For a Prosperous World

"Oh." Zhuge Liang returned to God, and smiled a little disappointed, looking at the book at hand and said.

"I pay attention to the news of Mr. Wang, which is hoped to be rewarded to the conferee."

Zhuge Jun nodded. He didn't talk much, but he always paid attention to the tone and look of the human voice. At this time, Zhong Zhong looked different from usual.

He laughed a little: "Brother Zhong has looked at the painting of Shuo Fang Nuo for so many years. Wouldn't he have regarded the gentleman as Shuo Fang Nu?"

From a young age, Zhuge Liang was quick-minded and was good at pleading.

But for a while, Zhu Gejun didn't know what to do.

Some water vapor floated out of the straw curtain. Zhuge Jun looked back and took the teapot from Zhuge Liang's desk.

"The tea is ready. I'll go and add some more to Brother Zhong."

Talking, getting up and leaving.

Zhuge Liang held the Qimen Jiao in his hand and looked down at the courtyard. The trees in the courtyard grew green, and one or two small green buds could be seen faintly.

Looking down, he opened the book again and looked at it.

Xiangxiang, the name of the miscellaneous, is no better than Mr.

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On the side of the river, there are constant vocals in the restaurant.

In the noisy building, there are listeners, drinkers, and gossip.

"Similarly in white?" A Langjun sat in the robe wearing a robe, listening to the people beside him, holding a wine glass, talking to himself, and drinking at his own discretion.

From the attic, the woman who touched Qin looked glanced at Na Meilang from time to time.

Who doesn't want that Zhou Lang to look back on this singer of Jiang Dongzhong?

"Bring a fight, isn't it Xian Xian?"

Zhou Yu shook her glass and leaned on the seat.

It's him, it seems he's already stepped into this mess earlier than himself.

Hehe, I knew he wasn't willing to live on.

As for the rumor of a woman, he should only pretend to be a rumor. The world always likes to pass on some fun words, not to mention that his virtuous brother is indeed a woman.

"Xian, wait for a while."

With a smile in his eyes, he looked up and drank the wine from the glass.

But speaking of it, right?

Well, I want to come. He is younger than me.

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After Dong Zhuo moved to Luoyang, the vassals and horses of the princes remained untouched. Although they remained around Luoyang, most of them were watching the situation.

The situation today is no longer necessary to fight Dong Zhuo, and some princes are even preparing to leave.

What remained was just a banquet in the barracks, at least there was no action at the moment.

Putting his hand gently on the table case, Yuan Shao looked around at the crowd before asking.

"Zhu Gong thought that it was inappropriate to chase Dong Zhuo?"

The princes were silent and half-sounded, and one said, "Yuan Gong, since the beginning of the army, our army has been in battle. Now the soldiers are tired, and it may not be appropriate to chase Dong Zhuo again."

The person's words seemed to be echoed, everyone whispered to each other, and Yuan Shao frowned, but from his look, he was a little moved.

"Zhugong." A voice interrupted the crowd suddenly, and said, "Can the Zhugong listen to me?"

The speaker was Cao Cao, who was sitting at the end and looked at the princes.

"Meng De, please say so."

Yuan Shao raised and raised his hand with a smile. He thought he knew his own friend's sincerity and had good plans. At this time, he wanted to retire.

He looked at Cao Cao, and Cao Cao also looked at him. Yuan Shao's face froze, but Cao Cao's eyes did not look like the person he knew.

"Zhugong." Cao Cao stood up from the desk case and looked at the crowd.

"We have begun to be righteous, and the righteous soldiers have been violent. The masses have been united, so why are the princes! Xiang Dongzhuo leans on the royal family. According to the old capital, the east is facing the world. The palace was burned, the emperor was robbed, the sea was shaken, and I didn't know what to do. At the time of this death, the world was determined by World War I. "

Having said that, he took a deep breath and asked, "Why don't the kings chase?"

All four looked at Cao Cao, but no one answered.

"Meng De." Yuan Shao said out loud.

"The soldiers and horses are tired. Dong Zhuoqi holds the emperor and is good at moving, fearing that there will be variables."

Cao Cao did not respond to Yuan Shao, but instead looked at the crowd and asked, "Don't you chase?"

Still no one answered, he nodded, turned his hands, instead of sitting down, he walked towards the door.

Two words were left.

"Fuck!"

The patriarchs behind Cao Cao had different faces, some were satirical, some were complicated, and some were admired.

This time, Cao Cao's name was told by everyone.

In the barracks.

"Follow the flag!" Gu Nan stood on the barracks of the barracks holding a flag in his hand.

"call!"

With her voice falling, the banner in her hand opened and greeted the party.

Thousands of soldiers in the camp quickly changed direction as the flag waved, and the two sides of the division stood beside the camp.

"call!"

The flag waved down again, and the soldiers gathered from both sides to form a square array.

With each wave of the flag, the array will change rapidly, but it is also limited to gathering and retreating, arrays and teams.

But that's just it, it is already rare for a whole army that can't survive for more than a month.

In the two wars in which the miscellaneous army borrowed by the vassal army was in sight, only 6,000 people remained, but it was enough to be called an army formation.

Xia Houyi and Xia Houyuan stood behind and watched Gu Nan casually put the flag aside and swallowed a mouthful.

That is not the order flag, but the camp flag. It is not usually carried on the ground by cars.

In the end, the gentleman just used it like this, and it was still as if it had been used up.

Although I know that Mr. Wu Yi is not even weaker than Lu Bu.

But looking at the thin appearance of the gentleman, they made them feel that their eighty-nine feet were born in vain.

How heavy the camp flag is, how to lift it.

Secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead, but outside the barracks came alone.

"Sir, Yuanrang, Miaocai."

Cao Cao stood at the gate of the barracks, watching the three men look back at him and smiled.

"Possibly lead at this time?"

In front of the camp, the soldiers and horses lined up and saw the remains of Luoyang City burned out. In the army formation, a banner was erected with the word Cao on it.

Luoyang didn't snow, but it wasn't cold. The nails were frozen, and touching them all made people feel like they were freezing their hands.

Gu Nan rode on the horse, walked beside Cao Cao, and walked through the army.

It's been too long, and it's not a big deal. She didn't remember what history was, but she never expected that Cao Cao would say that he would chase Dong Zhuo at this time, and he would still go forward.

"Why is the general chasing?" Gu Nan looked at Cao Cao puzzledly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She lived for a long time, and she thought she had seen thousands of people, but there were always things she couldn't understand.

Cao Cao looked at the camp flag in the army and asked with a smile.

"Isn't the sir ever saying that he should be in the crusade and make a name for himself in the world?"

"Going here is going to Bo the reputation."

The flag trembled, allowing the sun to pass behind it and fall into the eyes.

Cao Cao retracted his eyes, walked to the front of the army, and pulled out the long sword around his waist.

This is also a fuck, for this Han room, finally give it a try.

"march!"

(End of this chapter) * fo *

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