As soon as the first snow in Guanzhong stopped, Sima Zhao took Wang Shuang and left secretly.

Feng Junhou didn't do much to stop him, let alone to hold him back.

Although according to Zhang Xiaosi's analysis, Sima Yi's move may not only be due to pressure from Cao Shuang, but also to win people's hearts.

But he may not have the intention to cast stones on the Han side in advance to ask for directions.

But in Feng Junhou's opinion, Sima Yi's throwing stones at the enemy might just be to make a splash and listen to the noise.

I mean, I've been here before and you look familiar.

Of course, it is also possible to make Sima Zhao look familiar.

After all, Sima Yi is now the Taifu and Assistant Minister of Wei State. Except for Cao Shuang, he has no other high position and power.

Not only does he have more than 100,000 elite soldiers, he even has Luoyang, the nominal capital of Wei State, in his hands...

If you want someone to take the initiative to surrender troops and land, is it reasonable not to offer a high price?

Granting the title of Duke is probably a bit reluctant, but granting the title of King is more or less the same.

After all, he is still a de facto prince.

The question is, does Adou dare to give it?

Even if Adou dared to give it, would Sima Yi dare to ask for it?

If he really dared to do it, his skull might have been ripped off before his butt was even hot.

Although the title of Marquis has become less and less valuable at this time, Duke is an extremely rare title.

There are so many people in the Han Dynasty. From following the late emperor to the Northern Expedition, they worked hard to survive. How many of them didn't even become a prince?

Not to mention the Duke who is one level higher than Hou, no one in the big Han can get it.

Sima Yi was only a surrendered general, but he could actually be crowned king?

It would be strange if the people below didn't riot.

So Sima Yi had no way out.

Only by forcing him into a truly desperate situation can he possibly cooperate with the big man.

Judging from the current situation, it is still far away.

Therefore, in Feng Junhou's eyes, Sima Yi's affairs were not as important as going to pay homage to the prime minister.

It's clear after the snow, the sun is red in the sky, and the earth is white.

Walking on the road, the silver light is dazzling in front of my eyes, and the rainbow is flashing, like a silver lake covered with clouds.

Feng Junhou personally led Guo Mo to the burial place of the prime minister in Lantian.

Standing at the bottom of the mountain and looking up the mountain, I saw that the mountain was also covered with snow.

The foundation of the originally planned temple for the prime minister at the foot of the mountain has been laid.

Next to the foundation, a greenhouse was built to serve as a temporary sacrificial site at the foot of the mountain.

Feng Junhou pointed to the snow-covered foundations and introduced them to Guo Mo:

"The Prime Minister was very kind to the people of Sichuan. After the Prime Minister passed away, many people worshiped him privately at the intersection, so the Emperor specially ordered to build a temple for the Prime Minister."

"In this way, we can not only comply with the people's wishes, but also eliminate their private sacrifices to avoid violating the law."

Guo Mo looked at the formed foundation and said with emotion:

"The prime minister is a wise prime minister, and the emperor is a wise king!"

Feng Junhou smiled.

I don't know if the little fat man is a wise man, but he can probably afford it if he is benevolent.

Go around the foundation and go up the steps.

The tombkeeper was very diligent and had already cleared the snow from the mountain road.

The branches on the roadside are covered with fluffy snowflakes, and the exquisite ice crystals are like finely carved white jade carvings, just like Qionghua Yushu.

Guo Mo looked around and sighed slightly:

"I remember that ten years ago, the Prime Minister sent me off to the Wei Dynasty by the Han River. He had an appointment with me, but after helping your Majesty to revive the Han Dynasty, he could go back to the mountains and forests, and be proud of the world. Wouldn't it be happy?"

"I didn't expect that with these words still in my ears, the prime minister would already be sleeping in the mountains and forests before the thief was killed!"

Feng Junhou said:

"The Prime Minister's legacy will be carried out by our descendants. Reviving the Han Dynasty and destroying the traitors is the best way to pay tribute to the Prime Minister."

"What the Lord said is true."

We were talking all the way, and before we knew it, we were in front of the Prime Minister's tomb.

Looking at the tombstone standing quietly on the mountain, Guo Mo stepped forward, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and wanted to touch it, but finally stopped.

He finally couldn't control his emotions and burst into tears:

"Prime Minister, you have broken your promise! You promised to wait for me when I come back, drink and talk, and celebrate the revival of the Han Dynasty together."

"Now that I'm back, I even brought you wine, but you're not here anymore. Are you really lying to me?"

As he spoke, Guo Mo began to beat his chest and cry loudly.

Feng Yong stood aside and watched all this quietly without disturbing him.

After a while, the sound of a flute sounded in front of the originally quiet and solemn tomb.

The sound of music together is like a person sighing softly, like morning dew moistening the petals of flowers, and the morning breeze blowing gently on the willow tops.

As the music continues to play, it gives people a sense of freedom and ease.

When Guo Mo, who was still crying bitterly, heard this song, he gradually stopped crying and stood still for a long time.

When the music gradually dissipated until it was no longer audible, there was silence in front of the Prime Minister's tomb, as if you could hear the sound of snow falling from the branches.

After a long time, Guo Mo broke the silence:

"What's the name of this song?"

"Smiling proudly."

"Swordsman?"

"Exactly."

Thinking of Han Shui's parting words, Guo Mo originally thought it was a joke, but he didn't expect that the prime minister actually remembered it in his heart.

As soon as he thought about this, Guo Mo became even more sad and couldn't help himself, murmuring: "It turns out that the Prime Minister has never forgotten..."

Feng Yong whispered:

"Yes, the Prime Minister has never forgotten..."

It is precisely because the Prime Minister has never forgotten that his passing is so sad.

After the worship, the two returned to the foot of the mountain.

Guo Mo suddenly stopped. He looked at the shed where smoke was still coming out, and said:

"Your Majesty, I have something to ask of you."

"Sir, please just say it."

"I want to live here in a cottage and stay with the Prime Minister. If the Prime Minister's Temple is completed in the future, I can do my best, even if it is to guard the gate of the Prime Minister's Temple."

When Feng Yong heard this, he was immediately surprised:

"Sir, you have made great contributions to the imperial court, why do you do this?"

Guo Mo shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"I went to Wei with the intention of dying, but now I am lucky enough to come back. I have no regrets that I can stay here with the Prime Minister for the rest of my life!"

He looked at Feng Junhou again and said, "Although I am stupid, I can still guess how much risk Junhou took in exchanging me back this time."

"If after returning to the Han Dynasty, I no longer know how to restrain myself, I may cause trouble to the princes! It is better to retire now and save the trouble for the court and the princes."

Seeing his firm tone, Feng Junhou knew that he had made up his mind. He couldn't persuade him, so he had to sigh and return in dismay.

All the way back to the house, I still felt that something was stuck in my heart, and I was depressed and depressed.

During dinner, Zhang Xiaosi fed the child, but he didn't know if the child was hungry or not. He kept shaking his head from side to side, making his face covered with food.

Feng Junhou couldn't help but said:

"Don't force-feed your child if he doesn't want to eat. He will eat naturally when he is hungry."

The tone was not very good, and all the wives and concubines were stunned.

Zhang Xiaosi looked over doubtfully:

"Is this a question of whether he is hungry? Now it is a question of teaching him to eat, right?"

Feng Junhou was at a loss for words for a moment and said eloquently:
To be continued...