Cao Cao did not find the lover of his dreams, so he and the potter left disappointed.

In fact, this is also normal, a fire in Luoyang City was burned to ruins by Dong Zhuo, and most of the people were basically moved to Chang'an, even if they were lucky enough to hide and stay, they would die for a lifetime.

The potter felt that Cao Cao's search for someone was purely superfluous...... That woman is a dancer, not a martial artist, so how can she survive alone? It's better to find her than to find Ip Man.

was originally living a life of "Wuling is young and entangled, and a song of red silk is unknown...... The dancer is now in trouble, and it is difficult to say whether there are even bones or not, and the potter is also very sad for the warbler.

But since there is a wild history about the two of them in later generations, maybe Cao Cao will still meet this woman after all, right? Although because of his arrival, the butterfly effect has had a more or less impact on this era.

Anyway, it's a good thing to find it, and it's a good thing to not find it, after all, Boss Cao came to Luoyang to dig up the famous corner, and after a few years, he will knit him a beautiful green top hat, and it is the kind that never leaves his head.

Cao Cao's mood didn't seem to be very good, and he didn't rush back to the barracks, saying that he was going to relax.

The potter ignored him and yawned goodbye to Cao Cao...... After tossing for a night, he was really sleepy - Cao Cao wanted to be a demon and went by himself, and the pottery merchant didn't have the time to accompany him to sleep all day long.

After making a difference from Cao Cao, the pottery merchant led Xu Chu and others to Situ's mansion, and Wang Yun stayed with Yuan Shao for the time being...... But on his side, he had to take Diao Chan back to the barracks and settle down first...... Of course, the most important thing is to see if she can find the color head she hid in Situ's mansion.

If she really finds it, let her pay the lottery money first...... In these years, the landlord's family has no surplus grain, and he can't afford to support the flower girl who eats white food.

The group moved to Wang Yun's former Situ Mansion.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of Situ's mansion, the potter's heart was half cold.

After the baptism of a fire, Situ Mansion burned not much brighter than the "Fangze Pavilion", the ruins and broken walls, the rotten wood was blackened, and it felt that it was not much with the mass graves that had not been repaired for a hundred years...... It's hard to find something in there.

At this time, suddenly there was an elegant sound of the piano from the mansion, and the sound of the piano was sorrowful, quite lonely.

Tao Shang doesn't know much about the rhythm, but he can also hear a little artistic conception, the so-called listening to the strings and knowing the elegance, the people who play the piano in this house should be extremely depressed and lonely now.

The pottery merchant and Xu Chu and others strode into the courtyard of Situ Mansion, and saw Pei Qian and others standing in the courtyard, patrolling back and forth with blades in hand, and taking over the various corners of Situ Mansion.

Seeing that the potter and Xu Chu had arrived, Pei Qian and others came over to say hello.

"Who's playing?" The potter asked Pei Qiandao.

Pei Qian pouted at the burned and dilapidated main hall of Situ Mansion, and said, "Who else can there be?" Miss Diao Chan, I am sad to play the piano there alone, alas, the former residence was burned to this bird-like, who can be in a good mood if it is replaced? ”

The potter nodded abruptly, and whispered again: "Have you found the color head?" ”

Pei Qian sighed: "I found everything, the problems were burned to slag, even if you take it, you can't spend it!" ”

Hearing this, the potter sighed, shook his head, and said, "Dong Zhuo...... What a wickedness! ”

Pei Qian smiled and said, "Miss Diao Chan is playing the piano in the house, but she has been sad for a while...... Childe's literary talent is outstanding, why not go in and enlighten and enlighten? ”

Hearing this, the potter said curiously: "Is there any inevitable connection between outstanding literary talent and persuasion?" ”

Pei Qian didn't speak, but Pei Ben came up: "My mother said, Maocai who reads is a fart released by the that is pulled out, and it is more fragrant than our rough talk." ”

Potter: "............"

The standard blind worship has not established a correct view of right and wrong at all, if Aunt Pei's is still alive, she should reform this irrational thinking...... And the old lady's taste is too heavy.

After saying a few more words, the potter strode into the main hall of Situ's mansion.

Xu Chu followed him and was about to go in, but saw Pei Qian grabbing him.

"Boss Xu, why don't you have any eyesight?" Pei Qian pouted at the back of the potter, and said in a low voice, "Let the two of them talk to themselves." ”

Xu Chu suddenly realized at this time, pointed to Pei Qian's nose with a smile, and said, "You kid, you have a lot of eyes, how can you still have this talent!" ”

Pei Qian said hesitantly: "To be a man, you have to have some advantages to return, these half-sized and half-big girls are all extremely handsome, and after a long time, there will be some trouble." ”

Xu Chu nodded heavily and said with a smile: "Your father gave you this bad name, and you have lost a lot of money, but you will definitely not lose your girls in this life!" ”

Pei Qian's smiling face stiffened suddenly.

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Entering the main hall, the potter looked around, and sure enough, he saw Diao Chan sitting in the corner of the burned hall, gently stroking a smoked blackened guqin in his hand.

Hearing the footsteps, Diao Chan raised his head and met the potter's inquiring gaze, barely revealing a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Tao Gongzi...... I'm sorry, but the things in the house...... It's all burned down, and only this guqin is barely usable, and if you want a lottery, it seems that you can only take it away......"

The potter looked down at the guqin in Diao Chan's hand, shook his head and said, "Since it is the only thing left over from the girl's former home, how can I be embarrassed to take it...... Besides, I don't know how to play the piano, so let's stay, girl, it's a thought. ”

A smoked half-black guqin, take it away, what is the ...... It's not worth a few bucks either.

Diao Chan nodded gratefully at the potter: "In that case, the little girl will thank her son...... This piano is Zuo Zhonglang Cai Gong personally cast to his father-in-law, although not as famous as Cai Gong's 'Jiaowei Qin', but it is also the world's famous piano first-class...... I can't imagine that Childe doesn't want to ......"

Hearing this, the potter's expression suddenly stiffened.

"This piano ...... How much is it worth now? ”

Diao Chan sighed lightly: "One of the things of the piano, the good people appreciate it, and the bad people regard it as inferior to the rice, although the 'bell', 'winding beam', 'green qi' and 'Jiaowei' are all in front ......of it and cannot recognize it."

The potter's eyes did not leave the qin in Diao Chan's hand at this moment: "What if this qin meets someone who knows how to do it?" How much can you give? ”

Diao Chan hesitated for a moment, and estimated: "100,000 yuan, 80,000 yuan...... It's all possible...... It's hard to say. ”

The potter was silent when he heard this, but just looked at her fixedly...... Suddenly, a palm stretched out to Diao Chan.

"What is Childe going to do?"

The potter grinned and said, "Girl...... Is it too late for me to regret now? I want this piano. ”

Diao Chan blinked: "Childe is really good at laughing, don't you know how to play the piano?" ”

"I think it's not too late for me to learn again at my age......"

Diao Chan suddenly raised his eyebrows and said playfully: "That's not good...... This is the little woman's thoughts, childe, you promised. ”

Potter: ".................."

I can see that this girl is deliberate

Withdrawing his hand stupidly, the potter held his chin with his hand, feeling a little regretful in his heart...... Good baby, flying in front of your eyes.

Diao Chan quietly looked at the potter's unhappy appearance, and when he looked at it, his face couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Tao Gongzi...... Thank you. ”

The potter came back to his senses, turned his head in surprise, and said strangely: "Thank you? Thank me for what? Didn't you thank me once last time you were in Bianshui? ”

Diao Chan shook his head lightly and said, "Last time, I thanked you for saving your life, and this time I thanked you for coming in to make the little girl happy...... I'm in a much better mood, really. ”

"Break and then stand." The potter sighed: "Although this home has been burned, it doesn't mean that you won't have a home in the future, as long as your relatives are there, everything is easy to say, and you can build a bigger house in the future...... People are at home. ”

Hearing this, Diao Chan's pretty face seemed to darken.

After a while, Fang heard her laugh at herself: "Yes, it doesn't matter, anyway, it's not the first time that the little girl has no home......

Listening to her words, she seemed to be in a complicated mood, and her tone was full of helplessness.

On the contrary, this sentence aroused the curiosity of the potter.

"Diao Chan girl, 'Diao Chan' is not your real name, is it?"

Diao Chan nodded and explained: "The things of 'mink' and 'cicada' are all ornaments, and my father-in-law gave me this name, just to help the little woman hide her identity." ”

"Disguise your identity?" The potter blinked and said, "What is the origin of the girl, and do you still need to cover it up?" You can't be a remnant of the Yellow Turban Thieves, right? ”

Diao Chan glanced at the potter angrily: "You are the thief." ”

After being silent for a while, Diao Chan seemed to be reminded of some past, and sighed: "Diao Chan is a native of Longxi Didao, and his family was once a Longxi family...... It's a pity that later...... Later, they were exterminated by their enemies. ”