In November of the tenth year of Jianxing, Feng Tingshi heard a secret report from the palace that the prime minister of the Han Dynasty was sick, vomiting blood, and eating less.

In a hurry, he immediately begged his mistress Zhang Xiaosi to let her edict herself return to Hanzhong in the name of the palace.

Just when Feng Yong was worried about the prime minister's illness and braved the cold to embark on the journey back to Hanzhong, the Chen County Chen Palace, far away in the east, was also shrouded in a gloomy mist.

Cao Zhi, the king of Wei, was seriously ill and bedridden for several months, and had reached the point of dying.

Over the years, Cao Zhi has been moved to fiefdoms by Cao Pi and Cao Rong's father and son several times.

In addition, the soldiers in the palace have been recruited by the imperial court several times in succession, and now the inside and outside of the palace, together with the slaves, all add up to only a hundred.

And the old, weak, sick and disabled who are "lying in bed, not eating, unable to see, breathing, exhausted, warts, blind and deaf", account for about 60 people.

Because of the lack of sufficient manpower, the Chen Wangfu, which looked dignified on the outside, looked quite dilapidated inside.

Fortunately, a few months ago, Feng Langjun of the Han Kingdom gave a generous gift, and Cao Zhi vomited blood several times, which frightened the literary defense auxiliary officer of the palace and did not dare to persecute it at will.

The life of everyone in the house is much better.

"As the king of Wei Chen, I didn't expect that in the last few months of my life, I would have to rely on the capital of Feng Jun of the Han State to taste sweet and fat food again."

"Your Highness!"

Princess Chen cried out in grief.

Cao Zhi's cheeks were dry, and his skin had sunk into it.

It's just that his expression is indifferent, and when he saw his wife, concubines, and sons all having a look on their faces, he laughed even more:

"Taishi Gong said: People are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than feathers."

"I can't compare to Mount Tai, but Feng Langjun's eternal article, inscribed with me, can be regarded as letting me leave my name in history, what are the regrets?"

What is the picture of a reader?

Isn't it just a name for history?

In the first half of his life, he had the ambition to serve the country, and in the second half of his life, he lost his ambition and sighed.

How many breaths did he take and regain some strength? Only then did she signal Princess Chen to come closer? Instructed:

"You have married into my house, and you have few blessings? But you want to follow me and be afraid? It's been a pain for you all these years. When I'm dead, I'll be better off thinking you'll be better. ”

"What if you want to go home? I will report to the court, and I don't think I will be embarrassed by you when I come to the court......"

Not finished? Princess Chen was already crying loudly:

"Can a concubine marry His Highness? It is already a blessing in life, and there is a reason to abandon it? ”

When Princess Chen's mood calmed down a little, Cao Zhi called his two sons again:

"Although you are all concubines, you must treat your grandmother as your own mother in the future? Hello morning and evening? Filial piety offerings. ”

Cao Miao and Cao Zhi hurriedly fell to the ground and said yes.

Cao Zhi first looked at Cao Miao and sighed:

"Da Lang, your talent is mediocre, you must remember in the future, be content with cultivation and study, Mo Shenguo is? It is also a blessing to be able to live a safe life! ”

Cao Miao only said yes.

Cao Zhi looked at Cao Zhi again? There was a little pity in his eyes:

"Erlang, you have few talents, and you are good at riding and shooting? has the ability to protect the family and the country, and it is a pity that he was born in the palace of King Chen. ”

Talking? Excited? Coughed.

Princess Chen hurriedly stepped forward to help Shunqi.

Cao Zhi relieved himself? And said:

"What I can do now is to make you my heir and inherit my lordship, as for where you can go in the end, it depends on your own ability."

Cao Zhi wept and kowtowed.

Cao Zhi asked his cronies to come over again and gave instructions one by one.

On November 28, the tenth year of Jianxing, the richest and most famous person in the world, Cao Zhi, the king of Chen of Wei, died.

At this point, the seven sons of Jian'an and the three Cao all died, marking the end of the generation that created the Jian'an literary style.

At the same time, following Jian'anwen, Feng Mingwen, who created a new style of writing, rode lightly all the way and stepped into the realm of Hanzhong.

On December 1, Feng Yong was edicted into the palace and had a secret conversation with the emperor and queen for a day.

In order to show grace, the emperor and queen also held a banquet in the palace and let Feng Yong sleep in the palace for a night.

On the second day, Feng Yong came out of the palace and transferred to the prime minister's mansion.

His condition had only improved slightly, and the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, who was still lying on the couch to recuperate, heard that Feng Yong was coming, and hurriedly asked people to change his clothes.

"You can't lie down well, Feng Mingwen is not an outsider, he is still your junior, even if he calls you uncle, it's not too much. How can the younger generation come to the door, and the elders have to change their clothes first? ”

Huang Yueying has been by Zhuge Liang's side these days, and she doesn't even go to Hanzhongye.

At this time, he heard that he was about to toss again, so he hurriedly came over to stop him.

"You know what? Feng Mingwen is now an important minister of the imperial court and a frontier tiger general, how can I see him without wearing a crown? ”

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty responded while urging, "Why don't you hurry up and come over to help?" ”

If it had changed to normal times, Huang Yueying would have been furious when she saw that the prime minister of the Han Dynasty dared to yell at herself like this.

After all, if he can teach General Guan to surrender to General Feng Hu, how can Huang Yueying be easy to match?

It's just that the sick prime minister in front of her now seems to be able to blow down with a gust of wind, and she has to be careful when blowing the atmosphere.

Although he was reluctant, he still stepped forward to help him and deliberately found thicker clothes to help the prime minister put them on.

Then he personally helped him to a small warm pavilion.

Feng Yong was already waiting there, and when he saw the prime minister coming in, he hurriedly got up and saluted:

"I've never seen the prime minister!"

"Sit, sit down."

After Zhuge Liang sat down on the cushion, he said softly.

Although the voice was gentle, Feng Yong could hear that there was a lack of middle qi in his tone.

After he sat down as he said, he couldn't help but look at the prime minister.

I haven't seen him for two years, and the prime minister's face has become withered, and he sits there, his body is a little rickety, and he has completely lost his former spirit.

I think of the middle-aged handsome guy when I first met the prime minister, and then the temples in Hanzhong, and then gradually became gray, then the hair and beard were gray, and then the current face is withered.

This prime minister of the Han Dynasty, who inherited the legacy of the first emperor, really did what he said he was: do his best.

Right now, it's just a little bit there, and it's just the last step of "just dead".

Feng Yong only felt that his eyes were a little hot.

"Prime Minister, your body ......"

Zhuge Liang waved his hand indifferently, "It's okay, it's all old and old, it's just that this time, the attack is more severe." ”

At the same time, he glanced at Huang Yueying.

Huang Yueying took a step and looked at him uneasily.

Seeing this, Feng Yong hurriedly got up and sat down next to Zhuge Liang.

Huang Yueying whispered to Feng Yong:

"Mingwen, the prime minister is weak, so it is not appropriate to talk for too long, you should pay attention to it."

"Madame, please rest assured, forever."

Huang Yueying turned around and walked out.

After no one was in the Warm Pavilion, Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong with a serious face and asked:

"You are also on the side of the town now, and you can't leave lightly for no reason, why did you suddenly return to Hanzhong?"

Although he dragged his sick body, when it came to the official affairs of the imperial court, the eyes of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty were still shining.

But since Feng Tingshi had the courage to come back, how could he not be prepared?

At that moment, he poured himself a cup of hot tea and said casually.

"Don't worry, Prime Minister, I came back this time by edict, and I didn't break the rules."

"Your Majesty asked you to come back?" Zhuge Liang frowned, "Why didn't I know about this?" ”

Feng Yong sighed:

"Prime Minister, I heard that you are so sick that you vomit blood this time, all caused by overwork, why are you still so worried now?"

"How can I say it, it is also a state assassin history, and it is also the general of the Han Dynasty to conquer the west, and he is in charge of the military and government of Liangzhou with a fake festival."

Feng Yong said, took a sip of hot tea, and said casually:

"Your Majesty is about the same age as me, and with you by my side, there are some things that should be handled by him alone, and I will mention it to you afterwards."

Zhuge Liang knocked on the handrail with his dry hand and looked at Feng Yong dissatisfied:

"Answer my question first!"

This kid, pour tea and drink it by himself, but he doesn't pour it for himself, is there still a prime minister in his eyes?

Stiff wings?

"Oh, that's right, I came back this time to discuss something with Your Majesty."

"What's the matter?"