Chapter 144 The Backbone of the Man

"In this future generation, I will be asked to be Liu Bei's son?"

Li Shimin twisted his eyebrows, feeling that everyone in the future generation was crazy.

"The people of future generations are just talking nonsense, so you don't need to care."

Changsun Wuji quickly comforted him:

"And this future generation does not choose other emperors, not even Han Bai, etc., this shows that future generations are convinced of everyone's martial arts!"

Only by saying this did Li Shimin not mind too much.

Immediately he shook his head and sighed: "Wuhou's Northern Expedition, isn't he following Sun Wu's plan to destroy Chu?"

"To harass an army of 100,000 with ten thousand troops, and to exchange food and fodder for a thousand people for the enemy's ten thousand people. Even though Cao Wei has ten times the land, it will be difficult to sustain it."

"Best wishes to you all." Changsun Wuji took advantage of every opportunity.

"But the theory of time travel in later generations is quite interesting..." Li Shimin put on an interested expression:

"If I can be the commander-in-chief of the Wei army and lead the army in a majestic formation to fight against the righteous banner of Marquis Wu, I think it will be a happy life!"

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui's eyelids twitched, "Your Majesty, that's not what you just said."

But then Li Shimin shook his head:

"That's not right. It's so disgusting to do that to Sima Yi."

Fang and Du felt a little relieved when they heard the Emperor of Tang Dynasty command:

"Transcribe the words about instant noodles, hair dryers and so on just now and give them to the Imperial College students to see if they can inspire you."

"Let's just say...well, I accidentally learned it from the ancient books of the sages."

This is also the part that Li Shimin is most interested in:

What kind of rocket pilots and what kind of divine aircraft carriers, they sound very powerful!

But what is a nuclear bomb? Can the core of the fruit be used as a weapon?

Then Li Shimin also saw and heard that the music on the light screen became softer.

An emperor with fleshy cheeks walked like a puppet in a grand funeral procession. Li Shimin understood that this should be the funeral of Zhuge Wuhou rehearsed by later generations.

Li Shimin listened carefully. The soundtrack for such a funeral was the voice of a man singing softly:

[Reading poems and books to cultivate virtue and self-cultivation, looking up and looking down at Tao Lue's chest.

He never forgets to worry about his country, but his blood is in the mountains and forests

The phoenix is ​​like a phoenix, and the thoughts are held high, and the world is in trouble and it is in danger for a long time.]

In Gong'an County, Pang Tong was silent. He thought of his former life of studying and living in seclusion in Nanyang.

At that time, he, Kong Ming and the "Four Friends of Nanyang" were all idlers. Kong Ming was worried about the power of the country, and he, Pang Tongzang, was not a hero in the world.

In the past few years, they have turned from outsiders into insiders.

[The thatched cottage has been visited three times, and I have been discussing extensively. I have met a close friend in half my life, and I am deeply moved by stinging people.

In the Ming Dynasty, I went with you with my sword and went to conquer the dust with my feather fan and silk scarf.

The dragon is coming, the wind and clouds are meeting, and the roar is soothing]

Liu Bei raised his head and listened carefully, memorizing these words in his heart.

Later generations believed that he, Liu Bei, was Kong Ming's confidant, but he was furious at Yiling and cut off Kong Ming's retreat.

If there was no funeral in Yiling, why would Kong Ming have to work so hard?

Liu Bei's heart tightened.

【Go back, come back, my long-cherished wish, to be a villager for the rest of my life

The breeze and the bright moon are in my arms, and the apes and cranes listen to me playing the piano again]

Huang Yueying leaned on her husband's shoulder and said nothing.

Kong Ming understood in his heart, patted his wife's hand and promised in a low voice:

"I will not die early, I will return to Nanyang."

[Youwei Ge, also known as Wolong Yin, is Zhangyu UP’s favorite Lao Sanguo episode.

The prelude outlines the life and ideals of the prime minister who lives in seclusion in Nanjun. He is self-sufficient and does not seek publicity, but he is also worried about the world and has great ambitions.

This contradictory mentality is the true connotation of the name Wolong.

Everyone in Zhongque knows that after visiting the thatched cottage three times, the prime minister stepped onto the stage of history, and the teacher who worked hard in Nanyang finally "meeted the dragon and the clouds".

The back part is a progression of emotions, and the harmony of the female voice seems like Huang Yueying is encouraging her husband to seek peace and prosperity for the people.

It seems to be the complicated mentality we have towards the prime minister for thousands of years:

So what if it’s hard to find for days? So what if the plan succeeds or fails? Just work hard!

And in the end it’s a pity for all of us:

I really hope that the Prime Minister can realize his ambition, live in seclusion in Nanyang again in his later years, and enjoy the peaceful life he has created.

Kong Ming could feel his wife holding his hand and tightening it by three points.

Gently stroking his back to express comfort, Kong Ming praised:

"Good songs, good tunes. It should be an elegant thing to sing while playing the piano when the light is free."

Zhang Fei doesn’t know much about music, but he might as well have discovered a new goal:

"Returning to Nanyang to farm? What's the difficulty? Just leave this matter to my second brother!"

Guan Yu nodded seriously with a solemn expression. This posture seemed to be as important as retaking Nanyang as restoring the Han Dynasty.

Kong Ming shook his head and laughed. Although he really wanted to say that he now knew how big the world was, he actually wanted to see the Great Qin, the Wonu Kingdom, and Ceylon, the country of gems.

But since Zhang Fei said this, Kong Ming could only nod:

"Then thank Yunchang first!"

[The Prime Minister left a legacy before his death:

I will be buried in Dingjun Mountain, with the mountain as a tomb. The coffin can be placed in the tomb. As for the burial, I only need to put the clothes I usually wear, and there is no need for any burial objects.

Liu Chan finally complied with his father-in-law's last wish and stayed out of court for three days to mourn the prime minister before being buried in Dingjun Mountain.

After the death of the prime minister, various places in Sichuan requested to build temples, but Ji Han inherited the Han tradition because there was no such precedent and they were not allowed.

Therefore, people burned paper for the Prime Minister on the roadside during festivals.

On the eve of the destruction of the country in the sixth year of Jingyao, Liu Chan missed his father-in-law again, so he ordered the construction of an ancestral hall at the prime minister's tomb in Dingjun Mountain. This was also the first Wuhou Temple.

In the same year, when Zhong Hui passed by Dingjun Mountain during his expedition to Shu, he specifically ordered that no firewood should be cut near the prime minister's ancestral hall, and he was the first person to protect the prime minister's tomb.

At that time, the prime minister's suicide note was also left to Liu Chan, and it clearly stated:

I have lived on salary for so many years. There are still 800 mulberry trees and 15 hectares of land in my home in Chengdu. These are enough for living. If there is still surplus money at home, it means that the Zhuge family is sorry for the country.

Liu Chan's eulogy to the prime minister was also very moving. He recalled the past of assisting him and the achievements of going to Qishan. He lamented that the prime minister left too early, and finally had no choice but to give him the seal and posthumous title of Zhongwu.

The posthumous title of Zhongwu has become the highest praise for a minister. Most of us are familiar with those who received this posthumous title later, such as Yuchi Jingde, the beloved general of Erfeng, Guo Ziyi who saved a bit of face for the Tang Dynasty, Han Shizhong, the face of the Southern Song Dynasty, and Yue Wumu, the backbone of the Song Dynasty.

We are all familiar with what happened later. Zhuge Zhan was taken to the palace by Liu Chan to be raised and entrusted with important tasks.

In the end, Zhuge Zhan and Zhuge Shang both died for their country.

Maybe you think the prime minister is just so-so, but almost all the people you think are powerful think that the prime minister is very powerful.

Almost all the literati and poets in history, such as Li Bai, Du Gongbu, Liu Yuxi, Bai Juyi, Su Shi, Lu You, Xin Qiji, etc., have sung the name of the prime minister for thousands of years.

Will the name of the prime minister continue to be sung? I think it will.

Du Gongbu has two lines of poetry that are very good:

Your body and name will be destroyed, but the rivers and streams will flow forever. 】

"Good poem!"

Even if Zhang Fei is slow, he can be convinced in a second.

"I like this Du Gongbu, who likes military advisors, is really powerful!"

Pang Tong also likes it:

"It is indeed a good poem. Kong Ming is like the Yellow River. Even after thousands of years, he will be remembered and praised."

It would be great if I could have this treatment. Pang Tong added a sentence in his heart.

Jian Yong said bluntly:

"Kings and generals all seek to die with the country."

"Now it seems that Yunchang and Kongming have 'die with the Han Dynasty'!"

"If the Han Dynasty lasts for a thousand years, it will be passed down for a thousand years. If the Han Dynasty lasts for ten thousand years, then Yunchang's reputation for righteousness and Kongming's reputation for loyalty and martial arts will be passed down for ten thousand years!"

Ten thousand years! Everyone couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a while.

Zhang Fei suddenly remembered what his other second brother said:

"Although the body is dead, the name can be recorded in bamboo and silk!"

Zhang Fei was more envious. Compared with this, the immediate inscription was even less impressive.

Huang Zhong and Wei Yan also made up their minds silently in their hearts.

Make achievements, build temples, pass on for a thousand years, and spread the name of the Han Dynasty!

Liu Bei smiled slightly:

The embodiment of eternal wisdom, my prime minister Liu Bei!

Guan Shengdijun, the Great Emperor of the Three Realms, the second brother of my Liu Bei!

I, Liu Bei, have already won too much over Sun and Cao in my life in the light curtain!

At this moment, the screen turned and returned to the Wuhou Temple they had seen before.

A group of teenagers in school uniforms were led by a teacher who looked like a teacher to visit the Wuhou Temple.

The children could not understand the significance of this place, but it did not prevent them from being familiar with Zhuge Liang here.

Maybe someone was bored and recited, or maybe some teenagers were inspired.

At first, there were only a few people, and then the teenagers began to recite the "Departure to the Imperial Academy" in unison:

"The former emperor died halfway through his career... Be close to virtuous ministers and stay away from villains, this is why the former Han Dynasty prospered..."

"I am a commoner, working in Nanyang... Since I was ordered, I have been worried and sighing day and night, fearing that I would not be able to fulfill the trust... Now I am leaving, and I am in tears when I write this memorial, and I don't know what to say."

The voice of reciting became louder and louder, and the tourists of Wuhou Temple also joined in. After the recitation, the tourists spontaneously applauded and played.

The people present soon dispersed.

Kong Ming, who saw this scene, finally burst into tears.

[Someone once asked, if you could write a letter to the prime minister, what would you say?

Some people said, I just want to tell the prime minister not to be so tired, what's wrong with handing over small things to others?

Some people said they wanted to thank the prime minister, his articles and deeds gave me strength at a certain stage in my life.

So young people with these ideas came to Wuhou Temple from all over the world.

Of course, I, the UP of Zhangyu, also have something to say about the successors who were entrusted by the prime minister.

Liu Adou may have disappointed the prime minister in the end, but fortunately, only a piece of rotten wood was left in Wuhou Temple.

Although Zhuge Zhan lacked fatherly love and made some mistakes, he finally protected the dignity of Ji Han.

Jiang Gongyan was called the mainstay after you, but he had the same problem of dying early as you.

As for Jiang Boyue, you didn't see his stubbornness when you were alive. He fought nine times in the Central Plains, hoping to make the sun and moon bright again. After a thousand years, everyone knows that he put a decent end to the Ji Han Dynasty.

Prime Minister, you used your life to repay Liu Bei's kindness and Liu Chan's grace of giving up power.

Failure may always run through life, but you used your life to burn a monument that can transcend time.

There are countless people in China who take you as a role model, and the Wuhou Temple will still stand for another thousand years.

Prime Minister, after another thousand years, there will still be people who miss you like me. 】

I wrote a chapter last night, but it didn't taste right, so I deleted it and rewrote it. Today is still slow.