In the not-so-big hall, a young man was leaning over the table. He was wearing a white robe and had a feather fan in his hand.
There were some books and a roll of maps spread out on the desk case, and an oil lamp was lit beside it. Occasionally, the lamp flickered, and the shadows in the hall also swayed.
It was already very late at night, and the young man was lying on the table, looking tired and wanting to take a nap.
The young man closed his eyes, but recalled what happened a long time ago in his mind.
The world has changed, and many things have changed even after ten years, when I think about it again.
In retrospect, he seems to have returned to that thatched hut, where a young man knelt in front of a gentleman in white to plead guilty.
There are two crimes: one is the crime of disrespect, and the other is the crime of self-seeking and stealing.
The gentleman in white smiled and asked him, what is the crime
He went on to say, no one is going to learn these books, could it be that they were left to rot in that box
The young man couldn't answer, and bowed to perform the salute.
The husband didn't look at him, but turned around and looked at his bookcase, and said something that he still remembers to this day.
"What else does Xiao Lang want to see, I'll get it for you."
On the first day that gentleman came, he taught him a lesson, just focus on what you have learned.
The cool wind blows in, blowing the gauze curtains on both sides of the door and gently shaking, and the young man lying on the table also wakes up. Looking outside, the night outside the hall entered the water, and the waves were calm.
He smiled to himself and sighed. He didn't know what that gentleman would think when he saw him again now.
But he remembered the day when he promised the lord to go out of the mountain, the younger sister couldn't persuade him, and finally drove him out with a stick with red eyes.
The young man picked up the pen at hand and dipped it in ink. He wanted to write a letter to the gentleman, but when the tip of the pen fell on the letter paper, he couldn't write a word.
Worth mentioning.
The young man reluctantly put down the pen in his hand and stood up.
Sooner or later, there will be time to see you again.
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The three prefectures of Hebei were in chaos in the hands of the three Yuan family brothers. Within two years, Cao Cao took down Jizhou, and then successively took down Youzhou and Bingzhou. The next year, in order to prevent Wuhuan from entering the fortress and to wipe out the remnants of Yuan's army, Cao Cao made a great victory in the three counties of Wuhuan. At this time, except for Liangzhou, the northern part of the Central Plains had been pacified by Cao Cao.
Among the remaining places, Sun Ce was assassinated and died. His younger brother Sun Quan came to power, separated Jiangdong, defended according to the river, and trained the navy.
Liu Biao went straight to Jingzhou single-handedly and pacified the chaotic land at that time. He was originally a hero. However, after taking over Jingzhou, the solid foundation was not released, and his ambition was flattened. But the hero of the year is now just a conservative dog.
Liu Zhang in Yizhou and Zhang Lu in Hanzhong have been at odds for many years, and they have been fighting openly and secretly. The two are not incompatible, let alone outward.
On this day, the weather in Jingzhou was a bit gloomy and cold, and there was a lot of light rain outside. The raindrops fell between the soil and wet the green weeds on the roadside. Liu Bei came out of the house and looked at the sky outside.
Whenever it rains recently, his legs hurt a little, and he should not go out today.
But suddenly a person came to his house to report, and the report was simply a sentence.
Liu Biao was seriously ill and wanted to see him.
In the light rain, a group of people set off from Fancheng and headed straight for Xiangyang.
When Liu Bei arrived, Liu Biao was lying on the bed with little strength left.
There were several other people who came with Liu Bei, two big men with red faces and black faces, and a young man in a white robe.
Walking into the house, Liu Bei's robe was covered with rainwater, his boots were covered with mud, and his hair was a little disheveled. Looking at the person lying on the sickbed, he was at a loss for words.
This is the case for most people. When they see a dying person, they don't know what to say.
Liu Biao, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at the person who came in. Seeing that it was Liu Bei, he weakly raised a hand.
"My dear brother, you are here."
"Brother." Liu Bei walked slowly to Liu Biao's bed and held Liu Biao's hand.
That palm was a little cold.
Liu Biao's lips turned pale, and he took a deep look at Liu Bei, which contained many meanings, including intimacy, helplessness, remorse and suspicion.
But in the end, these expressions all turned into a long sigh.
Liu Biao lay on the bed, his lips parted slightly, and he said in a complicated way: "My dear brother, I won't lie to you. When I arrive at this moment, I still suspect that you will plot Jingzhou."
Liu Bei was startled, lowered his head, held Liu Biao's hand, and didn't answer.
"Heh." Liu Biao gave a wry smile first.
"It's ridiculous that I have been suspicious of my surroundings, my left and right, and my heirs all my life. When I was about to die, I was still suspicious of my own brothers."
His hands became weaker and his body sank on the bed, and he didn't know who to ask.
"As the shepherd of this state, why did you do this?"
No one answered him. After a long time, Liu Biao looked away from Liu Bei and looked outside the door.
"It's also ridiculous. Until now, I didn't understand that I have left nothing in my life."
The eldest son and the concubine were fighting among themselves, and he was already fighting for power and position before he died, forming cliques, and his left and right were also divided into two sides.
But he, as if he had become an outsider, could only watch silently.
Liu Bei knelt by Liu Biao's bed, listening to Liu Biao's words.
He knew Liu Biao's suffering, but at this moment he couldn't do anything else, he could only comfort him softly.
"Brother, you worry too much."
"Worried too much?" Liu Biao's chest was heavy, and his voice was intermittent.
Outside the room door could see those who seemed to be covering their faces and sobbing, Liu Biao smiled silently.
"How many of those people outside the door are really crying for me?"
The red-eyed woman stood far away, and the weeping children with their heads bowed were crying, and the left and right parts were all mournful. But he didn't see much real sadness on the faces of these people.
Without looking outside the door, Liu Biao stretched out his other hand and placed it on Liu Bei's.
"My dear brother, there are not many left in the Han Dynasty. Cao Cao took the emperor to the north to the Central Plains. After I die, he will definitely go south. At that time, if the virtuous brother is willing, I hope you can help Conger once. If the virtuous brother is not willing , whether to stay or not, is entirely up to the virtuous brother himself. Even if the virtuous brother takes Jingzhou, I will not blame you."
"Brother." Liu Bei wanted to say something, but Liu Biao raised his hand and did not let him speak.
Liu Biao, who was lying on the sickbed, had no strength left, and he wanted to finish his last words.
"I don't have any attachments now, only two things I want to entrust to you."
Looking at Liu Bei, Liu Biao's voice became softer and softer.
"One, Brother Wangxian, don't want to become like me, and second, Brother Wangxian, don't let the Han Dynasty fall into this world."
His hand patted Liu Bei's hand lightly and let go.
All the strength in his body was pulled away bit by bit, Liu Biao asked with half-closed eyes.
"My dear brother, how big is the Han Dynasty?"
Liu Bei couldn't answer.
"It's a pity." Liu Biao whispered to himself: "I only have the eyesight of a state, so I can't see the vastness of the world."