When Sima Yi came to Zhang Chunhua's courtyard, he saw Mrs. Fu, Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Bai and other concubines, as well as Sima Liang, Sima Qian and other children all arriving, waiting outside Zhang Chunhua's ward.

No matter whether they are really sad in their hearts or not, there is a sad look on everyone's face.

Seeing this scene, Sima Yi frowned slightly and his heart sank subconsciously.

No matter how much I hate Zhang Chunhua, they have been married for many years, not to mention they were in love when they were young.

At this time, Zhang Chunhua was seriously ill, and Sima Yi could not help but feel the same sadness:

In the past few years, hasn't my body been getting older and my energy no longer what it used to be?

Time is not forgiving...

Seeing Sima Yi approaching, all the concubines and children all saluted.

Sima Yi waved his hand and walked towards the inner room.

Perhaps there is such a thing as a couple's heart-to-heart relationship in this world. Although Sima Yi and Zhang Chunhua have long been enemies, as soon as Sima Yi entered the room, Zhang Chunhua, who was already lying on the couch like a dead tree, suddenly opened his eyes.

Seeing Sima Yi looking slovenly, disheveled and haggard, Zhang Chunhua's eyes showed relief and some gloating, and even his voice became stronger:

"You're here?"

Sima Yi stopped a few steps away from the couch and nodded:

"Yes, I'm coming."

Sima Yi didn't like the strong medicinal smell in the room, not to mention that there was an indescribable evil smell constantly emanating from Zhang Chunhua's body and the couch.

This made Sima Yi even more evil in his heart.

Perhaps sensing Sima Yi's unabashed deep disgust for him, Zhang Chunhua's almost lifeless face revealed a trace of self-mockery and resentment:

"If you don't want to, you don't have to come."

"But I'm already here." Sima Yi said with an indifferent expression, "The war is urgent. If my son hadn't begged me, would you have thought that I would be willing to come?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chunhua sarcastically said:

"Yes, if I were not going to die, I would not be able to see you easily."

Sima Yi frowned:

"Are you sick and confused? You and I don't see each other. It's because you went on a hunger strike in the first place, which caused the house to be restless and the children to be uneasy. That's why our husband and wife are at odds and hate each other."

When Zhang Chunhua heard this, his long-sick body almost jumped up from the couch.

At this time, the old thief actually said such cruel words to his face?

Doesn’t he know why he went on a hunger strike in the first place?

She huffed and puffed a few times like a broken bellows, and Zhang Chunhua's withered chest kept rising and falling. It took her a while to calm down again.

Forget it, at this time, what else is there to fight for?

Her eyes fell on Sima Yi again:

"I am about to die! You are in charge of important matters, and I don't dare to delay Alang any longer. I just can't let go of the matter, so I want to ask clearly."

"What's the matter?"

"Is my son safe in Xuchang?"

The "my son" in Zhang Chunhua's mouth naturally refers to Sima Zhao who went to Xuchang to move reinforcements.

Sima Yi nodded:

"Of course everything is fine."

After a pause, he continued, "Don't you write back from Xuchang every month to tell you that you are safe? Why do you still ask me like this?"

The sarcasm in Zhang Chunhua's tone remained unchanged and he said:

"Alang is a very smart man. Is it because the war is not going well and his mind is restless that he didn't even hear what I asked?"

"Alang dares to say that when he sent his son to Xuchang, was he really meant to look for reinforcements?"

Before Sima Zhao went to Xuchang, Zhang Chunhua once said to his son based on his understanding of Sima Yi:

If he had to, Sima Yi might not sacrifice his son's life to find a way out for the Sima family.

Sima Yi was silent.

Seeing Sima Yi standing there without answering, Zhang Chunhua's resentment grew stronger.

But the longer Sima Yi remained silent, the resentment in Zhang Chunhua's eyes turned into pleading:

"I and Alang are husband and wife after all. I gave birth to three sons for Alang. Ziyuan (Sima Shi) was guarding Luoyang for Alang, but he was injured in front of the battle and died before me."

"The third son, Ziliang (Sima Qian), is young and suffers from hysteria (i.e., intermittent mental illness) from time to time. We don't know when it will worsen, and he may not have a good death by then."

"It just so happened that the second son was sent to Xuchang by Alang. Now his safety is uncertain. It's okay that Alang hates me. Do I have to hate my own son too?"

Sima Yi finally said:

"Zi Yuan has passed away. Zi Shang is the leader of all the disciples, and he is also the direct descendant of all the disciples. How can I ignore his safety?"

"If he doesn't have more experience, how will he take over the Sima clan in the future? Don't say anything again!"

Hearing Sima Yi's words, Zhang Chunhua looked at him intently, finally used up his last bit of strength and nodded invisibly:

"Forget it, I'll just trust you one more time."

Sima Yi didn't speak any more, but turned around and walked out.

He didn't see that Zhang Chunhua's eyes behind him had been following his figure.

Her eyes turned from resentment to complexity, and then gradually dimmed, until the last trace of her look disappeared.

At the same time, breathing also stops.

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The death of the Taifu's wife was untimely, because at this time, the entire Taifu's mansion was shrouded in the clouds of war.

When the Han army approached Weize Pass, the news came that Feng personally led the army to attack the city, which made the whole Ye city a little restless.

Feng's reputation for being good at fighting is not inferior to his illustrious and vicious reputation.

Jingxing is one of the most important roads from Jin to Hebei through the Taihang Mountains.

And Weizeguan is the most important gateway to Jingxing. Once it is lost, the Han army will continue to enter Hebei through Jingxing.

Therefore, when the Taifu's wife died of illness and was in mourning, there was a lot of traffic in front of the Taifu's house, and everyone felt like they were mourning for their heirs.

In the eyes of those who don't know, the Taifu's wife is just like his biological mother.

But most of the people who came to express their condolences had ulterior motives:

The thieves are powerful. Can the defender of Weize Pass stop Feng?

If not, when will Taifu personally lead the army there?

In this tense and slightly panic atmosphere, Zhang Chunhua's funeral was kept simple.

Sima Yi, who had taken care of Zhang Chunhua's funeral affairs in just three days, looked even more tired and his body became more and more stooped.

If you put on a farmer's clothes, from a distance, he looks no different from an old farmer who has been carrying heavy burdens all year round and is eventually bent over by the burden.

There is no sign of pampering at all.

The upper half of his body was almost bent over Sima Yi's desk. He squinted his eyes and looked at the official documents sent up below with some difficulty.

After looking at it for a little too long, he felt his eyes were dry and had to rub them with his hands for a while.

After rubbing all the tears out and making your eyes feel more comfortable, you can continue reading.

In fact, most of these official documents are not very important.

The most important thing right now is naturally the battle ahead.

No matter what happens, the battle report must be sent to him as soon as possible. This is the rule set by Sima Yi.

As for the official business that Sima Yi is currently handling, at least most of it would not have been necessary to read in person before.

In a certain county, more than a dozen households of farmers abandoned their farming and fled, and their whereabouts are unknown.

Why did a certain Tuntian Kefu rebel again and were suppressed?

Which county's taxes were not paid on time...

There are many, no major problems, but small troubles continue.

As a veteran of the Four Dynasties, Sima Yi knew one fact:

The Wei Dynasty already had problems during the reign of Emperor Wen.

The problems I am encountering now had already appeared continuously during the reign of Emperor Wen.

In the final analysis, most of the time, these types of problems can be traced back to one root cause, which is local power and aristocratic families.

Of course, now we may also add the Han Dynasty.

The farmers who fled to farm may have been hidden by big households, or they may have fled to the Han Kingdom in the west.
To be continued...