In October of the first year of Jianxing, the prime minister came to the court and said that when the emperor first came to power, it would be appropriate to send an ambassador to reaffirm the good of Wu to resist the Wei thieves. The minister asked again who could be the leader. He recommended Deng Zhi, and Xu, then
He sent Shangshu Lang Zhigu to be better than Wu.
"What are Alang thinking 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, a little vicissitudes of life, very mature man's demeanor, very stylish. At least in Huang Yueying's eyes, this elegant demeanor,
It looks much better than the serious attitude of 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?"
"Natural peace."
"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 news coming from the front, so she took it and hurriedly scanned it, but found something was 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?" 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 people can't help themselves, but it suddenly broke off in the middle. It can't go up or down. It's so uncomfortable! If that bastard is in front of you,
You must 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 that 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 into the air and said slowly, "Whether this article was written by him personally or by his disciple, we can see that his disciple's footprints can be found 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, holding 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 you will return from your journey to the west.'
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"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..."
Feng Yong naturally 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 caused a psychological shadow on him.
Of course, if Feng Tibi knew about this, he would most likely try his best to remember the next paragraph.
"I'm going to die!" Feng Yong muttered, lying on a green bull as if his whole body had been ripped out of bones, like a mollusk monster.
He really overestimated himself. He couldn't compare with slaves on walking, couldn't compare with Zhao Guang and others on horseback, couldn't compare with the farmer's children even when sitting on an ox...
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. On the other side of Nanzhong, if you look around, you will often see thorns all over the ground.
You have to make your own way with bare feet.
Now that her feet were not only wearing shoes, but also a well-made stone path, walking like this was simply a pleasure, so she didn't understand why her master looked like he was dying.
I secretly glanced back and saw that the lord who I usually regarded as aloof had no dignity at all at this time 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 when he was traveling far away, Yaomei had to stay at the village and 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, 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 butt, he clamped the cow's back and tried to raise himself as high as possible. Looking from a distance, he saw the words on the pass: Yang'an Pass.