那场赤壁的烟火散尽后,许都的冬来得比往年早。
腊月初三的清晨,霜压瓦脊,丞相府西侧的几株老梅枝头挂了白,枝条僵在寒风里,纹丝不动。诸葛亮坐在偏厅,手边一碗热汤渐渐凉了,他没有去喝,只是捧着一卷北方屯田的册子,逐行逐字地看,用朱笔在旁白处落着细小的批注。
阿木蹑手蹑脚进来添炭,见那碗汤还原封未动,低声道:"先生,汤凉了。"
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