【Three Kingdoms Colleagues】Liang Yunjuxi

In the evening, there was a rain, and it was overcast, so that there was the chill of autumn.

After sending Zhao Yun away, Zhuge Liang and Yueying had dinner together, and then went to the study alone to check the official documents. The Northern Expedition still needs to be carried out. On the day of the second Northern Expedition, Zhuge Liang already had some ideas in his heart.

Yueying added an extra piece of clothing for him, told him to pay attention to his body, and then carried Zhan'er who was already sleepy back to the room.

The air in the study was cold, and the brightness of the candle was very low. Zhuge Liang raised his hand and cut the wick of the candle.

Most of the official documents are the affairs of the prime minister that His Majesty ordered him to act on his behalf. The army has been resting and preparing for war for a long time. The food and grass are sufficient, the soldiers are strong and the horses are strong, and they are thinking about the second Northern Expedition.But there are still some voices of opposition, and the upper council should not send troops easily.All these, he sat on the small bed and watched intently.

The rain is still falling, the shadows of the trees are whirling outside the window, and the light and shadow inside the house are hazy.

The light smoke rising from the Boshan stove lingers.

Zhuge Liang yawned several times in a row, and the hand holding the pen stopped writing, writing and writing.When he seemed to be asleep, he saw a thick fog covering his surroundings.A secluded and verdant bamboo forest is very similar to the place where he lived when he was working hard.

In the bamboo forest, only a small path can be seen, dotted with moist and bright green moss, meandering into the cloud of mist.The moonlight was like water, indifferent and cold, shining on the path, guiding Zhuge Liang to walk forward slowly. While walking, he heard the sound of bamboo leaves rubbing against each other.

A ball of emerald green walks to the end, and it turns out to be a touch of bright red.Countless peach trees are connected together, like the vermilion overturned by the sunset, washing the water across the river, turning into a faint peach powder that dazzles the eyes.

The moonlight was very hazy, and Zhuge Liang carefully distinguished whether it was reality or an illusion.When he continued to move forward and saw three people drinking together under the tree, he thought of Zhao Yun's words.This should be a dream, Zhuge Liang said to himself.In the dream, he saw the late emperor and the two generals Guan Zhang many years ago.

They laughed happily, and the jugs and feathers were scattered on the table, as if they had just drunk.The fallen flowers fluttered slowly, and a few peach blossom petals swayed in the wine. The three of them drank the peach blossoms as if they didn't care.

The first emperor sitting in the middle was wearing a camel-colored straight train and a small crown. When he saw Zhuge Liang walking out of the thick fog, he nodded to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, got up and left the seat, and stepped forward to hold Zhuge Liang with a smile. Zhuge Liang's hand.Zhang Fei was the same as usual, wearing the crownless crown, holding Yu Shang and about to pour it into Zhuge Liang's mouth.Guan Yu was wearing the green robe presented by the late emperor, with a heavy complexion and stroking his long beard, and followed Liu Bei to invite Zhuge Liang to his seat.

Listening to the sound of the zither circling the sky, watching the clusters of flowers fascinated my eyes.Zhuge Liang looked at Liu Bei's face with mixed feelings for a moment.The voice and appearance were the same, the eyes were the same, and the voice was the same.Zhang Fei drank him a lot, even in his dream, Zhuge Liang became slightly drunk, but he still talked about the deeds of these years to the three of them, as if the door that had been gloomy in his heart for many years was suddenly opened , feel the sun.He said that the Northern Expedition has already begun, and His Majesty is also very conscientious. Everything is safe in the Shu Han, and the only thing left is to restore the Central Plains.

As he talked, Zhuge Liang didn't know whether it was sadness or joy, looking at these three people, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet.

He and Zilong, their years...

Zhuge Liang's mind suddenly paused, probably because he was too excited to meet the first emperor and the two generals, and he forgot where Zilong was here.

The dense fog around slowly receded, but the bamboo forest had long since disappeared, and suddenly there were only ten miles of peach blossoms left, falling all over the ground.

Zhuge Liang's eyes searched around, even if it was a dream, Zilong would definitely guard the left and right when he saw the first emperor, how could he be nowhere to be found now?

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were already in a state of drunkenness, they leaned close together and fell asleep soundly.Zhuge Liang grabbed Liu Bei's hand and asked, "Where is Zilong?"

The sound of the zither was already intermittent, and the ten-mile peach garden suddenly left only the one behind Zhuge Liang.

The first emperor shook his head, but soon bent his lips and laughed, the laughter was so loud that Zhuge Liang's head felt a little stuffy.

"Hehe, Qing asked Zilong? Zilong...he's coming soon." Liu Bei drank the last bowl of wine from Yushang, then put down Zhuge Liang's hand, walked over leisurely, sat down and leaned against the Close to Guan Zhang.

Zhuge Liang was puzzled, and wanted to ask again, when Zhao Yun would come, only to find that his lips could not make a sound.The strong wind blowing up the peach blossoms all over the ground, the coquettish red Huhu really blinded Zhuge Liang's eyes.Zhuge Liang wanted to stretch out his hand to rub it, but saw that Yu Shang in his hand had changed into a pen at some point.The surroundings are quiet, only the sound of rain falling on the eaves, and there is no haze of the trees.

Dim light came in from the window, and the Boshan furnace was filled with smoke.It was still very cold in the study, and in the autumn wind, I could vaguely hear the sound of weeping and crying, which was very similar to the vocal music of Chaisang that winter night.

Who is crying?Who is going to leave?

There was some noise outside the door. It seemed that there were horses galloping. The sound of long whining and neighing became louder and louder, and soon it could be heard. Then the whole yard boiled up, and lights were lit one after another. The dark The dawn was torn apart by such a halo.

Zhuge Liang heard the violent heartbeat in his left chest, he was startled by the thought and broke out in a cold sweat, his fingers hid in his sleeves and trembled involuntarily.

The sound of footsteps approached, and the chaos dissipated at this moment, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

The lamps and candles in the study were extinguished at this moment.

The door of the room was opened, and a threatening cold air rushed towards the face with dampness.

The two men in white knelt straight by the door, shaking their bodies.

Wearing Zhan Shuai, which was made in a hurry, and made of the thickest raw linen, it is exactly the emphasis on filial piety.

The words have been hidden in the thick nasal voice.Through the smoke, Zhuge Liang seemed to be unable to see anything, his mind went blank, and Zhao Tong and Zhao Guang could not breathe because of their crying. And the man's identity, crying wailing.

Zhuge Liang was stunned, he sat there silently, straightened his back, maintained the original posture of his body, and seemed to feel the sound of tears falling.Then the whole body was shocked, drained of all strength, and collapsed into a ball.

The voices of Zhao Tong and Zhao Guang were still hoarse, as if there was a fishbone stuck in their throats.He could only call out to the prime minister thousands of times, calling out without thinking, calling out meaninglessly.

"Prime Minister...my father was at midnight last night...my father...my father has gone..."

It was no longer clear whether it was Zhao Tong or Zhao Guang who was tearing his throat and lamented in grief.

At that moment, Zhuge Liang stood up awkwardly, his feet softened, and he slumped on the edge of the small collapse.

Zilong gone?How could Zilong go?

The people who were sitting under the ginkgo tree making tea together yesterday afternoon have gone?

He doesn't believe it!He didn't believe it for the first time!

His heart seemed to be ruthlessly wrapped in a mess, and he wanted to cut it off, but he had nowhere to do it, so he could only raise his sword and stare blankly at the pain in his heart.

Zhuge Liang tried all the strength in his body, swaying his body in a trance and ran to the door.

He has to go!He has to go!

"Zilong...Zilong" Zhuge Liang murmured indistinctly.It's like he was born to only speak these two words.

I have never felt that the weather is so cold.

Yueying, who came in a hurry, grabbed Zhuge Liang's sleeves suddenly, her eyes were full of water and sadness.

"He is reluctant to leave, but we...husband can only let go slowly." Yueying lowered her head and said quietly, another tear slowly rolled down.

Zhuge Liang's body was shocked, and he could only stand there in a daze. The ginkgo leaves in the courtyard were already desolate after experiencing the rain. Only a few yellow leaves escaped the cold rain and hung on the branches, and the big rock was still lying quietly. Twigs underground.

The cool wind in the morning plucked the last stubble of dead leaves from the book, like a broken dream, he tasted the salty taste

After he woke up, all the jokes, all the mishaps.

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

Uncles and uncles, advocate for women

Gently breaking free from Yueying's hand, Zhuge Liang went down the steps. Yueying watched behind him and wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

Standing in the yard, stepping on the fallen ginkgo leaves that hadn't been cleaned in time, Zhuge Liang slowly groped for a still intact yellow leaf from the ground under the shadow of the lamp. The remaining rainwater wet his hands and felt the coldness.

Zhuge Liang was silent.Facing the north, he seemed to be able to hear the music of silk and bamboo mourning, so he cried out in grief.

"Zhao Yun is back!"

"Zhao Yun is back!!"

"Zhao Yun is back..."

But how could Zhao Yun return.

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