After hesitating for a moment, Yu Wenxian still nodded. It was obvious that Yang Jian, Wei Xiaokuan and others did not conceal the news of Jiangling's defeat from Yu Wenyong. The war situation had become irreversible, and there was no point in concealing it.
"Lu Teng just left..." Yu Wenyong murmured, "I was the one who insisted on visiting the old general to invite him to go south, but I didn't expect that I ended up taking the old general... ahem!
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As Yu Wenyong spoke, he coughed violently, which frightened Yu Wenxian and the imperial doctors waiting not far away and subconsciously stepped forward, but Yu Wenyong reached out to stop them, coughed twice more, and said to himself:
"Lao Qi, I, ahem, I respect your choice, but you have also seen the current situation, that Dao Yi... Dao Yi still has the power to fight with us, even, ahem, even
It can also threaten Xiangyang and the hinterland of the Central Plains of Zhou Dynasty. I, I just left like this. I am not at ease and unwilling to do so!"
The whole world has not yet been unified, and the flag of the Zhou Dynasty has not been planted in every corner of Kyushu. How can we be willing to do so?
"Your Majesty, what are you talking about!" Yu Wenxian suddenly frowned, "What has gone away? This is impossible! As long as Your Majesty..."
Yu Wenyong stretched out his hand and grabbed Yu Wenxian's wrist, forcing Yu Wenxian to stop. He tried his best to open his eyes wide, and Yu Wenyong looked at his brother:
"Lao Qi, I know my health well, and I don't need you to comfort me any more. I can't survive this serious illness. I just hope, ahem, I just hope that you won't shirk it and help me..."
····Help me take good care of the people outside the door and take good care of the world!"
"Your Majesty!" Yu Wenxian's eyes were already red. He knew that this was Yu Wenyong entrusting him with his funeral arrangements, and tears could not help but well up in his eyes.
Yu Wenyong forced out a smile: "Old Qi, you are also a top-notch hero of our Yuwen family. Don't pee like a horse. Ahem, it's embarrassing! I... I'm asking you as your brother.
, promise me, ahem, okay?"
Yu Wenxian squeezed Yu Wenyong's hand tightly and nodded solemnly: "Brother, don't worry! Even if my brother is shattered to pieces, he must protect the safety of Uncle Qian (author's note: alias of Prince Yu Wenyun of the Northern Zhou Dynasty) and protect the property that belongs to my Yuwen family.
Great Zhou and the world!"
Nodding slightly, Yu Wenyong slowly closed his eyes: "Let Pu Liuru and the others come in."
Yu Wenxian hesitated for a moment and winked at the eunuch behind him. The eunuch hurried out and brought in the impatient civil and military officials who were waiting outside.
When the officials headed by Pu Liuru walked in, Yu Wenyong's face turned slightly red and he tried his best to sit up. Yu Wenxian was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward to help him. Yu Wenyong gasped and smiled bitterly.
: "I... don't want to lie down and die like an old man."
"See Your Majesty." Pu Liuru bowed first and saluted, and the officials behind him also followed suit. The Han officials all performed the Han family salute, while the Xianbei officials knelt down directly. They had realized that they were in front of them.
What is the situation of Yu Wenyong?
Yu Wenyong put away the self-deprecating smile on his face and looked at the respectful officials. They had followed him loyally all the way. Their faces were dusty and exhausted. But he didn't know how many of these people would die after he passed away.
, will you eventually be unable to hide your ugly face?
"You and King Qi... assist the crown prince and rule the world!" Yu Wenyong's voice was trembling, and his hands and body were trembling, as if this was the last word he could say.
And these words fell heavily to the ground, with a loud bang.
There was deathly silence in the entire side hall.
"My lord, I obey the order!" Pu Liuru was the first to say loudly.
"My lord, I obey the order!" Zheng Yi and other civil and military officials said in unison behind him.
Amidst the rising and falling voices, Yu Wenyong reluctantly showed a smile again, slowly leaned on Yu Wenxian's shoulder, and never moved again.
Pu Liuru noticed something and raised his head subconsciously, but the pair of eyes in front of him had been closed, and the eyes that made him frightened and uncomfortable no longer came out.
Pu Liuru breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and Pu Liuru didn't know whether he should cry or laugh at this time. Should he lament that there was one less difficult opponent to deal with, or be happy that he had a better chance for some reason.
Now that Yu Wenyong is gone, as long as he can control his good son-in-law Yu Wen Yun, what does it matter to Yu Wen Xian who is foolishly loyal to his brother? There are Turks taking advantage of the situation in the north, and there are the island barbarians in the south who are eyeing them. This Northern Zhou Dynasty
In the world, without a pillar like Yuwen Yong, who can support us?
Besides myself, who else has such skill and mind?
That son-in-law who only knows how to live happily, eat, drink and have fun?
Pu Liuru, Pu Liuru, this is really a hard-to-pronounce and unpleasant name. One day, I will let all the despicable Xianbei people here only know my Han name, and let my Han name shine in the history of history forever.
Yang Jian is as soft as a willow and as strong as a rock.
"Your Majesty?" Yu Wenxian had no time to take care of the rest. He tried to shake Yu Wenyong slightly, and then stretched out his hand tremblingly to explore Yu Wenyong's breath. His face suddenly changed, and tears flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably, "Your Majesty.
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"Your Majesty—" For a moment, the entire side hall was filled with wailing sounds.
And soon the wailing sound spread outside the palace. The soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, who stood solemnly, looked blankly at the direction from which the sound came. Rows of rows slowly lowered their heads towards the direction of the palace.
"Your Majesty——" The cries were accompanied by the howling wind, soaring into the sky!
In the first year of Xuanzheng in the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the tenth year of Taijian in the Southern Chen Dynasty, on June 21, Emperor Yu Wenyong of the Northern Zhou Dynasty fell seriously ill on his way back to Chang'an with his troops and had to stay in Luoyang. He died of illness on the same day.
At that time, Yu Wenxian, the king of Qi in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and Yang Jian, the Pu Liuru family of Zhuguo, jointly signed a memorial and flew it to Chang'an. The prince Yuwen Yun who stayed in Chang'an cried and bowed to the east three times and ordered a nationwide funeral as the new king.
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Chen Xu, who was far away in Jiankang Prefecture, received the urgent news from eight hundred miles north within one day. The emperor passed away. Obviously the Northern Zhou Dynasty had no intention of hiding anything, so Nan Chen's detectives learned about this sunny day.
When the news broke, he was sent back to Jiankang Mansion as soon as possible.
"Yu Wenyong... is dead." Chen Xu slowly put down the memorial and murmured as if he was dreaming.
The sunshine outside the window is very bright, the trees in the courtyard are weakly drooping their branches, and the sound of cicadas chirping announces the vitality and vitality of summer.
But even in this warm wind and sunshine, Chen Xu felt an indescribable feeling of powerlessness.
This opponent who had brought him countless troubles and made him miserable again and again was just gone. At this moment, Chen Xu actually felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness.
Don’t know who and where your next opponent is?
And do I still have so much energy to deal with them?
You must know that you are getting old too.
Chen Xu thought quietly, looking at his outstretched hand, there were already wrinkles on it.