Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"My home is not far from here. I have several younger brothers and sisters who need to study during the day, so I hosted you at the inn. If you don't mind, Prime Minister, please stay at my home."

"Miss Su, what are you talking about? You treated us well and we are grateful to you so much. How can we despise you?" Huang Yueying said.

"It's so kind of you two to visit my humble home!"

Su Jiahe called a car and happily took the Zhuge couple back to the villa.

At this time, Daji and the three boys had finished class. Seeing that Su Jiahe and He Shuangqing had not gone home, they had no choice but to order a KFC family bucket meal and were sitting around the table eating fried chicken.

"Sister Su, Sister He, you're finally back." Daji saw the group and quickly stood up and ran over. "You two must be new tourists, right? We ordered too much from the set meal, so we can't finish it all. Let's eat together."

When the three boys saw the new tourists coming, they put down the fried chicken in their hands, wiped their hands, and stood in a row politely to greet them.

"Miss Su, are these all your brothers and sisters?" Zhuge Liang looked at the little radish heads on the ground with loving eyes.

"Prime Minister, in fact, I am the only one in this room who is from the present generation. They are all like you, who have traveled from the past. However, I saw that their life stories were pitiful, so I stayed."

"So that's how it is. Miss Su is really kind-hearted." Huang Yueying said.

"Sister Su, who are these two?" Daji asked.

"Let me introduce them to you," Su Jiahe said to Daji and the three boys, "These two are the famous Prime Minister Zhuge of Shu Han and his wife."

Although Daji was born before the Three Kingdoms period, after two months of living in the future, she had already known Zhuge Liang's reputation.

"So this is Prime Minister Zhuge." Daji's eyes sparkled with admiration. "People say you are incredibly wise and loyal, a true sage of all time."

"Miss, you are too kind to praise me. I am unworthy of your praise." Zhuge Liang bowed and said modestly.

At this moment, all three boys were stunned, tears in their eyes.

"What's wrong?" Su Jiahe found the reactions of the three people a little strange.

"Greetings, Prime Minister Zhuge!" The three boys suddenly stepped forward together and knelt at Zhuge Liang's feet.

"Please get up, please get up!" The Zhuge couple hurriedly bent over to support the three boys, but none of them were willing to get up.

"What are you doing..." Su Jiahe was frightened by the actions of the three people and was suddenly at a loss.

She knew that Zhuge Liang was highly regarded in later generations and admired by many people, but the three boys were all from royal families, so how could they kneel down so easily?

"Prime Minister Zhuge, we are descendants of the Han Dynasty." Liu Zhun hugged Zhuge Liang's legs and burst into tears. Liu Ziran and Liu Zixun were also wiping their tears.

"Descendants of the Han Dynasty?" Zhuge Liang was stunned.

"Yes, we all have the surname Liu," said Liu Zixun.

"Ah?" Zhuge Liang and his wife were suddenly shocked and fell to their knees on the ground with a thud.

"You are descendants of the royal family, how can you kneel down and worship a subject? Get up quickly, get up quickly."

Looking at the group of people kneeling on the ground, Su Jiahe and the others were completely stunned.

"Aren't you from Liu Song? How come you are descendants of the Han Dynasty?" Su Jiahe asked the three boys.

"The first emperor of the Song Dynasty is a descendant of Emperor Gaozu of Han, so naturally we are too." Liu Ziran knelt on the ground and turned to explain to Su Jiahe.

"Oh, so that's how it is. It's all my fault for not being a good history student." Su Jiahe said apologetically, "But don't kneel here anymore. Sit down and talk."

Su Jiahe, He Shuangqing and Daji helped them up. They sat on the sofa, but they couldn't stop crying.

"Three young masters, I wonder which generation of the Han Dynasty you are from. How is the Han Dynasty doing now?" Zhuge Liang asked.

Hearing Zhuge Liang's question, the three boys cried even harder and could hardly speak.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Zhuge Liang frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart.

Su Jiahe came to Zhuge Liang and whispered, "Prime Minister, many things happened in the future that I haven't had time to tell you. You will know in a moment, but please stay calm."

At this time, Su Jiahe already had some quick-acting heart pills ready in his hand.

"Miss Su, can you tell me what happened to the Han Dynasty later?" Zhuge Liang looked worried.

"Prime Minister, future generations have let down our ancestors, and the Han Dynasty is doomed!" Liu Zhun was already crying out of breath.

Unexpectedly, Zhuge Liang was not very excited when he heard the news.

"Alas, I failed to restore the Han Dynasty in the end." A tear slowly slid down Zhuge Liang's face.

"Forget it, the rise and fall of dynasties is common. We have done our best, so don't be sad." Huang Yueying took a handkerchief and gently wiped away Zhuge Liang's tears.

Looking at the sad scene, He Shuangqing, who was sitting aside, couldn't help crying.

"Can you tell me, at whose hands did the Great Shu finally perish, and when was the Liu Song Dynasty established?" Zhuge Liang asked calmly.

"Prime Minister, in the tenth year of Jianxing, you died before you could accomplish your mission. You died of illness at Wuzhangyuan. Thirty-one years later, Shu Han was destroyed." Liu Zhun said while sobbing.

When Huang Yueying heard this, her expression suddenly changed and her eyes were filled with sadness.

"Husband, there are only four years left."

"Alas, God has not given me a long life." Zhuge Liang sighed, "My poor son Adou has endured thirty-one years of hardship alone."

"Later, that old scoundrel Sima took over the empire and changed the era name to Jin," Liu Zhun continued. "One hundred and sixty years after the fall of Shu Han, our great-grandfather, Emperor Liu Yu, established the Song Dynasty in the south. While he was still alive, he intended to launch a northern expedition, but died of illness."

After hearing Liu Zhun's words, a hint of relief flashed in Zhuge Liang's eyes.

"More than a hundred years later, the descendants of the Han Dynasty still remember the Northern Expedition. Their ambition is commendable."

"But..." Liu Zhun suddenly lowered his head, not daring to meet Zhuge Liang's gaze.

"Later, the Song Dynasty fell into chaos. Not only did it fail to complete its Northern Expedition, but it also fell in less than 60 years. This generation is the last emperor. I really feel sorry for our ancestors."

Liu Zhun burst into tears again. Liu Ziluan and Liu Zixun sat on both sides of him, leaning on his shoulders and crying together.

"Okay, I don't blame you." Zhuge Liang walked over and wiped the tears from the three boys. "You are still children. The rise and fall of a country should not be borne by you."

"I was originally a puppet emperor supported by powerful officials. Later, they usurped the throne and placed me under house arrest. If Sister Su hadn't taken me in, I would have died a violent death." Liu Zhun said with great grievance, "Prime Minister, it would be great if the Song Dynasty also had you."

When Liu Zhun said this, Su Jiahe was also moved.

Yes, Zhuge Liang is the wise minister that many emperors in ancient and modern times have dreamed of.

At this time, Huang Yueying gently patted Zhuge Liang on the shoulder.

"Husband, the Northern Expedition is imminent, and you still..."

"Madam, please don't say anymore. I will still go." Zhuge Liang said firmly.

"I know I will lose, but I cannot betray my lord."