The high temperature called 'Autumn Tiger' has not completely receded, and in the afternoon the sky is overcast, and the rain clouds that have been brewing for a long time shrouded Xu Du, and after the carriage at the door of a mansion stopped, one or two drops of rain fell on Guo Jia's shoulders, and the servants hurriedly came over to hold an umbrella and walked together under the door plaque with the word 'Yang Mansion'.

Inside and outside the courtyard are two different worlds.

Under the eaves of the courtyard, there are guards and guards everywhere, and in the main hall in the middle, Guo Jia shook his robe and put a few water stains on it, and then walked in, an old man sat in the banquet and waited, and when he saw the figure that came in, he said a word to the servant before turning his face.

"Yang Gong seems to have recovered from his foot disease." Guo Jia went straight over and arched his hand towards the other party.

"The old man is sick and can't talk for a long time." After Yang Biao stretched out, he asked him to sit down, "It's okay for Guo Saijiu to say it directly, don't beat around the bush and say that the old man is in a hurry." ”

The other party's words are gentle, but the metaphor is another layer of emotion. Guo Jia just smiled and sat down on the side: "Yang Gong has served as the third duke, when the traitor Dong Zhuo moved the capital to Chang'an, Yang Gong fought hard according to reason, he was not afraid of the other party at all, he guarded the Han Dynasty as much as possible, and he was more loyal than anyone else. ”

"Guo sacrificial wine is here for the northwest business, right?" The old man looked at him, and after half a ring, he said: "The old man is old and sick, and he can't help the court. ”

Guo Jia got up and arched his hand: "This is serious, Jia did not come on behalf of the imperial court, nor did he come on behalf of the prime minister, but as a Han people in the troubled times, he said some meager words." He took the seat and bowed again: "Yang Gong has paid a lot for the Han Dynasty, in fact, everyone in the world sees it, the Hongnong Yang family is a classic heirloom, Enwei Central Plains, now the foreign countries have entered the northwest of my Han Dynasty, the situation is urgent, Yang Gong has watched the Han Dynasty that he has paid for most of his life, and the last bit of majesty is exhausted?" ”

"Hahaha-" There was a sudden laughter from the first place, and after a little slowdown, Yang Biao accentuated his tone, raised his palm and then fell, also a little weak: "Isn't the majesty of my Han long gone?" First there was Dong Zhuo..... and now. Didn't the prime minister do better? The prime minister of the northwest can take the idea, the old man has limited energy, send off the guests! ”

Guo Jia nodded and arched his hand again: "Since Yang Gong is unwilling, Na Jia will leave." He turned around and walked towards the door, and in this silent time, the old voice in the rear hall slowly spoke, and said a sentence: "The matter in the northwest, the old man sent people to find out the truth, inside, my big man is chaotic, and I can't allow outsiders to come to show off my might." ”

After the people left, the old man waved his hand and beckoned an old servant: "Is the matter in the northwest really happening?" ”

"Back to the lord's house, there is a caravan over there at home, and there is indeed news that the enemies of the foreign countries have broken the slaughter of Guzang, Xuanwei, and even the Huns of the Huns, all the way south, I think there are more ...... to eliminate in the future."

Bang!

The wrinkled withered hand slapped on the long case, the old man got up suddenly, frowned and walked back and forth in the room for a few steps, looked at the rain curtain hanging on the eaves outside, and lowered his voice: "...... these Daqin people should be killed!" ”

On the other side, the figure who walked out only smiled at the corner of his mouth under the eaves of the gate, and then quickened his pace and walked out of the Yang Mansion, got into the carriage and ordered: "Go outside the city." At this time, the sky had hung a rain curtain, and when he turned out of the intersection of Yangfu, a carriage caught up from behind, and the voice of the coachman came from outside: "The main family, it is the carriage of Xunfu." ”

"Stop." Guo Jia put down the bamboo slip and said.

Soon after, the two carriages slowly stopped on the side of the road, and someone got out of the car, came into his carriage, and patted the rain stains on his body: "Feng Xiao, this has just come out of Yang's mansion?" ”

"Brother Wen Ruo seems to have been waiting for Jia Duo for a long time." Guo Jia smiled and pushed away a jue of wine.

"The matter in the northwest, I can't eat or sleep, so I have to go to Fengxiao, but I pounced on it, and I am also running around for this matter when I think about it." Xun Yu took a sip of wine, "...... Han is in the middle of the storm, Yu thinks that what the prime minister has done over the years has deviated from his original intention, and he is no longer the person who ran for the Han family, first Sikong, and then the prime minister, and what he does is becoming more and more domineering, Yu is really afraid that he will ...... further."

Speaking of this, he laughed: "....... there is an accident at the border now, it seems that the prime minister is still the same prime minister as before, and I am much more down-to-earth." ”

Raindrops crackled on the roof of the car, and the wheels moved slowly.

Guo Jia put down the bronze jue, looked at the other party, and then turned to the rain scene outside the car: "Yes, no matter how messy my Han is, closing the door is a brotherly wall, but the foreign enemy comes to provoke the front and slaughter my Han people is different, they kill people, rob things, and damage the prestige of my Han country, which is equivalent to slapping the princes who are still fighting in the face." ”

On the other side, Xun Yu is a firm emperor, and he naturally agrees with Guo Jia's words, "Feng Xiao is running for this matter, wanting to gather the will of everyone, eliminate civil strife, and resist foreign enemies together. ”

"Brother Wen Ruo was born in a wealthy family, and this aspect should be more convincing than Jia."

"Most of the families are in the same spirit, and they can indeed do some in this regard, Lang Xie Zhuge and Xuzhou Chen family, as well as Zhong Xuan and Duan Xuan who are far away in Chang'an, Yu will write a letter later, whether it is successful or not, the Xun family will contribute."

"Brother Wen Ruo, don't ask if this matter is true or false?"

The wheel rolled and drove through a pool of stagnant water, Xun Yu poured Guo Jia a drink, "Does ...... matter?" A slight smile appeared on his face, "These things are for the good of the Han Dynasty after all, if you can make the Han family last for a hundred years, even if it is for decades, you will not hesitate to die with your family." ”

"......." Guo Jia silently arched his hand and bowed to him heavily.

Xun Yu stroked his beard and waved his hand with a smile: "Fengxiao don't want to do this, by the way, where are you going out of the city?" ”

"Those gentry and big families who live outside will have to visit once and feel everyone's thoughts before they can make a choice for the future."

"Then I'll go down here, since I should go down on an errand, Yu should also be a helper, and the affairs of the northwest can't be delayed." Xun Yu stopped the carriage, lifted the curtain and got out of the car, and in the rain he bowed his hand to the young man in the curtain again: "The affairs of the northwest are treated with filial piety, and Yu will leave." ”

"Farewell."

After the exchange, the two carriages separated in the rain, one south and one north, and the heavy rain fell, Guo Jia looked at the Xunfu carriage in the distance, and the surrounding scenery continued to fly back in his sight, and then retracted his gaze and lowered the curtain.

"The lord will come to that point after all, why should you deceive yourself....... he muttered.

The two were originally close friends, originally he wanted to go to Yuan Benchu, but he happened to meet Xun Yu who left from Yecheng on the way, and joined Cao Cao in Dongjun, but the concept of the two is the same, and they are different, Guo Jia understands the ideal of this friend, but if the situation is today, the lord will eventually be pushed to a higher position step by step, obviously Xun Yu can see clearly.......

With different ideas, he was even more worried about his friend's future.

"Sacrificial wine, to the north gate."

The coachman's voice woke him up outside, Guo Jia straightened his robe and walked out of the carriage, under the paper umbrella, he arched his hand to one of the guards escorting behind him: "Commander Han can leave safely." ”

There was the sound of rain all around, and there were few people entering and leaving the city gate, and the soldiers guarding the city occasionally glanced at the team dozens of feet away, and yawned boredly. Among the dozens of guards drenched in the heavy rain, a sturdy guard with a vegetable-colored face walked out, and his gestures looked like a man who had been fighting for a long time.

"Guo Saijiu really believes in his word!"

Han Long stood there, and more than a dozen companions followed behind him.

"Commander Han is polite, now that the governor of your family and the lord of my family have joined forces again, how can Jia let you be bad in the hands of Cheng Yu, but it's not all because of this, I hope the commander will keep in mind and come over with malice next time." Guo Jia's often smiling face gradually converged, as if this was the original expression: "....... It won't be seen in the face of Gongsun Dudu. ”

"This was still a ploy you gave to the head of my family back then, right?" Han Long didn't care about his threat, he reached out to take the rain and rubbed his face vigorously, some yellowish colors fell off, and the whole thing looked sharp, just like a sharp sword out of the sheath, looking at Guo Jiashi, like a leopard peeping through the darkness.

The back of Guo Jia's guards around him was cold, and there was almost an illusion that the other party would suddenly make a move, and for a while, they all clenched the handle of the knife at their waists.