Wang Yun's back in the hall was a little twilight, his eyes fell on his official uniform, and there was a little wine stain on his sleeve.

He sighed, took out a brocade cloth from his arms, and carefully wiped the wine stains off his official uniform.

Straighten your clothes and straighten the Han robe on your body. Then he put down his hand and stood upright on the empty hall.

"Father." Behind him, a woman walked in lightly through the door, it was the Diao Chan at the banquet.

"What?" Wang Yun looked at Diao Chan, and only felt that he was ridiculous, he could only put the weight of a country on a woman, what was the use of asking them ministers?

He was ashamed of this drooping body, and he couldn't drive a horse and a sword, lead troops to fight thieves, and become a Hanchen in vain.

"Wen Hou left in a hurry and dropped this cloak, father, do you want me to send it?" Diao Chan lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

Wang Yun naturally understood what she meant, Lu Bu was not interested in leaving early, and dropped his cloak and asked Diao Chan to send it, so that the two would have a chance to get in touch again.

Wang Yun's strategy Diao Chan knows it, and she has already made her own decision.

But for a woman, that kind of strategy is equivalent to asking her to take her own life, whether it is success or failure.

Let's try again.

Wang Yun slowly raised his hanging hand and waved: "Go." ”

Diao Chan grabbed the cloak in his hand and bowed his head a little distractedly. A woman of this age, who doesn't want to stay in the boudoir and wait for her wishful person to come.

She also thought that the wishful person in her heart should be a young scholar.

When he met him, he should have been dressed in white, carrying a bookcase on his back, and carrying a hat in a hurry in the rain.

The two will bump into each other, look at each other, take shelter from the rain under the pavilion, and enjoy the rain and chat.

The two will get acquainted, Qin Se and Ming, write poems, she will dance for him, and it should be the most beautiful appearance of her life at that time.

And now she has no choice, and she can't wait for that wishful person.

"Daughter, go down." Diao Chan's eyes were slightly red, and she turned to leave.

Wang Yun watched her leave, raised her head, her shoulders sank, and her straight body was not so straight.

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"Click." Lu Bu leaned Fang Tianhalberd against the pillar under the eaves and sat down in front of the courtyard.

There was some wine smell on his body, although he didn't know why Wang Situ invited him, but he should have something to do with him, but for some reason he didn't seem to want to talk to him easily.

"Hmph."

With a light snort, Lu Bu shook his head, this is why he doesn't like those officials, hiding his head and showing his tail.

After sitting for a while, he took out a cloth figure from his bosom.

"Stomp, stomp." There was a sound of footsteps.

Lu Bu put the cloth man aside, and raised his head lightly to look in the direction where the footsteps came from.

It was a waiter who came up, and there were not many servants in his house, and when he was alone, the waiter generally did not come up easily, and only came to report if there was something.

"What's wrong?" Lu Bu looked at the attendant who stepped forward and asked.

"General, there is a woman outside who asks to see her, she says her name is Diao Chan, and she has come to deliver the general's fallen cloak."

The waiter bowed and said.

Diao Chan, Lu Bu thought about the name for a while, his eyes closed lightly, the one on Wang Situ's mansion?

Thinking about looking at his shoulder, he did drop the cloak, and when he entered the table, he asked the waiter to take it off, and when he came out, he forgot to take it.

"Then you tell her to leave her cloak and go."

Lu Bu didn't mean to see the Diao Chan, at the banquet, Wang Yun obviously wanted this woman to get close to him, and it was probably deliberate at this time.

"General." The waiter raised his eyes and looked at Lu Bu's expression, and said carefully.

"General, the woman said she wanted to see the general."

Lu Bu's brows furrowed, but finally let go, waved his hand, and said a little impatiently, "Let her in." ”

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Diao Chan followed the attendant into the courtyard, and saw the general in armor standing there looking at her, also wearing armor at home, and I don't know if all generals are like this.

The waiter took Diao Chan and walked away quickly, obviously not daring to stay longer.

"General." Diao Chan bowed his head and saluted, and his voice was soft: "At the family banquet, the general left in a hurry, dropped his cloak, and thought about sending it to the general." ”

Hearing her finish speaking, Lu Bu nodded, stepped forward, took the cloak from Diao Chan's hand, and glanced at her.

"When the cloak is handed in, you can leave."

"General." Diao Chan has something else to say.

Lu Bu didn't mean to listen any further, raised his hand and said.

"If Wang Situ has anything, let him talk to me himself, and I don't need you to talk about it."

Standing in front of Lu Bu, Diao Chan was at a loss for a moment, pursed his mouth, and said out loud only after half a sound.

"Yes."

After speaking, his face turned pale and he took half a step back, ready to leave.

As she walked to the porch, she saw an object placed in the courtyard.

It was a cloth man, not very good-looking, and very shabby, with needles and threads sewn crookedly on his face, and stained with blood.

She didn't understand why there was such a thing in Lu Bu's courtyard.

"General, this cloth is already shabby."

As soon as she said this, she felt the people behind her look at her.

Lu Bu, who was still indifferent, had a chill in his eyes.

A force pressed on her body, leaving her breathless and her face flushed. At the same time, my hands and feet were chills, my legs were weak, and I couldn't even stand steadily.

"If I let you leave, you will leave, what does this baby have to do with you?"

"I, got it." Diao Chan was almost speechless.

The coercion slowly dissipated, and Diao Chan walked onto the porch, and this time she didn't say anything superfluous, and left quickly.

It took a long walk before I dared to look back.

At a glance, I just saw that in the yard, Lu Bu was holding the shabby cloth baby in a daze, and the look in his eyes did not have the slightest chill just now, but with a little softness.

It's rare to see such a look on the face of the battlefield general.

But it made Diao Chan stunned for a moment, she should have really said the wrong thing.

Diao Chan returned to the house and told Wang Yun the whole story.

Most of the lights in the house had been extinguished, and Wang Yun walked in the room, lit an oil lamp, and there was a book on his desk.

It is difficult to start with Lu Bu this strategy, since Lu Bu can't be made to rebel, then force him to make up his mind.

Wang Yun's was placed on the table, and it seemed that he had made a decision. It is better for him to go against the grain and start with another person.

In doing so, the mottled old hand picked up the post on the table, rubbed it for a moment, and now he could only let it go.

Lu Bu, the old man wants to see if Dong Zhuo wants to kill you, will you obediently accept the order, or turn against you.