(Today's second update, a 5,000-word chapter is presented!) Fellow scholars, I'm sorry, I have a high fever tonight, and I'm going to the hospital, and I'm dizzy, so I can only post an article first. )

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At the beginning, everyone thought that the glory of the country would die with a man named Zhou Yu.

You were just twenty-seven years old when Zhou Lang died, and your name at that time was Yi, a gorgeous and noble word. This word always becomes another word in my pen: Yi. You should be called this name, when you stand in a dusty white robe among the civil and military halls, you have an innate aristocratic spirit. People's sharp gaze can't penetrate you, and the dust in the air can't stain your white robe.

Then I heard people whispering:

- Who's that?

- is the son-in-law of General Sun Bofu.

- Who is that?

- Who is it?

- In short, it won't be Zhou Lang.

Sun Quan in the high hall was still young that year. His sad gaze sometimes lingers on you as he sweeps over the civil and military officials. Then he turned his back and said nothing.

I think at that time, no one else knew except him, and you were no worse than Zhou Lang.

But even if he knew, he only knew.

He said that Zhou Lang was a faithful eagle, and his claws were impeccably sharp; And you are a sharp sword that shines with a terrible light, and perhaps if you are not careful, you will hurt yourself.

In fact, I want to say that you are just a person as pure and gentle as flowing water, and what is hidden under your white robe is not sword qi, but the flickering light of flowing water. It's a pity he doesn't know.

It's the difference between you and his. When you were in Taoguang, he was playing a sword and singing. He's far luckier than you, because he's met someone who's as smiling, drunk, and swords-playing and singing as he is. Their lives were short, their glory was short, but all this was luck rather than helplessness for them. The story ends at its most beautiful and then immortalized; And you, as always, must smile gently but firmly, from Zhou Lang's age, to your age, to the end. What you have to face is not only the helpless aging day by day, not only the departure of familiar people one by one, not only the haze in the eyes of the Lord that seems like a day by day, not only the silent decay of a country, but also the more and more things that others can't think of. I can understand but I can't say it, and when I want to, I cry.

You were forty years old when the company was burned. Compared to you of that Vadanyang, the years have quietly left many marks on your face. When you stand on the highest mountain in Dongchuan and look at the sea of fire below, you are also standing at the peak of your life. They all said it was your golden age, but my memory is more of that young man who was twenty years old and had just led a group of stragglers to walk in the dense forest and sunshine. Your youth is lost in an unknown corner, and when people look at your glory, they also praise you for your luck in meeting their master, but no one sees your twenty years of loneliness.

Rushing into the gossip array of Yubellypu may be the only thing you do in your life to be young and frivolous. Forgive me for still insisting on using the word "youthful frivolity" in you at the age of forty. That's because I've never seen in any other forty-year-old man with such clear eyes and your firm, gentle smile. Your years will pass, your glory will pass, but your eyes and your smile will remain.

Let me go back to Uobuchiura. You laughed and rushed into the pile of rocks, and at that moment I found Zhou Lang's shadow in you. Then the sand and the soil, and then the river surged. You're wandering through the rubble, and your look makes you look like a child at a loss. Yes, your youth is lost in an unknown corner, and when people look at your glory, they also praise you for the luck of your master, but no one sees your twenty years of loneliness.

Rushing into the gossip array of Yubellypu may be the only thing you do in your life to be young and frivolous. Forgive me for still insisting on using the word "youthful frivolity" in you at the age of forty. That's because I've never seen in any other forty-year-old man with such clear eyes and your firm, gentle smile. Your years will pass, your glory will pass, but your eyes and your smile will remain.

Let me go back to Uobuchiura. You laughed and rushed into the pile of rocks, and at that moment I found Zhou Lang's shadow in you. Then the sand and the soil, and then the river surged. You're wandering through the rubble, and your look makes you look like a child at a loss. Yes, I've only seen such a look of bewilderment on your face once in my entire life. From the moment you land, you are destined to have a different wisdom from others, you know everything, even the failure is so clear. Only this time.

Heaven doesn't easily punish a person for a mistake once in his life, and then someone comes and leads you out of that pile of stones. You have always known that you are not as good as Zhuge Liang, and this time you are trapped, which strengthens your belief even more. I don't know if it's better to be happy or uncomfortable for your open-mindedness, you're too smart, too smart to try to be lucky. In fact, do you know that when the lights of Cao Cao's 200,000-strong army illuminated the night of Chibi as if it were day, no one thought that Eastern Wu would win, including Zhou Lang himself. He just thought, let's try it, maybe I should be that lucky?

Victory belongs to the lucky, but maintaining victory belongs only to the wise. When you were stationed in Jingzhou, your silence and humility were still the same, but the difference was that what fell on you was the upward gaze of the entire Eastern Wu and even the whole of China.

Seven years later, you've proven once again with victory that this kind of admiration is not for nothing. Under the city of Wuchang, Sun Quan's canopy covers the sunshine that belongs to you and also blocks your future path. He smiles at you, his smile is unfathomable, like the surface of the river in the belly of a fish, calm as a mirror, but he can set off infinite killing opportunities at any time. You can see his smile, but you don't have a choice. The name Lu Xun will stand resolutely as the most stable wall of Eastern Wu. You've climbed so high that you can't turn back.

That battle established your status, and also established Lord Wu's obedience to you. When he tells you big and small things one by one and then asks for your opinion, his face is full of the most sincere trust and dependence. I also have reason to believe that he trusts his dependence, because in such a turbulent time, he has nothing but to rely on you.

When you were shooting in Yuanmen, the elderly Zhuge Jin was rushing to your camp anxiously and with a puzzled face. You shoot one arrow after another smoothly into the bull's-eye, and then you smile and watch the bloody generals shout "Lord Lu, you quickly win my dinner." When Zhuge Jin appeared in front of you with a sweat, you even smiled and asked him if he wanted to play a game too. Compared to his panic, your calmness makes you feel like you're in another world.

No one knows what that time means to you. If your correspondence had not been intercepted, you should have been in Hefei to see the loot. That is the last hope of your life. But you don't say anything, just smile gently as always. If these two words are not supposed to come from your mouth in the first place.

Then you begin to age irreversibly. You returned to Jianye and then existed as a loyal and sincere minister. People are admiring your military prowess, but they ignore that you are also a first-class politician, and no one else has the same clear eyes as you, and you can tell right from wrong with just a glance. You know and say everything you know neatly, you never care what kind of trouble you get into by separating black and white too clearly, yes, you don't care about yourself at all. When you ascend to the podium step by step, you are also sending yourself to the altar of a nation.

You were sixty-two years old when you became prime minister. It was the seventh year of Chiwu, and there was an unusual atmosphere in the Wu Palace. At dinner time, no other ministers will stay at home except you, and they will divide into two factions and pour into the palace of the crown prince or the king of Lu.

There is always a feast, wine that sucks and buys people, and their drunken eyes see in the cup the promise of promise.

At the same time, you are quietly writing at home, and your son is sharpening your ink on the side. There's always a cup of hot tea on your large, clean desk, which warms up with a white mist, and that's the only thing that gives off warmth in this humble room. Your body is already thin, so thin that I wonder if it can withstand the cold of this winter. But you've never worried. Your composure makes you look like a king, even though your house looks far from worthy of a prime minister.

Your letters of advice have finally made Sun Quan find the determination to attach his jealousy to implementation. In fact, this kind of jealousy has existed since the first time he saw the light that your white robe could not hide. Forty years, forty years, he watched you silent, day by day, day by day, day by day, he used this sword when he needed it, but when he didn't need it, he wanted to get rid of that sharpness. He's as smart as you are, but you don't have yourself in your chips. At first, no one thought that he would be able to surpass his father and brother, but in fact, he had already surpassed him unconsciously. He goes further than the hero, he is a hero.

There is always a feast, wine that sucks and buys people, and their drunken eyes see in the cup the promise of promise.

At the same time, you are quietly writing at home, and your son is sharpening your ink on the side. There's always a cup of hot tea on your large, clean desk, which warms up with a white mist, and that's the only thing that gives off warmth in this humble room. Your body is already thin, so thin that I wonder if it can withstand the cold of this winter. But you've never worried. Your composure makes you look like a king, even though your house looks far from worthy of a prime minister.

Your letters of advice have finally made Sun Quan find the determination to attach his jealousy to implementation. In fact, this kind of jealousy has existed since the first time he saw the light that your white robe could not hide. Forty years, forty years, he watched you silent, day by day, day by day, day by day, he used this sword when he needed it, but when he didn't need it, he wanted to get rid of that sharpness. He's as smart as you are, but you don't have yourself in your chips. At first, no one thought that he would be able to surpass his father and brother, but in fact, he had already surpassed him unconsciously. He goes further than the hero, he is a hero.

It was a prosperous time, and the fields here were denser and the cities were more prosperous than in Koto forty years ago. A wide river, along with your name, exists as the most solid city wall of Soochow. People live happily behind this wall. The world is peaceful.

It was a time of hesitation. No one knows who will one day be in the pockets of this world. The wait between wars was the most terrible, and without fighting, people began to have more energy to think about other things. The wait was too long, so they sprinkled their blood on the people behind the wall, and put the sword they used to kill the enemy on their necks.

When you spit out your first mouthful of blood at the edict sent by the envoy, Sun Quan was soaking in the pool of white jade, and the imperial physician attached black leeches to him, which was said to cure a minor stroke. You are all old, and death is only an overnight thing. But none of you can just die. Because he is a king, he will control everything, including the world after his death; And your end is nothing more than that of all those who have achieved great success.

But does it have to be that way?

- Does it have to be so?

The dim lamps floated dimly in the silent palace, and Sun Quan lay comfortably in a pool filled with chrysanthemums and herbs. His eyes were closed, but he was still vigilantly watching the Imperial Doctor's every move. I don't know when he began to develop excessive suspicion of the people around him. But even so, he has complete confidence in your loyalty.

- So, does it have to be so?

He can trust your loyalty, but he can't trust himself. That year, everyone in the world knew that Wei had a courtier named Sima Yi. He showed absolute loyalty to the Cao family, but people sniffed out some unease from his two sons and the playful Cao Fang. He didn't want this to happen to him again. So, you are destined to be the cornerstone of that thousand-year-old road.

I think you have already expected this ending, when you come down from the battlefield, but you are still unwilling to leave the battlefield of life, you are destined to bear the fate of dying in battle. But when the end comes, I can still see your resentment, your sadness, and this time you are still not lucky. In your entire life, you have never encountered luck.

The night you died was a stormy night. You spat out the last mouthful of blood at the edict sent by Sun Quan. And then your clear eyes, your gentle smile finally leave forever. Your body used to be beautiful, as beautiful as your soul. But that night, it suddenly aged, and you died as light as a falling leaf.

The moment you closed your eyes, a meteor fell in the sky, and Sun Quan also saw this star in the palace at that time. He suddenly remembered the first time he put a canopy over your head, when the sun was like water, and you looked at each other and smiled. When he thought about all this, he couldn't help but sigh. The shadows of the trees obscured his wrinkled face, so I couldn't see if there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Five years after your death, at the last moment when he was still able to think and speak like a normal person, he deposed the crown prince and forced King Lu to commit suicide.

That year the Sima clan consolidated their absolute rule in the Wei state;

That year, Jiang Wei of Shu was thinking hard about how to use the last remaining troops to contain Wei, so that the country that was about to die could survive;

In that year, the people of Wu were no longer willing to think too much, they would rather think that the walls of this country could still stand without you, and they would rather hide behind the wide river and live a life of life and death.

And the gentle, firm era that belongs to you, struggling until the moment you die, finally ends.

Sun Quan also died two years later, and he was unable to speak when he died, so no one knows what was in his mind when he died.

History staggered for twenty-nine years in blood and cups, and the state of Wu was finally destroyed. When soldiers with northern accents appeared in Jiangnan, not many people were surprised.

Everything will pass, all of it, no matter how lonely and prosperous, no matter the red face and white hair, will eventually return to the dust in the wind, the words on the yellowed pages. Then there was no Wu State, then there was no Jin, there was no Jin Ge Iron Horse, there was no white-clothed Dudu who stood on the mountain of Dongchuan and looked at the sea of fire below, with bright eyes and a confident smile. Maybe someone will remember it occasionally, but that doesn't mean they haven't forgotten.

And at this moment, I am standing on the land of Jiangdong, looking around, the red dust is boundless, and I can't help but burst into tears.

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