Xiangyang, but the Han Dynasty has stopped at Caoqiao Pass.
This situation was not within Feng Duhu's plan.
After all, if Xiangyang is gone, what Guanqiu Jian needs to do most at this time is to shrink his troops and defend the north of the Han River instead of running to Caoqiao Pass.
Because this is tantamount to giving Lu Xun a way out, and at the same time giving the whole of Nanyang to Wu.
Guanqiu Jian didn't realize it at this time. What he had to face was a joint strangulation between the Han Dynasty and the top figures in the Wu Kingdom.
Feng Duhu thought that the foreplay was almost done, so he waited for Lu Xun to appear.
He did not expect that the Wu army general who was attacking Taizhong at this time was falling into sadness and panic.
Originally, according to the plan, after finding out that Guanqiu Jian had left Xiangyang, the Wu army should invest more troops in an effort to defeat the Wei army in Peizhong.
Unexpectedly, Wu Jun suddenly and strangely stopped the offensive.
In Commander Wu's tent, General Zhuge Jin of the State of Wu was lying on the marching couch with his eyes closed.
If his chest hadn't risen and fallen slightly from time to time, it would have been obvious that he was still breathing.
If someone really wanted to come here who didn't know the truth, I might have to suspect that there was already a dead person on the bed.
The generals who were supposed to be leading the army at the front were all gathered here, and no one spoke.
Even the medical workers accompanying the army stood silently at the end of the couch, no longer making any final efforts.
There was a strange deathly sound in the commander's tent of Wu Jun's army.
Fortunately, the silence was soon broken.
The sound of rapid footsteps came from the handsome tent, and then someone lifted the curtain. Before the person arrived, the sound came first:
"My lord, my lord!"
Zhuge Jin's youngest son, Zhuge Rong, rushed in, threw himself in front of Zhuge Jin's bed, and kept shouting.
His expensive and luxurious clothes made of brocade silk were now covered in mud and water.
It can be seen that after receiving the news that Zhuge Jin was seriously ill, he probably didn't make any preparations. He didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he rushed over day and night.
Otherwise, I would definitely not come here wearing fancy clothes that are not suitable for traveling far away.
It was probably the heart-to-heart connection between father and son, and more likely it was Zhuge Rong's calling that woke up Zhuge Jin who was in a coma.
But seeing Zhuge Jin who had been silent, his eyelids trembled a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
"My lord? My lord?"
Seeing that his master had woken up, Zhuge Rong lowered his voice subconsciously, as if he was afraid that by accident, Zhuge Jin would fall into drowsiness again.
Zhuge Jin did not wake up completely immediately, but saw his withered lips move, and an unclear "ho ho" sound came from deep in his throat.
After a while, a weak voice sounded:
"Sanlang? Is it Sanlang? Is Sanlang here?"
"Sir, it's me, I'm here!"
Zhuge Rong grabbed Zhuge Jin's withered hand and said repeatedly, "Sir, how are you?"
Zhuge Jin tilted his head with some difficulty, trying to see clearly what his youngest son looked like.
Seeing this, Zhuge Rong quickly stood up and bowed his body so that adults could see him easily.
Zhuge Jin's gray and turbid eyes rolled around for a while before he asked:
"How is the war going in Hefei? Have you ever seen Yuan Xun?"
Zhuge Rong did not expect that Zhuge Jin would ask this question as soon as he opened his mouth. He was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied:
"Back to your lord, when I came from Jianye, I heard that the chief governor (i.e. Quan Cong) and his elder brother (i.e. Zhuge Ke) had led their troops eastward to join your majesty at Chaohu Lake."
"Your Majesty is still in Chaohu and has not withdrawn his troops?"
"We haven't retreated yet. I heard that we are confronting the thieves in Chaohu."
"It's better if we don't retreat...cough cough cough..."
Zhuge Jin suddenly coughed.
"grown ups!"
"Alas!" Zhuge Jin sighed after regaining his breath, "I'm afraid I won't be able to follow Your Majesty anymore!"
When Zhuge Rong heard this, he couldn't help but feel sad. He couldn't help crying anymore and said with a tearful voice:
"Sir, please don't say that. Just rest in peace and recuperate, and you will definitely get better!"
"My life is over, how can I force it? There is a letter under my pillow. The arrangements for the funeral are detailed in it. You can just act according to the letter when the time comes."
Zhuge Jin was open-minded. He looked at his youngest son and said:
"After my death, I only need to put it in a plain coffin to be buried in time. Please save everything and don't give me a grand burial. Remember this!"
Zhuge Jin is not as talented as his younger brother Zhuge Liang, but he always pays attention to morality.
And his eldest son Zhuge Ke was obsessed with fame and was already granted the title of Marquis at a young age.
The second son, Zhuge Qiao, was adopted by Zhuge Liang. Although his talent was not as good as Zhuge Ke's, his character and karma were better than his.
Both father and son are of high quality, they do not value pleasure and have no ornaments on their daily lives.
Only the third son, Zhuge Rong, was also the youngest son of Zhuge Jin. Not only was he very different from his father, he was also not similar to his elder brother.
Sex is good and luxurious, and he likes brocade and embroidered clothes.
He is knowledgeable in literature but not good at it, and he can't bear the hardship in martial arts. He likes to throw pots, bows and bullets with guests for fun.
It can be said that it is neither up nor down.
However, as the youngest son of a wealthy family, he was protected by his father and brother, had no worries about food and clothing, and was destined to inherit Zhuge Jin's title.
(Zhuge Ke has already been granted the title of Marquis)
As a standard second-generation official, Zhuge Rong could live a wealthy life without struggling.
It is human nature to live a mixed life eating and drinking.
However, in Zhuge Jin's opinion, although the youngest son is the least conspicuous among the three children, he is better than him because of his generous temperament, filial piety and obedience.
Yuan Xun (i.e. Zhuge Ke) was indeed outstanding in talent and won the trust of His Majesty, but he was too sharp-edged and had a willful temperament.
I am afraid that it will bring trouble to the family in the future.
It was precisely because he knew the habits of his two sons that Zhuge Jin specifically told his younger son to bury him in a low-key manner in front of the bed, so as to leave more legacy to them.
After he finished explaining to Zhuge Rong, he called again:
"Is Zishan here?"
Bu Zhao, who had the highest status among the generals, heard the words and quickly stepped forward and said softly:
"General, I'm here."
I don’t know if he said something, but he finally regained his breath, and Zhuge Jin’s energy seemed to have recovered.
His eyes, which were originally a little cloudy, now became brighter.
At the same time, there is a little more rosiness on the face.
He also became more fluent in speaking:
"Zishan, after I die, remember to send out your horse immediately and notify the general as soon as possible."
"Also, we must hold a grand funeral in the army so that the Wei thieves know that I am no longer alive..."
When Bu Zhi heard this, his heart was shocked.
Looking at the withered and thin general on the couch, Bu Zhi felt that his throat was clogged. He was speechless for a moment and could only nod his head heavily.
"With my life, in exchange for Da Wu taking Xiangyang, I, Zhuge Jin, have no regrets..."
As soon as these words came out, all the generals in the tent knelt down and cried together: "General!"
In May of the fourth year of Yanxi, Zhuge Jin, the general of Wu State, died of illness while attacking Peizhong.
Bu Zhao followed Zhuge Jin's instructions before his death. The whole army changed their clothes in mourning, raised flags and mourned, and all the generals wore plain hemp filial piety clothes.
The army lost its commander, Bu Zhao temporarily took over the military power and led the army to retreat.
The general of the Wei army in Tiaozhong was worried about the abnormal behavior of Wu Kou. Now he suddenly received the news that it turned out that the leader of the thieves, Zhuge Jin, had died of illness.
He was overjoyed, but also worried that it was a trick by Wu Kou. It was not until he saw Wu Kou began to retreat that he believed that Zhuge Jin was really dead.
"God bless the Wei Dynasty, God bless the Wei Dynasty!"
The guard general in Piaozhong cried with joy and quickly sent a messenger to deliver the great news to Xiangyang.
Then it spread from Xiangyang to Wancheng, Xuchang, Caoqiaoguan...
Just when the news of Zhuge Jin's death from illness spread throughout Jingzhou, a boat sailed from Jianye, carrying urgent news, and delivered it to Sun Quan, who had been staying in Chaohu:
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not well. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is dead!"
"What did you say!"
Sun Quan suddenly heard the bad news and felt his head pounding and his ears buzzing.
But I saw that he stayed in his position like a withered tree. After a while, he suddenly stood up. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
It turned out that Sun Quan's legs were weak and he was unsteady for a while.
"His Majesty……"
"Get away!"
Sun Quan's eyes were red and he pushed away the palace servant who wanted to come forward to help him.
Ignoring etiquette, he staggered a few steps, reached out and snatched the memorial from the messenger, eager to open it and read it.
However, my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't shake them off several times.
After shaking it open, he wanted to pick it up and read it, but the thin silk seemed to be so heavy that he couldn't hold it steady.
"I am in a stateless state, holding an infant in my arms because of my illness. I reflect on my inferiority and fear of death. I don't pity myself, thinking that I will be separated and supported. I will bury my body in the earth behind me. I will no longer worship the palace. I will go to the sun and the moon, and my life will be useless." In this country, the death of your majesty brings great sorrow to your Majesty, and I take this as a choking..."
This is a memorial written by the prince before his death, which can also be said to be a suicide note.
It was Sun Deng who specifically ordered that he must wait until he died before delivering it to Sun Quan.
He originally wanted to delay for a while, waiting for the war in the north to end.
But in the end, I still couldn’t make it to that day.
Sun Quan only saw half of it and burst into tears.
Tears fell on the silk, and Sun Quan cried loudly:
"The country is mourning my direct descendant, how blessed are the people! My direct descendant is no longer around, and my heart aches..."
