"Brother Yuan Shao can't do it, what about Liu Bingzhou?" Cao Ang's face was a little uncomfortable, his eyes rolled, and he smiled. 3 His father Cao Cao, as well as the power of the Cao family, still rely heavily on Yuan Shao's support, saying that the Yuan brothers are rotten meat, so what has become of their Cao family? Flies clinging to rotten meat?

"People have an end to their ears, Wu Chenghou and Yuan Shu advance and retreat together, and Bo Fu has no other choice." Zhou Yu smiled slightly, withdrew his gaze from the blue water microwave absently, and said lightly.

(Note: Sun Jian's meritorious service was awarded the title of Wucheng Hou)

"So, it's really embarrassing for him!" Cao Ang laughed, comfortably relieved his muscles and bones, shook his legs with a dustpan, leaned his back against Zhou Yu, looked up at the sky and the dark clouds rolling, in winter, the world of the Han Dynasty is gray!

Push, push, dodge, and dodge, the words are not exhaustive, what are you thinking about! Cao Ang is not stupid, let alone a scheming teenager, but these few words, as soon as he said them, he regretted it a little, knowing that it was embarrassing, what did he do?

Zhou Yu couldn't hear the sarcasm in his words, he just didn't understand, with his back to Cao Ang, he picked up a pebble from under his feet, threw it in his hand, stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the mud on it, his eyes moved horizontally, and said: "The heroes begged Dong that day, but Cheng Ze was in the limelight, why didn't you go?" ”

"My son said, it's just a group of people tossing around, and it's useless to go, telling me to study hard at home and take time to add a grandson to him!" Cao Ang didn't shy away at all, and sneered. In terms of understanding Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu's brothers, Cao Cao recognizes the second, and no one in this world dares to recognize the first.

"Whew!" Zhou Yu shrugged his shoulders for a moment, "I heard that Chengze has two sons, how many do you have now?" ”

"How many? Scold! Cao Ang pursed his lips disdainfully, his neck was slightly deviated, and he found a more comfortable position to continue leaning on, and his mouth, which had not yet a few black fluffs, was raised to the sky: "Just those vulgar fans, how can they be worthy of giving birth to an heir for me?" ”

"Huh?" Zhou Yu snorted, almost didn't take a breath, his shoulders shook vigorously, shook Cao Ang's nasty head away, resisted the urge to laugh wildly, and said sarcastically: "Just your goods, it's ......."

Cao Ang sat up straight, his eyes were blazing, he looked at Zhou Yu very seriously, and said with an unconvinced face: "What's wrong with me?" Essay on martial arts, which point is worse than you? Well! ”

Zhou Yu couldn't help but laugh and nodded seriously: "Well, good, it's really good!" ”

As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up to the enemy plane and gave a big "good" word.

"Alas!" Cao Ang exaggerated his sigh to the sky, and received Zhou Yu's praise with a big grin, but he said regretfully: "What kind of goods do you think Chengze is?" That kid, I don't know where he came from, this Nuo Da Yanfu, his woman, is the daughter of the swordsman Wang Yue, the swordsmanship is high, and she will never say it, and she is born with the beauty of the country and the fragrance of the country, and has the appearance of the country and the city......"

……

The days are short in winter, and unconsciously, the sky is dark, and the two young people who talk a lot and talk little are relieved of the words in their hearts when the night cold is getting heavier, but they don't know what they have been saying all day long.

Far away in the dark dense forest, a few low night owl groans came, and the dark night was extremely cold. In the sky, there is a faint brightness in the thick clouds, tonight, it is fifteen, originally, it should be the bright moon is empty.

Cao Ang refused Zhou Yu's retention, and took a few servants and slaves to carry the night breeze and spirits, trembling, and went by himself. Everywhere Zhou Yu looked, there was only a vague shadow, and there was the sound of horses' hooves and the crisp sound of horses' bells. The cold wind came to his face, Zhou Yu snorted, closed the bamboo door, turned around, and sighed softly, a sigh that was extremely incommensurate with his young face.

This time they went together, and these two thin pieces of doors were cut together, and it seemed that there was still the friendship of the past.

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……

In the second year of the first peace, at the end of December.

Liu Bei retreated to Luoyang, Hongnong Xu Rong united with Huaxiong, and the troops surrounded Hedong and forced Liu Bei's army Zhang Fei's department, Zhang Fei set up an ambush in Xie County, defeated Huaxiong, and then Huaxiong returned to Feng Yi and did not dare to move a little. Xu Rong forced Liu Bei in Luoyang to be on the side, the lone army went deep, and then retreated back to the pass, Dong Zhuojun and Liu Beijun were afraid of each other for a while, the weather was cold and snowy, and they each quit their troops.

Yuan Shao sent Xu Yu to Luoyang, originally intending to accuse Liu Bei of attacking Liu Xun's troops and destroying the friendship of the allies, but Liu Bei didn't even let him in at the Luoyang City Gate, and only sent a sergeant to shout at the city gate: "You don't need to talk nonsense, if you want to fight, you will come!" ”

Officially broke with Yuan Shao and Yuan's group.

Changan.

It was snowing heavily, and a middle-aged scribe with a majestic posture and a sword hanging from his waist was isolated in front of the plum pavilion, staring at several plum blossoms in front of him, the faint wisps of fragrance, frowning and speechless.

Pieces of snow fell from the sky, flashed into the pavilion from time to time, and fell at the feet of the middle-aged scribe, in the pavilion, there was no brazier for heating, and this large courtyard was a gloomy and cold and desolate place, without the slightest trace of life.

"Daddy?"

As if, a coquettish voice called in his ear, the middle-aged scribe was slightly stunned, then he came to his senses, looked down, a beautiful color, charming girl walked over, eyes with a smile, red lips a little bit of disgust, the snow in the sky is not as clean as it, and the red plum is self-defiled.

The middle-aged scribe felt a pain in his heart, sighed slowly, and moved his gaze to Hongmei in the corner: "Xiu'er, what are you doing here, it's cold, let's go back to the house and rest first." ”

The girl's eyes were slightly red, and she reshaped, but she walked up to the middle-aged scribe and chuckled: "As soon as Daddy comes back, he hides here, and no one sees him, and the mother is worried about Daddy, so let her daughter come over and wait for Daddy." As he spoke, he gently pulled the sleeve of the middle-aged scribe's shirt with his bare hand, but what he touched was cold, and he was slightly startled, raised his head, and looked at his father worriedly.

The middle-aged scribe smiled faintly, and patted the girl's little hand lightly, but suddenly found that his hands were so cold, so he took it back, sighed faintly, and said, "Liu Xuande, defeated!" ”

"Victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, so why should Daddy worry about it? If you lose this time, won't you just fight back next time? The girl smiled slightly and said softly with relief.

"You don't understand." The middle-aged scribe shook his head, a touch of grief and indignation flashed on his clear face, and then he disappeared without a trace, and the words on his lips were also put away, he gently stroked his beard, nodded, and smiled at the girl and said, "Let's go, let's go back, after waiting for a long time, you are also hungry, right?" ”

"My daughter is not hungry, but my brother is angry again, Daddy, you happen to be at home today, you should take care of him!" The corners of the girl's mouth twitched slightly, and she held the arm of the middle-aged scribe unruly, and said with a sneer, like that, which is a sister, it is clearly a naughty brother-like little sister!

The middle-aged scribe's eyes darkened, "sigh" with a wry smile, stretched out his hand and patted his forehead, with a distressed look on his face: "Xiu'er has an order, how dare you disobey your father!" Anyway, for his father, he will punish him for copying and reciting the "Book of Shang Jun", if he doesn't succeed, he will starve him to eat! ”

Then he laughed, and a few flakes of snow slipped from the plum branches.