【Three Kingdoms Colleagues】Liang Yunjuxi

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Ju Xi Ju Xi, the wind blows the girl

Uncle Xi Bo Xi, advocate Yu and daughter

Ju Xi Ju Xi, the wind is like a drifting girl

Uncles and uncles, advocate for women

—— "Book of Songs. National Style. Zheng Feng"

the first

In the spring of the ninth year of Jianxing, there was a heavy snowfall in the middle of Sichuan. In just one night, the distant mountains and near rivers were turned into a piece of snow.

The horseshoes were stomping, stepping on the broken Qiongyu in the field, and the cold wind was blowing around his ears. Zhuge Liang couldn't help turning his head, and the silver-rimmed Chengdu City was hidden in the fluttering banners.

Going further and further.

When he turned his head, Xue Hua suddenly covered his face, and Zhuge Liang stretched out his hand to rub it.

When I opened my eyes again, the fine snow was flying, and the world shrank to only the old road in front of me.

Zhuge Liang reined in his horse on the road, seeing that it was a vast expanse of whiteness, just like the large area of ​​black and ocher floor tiles in the royal palace of Jincheng, his sight was blurred.There, Liu Chan was sitting in the depths of the ninth steps, his face was covered by twelve crowns, and the young emperor stretched out his sleeves smoothly, and said with a smile: "Let's attack the Central Plains as the prime minister said. "

Zhuge Liang thought that this was their fourth Northern Expedition.

It was only when the weather was no longer so cold that the army surrounded Qishan Mountain.

Zhuge Liang was only concerned about dealing with affairs in the military tent, and unconsciously, the spring spirit was already strong.The spring breeze is green and the weeping willows are green, and the seasons change quickly.The last time it was close to Qishan, neither near nor far, was in the spring of the sixth year of Jianxing.

In the sixth year of Jianxing, he recited it several times.

So one night, Zhuge Liang woke up from his sleep.

Outside the shogunate of the Chinese army, the black dome of the warehouse, the moon is dark and the stars are dim, and Beichen cannot be seen.Walking with the bonfire in the sky, the big flag with the words "Recovering the Central Plains" printed on it was raised on the dim flames, causing him to put down his pen and look at it silently.

The army flag was broken, and it had already followed him to fight everywhere, and it was exposed to the wind and sun, giving birth to fragmented threads and mottled marks.Recalling the present and remembering the past, Zhuge Liang suddenly thought of the scene when it was hung in front of the battle for the first time, then remembered the first Northern Expedition, and again remembered the spring of the sixth year of Jianxing.

In the six years of Jianxing, looking at the world, there are many wars.

Zhuge Liang lowered his head and frowned in thought. It seemed that a lot of things happened that year.Going out of Qishan, losing the street pavilion, retreating to Hanzhong...Thinking about it is all painful, and probably accepting a Bo Yue is a rare comfort.

It seems that at the beginning, Jiang Wei also fell into Jiang Wei's strategy, so that on that night of red flames, he left a memory of panic and avoiding chaos. Carved into the pupils, I feel the rebirth of young talents. Of course, Zeng Jin also has death.

He suddenly pressed Gumeng firmly.

It is not that Zhuge Liang has encountered difficulties in his life, or it seems that similar situations appear in reincarnation, overlapping.

He thought of that man.

A solitary lamp flickered in front of the case, and it was about to go out.

There were footsteps again.

In the dark, Zhuge Liang let go of the cloak tie and hurriedly went to protect the lamp wick.

"Is there an urgent military situation?"

Jiang Wei only heard Zhuge Liang's low and calm inquiry as usual, and he bowed his head respectfully outside and replied: "Prime Minister, yes."

Zhuge Liang stared at the flickering flame bit by bit to print out the young future who walked in, with the same face, and showed a rare smile: "Bo Yue..."

Jiang Wei came because of Cao Zhen's serious illness and Sima Yi's advance westward.

After several discussions, the moon was already like a gauze, hanging low on the sky.

The little anger brought by Jiang Wei's arrival also faded away with his departure, and the joy that still tinged with hope beat in Zhuge Liang's heart.

"Prime Minister, this time..."

Jiang Wei withdrew slowly.

Zhuge Liang didn't answer, a strong premonition overwhelmed him, he only felt a difficult bitterness in his throat, and the interrupted old memories fell like melting ice, and he still looked expressionless.

People may not be able to relax for a moment, Zhuge Liang, who is already white-haired, suddenly said to himself.

When there is nothing to do, the past will come back to mind.

Looking up again and again, it's just that the old man is no longer there.

Looking sideways again and again, but no one can be found.

The night was as cool as water, and the banner of "Recovering the Central Plains" cast a faint shadow in the moonlight.

Thinking eyes sneak into the strokes, like a beam of hot streamer sneaking into the gloomy and silent years.Gradually, in the spring when all things are revived, I feel the coldness of the dry winter.

Floating in front of my eyes is actually a river of mist, a lonely boat and a cold moon.

many years ago.

At that time, Zhuge Liang and Zhao Yun had just paid homage to Zhou Lang, and they returned to Jingzhou in a small boat.

In the depths of winter, the river flows extremely slowly, and the white mist that evaporates hazes the area.The boat sailed steadily through the dense fog.

Zhuge Liang quietly watched the celadon oil lamp on the table, holding a kit in his hand.

What lingers in my ears is the chai sang mourning music hidden in the river wind, intermittently and continuously.

"military adviser..."

Are you sad?

Looking at the bright moon coming out gradually after the mist cleared, Zhao Yun thought for a while but still didn't say anything.

Zhuge Liang knew that Zhao Yun understood his helplessness, and Zhuge Liang also knew that Zhao Yun understood the sorrow of this troubled world.

Whether it is a confidant or a strong enemy, even if there is a kindness or a grudge, in this Yangtze River that stretches for thousands of miles, it is just a touch of indifferent water.

The flame of the candle seemed to burn his eyes, Zhuge Liang looked away without a trace.

"If it weren't for the troubled times, the military adviser and Zhou Lang...maybe...maybe they would be friends." Zhao Yun frowned helplessly.

I don't know who let out a lengthy sigh in the cool moonlight.

Zhuge Liang looked at him deeply, his eyes were full of tenderness that he didn't even know

"There are no what-ifs in this world. If the stars fall, the destiny is hard to break... But if you conspire with Zhou Lang, hehe, Liang is afraid that nothing will be achieved." The tone of Zhuge Liang's slightly curved mouth is half-clear and smiling meaning.

However, Zhuge Liang, who said so, actually didn't believe in the destiny.

To a certain extent, he and Zhou Lang really cherish each other, but they are playing a game of chess exhausted for different pursuits.

People have two contradictory emotions, not to mention being born in a troubled world, being born as a human contains more involuntary emotions.

For Zhuge Liang, it is just a word of "righteousness". He was wronged by Liu Bei and paid attention to the kindness of the thatched cottage.Yu Zhouyu is just a word of "righteousness". He was acquainted with Sun Ce when he was young, and he always has a close relationship with him.

In this game of chess, maybe he is the real winner, maybe he is also the real loser.

The light and shadow were hazy, Zhao Yun slightly closed his eyelashes, and then remained silent for a long time.

"Is destiny hard to break? Yun wants to fight this destiny." Zhao Yun smiled, and there seemed to be brilliance in his eyes.

A pair of extremely beautiful black eyes.

Zhuge Liang restrained himself.

Zhao Yun's tone was a little weak, but he saw a kind of fortitude on that handsome face.

There seemed to be some unknown friendship in the air.

"Too many people have died. Yun often feels a chill on the battlefield. The more blood he gets, the more he hates this troubled world." His brows and eyes were slightly frowned, and he clenched the sword in his hand tightly. Zhao Yun turned his head and settled down. Looking at Zhuge Liang.

Being watched by those eyes, Zhuge Liang was a little dumb for a moment.The general who was originally shrouded in horse leather would actually hate this chaotic world where all heroes rise together and heroes appear everywhere, although Zhuge Liang knew Zhao Yun's temperament long ago.

But Zhao Yun did not wait for him to speak, "Yun is not self-respecting. I have heard that the military commander Longzhong is right. Everything I did today was just to end this troubled world. It is true that it is right to divide the world into three parts, but benevolence and righteousness cannot be lacking." , the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the people are neither hungry nor cold, and the troubled times may end soon.”

Zhuge Liang knew him a long time ago. He has Guan Yu's "righteousness" and Zhang Fei's "courage", but he is different from Guan Yu's rigidity and self-respect, and Zhang Fei's unsympathetic villain.

Zhao Yun and him probably have the same heart.

As soon as he left the thatched cottage, the young military adviser walked forward in Liu Bei's army, somewhat outside the complex network of relatives and relatives, but it was rare for anyone to keep pace with him.From meeting and burning Cao Jun in Xinye to meeting Zhou Yu in Jiangdong, from the reception at the foot of Nanping Mountain to the three tips for entering Wu.Time and time again, the fates of him and Zilong, two people who are alone and unconnected in Liu Bei's army, are intertwined. It seems that they can find a kind of peace in this person. Zhuge Liang who came down from Nanping Mountain back then Seeing Zhao Yun, it came to mind so naturally.

Just like the words of benevolence and righteousness, hegemony can be achieved, the Han Dynasty can prosper, and troubled times can be peaceful.

Zhuge Liang found a sympathy around Zhao Yun, a sympathy that must be the king.

It seems to find a starlight in the dark night.It is different from the respect for Liu Bei and Guan Zhang, and different from the feeling of devoting oneself to Ji Han, but it is like treating a confidant, a person who can be relied on.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Liang's eyes flashed a kind of deepness.In a peaceful mood, he gently shook Zhao Yun's hand.The kneeling body suddenly stood upright and tensed.

"Zilong, do you really want to have a friendship with destiny?".

"My lord's 'benevolence' is what Yun Xin is looking for, no matter how different things are in the world. The destiny cannot be violated, but the destiny can be resisted." Holding Zhuge Liang back, Zhao Yun straightened his neck.

The surface of the river is wide open.

As if holding a piece of warm jade, the warmth from the palm of his hand warmed Zhuge Liang's heart.

A scholar dies for a confidant, and a woman tolerates a person who pleases her.

Is this an oath?

"I believe you." Zhuge Liang said slowly.There was a bit of faith in his tone, a kind of positive color appeared between his brows, and the hand holding the fan shook slightly.

Zhao Yun was just stunned for a moment, only a little embarrassed between his sword eyebrows and star eyes, and shyly froze there, unable to speak for a long time.

Zhuge Liang secretly clenched the hand in his palm. .

At a glance, the fog has completely dissipated.

No matter when, I believe in you.This is a sentence that Zhuge Liang kept silent in his heart and didn't say it.It's not just because Zhao Yun is brave and loyal, and it's not just because Zhao Yun is indifferent and quiet, neither humble nor overbearing.

The silhouette of Zhao Yun was cut by the candlelight, and reflected in Zhuge Liang's heart like an orchid orchid and broken jade, so soft, so peaceful, but with no trace of domineering.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of this kind of domineering that they dare to fight against the fate, for what they think in their hearts, for that unspeakable responsibility, in the wind and rain of the last years of the Han Dynasty, they face the unknown together. Destiny, for Ji Han.

Therefore, when Zhuge Liang was standing in the hall and distributing military orders calmly, looking at that silhouette, he would still lose his mind for a moment.

He is old, and so is he.

I have to watch Zilong Rushuang's hair on the temples, and I have to express the feeling that the hero is no longer.

There is pity in my heart, for Zhao Yun, for Shu Han, and for myself

But Zhao Yun was full of anger, holding the hand holding the wat board, clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, the point general of the Northern Expedition, why did you abandon me alone." His ending sound rose.There seemed to be an echo in the silent hall, and those extremely bright eyes were only looking at Zhuge Liang from the beginning to the end.

Most people have rarely seen Zhao Yun's mood swings, except that in the year when Yizhou was pacified, he used the hussar general Da Sima Huo to persuade the late emperor not to fight for the people's Sangtian houses, and when the late emperor crusaded Sun Wu, he repeatedly Admonishment, when you are passionate about clarifying the interests of the court.

It is often seen that Zhao Yun is just standing beside Liu Bei, like a piece of warm jade, quietly doing his duty.

Zhuge Liang was still calm and shook his head, "The five generals only kept Zilong, and his hair was as white as frost. How could Liang have the heart to ask Zilong to gallop on the horse and meet the enemy on the battlefield? Or stay in Chengdu to help His Majesty rule the rear..."

When Zhuge Liang came back from Pingnan, he heard the news of Ma Chao's death, and the servants who stood by said that the Marquis of Shanxiang went very peacefully, which was not the same as the turbulent waves when he was alive.

Zhuge Liang pursed his lips, and Ma Dai's grief seemed to be heard next to his ears, "Brother, he must be dissatisfied with this..."

Suddenly there was a cold current in his heart, Zhuge Liang could hardly imagine that if Zhao Zilong... if Zilong...

"Does the prime minister think I'm getting old?" Zhao Yun's mouth curled into a faint smile.

Zhuge Liang didn't know how to respond, his tongue was entangled in his mouth like a knot. At that time, he used to fight against Confucian scholars and was famous all over the world.So he had no choice but to turn his head to avoid Zhao Yun's sight.

In fact, how could Zhuge Liang not know what Zhao Yun was thinking, and why did he not want Zhao Yun to accompany him in the Northern Expedition.

Yu is an old man, and Yu is easy to feel lonely.But I hope so, and my heart is still full of fear.

Are you that scared?What are you afraid of in the end?

Is it really cowardly enough to surrender to Fate?

Didn't I say, believe him?

When Zhuge Liang was silent for a long time, there were whispers of discussions in the hall.

I only heard Zhao Yun say slowly, "Didn't the prime minister say he believed me?" In a tone that Zhuge Liang could hear alone, his eyes were like torches, and two blazing flames danced.

Zhuge Liang couldn't help looking into Zhao Yun's eyes, the flames in that man's eyes also spread to his chest, burning and torturing him over and over again.

It turned out that he still remembered.

"Zilong, the journey to the Northern Expedition is difficult and dangerous..." Tried, Zhuge Liang didn't have time to finish repeating the same answer in his mouth. In fact, in the end, even he didn't know why, why he was allowed to stay.

"Yun is willing to be the vanguard! If the Prime Minister refuses, Yun will be bumped to death under the steps." A thunderous thunder sounded in the sky.

Holding the wat board in his hand, Zhao Yun made a deep bow, and the crown of the scorpion's tail made a soft sound when it touched the ground. He raised his head, his eyes full of determination.

There was really no other way now, Zhuge Liang laughed at his previous persistence.

He finally nodded.

There was a gleam of light in Zhao Yun's eyes, and he looked straight at Zhuge Liang on the steps.

The two elderly people just stared at each other silently.

It was Zhuge Liang who took the lead to look away, and he reconsidered in his mind that the rhythm that was disrupted by Zhao Yun just now, His Majesty had already agreed, and a few days ago, Tai Changqing had already sent Tai Changqing to select the auspicious day for sacrifices before the expedition, and set it five days later, so After a while, Zhuge Liang read out the military order in an orderly manner.

Light rain pattered against the eaves, and a smell of green grass in the mud filled the air. Civil servants and generals rushed out, but Zhao Yun was a step late.

There was silence in the hall, and the sound of a few spring sparrows frolicking in the corner of the eaves became clear.Zhao Yun walked a few steps and stood in front of Zhuge Liang, the helplessness that flashed in his pupils easily melted into Zhuge Liang's heart.

"Prime Minister, let's do what we haven't done together..."

The author has something to say: It’s so cold, I don’t know if there are any friends