Chapter 298: The Man in the Landscape Painting

Cao Caodi's eyes fell, he looked at Gu Nan again, solemnly patted his robe, and raised his hand to bow.

"Cao Mengde, Mr. Xie solves his doubts."

"The general is slow, I don't know what the general wants to do with this Qingzhou yellow scarf?"

Gu Nan got up, stretched out his hand and gently put it on Cao Cao's shoulder.

Cao Cao only felt that his body seemed to be frozen, but he couldn't worship it anymore.

I was stunned, although he was not a person born with divine powers, he was also a martial artist since he was a child, and he was still a little confident in his strength.

At this time, he was supported by a weak gentleman in front of him, and he actually felt that he couldn't worship.

But before he could react, Gu Nan had already let go of his hand, and Cao Cao glanced at Gu Nan, and he only felt wrong.

After all, this Mr. Gu doesn't look like a martial artist no matter how he looks at it.

Thinking of Gu Nan's question, Cao Cao frowned puzzled.

"What to do with the Qingzhou Yellow Turban?"

How else can I deal with the yellow scarf when it retreats?

"The Qingzhou Yellow Turbans are running without food and cornered, what does the general think they will do?"

Gu Nan asked calmly.

Being asked by Gu Nan like this, Cao Cao also seemed to think of something, and raised his eyes: "When it is ······"

"It's going to Montenegro." Gu Nan took Cao Cao's words.

"Montenegro is from the same Yellow Turban, and if the two can converge, there will be millions of people, and so many of them that there are few rivals among the princes of the Northland. Therefore, the princes of the Northland will not let the Qingzhou Yellow Turban enter Montenegro, and if this army goes west, it will be surrounded by all sides. ”

"Surrounded everywhere, and there is no way to retreat, this army will be ······ death"

Gu Nan turned his head sideways and looked at the places on the map in Qingzhou, Jizhou, and Yanzhou, if the situation remained unchanged, it would be the place where the Qingzhou Yellow Turban was trapped.

Cao Cao's eyes lit up and he understood what Gu Nan meant.

"When the time comes, I will use it for grain and grass to receive the surrender, so that the Qingzhou Yellow Turban can be used for me."

Gu Nan chuckled and nodded: "The general is clear." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at Yanzhou under Qingzhou, and she didn't say that if she allowed the Qingzhou Yellow Turban to flow freely, she could even take the opportunity to take Yanzhou.

The time has not yet come, and she is not ready to speak. After all, even Naqingzhou has not yet been determined, and it is not good to say too much.

Cao Cao looked at the map in a trance, so that he would be located in a state with hundreds of thousands of troops, even among the princes, he would be regarded as a powerful party.

And all he had to do was take advantage of the opportunity.

Thinking of this, he looked at Gu Nan beside him with some complexity.

Gu Nan noticed Cao Cao's gaze and asked with a smile.

"What did the general look at me?"

Cao Cao didn't answer immediately, but hesitated for a moment and said with a smile.

"I have heard that the strategists and wise men in the world have insight into the world, anticipate opportunities, and seek people's hearts."

"I don't believe in it, but the world is unpredictable, and people's hearts are even more so, how to get it."

However, now, the affairs of Qingzhou have not yet been decided, but they have been counted by the people in front of them, and even the movements of the princes after the Qingzhou turmoil and the Yellow Turban have been counted and used to make trouble.

Isn't this the ability to understand the world and anticipate opportunities?

"After listening to what Mr. said, I have to laugh at my own narrow-mindedness."

"The general's words are serious, I'm just the last of them."

Gu Nan shook his head slightly: "Compared to others, he is only a few years older, and he has read a few more books and teachings." ”

How old is the idiot?

Cao Cao looked at Gu Nan, and then remembered that Mr. Gu had been carrying a hat.

I don't know the age of the other party, so I really wondered and asked.

"Sir, I don't know why Mr. keeps carrying this hat?"

Gu Nan was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and pressed his hat, and paused for a while before speaking.

"Oh, in my early years, my face was scarred by a sharp weapon, and my face was terrifying, so I always wore a hat so as not to scare others."

She wasn't going to let Cao Cao see her face, although she was very helpless, but she had to say that this face was indeed a little inconvenient.

After all, if she wants to stay here for a while, it is better not to let people see her face, otherwise a person will never be old, and it will always make people think differently.

"Hahaha." Cao Cao smiled: "What kind of person does Mr. think of Cao, how can Cao judge people by their appearance?" ”

"But since Mr. is inconvenient, please be calm."

Cao Cao didn't delve into this matter anymore, turned his back on his hand, took a deep breath, and grinned: "Today is really happy, you should have a drink." ”

"Sir, come, drink three hundred cups with Cao, you and I won't get drunk and won't return!"

As he spoke, he laughed and walked outside, regardless of whether he could finish the three hundred cups.

Gu Nan stood in the hall and looked at Cao Cao's back and smiled.

Would you rather call Qingshi infamous and regard him as a hero?

Heroes in troubled times, this should be the case.

Thinking about Yu Shang, he left slowly.

·······

In the middle of the South Sun.

In a grass room, a young man in white was sitting in front of an old man who looked like he should be half a hundred.

The old man, with gray sideburns and a short earth-colored shirt, looked like an ordinary old peasant, but the young man in front of him was respectful.

The old man's eyes looked around the young man's study, and said with a smile: "Zhuge Xiaoyou is clean here. ”

The white-robed young man sitting in front of the old man saluted and said.

"It's just a burrow, Mr. Hui smiled."

"Right and wrong are ugly rooms, how can they be humane?"

The old man touched his beard and smiled, his voice a little hoarse, but his attitude was easy-going.

As he spoke, his eyes fell on a painting hanging on the wall of the room, which depicted landscapes, fields, and four people.

His eyes fell on the eyes of the old man in the painting, revealing a little surprise.

"Zhuge Xiaoyou, this is what you painted?"

The young man in white followed the old man's line of sight to the painting on the wall behind him, looked at the painting with a slight smile on his face, and nodded.

"It's just a landscape."

"It's a landscape, but it's a human being."

After all, the old man was old, and he saw the young man's look in his eyes, picked up the tea in front of him, took a sip, and looked at the landscape painting that the young man said.

"Xiaoyou's work has passed the mundane and can be passed down to the world. I saw that Xiaoyou was obsessed with Shuo Fangnu before, and I was worried about Xiaoyou's obsession, but now it seems that I am too worried. ”

The young man in white looked at the person in the painting, a little distracted.

"After all, I have never seen the scene of Shuo Fangnu, and the only thing I can paint is the people in this farmhouse."

"It's best if you can figure it out."

The old man put down the tea bowl and took out a piece of paper from his bosom.

"Regardless of what happened, the old man didn't know about the knowledge of Gewu that he asked about in the letter he sent last time. After studying for a long time, I have not been able to solve it, but I have gained a little. It's really wonderful, and this time it's also cheeky to ask, where did this little friend know it? ”