Nanchang Academy, this is the county school.
The white-shirted Confucian had been in the room for several days, and on weekdays, he had been chatting with the young students, and had humbly sought advice from the great sages, and in his spare time, most of them were soaked in the library cabinet.
When the servant assigned to him from the Buqi Mansion entered, he was sitting on a stone table in the courtyard, holding a scroll of ink-stained rubbings in his hand.
"Mr.
Kong Ming, Mr.
Kong Ming, the big thing is not good."
"Didn't I tell you, don't panic in everything, this is under the rule of Jiangdong, south of the Yangtze River, there are no bandits and no war, we can entertain ourselves, and we must not disturb others."
"Mr.
Kong Ming, Zhuge Juncheng has arrived in front of the house."
Zhuge Liang's arm trembled slightly, but he still didn't put down the scroll in his hand, "Jun Cheng is here, what's the matter?"
"The county is dressed in linen and filial piety" "Bang" Zhuge Liang lost the scroll in his hand and fell on the table, his face was full of panic, "Could it be the uncle who settled in Moling" Before he could ask, there was a wail outside the door of the mansion, "Kong Ming, second brother." ” Zhuge Liang stood up, and saw Zhuge Jin, who walked into the courtyard, wearing linen and filial piety, his face was slightly pale, his steps were paused, his chest was like a lightning strike, his throat was very dry, and he reluctantly asked: "Brother is here, but" Before he could speak, Zhuge Jin stepped forward first and grabbed his hands, "Sister died so miserably." ” Zhuge Liang's eyes closed, and two lines of tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
The eldest sister, his three brothers, his father died early, and his two sisters were raised by his uncle Zhuge Xuan.
The eldest sister married Kuai Qi, a son of the Jingzhou Kuai clan, and is currently the Taishou of Fangling.
The second brother, the second sister they jokingly call on weekdays, is married to Pang Shanmin, and is now Jiangxia Gongcao.
"Sister should be in Fangling, Kuaizi Mo is too guarded in Fangling, thousands of elite soldiers under his command, and now it is allied with Jiangdong, Fangling is adjacent to Nanjun, there are tens of thousands of troops led by Lu Sima of Jingzhou to station, how to have an accident" Zhuge Liang knew that although his sister was delicate on weekdays, she was not seriously ill, and it was impossible for her to die early.
"A month ago, Ru's eldest sister went back to Xiangyang Mansion with Zimo to visit, that day Wang Cang framed the Kuai clan, Zimo hurriedly led a team out of the city and returned to Fangling to preside over the overall situation, Ru Chang Sister stayed in the house yesterday night, Liu Bei's account was partial to Deng Fang, Zhuo Ying, on the orders of Cai's and Liu Cong, led 3,000 troops, slaughtered Kuaifu, Kuai Zirou killed his wife and relatives in the house before he killed himself, but Ru Chang Sister was taken away by two sergeants, and committed suicide in the house due to humiliation" When he said the last few words, Zhuge Jin had already sat on the ground, crying silently.
"My three brothers, both parents died when they were young, and the eldest sister worked hard to pull us up, weaving and selling cloth on weekdays, how hard it is to be hated to serve as a county official for my brother, and I have not received it to enjoy the blessings of heaven and man forever."
Zhuge Jin pounded his chest, his heart was full of grief, his eyes were already red and swollen from crying, obviously, he had cried a few times along the way.
"My brother is Mr.
Zishan's right-hand man, and I can get Wu Wei's secret report, why, and where is the difference between Deng Fang and Zhuo Ying's generation who dare to lead the army to slaughter the Kuai clan?"
"Kuai Yidu has taken advantage of the situation to go out of the city, but it is the old department of the city defense Kuai clan who opened the city gate privately, and Wu Wei took him out of the city, and now he is in the camp of Nanjun and his wife and family, and he has not escaped."
"The third brother is still in Jiaozhi, and the letter will not arrive until a month or two, but Uncle Moling is there, I don't know if I should send this news to me, my uncle is already ill, if I know about it, I am afraid that it is" Zhuge Jin was in a mess at the moment, but he still took care of Zhuge Xuan, who had relied on Zhang Zhongjing to continue his life for a few years, and did not dare to inform him of this.
"Then, don't tell your uncle."
Zhuge Liang squinted his eyes in pain, holding back his tears from flowing even more.
"Second brother, I have asked the lord for his life, and I will serve as a member of the Northern Expeditionary Army, and I will soon wear linen and filial piety to go north, if I can't avenge my sister, my brother will die under Xiangyang City."
Zhuge Liang glanced at Zhuge Jin slightly sourly, and stretched out his hand to help him up from the ground, "Brother, why do you bother?"
Zhuge Jin looked at him with a frightened face, "Sister was killed by Liu Cong's mother and son, and she was almost bullied by the rough men in the army, Kong Ming, you don't feel heartbroken."
Zhuge Liang sighed, "Since Wu Hou has sent troops, he must avenge Kuai Zirou, but now there are wars in Huainan and Xuzhou, and Wu Hou can dispatch troops, but the troops stationed in Nanjun, Zhangling, and Jiangxia can break Xiangyang."
Zhuge Jin turned his back to Zhuge Liang, "Although my brother is not enough, I know that I am a mother and a compatriot, and I have made up my mind, and I will set off north with the army tomorrow, Kong Ming, you will leave for Moling immediately, uncle's place, you still need to take care of it to appease, if so, I will leave for my brother." ” With that, he strode out of the door.
"Brother" Zhuge Liang called in a low voice, but Zhuge Jin could no longer be seen outside the door.
After the servants chased him out of the mansion, he returned to the courtyard with a worried face, and raised his hand towards Zhuge Liang, "Sir, Jun Cheng has gotten in the car and left." ” "You go to the school and tell the naughty boy that I am going to go on a long trip, and let him go to the Bu family's house to eat for a few days."
"Sir, you can ask me to pack my bags for you" "The light car is simple, and I will clean it up."
"Whoa."
Seeing the servant lift his feet and leave, Zhuge Liang picked up the Spring and Autumn Period on the table, turned to a very thick page, stretched out his hand and tore it, took the page inside in his palm, pulled it in the center, and the five elements of gossip outlined with a brush were all listed on it, but it was Zhuge Liang's leisure time, the Qimen Dunjia he studied.
"I originally wanted to return to the garden and live in this life, like the three mountain chiefs of Moling Fangshan Academy, to retreat to the world, never to come out, I never thought about it, but you want to persecute me."
Zhuge Liang looked up at the sky above his head, it was almost dusk, he saw the sunset on the horizon, then looked at the line of birds passing by at the end of the sky, and then looked at the low mountain outside Nanchang City, his eyes were already blurred.
"The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it."
"The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad."
"Sister's soul, do you come back?"
Zhuge Liang sighed, took a slow step, his back dragged obliquely in the afterglow, his steps were as faltering as the sunset, after stepping into the dark hall, there were still water stains on the stone slabs along the way.
When the servant came back from the school, he saw his own gentleman holding a scroll of spring and autumn in his hand, sitting in the hall safely, his face was not sad or happy, and he seemed to be as calm and light as usual.
But after serving Zhuge Liang for several days, he also carefully noticed that there were some water stains on the neckline and cuffs of his husband, and when he went out, his slightly swollen eye bags were different from Zhuge Juncheng, who had just entered the mansion The servant also knows the family affection, but he doesn't understand why his own husband is so quiet even if Ah Hua, who is in captivity at home, dies of illness, and cries.
"Perhaps, Mr. is really very human
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