Three Kingdoms

When he was still in later generations, Fei Qian also read the Three Kingdoms, but he only swallowed jujubes and Zhu Bajie ate ginseng fruit. He knew he had read it, but he did not understand its taste, let alone a deep understanding. Now various events and various forms But he had to force Fei Qian to have a deeper understanding of the Three Kingdoms.

Because here, no one can make decisions for Fei Qian. Everything, even the occasional words and deeds, must bear the corresponding responsibility.

In the Han Dynasty, what was valued was a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold, and what was valued was a word of advice.

Words spoken are like water poured out and cannot be changed at will. Like those in later generations who talked nonsense in the name of "outspoken", or who shouted to take back "what they said" when they saw the situation was wrong. In the Han Dynasty, , will basically be despised by others, and will gradually exclude this type of people from the circle.

Why did Yang Biao burst out in mourning as soon as he came up? It was not for anything else, but to put pressure on Fei Qian under this situation and force Fei Qian to say something that he would not say under normal circumstances. words, and then you can naturally climb up the pole...

Fei Qian still remembers that a guy named Yang Zan died here in Bingzhou. How could a creature like the Aristocratic Family, which could hold grudges for several lifetimes, give up so easily?

Therefore, Fei Qian naturally has to be a little more cautious.

Power is like a spiritual drug. After you taste it once, you become addicted.

Xu Shu seemed to feel a little thirsty in the lobby, so he asked the waiter outside the lobby to boil some hot water, and then whispered: "Zhonglang, I think Yang Gong is probably just testing the truth..."

"What kind of reality?" Fei Qian asked.

Xu Shu pondered for a moment, and then said: "There are generally two types of commanders of soldiers. One is led by righteousness. As a nobleman, he is aloof. Even if he has been leading the army for decades, most of the soldiers under him only know what he is. I haven't seen him by name. Secondly, as a soldier, he has the same food and clothing, rewards, authority and punishments. Although he is not noble, once the order is given, no soldier dares to disobey it."

Fei Qian nodded and said: "So, Yang Gong is responsible for righteousness, and Huangfu Song is the one who leads the way? Or..."

Fei Qian glanced at Xu Shu and found that Xu Shu was nodding towards him, indicating that Fei Qian's guess was correct.

"Oh... Hahaha..." Fei Qian couldn't help but laugh, "...I see, that's it! This is really... really..."

Fei Qian didn't know what to say, so he could only shake his head with a wry smile.

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"What a carving..." A scribe sitting on a small and thin donkey looked up at the craftsmen who were still repairing and clicked his tongue a few times. He didn't know what he wanted to express. Feeling or sighing.

The little black and skinny donkey was so dark and skinny that even a few ribs could be seen. But even so, it attracted the attention of many refugees. However, when they saw a short and sturdy man next to the little black donkey, After that, they all lowered their heads again.

The scribe suddenly didn't realize it. He just raised his head and looked east and west.

"Sir, are you going into the city now?" The strong man next to the little black skinny donkey held the reins of the little black skinny donkey in one hand and carried a spear in the other. There was also a baggage hanging on the barrel of the spear. The Gebu robe was tied around the waist with a hemp rope, and a small ax was attached. Although the weather was not very warm, the exposed arms were extremely strong.

"Ah... go in, of course, into the city!" the scribe said unsteadily.

"Good luck!" the strong man said, and then he tried to pull the little skinny donkey forward. However, the little skinny donkey, perhaps tired from walking or hungry, refused to move where he was, straining his limbs and letting the strong man do it. It was pulled so hard that four hoof marks were left on the ground, but it just refused to move forward.

"You stupid ass!" The strong man was furious, turned around and cursed. Then he realized something and hurriedly said to the scribe, "Ah... Young Master, I didn't mean you..."

The scribe sighed, waved his hand, indicating that he didn't have to worry about it, then raised his legs, jumped off the little donkey, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

The strong man hurriedly tried to follow, but the little skinny donkey refused to move. So he was anxious and angry, so he bent down and put the little skinny donkey on his shoulders, regardless of the little skinny donkey's screams. Miserable, he spread his legs and chased forward.

"Where did they come from? What are you doing here? Are you here to sell donkeys?" The soldiers guarding the city looked at the scribe up and down, and then looked at the strong man carrying the thin donkey following him, and he couldn't help laughing. , coughed twice quickly, and asked seriously.

The scribe took out a transfer document from his arms, handed it to the team leader on duty at the city gate, and said: "No, no, this is a man from Chen Liu who traveled to the city. He traveled far and wide, and heard that the Hun Zhonglang recovered Yinshan, I want to go and see what the champion has left behind."

"Hmm...that's it..." The team leader probably understood the meaning, then looked at the approval document from the office, and waved his hand to let the scribes enter.

Seeing the scribe and the strong man staggering in, the scribe and the strong man staggered in. The soldier on the side couldn't understand what the scribe said just now, so he came up and asked: "Boss, where did this come from? It's really It’s so weird...Tsk, tsk, you’re still carrying a donkey, is this a man riding a donkey or a donkey riding a man..."

"Haha... what do you know? Do you know about studying abroad?" The team leader couldn't help laughing twice, then quickly stopped laughing and scolded, "Who knows who can study abroad? You brat, stop chirping, hurry up Go ahead and do whatever you have to do!”

The scribe walked a few steps and looked back to see that the strong man was still carrying the thin donkey. He couldn't help but shake his head, and then asked the strong man to put the donkey down. Then he asked the strong man to take a piece of flour cake from the bag, tie it with a rope, and hang it on the bag. On top of the spear, he tied the spear to the skinny donkey, causing the dough pancake to swing in front of the skinny donkey...

"Okay...don't worry about it, let's go..." The scribe smiled, and then climbed on the donkey's back again.

The thin donkey was tempted by the pancake, and forgot about what he had refused to do before. He took a step forward and stretched out his head to reach for the piece of pancake. However, he found that there seemed to be a little distance, so he took another step forward. …

The strong man laughed loudly and said, "Young master, this is a great method! This stupid donkey should have been rectified long ago!"

The scribe did not respond, he just raised his eyes and looked forward.

The Diao Yin Palace is not big, and the streets are three horizontally and two vertically, simple and clear. The Diao Yin Mansion located in the city is extremely obvious. In front of the gate of the government office, several sergeants stood straight.

"Finally it's here..." The scribe took out a letter from the bag and handed it to the strong man, asking him to deliver it to the government office gate.

Seeing the strong man coming forward with the famous tattoo, the scribe lowered his gaze slightly, looked at the thin donkey who was still trying to stretch his neck to bite the dough, and murmured in a low voice: "... I hope he is a guy with a long-term perspective. ...Don't be like you..."