Deep, thick clouds were suppressed under the vast night sky, and there was not a trace of clear sky and night stars in the vast sky. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info suddenly swept a noisy gust of wind from the northwest, startling the tearing and sorrowful roar of the war horses in the station. The solemn military flags and bonfires also lost their neatness and rigor in the wind, and became frightened. The edge of the tent was quietly lifted, and the dim lights in the tent seemed to pull the sad weeping people and shadows out of the tent.

In the tent was a simple wooden bed, a middle-aged man with gray temples was lying on his back, his wrinkled eyes were closed, he had almost lost all his breath, but there was a calm on his pale and bloodless face. The oil lamp reflected his thin figure on the tent cloth, looking rickety and pitiful. He was covered with an ordinary quilt, and his two wizened hands were placed together on the outer abdomen of the quilt, and under the wizened hands was a feather fan, which was the most beloved thing of the middle-aged man.

Everyone knelt respectfully on the ground around the bed, some people kept wiping their tears with their sleeve robes, and some kept kowtowing and constantly calling for "prime minister". Everyone was extremely reluctant, but they had to wait for this time to come.

The middle-aged man on the bed, who was already dying, suddenly coughed sharply, and couldn't calm down for a long time, and the kneeling man next to the bed hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold his hand, and the thin hand was already cold.

The dying man coughed for a long time, and finally slowly subsided, but his breath was weaker than before, and he was close to running out of oil.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister...", the person next to the bed kept shouting his honorific title.

"Confession... It's over, you don't have to... Sorry for me... What comes next... The middle-aged man on the bed didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, and he said this sentence with almost all his strength.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, do you still have a last wish, for example, for example, to explain the affairs of your family... The person next to the bed wanted to hurry up and ask the old man on the bed at the last moment, but he couldn't help choking up as he spoke.

"Last wish? … Ah, my last wish... Wishes... It's just..."

The thin hand slowly hung down weakly, and the feather fan was immediately plucked by the thin hand and fell to the ground...

The hurricane outside the camp suddenly disappeared without a trace, the dancing flags and bonfires calmed down, the sound of people and horses in the barracks seemed to disappear, even the clouds in the sky seemed to stop moving forward, and time between heaven and earth seemed to stand still at that moment.

Somewhere in the clouds, a little light and shadow suddenly appeared. In the sky above Gojogahara, a bright and huge meteorite streaked across the distant sky, penetrated the thick clouds, and disappeared into the vast night sky in an instant...

Zhuge Liang, the word Kong Ming, a native of Yangdu, Langya, Shandong, assisted Liu Bei, the monarch of Shu during the Three Kingdoms period, was worshiped as a military advisor, and later became the prime minister of Shu. He died on October 8, 234 A.D., at the age of 53...

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Chenben cloth, ploughing in Nanyang, living in troubled times, not seeking to reach the princes. The first emperor was not despicable to his ministers, he was humiliated by himself, and he looked after his ministers in the grass house, and the ministers were grateful for the things of the world, so he allowed the first emperor to drive away...... The minister should bow and do his best, and then he will be ......

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My last wish is to fulfill the last wish of the first emperor Liu Bei......