Picked up a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 107
When the little fat man was beaming with joy, bad news came suddenly. The old captain Liu Ju was seriously ill. When he arrived at the mansion in person, the wives of the old Taiwei went out to greet them, the little fat man met them one by one, and immediately rushed to bed.

The old captain was lying on the bed, his eyes could hardly be opened, he was sleeping soundly, the little fat man couldn't bear to be disturbed, so he knelt in the room, waiting for the old captain to wake up, everyone was also silent, daring not to make a sound, little Fatty felt a little heavy in his heart. This old captain was the first among the important ministers to support him. He also offered advice and suggestions for him many times, and he devoted his life to serving the great man respectfully.

Thinking that he might lose this important minister, the little fat man felt a little apprehensive.

After waiting for half a day, the old Taiwei slowly woke up. He turned his head and saw the little fat man. He was shocked and wanted to get up to meet him. The little fat man hurried forward, held his wrinkled hand, and shook his hand Nodding his head, he said, "The Taiwei doesn't need to pay a visit, just rest in peace and cultivate."

"Ahem, sir, time is running out, I'm afraid, I will trouble your majesty to find a new captain again." The old captain was not afraid of death, he said with a smile, the little fat man shook his head and said: " I'm busy with business, I don't want to look for this captain, Liu Jun is just right for this seat." The old captain smiled lightly and said, "Your Majesty, life, old age, sickness and death are just human nature."

"It doesn't have to be like this. It's not going well for Mr. Qiao to serve as Sikong. After the minister dies, His Majesty can appoint Mr. Qiao as the Taiwei. After that, Wang Fu, Lu Zhi, Wang Yun and others can take over." He suddenly coughed again , The little fat man hurriedly said: "Please don't talk about state affairs, and tell me some historical facts, okay?" The old Taiwei nodded with a smile, and then slowly began to tell long stories.

This matter, not only the little fat man, but even the many officials who accompanied him knelt quietly and listened carefully. This old captain who has always been disgusted and nagging saw so many people Listening carefully to what I said, I was very happy in my heart. Later, I even got up and ate a few bowls of rice, and my mental state improved. The little fat man was overjoyed, and ordered the imperial physician to stay here and take care of the old Taiwei day and night.

The two chatted for another half a day, and when it was sunset, they saw that the old captain was a bit tired, so the little fat man got up and said, "Don't abandon me, captain! Is that okay?" The old captain just smiled and said: " Your Majesty, I am a mediocre person, and in my lifetime, if I can do something as important as Mintun, I will die without any regrets, so why do you bother to be entangled with this?"

He also told the story of Zhuang Zhou's wife's death.

The little fat man shook his head and said: "I am not Zhuangzi, and I can't reach that level, the old captain can't abandon me!" Seeing the little fat man's expression of worry and panic, the old captain couldn't bear it, so he nodded in agreement , The little fat man left now, and the old captain was lying on the sickbed, a little helpless, he already felt that his time was numbered, in fact, this feeling had been felt since the third year of Jianning.

It's just that he has been holding back his energy and wants to finish the matter of Mintun for the emperor. Before he succeeds, he is unwilling to leave. Now, he doesn't seem to have any regrets. He smiled and murmured: " Liu Shu, I'm going to find you too...you have a good grandson."

The old Taiwei was resting, but suddenly heard noises coming from outside the house, he opened his eyes again, and asked a little confused: "What happened?" The eldest son Liu An beside him said angrily: "The old man He Xiu actually wanted to break into the mansion, claiming to see Father, I ordered him to be stopped outside."

"Who told you to treat Sangong like this!"

"Bring it to me quickly!!" The old captain was extremely angry, coughing violently, and yelling at the eldest son. Liu An was taken aback, seeing his father like this, but he didn't dare to object, and went out immediately. He Xiu was brought in, but his face was extremely displeased, and he didn't pay homage to He Xiu. He Xiu raised his head and walked in proudly. Seeing the old captain on the bed, he smiled disdainfully.

"Old thief, I heard you are dying?"

Hearing these words, Liu An was furious and was about to start a fight with He Xiu. The old captain didn't get angry, but just ordered Liu An to go out. Only He Xiu and the old captain were left in the room. The old captain smiled. Looking at He Xiu, nodded, and said, "You old man, you have pretty good ears. Indeed, I'm going to take a step first."

He Xiu frowned upon hearing this, and said nothing, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent.

The old Taiwei smiled and said: "You old man, it seems that you have no chance to beat me again!"

He Xiu remained silent.

"Hey, what are you doing with a bitter face, isn't it because of sadness in your heart?"

"Heh, you old thief is dead, I will only listen to music and dance in the mansion!"

"Hahaha, tell me, we have fought all our lives, can we still meet in the Netherworld after we die?"

He Xiu gave him a disdainful glance, and said: "I don't want to meet you again. When you were young, you were with Liu Shu and opposed me. Today, without Liu Shu, you and I are still like fire and water."

"Do you still remember that beautiful lady of the Yang family?!"

"Hahaha, of course I remember!"

The two suddenly started talking in the house, talking very happily, recalling many things, I am afraid that they themselves did not think how harmonious and happy they are now, this scene is unbelievable, the two talked again After a long time, the old Taiwei was seriously ill, and gradually he was still a little tired, and his eyes couldn't open. He Xiu stood beside the bed, watched quietly for a moment, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Old man!"

"kindness?"

"Let's make another bet, bet on which of us will die first, if you lose, then come to my spirit, kowtow and cry, okay?"

He Xiu stood quietly for a moment.

"it is good!"

Ever since the old Taiwei became seriously ill, the little fat man found that something was wrong with He Xiu. He usually frowned tightly and said nothing, looking worried. The little fat man was suspicious. After making some bet, he shook his head again, even if they made a bet, he couldn't care about it, he just looked forward to it every day, hoping that the old Taiwei would get better soon.

In this court, without the old Taiwei, Wang Fu once again fell into a difficult situation without support. Cao Song and others, no matter in terms of official position or seniority, have not reached the level of the old Taiwei, and cannot support Wang Fu in the temple. Every time, the little fat man can only show up in person to cheer for Wang Funa. These things make the little fat man miss the old Taiwei even more.

In the fourth year of Jianning, in March, the officials were discussing with the court.

Suddenly someone came to see him and cried loudly: Taiwei Liu Ju died.

The little fat man trembled all over, and almost fell down. He resisted the pain in his heart, gritted his teeth, stood silently, and the officials even lowered their heads, weeping in a low voice.

turn around,

He Xiu stood alone by the side, he was standing sluggishly, suddenly, tears kept falling from his eyes, weeping softly like a child, and kept wiping the tears off his face, his whole body twitched.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the little fat man,
"This time, I...I want to lose. I don't want to. Win!"

He Xiu hugged his head in pain, tears streaming down his face.

Good luck, old captain.

　It may be that I have invested in every character, writing and writing, crying myself, alas, it is really shameful
　　
　
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