It can be seen that after receiving the news that Zhuge Jin was seriously ill, he probably didn't make any preparations. He didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he rushed over day and night.

Otherwise, I would definitely not come here wearing fancy clothes that are not suitable for traveling far away.

It was probably the heart-to-heart connection between father and son, and more likely it was Zhuge Rong's calling that woke up Zhuge Jin who was in a coma.

But seeing Zhuge Jin who had been silent, his eyelids trembled a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

"My lord? My lord?"

Seeing that his master had woken up, Zhuge Rong lowered his voice subconsciously, as if he was afraid that by accident, Zhuge Jin would fall into drowsiness again.

Zhuge Jin did not wake up completely immediately, but saw his withered lips move, and an unclear "ho ho" sound came from deep in his throat.

After a while, a weak voice sounded:

"Sanlang? Is it Sanlang? Is Sanlang here?"

"Sir, it's me, I'm here!"

Zhuge Rong grabbed Zhuge Jin's withered hand and said repeatedly, "Sir, how are you?"

Zhuge Jin tilted his head with some difficulty, trying to see clearly what his youngest son looked like.

Seeing this, Zhuge Rong quickly stood up and bowed his body so that adults could see him easily.

Zhuge Jin's gray and turbid eyes rolled around for a while, and then he asked:

"How is the war going in Hefei? Have you ever seen Yuan Xun?"

Zhuge Rong did not expect that Zhuge Jin would ask this question as soon as he opened his mouth. He was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied:

"Back to your lord, when I came from Jianye, I heard that the chief governor (i.e. Quan Cong) and his elder brother (i.e. Zhuge Ke) had led their troops eastward to join your majesty at Chaohu Lake."

"Your Majesty is still in Chaohu and has not withdrawn his troops?"

"The troops haven't retreated yet. I heard they are confronting the thieves in Chaohu."

"It's better if we don't retreat...cough cough cough..."

Zhuge Jin suddenly coughed.

"grown ups!"

"Alas!" Zhuge Jin sighed after regaining his breath, "I'm afraid I won't be able to follow Your Majesty anymore!"

When Zhuge Rong heard this, he couldn't help but feel sad. He couldn't help crying anymore and said with a tearful voice:

"Sir, don't say that. Just rest in peace and recuperate, and you will definitely get better!"

"My life is over, how can I force it? There is a letter under my pillow, which details the arrangements for my funeral. You can just act according to the letter when the time comes."

Zhuge Jin was open-minded. He looked at his youngest son and said:

"After my death, I only need to put it in a plain coffin to be buried in time. Please save everything and don't give me a grand burial. Remember this!"

Zhuge Jin is not as talented as his younger brother Zhuge Liang, but he always pays attention to morality.

And his eldest son Zhuge Ke was obsessed with fame and had already been granted the title of Marquis at a young age.

The second son, Zhuge Qiao, was adopted by Zhuge Liang. Although his talent was not as good as Zhuge Ke's, his character and karma were better than his.

Both father and son are of high quality. They do not value pleasure and have no ornaments on their daily lives.

Only the third son Zhuge Rong, who was also the youngest son of Zhuge Jin, was not only very different from his father, but also had no resemblance to his elder brother.

Loves luxury and loves brocade and embroidered clothes.

He is knowledgeable but not good in literature, and cannot bear the hardships in martial arts. He likes to throw pots, bows and bullets with guests for fun.

It can be said that it is neither up nor down.

However, as the youngest son of a wealthy family, he was protected by his father and brother, had no worries about food and clothing, and was destined to inherit Zhuge Jin's title early on.

(Zhuge Ke has already been granted the title of Marquis)

As a standard second-generation official, Zhuge Rong could live a wealthy life without struggling.

It is human nature to live a mixed life eating and drinking.

However, in Zhuge Jin's opinion, although the youngest son is the most inconspicuous among the three children, he is better than him because of his generous temperament, filial piety and obedience.

Yuan Xun (i.e. Zhuge Ke) was indeed outstanding in talent and won the trust of His Majesty, but he was too sharp-edged and had a willful temperament.

I'm afraid it will bring trouble to the family in the future.

It was precisely because he knew the habits of his two sons that Zhuge Jin specifically ordered his younger son to bury him in a low-key manner in front of the bed, so as to leave more legacy to them.

After he finished explaining to Zhuge Rong, he called again:

"Is Zishan here?"

Bu Zhao, who had the highest status among the generals, heard the words and quickly stepped forward and said softly:

"General, I'm here."

I don’t know if he said something, but he finally regained his breath, and Zhuge Jin’s energy seemed to have recovered.

His eyes, which were originally a little cloudy, now became brighter.

At the same time, the face is a little more rosy.

Speak more fluently:

"Zishan, after I die, remember to send your horse immediately and notify the general as soon as possible."

"Also, we must hold a grand funeral in the army so that the Wei thieves know that I am no longer alive..."

When Bu Zhi heard this, his heart was shocked.

Looking at the withered and thin general on the couch, Bu Zhi felt that his throat was clogged. He was speechless for a moment and could only nod his head heavily.

"With my life, in exchange for Da Wu taking Xiangyang, what regrets do I, Zhuge Jin, have..."

As soon as these words came out, all the generals in the tent knelt down and cried out: "General!"

In May of the fourth year of Yanxi, Zhuge Jin, the great general of Wu State, died of illness while attacking Peizhong.

Bu Zhao followed Zhuge Jin's instructions before his death, and the whole army changed their clothes in mourning, raised flags in mourning, and all the generals wore plain linen mourning clothes.

The army lost its commander, Bu Zhao temporarily took over the military power and led the army to retreat.

The general of the Wei army in Tiaozhong was worried about the abnormal behavior of the Wu invaders. Now he suddenly received the news that it turned out that the leader of the thieves, Zhuge Jin, had died of illness.

He was overjoyed, but also worried that it was a trick by Wu Kou. It was not until he saw Wu Kou began to retreat that he believed that Zhuge Jin was really dead.

"God bless the Wei Dynasty, God bless the Wei Dynasty!"

The guard general in Piaozhong cried with joy and quickly sent a messenger to deliver this great news to Xiangyang.

Then it spread from Xiangyang to Wancheng, Xuchang, Caoqiaoguan...

Just when the news of Zhuge Jin's death spread throughout Jingzhou, a boat sailed from Jianye, carrying urgent news, and delivered it to Sun Quan, who had been staying in Chaohu:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not well. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has passed away!"

"What did you say!"

Sun Quan suddenly heard the bad news and felt his head thumping and his ears buzzing.

But I saw him staying in his position like a withered tree. After a while, he suddenly stood up. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

It turned out that Sun Quan's legs were weak and he could not stand for a while.

"His Majesty……"

"Go away!"

Sun Quan's eyes were red and he pushed away the palace servant who wanted to help him.

He ignored etiquette, staggered a few steps, reached out and grabbed the memorial held by the messenger, and eagerly wanted to spread it out and read it.

However, my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't shake them off several times.

After shaking it open, he wanted to hold it up and read it, but the thin silk seemed to be so heavy that he couldn't hold it steady.

"I am in a stateless state, holding a baby in my arms because of my illness. I reflect on my own inferiority and am afraid of death. I don't pity myself. I think that I will be separated and supported. I will bury my body in the earth behind me. I will no longer worship the palace. I will make pilgrimages to the sun and the moon. My life will be useless."

The death of your Majesty in your country is a great loss, and I take this as a source of sorrow..."

This is a memorial written by the prince before his death, which can also be said to be a suicide note.

It was Sun Deng who specifically ordered him to wait until he died before delivering it to Sun Quan.

He originally wanted to delay for a while, waiting for the war in the north to end.

But in the end, I still couldn't make it to that day.

Sun Quan only saw half of it and burst into tears.

Tears fell on the silk, and Sun Quan cried loudly:
Chapter completed!