The Uncensored Book of Han Jing: a Record of Group Portraits of the Shu Han Dynasty

When Liu Bei opened his eyes, he saw that the blood stains on Zhuge Liang's sleeves had turned brown. It was when the imperial doctor who he had laid on the Prime Minister's lapel quietly shook his head three months ago when Yi Ting was defeated. It was the same as when Cao Cao's medical officer saw Dong Cheng's body in Xudu twenty years ago. "Your Majesty." Zhuge Liang's voice was hoarse than yesterday. The ropes on the slips in his hands were replaced with black silk. This was a regulation only used for emergency documents at the Chancellor's Desk. "Did Soochow regret it again?" Liu Bei tried to sit up, but the gauze on his ribs collapsed. The familiar sound of pounding medicine came from outside the tent. It was Zhao Yun personally tending the medicine mortar. This Changshan general had not removed his armor for more than half an hour since he was picked up from Jiangzhou. "It's Li Zhengfang." Zhuge Liang unfolded the document, "The princes of Duxiang wrote a letter saying that the grain road from Hanzhong to Baidi is rainy, which may delay the August period. It is recommended... To postpone the military deployment." Liu Bei's skinny fingers drew a water mark on the brocade quilt. He suddenly remembered what Fazheng said while hiding behind the screen of the Fucheng Posthouse before entering Shu in the 16th year of Jian'an: "Liu Jiyu has only Li Yan who is truly a hero, but a hero must first respect himself." It was also damp outside the window at that time, and mold spots from Yizhou crawled out tortoiseshell patterns on the beams. "What does the Prime Minister think?" "I have transferred more than 30,000 dendrobium from Jiangzhou's treasury to march westward." Zhuge Liang paused for a moment, "However, Zhengfang's concerns are not false. Since Zhangwu's first year of conquering Wu, three or four out of ten young people in Brazil and Badong have died. This spring, barnyard grass grows on the plow and hoe." Silence, wrapped in salty air, poured in from Kuimen. Liu Bei heard soldiers singing "Wushan Gao" outside the palace wall. It was a labor song composed by Wang when he was re-elected as the captain of the Yanfu School. Now every line is like tearing the warp and weft of the Shu Brocade.