Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

There are several Chaling Restaurants in Yecheng.

But the ones with the most contacts are still at the north and south gates.

Although the prices of wine and food are on the expensive side, due to the tight location and the grandeur of the building, as well as the new flavor of the stir-fried dishes sold in recent months, many dignitaries from Yecheng come here to have a drink or simply hire a chef. Come to the house and take charge.

Those who are not short of money will go upstairs to order two dishes, drink slowly and watch the street view, but more people still choose to share two dishes with three or five people, order a few bottles of wine, and find a place on the first floor to sit and discuss the situation.

How far the war against the thief Liu has come, what new things are coming from Jiangdong, which musician the emperor summoned yesterday, etc., are all topics that can be chatted about.

And seeing another messenger entering the city and rushing towards the government office, it was inevitable that there would be another discussion on the first floor.

"Is this the messenger from Shangdang?"

"Where else could it be?"

"Hey, the Prime Minister has been begging for thieves for two years. How come he keeps begging for more and more?"

"Hush, be careful!"

"Hey, what is there to be cautious about? Can the bandit army really fight back from Shangdang? I also went to Jiuyuan for business. There are four important fortresses of Wu'an, Shexian, Luxian and Huguan, and there are hundreds of thousands of troops. It may not be possible! Otherwise, why wouldn’t Yecheng send troops to Shangdang? That means the emperor is not afraid of traitors at all!”

"Shit! Who doesn't know that the leader of the bandits is the emperor's uncle? How can any nephew be afraid of his uncle?"

"That's right, it's too late to get close... We don't know who is afraid of banditry."

"This man must be too drunk. It's better to pay the money and go back to sober up."

"Who is afraid of traitors? I am not afraid of traitors..."

"If you ask me, the roads over to Shangdang are all bad. Even if the gate is opened, how many thieves can come over? I'm afraid the southwest is the big problem right now. The cousin of the uncle of a nephew of mine said that Yecheng was transferred to Hanoi There are several waves of elite soldiers.”

"That's right. Hangu Pass is said to be a famous pass in the world, but it turns out to be like being squeezed into mud. It will overturn when you poke it with a hemp stick."

"If the traitor soldiers cross the Yellow River, they will have a good time. Compared with this, the Shangdang is insignificant."

"The Tiger Guard is coming! Silence!"

So the hall, which had been bustling with people just now, fell silent for an instant.

Fortunately, this group of Tiger Guards just ordered a few dishes and sat down to have a drink in the hall. The group of people in the hall who had just been talking eloquently waited for them to finish their meals quickly and leave.

The leader of the Tiger Guard spat disdainfully at the figures who were leaving in a hurry:

"If you don't think about serving the country and killing thieves, you will only talk and talk!"

At this moment, the Tiger Guards heard a "squeaking" sound behind them, and a young man in a brocade robe steadily came down from upstairs.

Then the captain of the Tiger Guards suddenly changed his expression:

"When I went out today, I saw a magpie chirping on a branch. Now I realize that it was a reminder to me that I can meet a noble person today!"

"I haven't seen you for a long time. Marquis Xuanwei is still as charming as ever. Is there any place where you can use your brothers?"

So the young man in brocade robes also smiled politely:

"The King's leader doesn't need to be so talented. Now that I have met... my boss, all the expenses of these brothers will be charged to my account."

"Marquis Xuanwei is the birthright. The Lord said that Marquis Xuanwei is his brother."

"Since we are our brothers, what does it mean to treat him to a drink?"

The two shied away for a while, and finally made a verbal appointment to have a drink together next time before saying goodbye to each other.

After sitting down again, someone in the Tiger Guard team was curious:

"Team leader, this Marquis Xuanwei is just a man who is under the shadow of his father. Why is he so polite?"

The team leader looked around, made sure that Marquis Xuanwei was far away, and then stretched out his hand to signal to the restaurant owner:

"Two more jars of spring sweet wine! Choose some expensive dishes and serve them to the brothers! Mark them in Marquis Xuanwei's account."

Then he just made a "ho" sound and said:

"Although Marquis Xuanwei has no prominent position, he is a close friend of Cao Cao of Wei who is famous in Ye City."

"Moreover, most of you don't know that Marquis Xuanwei has an elder, to whom both Prime Minister Cao and the lord must show courtesy."

Several other Tiger Guards were very curious, but the leader of the team kept silent at this point and just greeted them to eat food.

After leaving the Chaling Restaurant and getting on the carriage, the young man in brocade robes sat in the carriage and listened to the hawking on the street outside, but his heart seemed to be burning more and more like a wildfire.

Two streets away was his own mansion. The concierge said he had a visitor, and after asking for his name, he welcomed him in with a big smile:

"Zijing is here, why don't you send someone to call me! Why am I waiting here in misery!"

Then the young man who was admiring the flowers in the courtyard with his hands behind his back also turned around.

His face is clean and his beard and sideburns are neatly trimmed, making it difficult for anyone to feel bad about him.

He is not very handsome, but his eyes seem to be smiling at all times, and the corners of his mouth are raised just right, forming a face that makes it easy for people to like him at first sight.

"Marquis Xuanwei."

The young man in brocade robe feigned anger:

"Wei Xi!"

Wei Xi simply stepped forward and grabbed the hands of Marquis Xuanwei:

"Why is Zhang Quan angry with me?"

Then Zhang Xiu's son Zhang Quan suddenly lost all his unhappiness, and the wildfire in his heart suddenly burst out:

"I'm not angry with you, I'm just..."

These words were immediately stopped by Wei Xi:

"The sun is very strong here, let's go in and talk."

After the two of them entered the room and retreated, before Zhang Quan could say anything, Wei Xi smiled lightly:

"Zhang Quan, the noble man has decided to cause trouble."

Zhang Quan was immediately overjoyed:

"really?"

The wildfire in my heart suddenly disappeared, replaced by a touch of anxiety:

"But...the eldest father still doesn't want to see me."

Wei Feng seemed to have been prepared, and took out a letter and said:

"You haven't got a courtesy name yet. Everyone knows that you and Jia Taizhong have a deep friendship. It's appropriate for Jia Taizhong to give you a courtesy name."

"This is a letter of invitation. Don't open it privately. Send it directly to Jia Taizhong's house. Whether it succeeds or not, I will do my best."

Since it has been arranged to this point, Zhang Quan was immediately moved. He immediately took Wei Feng's hand and said:

"Zijing, don't worry. Even if this letter fails, I can just climb over the wall and get in! Grandfather will never reject me."

"That's not necessary." Wei Feng smiled and shook his head:

"We are doing things for justice. How can we force others to do things so hard?"

So Zhang Quan admired him even more.

Fortunately, to his relief, Wei Feng's letter was indeed effective. At dusk, a carriage stopped in front of Xuanwei Hou's house and asked Zhang Quan to come.

Wei Feng was not suitable to stay for long, so he had already left. Zhang Quan could only suppress his excitement and boarded the carriage. After a short bumpy ride, the carriage turned into a secluded alley. Zhang Quan still remembered this road. When his father was still alive, he often took him to visit.

At that time, his father asked him to worship him as his grandfather. At that time, his grandfather just smiled and said nothing.

Now that they met again, Zhang Quan could no longer remember how many years ago they last met. Five years? Seven years?

After getting off the carriage, he was led by a servant through two corridors. In the end, he saw a simple hall that could be called plain, and a somewhat hunched back.

Zhang Quan took two steps forward, and suddenly all the fire in his heart disappeared.

Taking two more steps forward, thinking of his mother whose appearance he could no longer remember and his deceased father, as well as the fact that he was now the only one in the Xuanwei Marquisate, Zhang Quan knelt down involuntarily:

"Grandfather..."

Looking back, seeing the young man kneeling on the ground who looked very much like his old friend, and the tears dripping on the floor, Jia Xu was silent for a while and said softly:

"Get up."

"Tell me... about your plan to get rid of the thieves."

At this time, Zhang Quan wiped his face twice, anxiously He said:

"This is dangerous, what should I do, my father? I will jump over the wall later, and no one will know I am here."

Shaking his head, Jia Xu smiled:

"Then Quan'er will allow an old man to send your soul to the underworld?"

"Go wash up and come back to eat."

Zhang Quan got up hesitantly and saw the letter in front of Jia Xu. He still remembered the envelope, but the handwriting on the letter was beautiful, not the handwriting of Wei Feng that he was familiar with.

There was also a broken jade pendant on the letter, and you could vaguely see the shape of a phoenix.

No wonder he was suspicious that the letter was quite heavy... No!

Zhang Quan was also suddenly alert. He was afraid that Wei Zijing's words about writing a letter for his father to give him a courtesy name were not true.