How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Zhuge Liang?

Ye Cheng didn't expect to see Mr. Wu Hou in the Spade K challenge screen.

Prime Minister Zhuge!

He couldn't understand.

I don't understand why the Spade King challenge has not started yet, and no specific challenge rules have been introduced, but instead something like a slide show is constantly playing.

He witnessed Fuxi's creation of the Eight Trigrams, the rise of Shennong, Huangdi and Yandi, and King Wen of Zhou, Ji Chang, writing the famous book through the ages - the Book of Changes!

All this was similar to what he saw in Li Xin's brain area in the Deling underground palace before.

They are all the brilliant historical civilizations of the Dragon Kingdom.

Ye Cheng couldn't understand.

What on earth is Laplacemon going to do?

Or, what exactly does Qin Wenjing want to do?

He was still confused until Zhuge Wuhou appeared.

But see...

Mr. Zhuge may be in his twilight years, very old, with a very bad complexion and a thin figure.

In this state, he still led his troops to war and appeared in barracks all over the mountains. It was not difficult to tell where this was.

Wuzhangyuan!

This is the place where Zhuge Liang led five northern expeditions and finally died.

Ye Cheng's heart sank and he continued reading.

"Prime Minister..."

Suddenly, a young general with a sword slung over his shoulder pushed open the curtain of the tent and strode in.

He was eight feet tall, with eyes like bright stars, a face like the sunset, and full of heroic spirit. He walked straight to Zhuge Liang, knelt on one knee, and his eyes were red before he spoke.

"Prime Minister..."

"I saw the general's tent was lit all night, and you are not feeling well. Why... why don't you rest?"

Zhuge Liang was writing furiously when he saw the young general rushing in. He pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.

Before he could open his mouth, he started coughing violently.

"Ahem... It's okay, it's okay! Bo Yue, I observed the stars at night and saw that among the three stars, the guest star was brighter, the main star was dim, and the auxiliary stars were dim. This is the celestial phenomenon... Based on this, I know that my life is over... Ahem..."

Ye Cheng was stunned after hearing this.

Bo Yue?

Then the one kneeling below must be the last hope of Shu Han.

Jiang Wei!

Tianshui Jiang Bo made an appointment.

And offstage.

boom!

After hearing what the prime minister said, Jiang Wei, who was kneeling below, was so angry that his head almost exploded.

After three years of rest and recuperation, Shu finally launched its fifth northern expedition against Cao Wei this year and restored the glory of the Han Dynasty.

Originally thought that they could win the battle, but who would have thought that the rats in Jiangdong would retreat without authorization, resulting in the Prime Minister and Sima Yi confronting each other with heavy troops at Wuzhangyuan, which lasted for several months!

Since July and August, the Prime Minister has been infected with a cold and has been leading the troops despite his illness.

Is it...

Jiang Wei felt his body go a little weaker, and he staggered to his feet and went to support Prime Minister Zhuge.

"Prime Minister..."

He cried out and looked down.

But Prime Minister Zhuge was seen writing a memorial to Emperor Liu Chan.

Letter:

I have heard that life and death are inevitable and cannot be avoided. Death is approaching, I wish to be loyal to the end...

I am a foolish person, and I have encountered many difficulties...

The Northern Expedition was unsuccessful...

I was so ill that my life was at stake, and I was unable to serve Your Majesty. I am filled with endless regret...

Jiang Wei supported Zhuge Liang, tears streaming down his face.

"Why is it so? Prime Minister, why is it so?"

He absolutely believed in the prime minister's intuition, and he also knew that the prime minister had exhausted all his efforts and would not live long.

This might be something that everyone in Shu State has known for a long time, but no one is willing to face it.

now……

"Prime Minister, Bo Yue has heard that you are a disciple of Mr. Shui Jing and know the art of praying for longevity. Why... why don't you cast a spell to borrow some life and save your life?"

Jiang Wei looked at the Prime Minister expectantly, feeling so nervous that he couldn't breathe.

The art of praying for longevity?

Zhuge Liang smiled faintly, but did not respond. Instead, he sat on the chair with the help of Jiang Wei.

"Bo Yue, I have written 24 books in my lifetime, totaling 104,112 words, which contain all my life's hard work. Can you write them all down?"

Jiang Wei nodded, trembling all over.

"Boyo can recite it by heart."

Zhuge Liang asked again: "I also have the methods of making the crossbow and wooden ox and horse. Have you memorized them all?"

"Bo Yue dare not forget a single word!"

Zhuge Liang then smiled faintly, but his smile was filled with countless sorrows.

Why!

Why!

Why is my life span so short that I cannot see Shu Han achieve great success?

perhaps……

I've known this since I was a rookie.

Everything is destined, right?

I, Zhuge Kongming, acted against the will of heaven, should I really receive this retribution?

Zhuge Liang shook his head regretfully and began to instruct Jiang Wei on other things.

Including who will be in charge of the three armies after his death, who will be in charge of major affairs after his death, who can be trusted, and who needs to be guarded against, all are clearly explained.

Jiang Wei listened with tears in his eyes, and could no longer hold back his grief at the end.

"Prime Minister, please take a rest! Take a rest..."

He really didn't want to watch Mr. Zhuge, who was like a father and a brother to him, die from all his hard work.

Zhuge Liang shook his head and still insisted on explaining everything to Jiang Wei.

After he said, "Tomorrow the entire army will withdraw to Hanzhong, and my death will be kept secret...", he started coughing violently again.

Only this time, he coughed up a large pool of black blood.

Jiang Wei hurriedly took out his handkerchief to stop the bleeding, but it was too late, and the blood soaked the prime minister's clothes.

He cried so hard that he lost his human form.

But after Zhuge Liang spat out the evil blood, it was as if he had a last burst of energy, and his complexion became better.

Jiang Wei didn't know about this and was so delighted that he wanted to call for a doctor to save him.

Zhuge Liang stopped him again, knowing that this was the last time God had left him.

He sighed and struggled to stand up again.

Not reconciled!

Really not reconciled!

Liang learned countless things in his life, including the Book of Changes, the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, and the art of maneuver!

I really wouldn't be willing to leave something behind.

"Bring...bring a pen!"

"Prime Minister!"

"Boyue, listen to my orders!"

"……Yes!"

Jiang Wei presented the brush while crying.

"Lift the door curtain and let me see the starry sky..."

Zhuge Liang grabbed the brush, pulled over a piece of brocade and gave instructions in a deep voice.

Jiang Wei did not dare to disobey the order and hurriedly ordered the soldiers guarding on both sides to pull open the door curtains.

The weather in the eighth month of the lunar calendar is already a bit cool.

The cool autumn wind blew into the tent, making Zhuge Liang's mind clearer.

He stared at the starry sky outside the tent for a long time, took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and quickly wrote the title on the silk.

【Pre-horse lesson】

【…】

Jiang Wei approached slowly and saw the few words written by the prime minister before his death. His heart skipped a beat.

The so-called Ma Qian Ke is a divination name given by the prime minister in jest.

The prime minister is well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge and has learned from many sources. Naturally, he is also very skilled in divination and praying to gods.

He had followed the prime minister for many years and knew that the prime minister had a habit.

Before leading his troops into battle, he would order someone to lead a white horse in front of him.

He used his fingers to tell fortunes, predicting whether this expedition would be good or bad.

This is where the Ma Qian class came from.

But this time, the prime minister did not order anyone to lead the white horse, nor did he count with his fingers.

What does the Prime Minister want to leave behind?

But Zhuge Liang was already writing furiously, taking advantage of his last breath.

He wrote:

[Nothing can be done to save the situation, I will do my best]

[Eight Thousand Female Ghosts]

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