"Changbanpo, Dangyang Road, out of a million soldiers, you saved Adou." Zhuge Liang's eyes became distant, "The former master said he was doing it for you when he threw Adou, but in fact... It was actually a way for him to win people's hearts. You can see that, But you don't say anything. You know everything, but you don't say anything. You don't take credit, you don't blame, you don't form factions, and you don't seek selfishness. You have been with the First Master for thirty years, and you have never asked for anything. "
Zhao Yun lowered his head and did not answer.
"I'm not as good as you." Zhuge Liang suddenly said.
"Prime Minister..."
"I have seen too clearly, and I have thought too much." Zhuge Liang sighed, "You are different. You see clearly, but you don't want to think too much. You just guard that gun and the simplest principles. Loyalty, righteousness, courage, and trust. These are the four words for the rest of your life."
He let go of Zhao Yun's hand and took out a brochure bag from the pillow.
"I watched the sky at night and saw something." Zhuge Liang's voice became lower and lower, "Your life should not stop here. Maybe... Maybe there is a big battle waiting for you. That battle is more dangerous than Changban Slope and more difficult than Han River."
Zhao Yun took the kit but did not open it.
"Zilong," Zhuge Liang closed his eyes, "Let's go. While I can still watch you go."
Zhao Yun knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. His forehead touched the ground, and there was a popping sound.
He stood up, turned around and walked out of the tent.
The autumn wind was blowing hard, making his shirt rustle. He walked to his horse. The horse was already too old to run, but when it saw him, it still nuzzled his shoulder.
