Chapter 445: : Can't see the big day

In a small hall, a young man leaned over the table. He was wearing a white robe with a feather fan on his hand.
There were some books and a map on the table, and an oil lamp was lit on the side. The lights occasionally shook, and the shadow on the hall shook with the waves.
It was already deep at night, and the young people were lying on the table, looking tired, and wanted to take a nap.
The young man closed his eyes, but remembered a long time ago.
Changes in the world, even if only a few years have passed, when you look back, it is already a matter of right and wrong.
In retrospect, he seemed to be back in that grass house, a teenager kneeling in front of a Mr. White innocence.
There are two sins: one sin is the crime of disrespect, and one sin is the crime of self-inquiry and theft.
The white man smiled and asked him, what is the crime?
He went on to say that no one would learn these books. Could it be that they would rot in that box?
The teenager couldn't answer and bowed.
The gentleman did not look at him, but turned to look at his book box, and said something he still remembers.
"What else does Xiaolang want to see? I'll get it for you."
The first day that Mr. Na came, he taught him a lesson, and he just learned what he wanted.
The cool wind blew in, shaking the screen curtains on both sides of the door and shaking it gently, and the young people lying on the table woke up. The eyes looked outside.
He smiled to himself and sighed. He didn't know what the gentleman would think of seeing him again today.
However, he remembered the day when he promised to leave the mountain, the little girl could not persuade him, and finally kicked him out with red eyes and a stick.
The young man picked up the pen at his hand and stained it with ink. He wanted to write a letter to that gentleman, but when the pen tip fell on the stationery, he could not write a word.
Nothing.
The youth reluctantly put down the pen in his hand and stood up.
Sooner or later, there will be a time of goodbye.
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The land of three states in Hebei was in a mess in the hands of the three brothers of the Yuan family. Within two years, Cao Cao took down Jizhou, and then took Youzhou and Bingzhou successively. The following year, in order to prevent Wuxu from entering the congestion, and to clear away the remnants of Yuan Jun, Cao Cao conquered Wuxu in the three counties. At this time, except for Liangzhou, the Central Plains North had been calmed down by Cao Cao.
Among the remaining places, Sun Ce was stabbed to death, and his brother Sun Quan was in power, separated from Jiangdong, guarded by the river, and trained the water army.
Liu Biao went straight to Jingzhou with a single shot, and calmed down the chaos at that time. He was a hero. However, after joining Jingzhou, he could not break out and smoothed his ambition. But the hero of the year is now just a well-formed dog.
Liuzhou in Yizhou and Zhang Lu in Hanzhong have been in constant disagreement, and they have been arguing with each other. The two are not tolerated, let alone talk outward.
On this day, the weather in Jingzhou was a bit chilly. There was a light rain outside, and the raindrops fell between the dirt, which wet the green weeds on the roadside. Liu Bei stepped out of the room and looked at the sky outside.
When it rains recently, his leg is aching, and he shouldn't have gone out today.
But suddenly someone came to his house to report, and the word of the report was simply a sentence.
Liu Biao was very ill and wanted to see him.
In the light rain, a group of men and horses set off from Fancheng and headed for Xiangyang.
By the time Liu Bei arrived, Liu Biao was lying on the couch and had little energy.
Several other people came with Liu Bei, two red-faced and black-faced big men, and a young man in a white robe.
Entering the room, rain was standing on Liu Bei's robe, some dirt was on his boots, and his hair was a bit messy. Looking at the person lying on the sickbed, he was speechless for a moment.
Most people are like this. When they see a dying person, they never know what to say.
Liu Biao, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at the person who came in. When he saw that it was Liu Bei, he lifted a hand weakly.
"Xian, you are here."
"Brother." Liu Bei slowly walked to Liu Biao's bed and held Liu Biao's hand.
There is some coldness in that palm.
Liu Biao's lips were white, and he took a deep look at Liu Bei, with a lot of meaning in it, including closeness, helplessness, remorse and some suspicion.
But in the end, those looks turned into a long sigh.
Liu Biao was lying on the bed, his lips were slightly open, and he said intricately, "Xianxi, I won't lie to you. At this time, I still suspect you will try to plan for Jingzhou."
Liu Bei froze, lowered his head, held Liu Biao's hand, and did not answer.
"Oh." Liu Biao smiled bitterly first.
"It's ridiculous that I have been skeptical of my surroundings all my life, suspicion around, suspicion of my son, and when he was about to die, I still suspected my own brother.
His hands became weaker, and he sank on the couch, not knowing who to ask.
"Why do you do this state pastoral?"
No one answered him. For a long time, Liu Biao's eyes moved away from Liu Bei's body and looked out the door.
"It's ridiculous, and it's not until then that I understand that I have left nothing in my life."
The eldest son and his sister-in-law were fighting each other. He was fighting for power before he died.
But he seemed to be an outsider and could only watch silently.
Liu Bei sat kneeling beside Liu Biao's bed, listening to Liu Biao's words.
He knew the misery of Liu Biao ~ EbookFREE.me ~ But at this time he couldn't do anything else, and could only comfort him softly.
"Brother, you worry too much."
"Don't worry?" Liu Biao's chest was dull and his voice was intermittent.
Outside the door, those who seemed to be hiding their faces sobbing, Liu Biao smiled silently.
"How many of those people outside the door are really crying for me?"
The woman with red eyes stood far away, and the crying child bowed her head and cried, her left and right parts were sad. He didn't really see how sad they were from these people's faces.
Without looking outside the door, Liu Biao stretched out his other hand and put it on Liu Bei's hand.
"Xiandi, there is not much left in the Han room. Cao Cao's emperor is north from Central Plains. After I die, he will definitely go south. At that time, if Xianxian is willing, I hope you will help my son once. To stay, it ’s all up to Xiandi himself. Even if Xianxi takes Jingzhou, I wo n’t blame you.

"Brother." Liu Bei wanted to say something, but Liu Biao raised his hand and didn't let him say it.
Lying on the sickbed, Liu Biao had little energy, and he wanted to finish his last words.
"I don't have much attachment now, there are only two things I want to rest on you."
Looking at Liu Bei, Liu Biao's voice was getting lighter.
"One, Wang Xianxian must not be like me, and two, Wang Xianxian don't let the Han Dynasty fall into this world."
His hand patted gently on Liu Bei's hand, and he let loose.
His strength was pulled away little by little, Liu Biao's eyes were half closed, he asked.
"Xianxi, how big is the Han Dynasty?"
Liu Bei could not answer.
"It's a pity." Liu Biao whispered to himself: "I only have the eyesight of one state, I can't see the greatness of the day." ()
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