In November of the 10th year of Jianxing's reign, Governor Feng received a secret report from the palace that the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was ill, vomiting blood and eating less.
In a hurry, he immediately asked his mistress Zhang Xiaosi to let her order him back to Hanzhong in the name of the palace.
Just when Feng Yong was worried about the prime minister's condition and braved the severe cold on his way back to Hanzhong, Prince Chen's Mansion in Chen County in the far east was also shrouded in gloom and mist.
Cao Zhi, the king of Chen in the Wei Kingdom, was seriously ill and was bedridden for several months, reaching the point of dying.
Over the years, Cao Zhi was moved to fiefdom several times by Cao Pi and Cao Rui's father and son.
In addition, the sergeants in the palace have been recruited by the court several times, and now there are only a hundred people inside and outside the palace, including servants and servants.
There were more than sixty people including the old, weak, sick and disabled who were "lying on the bed, unable to eat anything but greasy food, unable to see, breathless, fatigued, warts, blind, deaf and deaf".
Due to the lack of sufficient manpower, Prince Chen's Mansion, which looked majestic on the outside, looked rather dilapidated on the inside.
Fortunately, Feng Langjun of Han Dynasty gave him a generous gift a few months ago. Cao Zhi vomited blood several times, which frightened the palace's literary defense officer and did not dare to force him any more.
The life of everyone in the house has become much better now.
"As King Chen of the Wei Kingdom, I never expected that in the last few months of my life, I would have to rely on the financial resources of Lord Feng of the Han Kingdom to be able to taste sweet and fat food again."
"Your Highness!"
Princess Chen cried sadly.
Cao Zhi's cheeks were dry and his skin had sunken deeply.
However, his expression was indifferent. Seeing that his wife, concubines, and sons all looked sad, he even laughed:
"Tai Shi Gong said: Everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather."
"I can't compare myself to Mount Tai, but Feng Langjun's writing has imprinted my name on it for thousands of years. It can be regarded as leaving my name in history. What regrets do I have?"
What do scholars draw?
Isn’t it just to leave a name in history?
In the first half of my life, I was determined to serve my country, and in the second half of my life, I was disappointed with my ambition. It is rare to have such an end, so what else do you want?
He took a few breaths and regained some strength. Then he motioned to Princess Chen to come closer and said:
"You have rarely enjoyed any blessings since you married into my house? But you have to worry and be afraid of me? These years have really been hard on you. After I die, I think you will be better off."
"If you want to go home, that's okay? I will report it to the court. I think the court will not make things difficult for you..."
Before she finished speaking? Princess Chen burst into tears:
"Can I marry His Highness? It will be a blessing in my life. Is there any reason to give it up?"
After Princess Chen's mood calmed down a little, Cao Zhi called his two sons again:
"Although you are all concubines, from now on you must treat your aunt as your biological mother. Say hello to her in the morning and evening, and provide her with filial piety."
Cao Miao and Cao Zhi quickly fell to the ground and said yes.
Cao Zhi first looked at Cao Miao and sighed:
"Dalang, you are mediocre in talent. From now on, you must remember to be content with farming and studying, why not participate in the country? It is a blessing to live a peaceful life!"
Cao Miao only said so.
Cao Zhi looked at Cao Zhi again, with a hint of pity in his eyes:
"Erlang, you are very talented. Are you good at riding and shooting? You have the ability to protect your family and the country. It's a pity that you were born in Prince Chen's Mansion."
As he said that, he started to cough in excitement.
Princess Chen quickly stepped forward to help.
Cao Zhi calmed down and said again:
"What I can do now is to make you my heir to inherit my title. As for where you can go in the end, it depends on your own ability."
Cao Zhi cried and kowtowed.
Cao Zhi asked his cronies to come over again and gave them instructions one by one.
On November 28, the 10th year of Jianxing, the most talented and famous man in the world, Cao Zhi, King of Chen in the Kingdom of Wei, died.
At this point, all the seven sons and three caos of Jian'an died, marking the end of the generation that created the literary style of Jian'an.
At the same time, Feng Mingwen, who created a new style of writing after Jian Anwen, rode quickly all the way and just stepped into the territory of Hanzhong.
On December 1, Feng Yong was ordered to enter the palace and have a secret talk with the emperor and empress for a day.
To show her favor, the emperor and the empress also held a banquet in the palace and allowed Feng Yong to sleep in the palace overnight.
On the second day, Feng Yong came out of the palace and went to the prime minister's house.
The Han prime minister, whose condition had only slightly improved and was still lying on the couch to recuperate, heard that Feng Yong had come and quickly asked someone to change his clothes.
"You can't lie down properly. Feng Mingwen is not an outsider. He is still your junior. Even calling you uncle is not too much. How can a junior come to the door and the elder has to change his clothes first?"
Huang Yueying has been by Zhuge Liang's side these days, not even going to Hanzhongye.
At this time, I heard that he was going to make trouble again, so I quickly came over to stop him.
"What do you know? Feng Mingwen is now an important minister of the imperial court and a frontier tiger general. How can I see him without wearing a uniform?"
The Han Prime Minister responded and urged, "Why don't you come over quickly and help?"
If it were normal times, Huang Yueying would have gone crazy long ago when she saw that the Han Prime Minister dared to yell at her like this.
After all, he was able to teach General Guan, who surrendered to General Feng Hu, so how could Huang Yueying be the same person as him?
It's just that the sick Prime Minister in front of her now seems to be blown down by a gust of wind, so she has to be careful when blowing air.
Although he was reluctant in his heart, he still stepped forward to lend a hand and specially found thicker clothes to help the Prime Minister put them on.
Then he personally helped him to a small heating pavilion.
Feng Yong had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw the prime minister coming in, he quickly stood up and saluted:
"I've never met the Prime Minister!"
"Sit, sit down quickly."
After Zhuge Liang sat down on the soft cushion, he said something warmly.
Although his voice was gentle, Feng Yong could hear the lack of energy in his tone.
After he sat down as instructed, he couldn't help but look at the prime minister.
It had only been two years since I last saw him, but the Prime Minister's face had become haggard. Sitting there, his body was a little rickety, and he had completely lost his former energy.
I remember the middle-aged handsome guy when I first met the Prime Minister, and then the spots on his temples in Hanzhong, and then gradually turned gray, then the hair and beard, and then the withered face now.
This great Han Dynasty prime minister, who inherited the legacy of the late emperor, really lived up to what he said: dedicated himself to the cause.
Right now we are just a little bit closer to the last step of "doing it before we die".
Feng Yong only felt a little hot in his eyes.
"Prime Minister, your body..."
Zhuge Liang waved his hands carelessly, "Nothing, it's all an old illness. It's just that this time, the attack is more severe."
At the same time, he glanced at Huang Yueying.
Huang Yueying moved a step and looked at him worriedly.
Seeing this, Feng Yong quickly stood up and sat down next to Zhuge Liang.
Huang Yueying then whispered to Feng Yong:
"It is clear that the Prime Minister is weak and should not talk for too long. Please pay more attention."
"Madam, please don't worry, you will be saved forever."
Huang Yueying then turned around and walked out.
After there was no one in Nuan Pavilion, Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong seriously and asked:
"You are now guarding one side and cannot leave without reason. Why did you suddenly return to Hanzhong?"
Although he was suffering from illness, the Han Prime Minister's eyes were still shining when it came to the official affairs of the court.
But since Governor Feng had the courage to come back, how could he be unprepared?
At that moment, he poured himself a cup of hot tea and said casually.
"Don't worry, Prime Minister, I came back this time according to the order and I didn't break any rules."
"Your Majesty asked you to come back?" Zhuge Liang frowned, "How come I didn't know about this?"
Feng Yong sighed:
"Prime Minister, I heard that you were so sick that you vomited blood this time. It was all caused by overwork. Why are you still so worried now?"
"How can I say that he is also the governor of a state, and he is also the general of the Han Dynasty conquering the west, and he controls the military and government of Liangzhou on false pretenses."
Feng Yong said, took a sip of hot tea and said casually:
"His Majesty is about the same age as me, and with you by his side, he should handle some things alone. I'll just mention it to you later."
Zhuge Liang knocked on the armrest with his dry hands and looked at Feng Yong dissatisfied:
"Answer my question first!"
This kid, who pours tea for himself but doesn't pour it for himself, does he still care about himself as the prime minister?
Are the wings stiff?
"Oh, that's it. I came back this time to discuss something with His Majesty."