Back in early September, it rained lightly in Xuchang, and the Caozi banner disappeared in the drizzle in the winding procession, heading towards Wancheng, Nanyang County.

Cao Ang rode on horseback, looked back at the Xuchang city wall for a while, and then rushed into the rain curtain and continued to move forward with the team.

Under the gloomy cumulus clouds, the field of vision passes through the rain curtain of the sky, across the majestic palace, the dense raindrops fall on the roof of Cao's mansion, ticking down along the eaves to form a rain curtain, the maid carries a pot of brewed tea under the eaves, in the open hall, there is a talking female voice coming out, she bows in, carefully puts it on the table, pours it up, retreats.

"Sister, this is a new tea-making method discovered by the imperial chief of the palace, do you think it is still moisturizing?"

The slender fingers that peeled like white onions picked up the cup, the red lips lightly sipped the rim of the cup, the woman who spoke was wearing a red and pink leaf pattern dress, her long black hair was coiled behind her head, and a silver step shook gently in the arm movements, opposite her, she was a few years older, wearing a white dress, and the two were Mrs. Ding and Bian.

"The taste of this tea is light and bitter, but it is much better to make tea like in the past, and my sister has a heart." There was a faint smile on Ding's quiet face, and his hand was put down: "Husband, I went out to Wancheng, why didn't I see my sister take Zihuan to see him off." ”

Bian's rather amazing face crossed a smile, and he shook his head: "How can my sister be as blessed as my sister, Zihuan is still young, and her body is at the age of many diseases, and she is a little uncomfortable when she gets up today, and she is lying on the bed resting after drinking medicine." ”

"Don't worry, sister, Ziyu was like this when she was a child." Ding said softly: "....... Speaking of the small, my sister is still more sympathetic to herself, a woman, after giving birth, she is also prone to serious illness. ”

"Then sister, thank you sister for your concern." The corners of Bian's mouth arced and chuckled, and he took the teapot and filled the empty teacup, "My sister is a blessed person, Zi Yu is already so big, where is my sister still dragging a small one, and my body is not as good as before, I want to treat people Lao Zhuhuang that day, I will rely on Zihuan to support the elderly, the warmth and coldness of this wealthy family come and go quickly, and my sister has to make plans." ”

On the opposite side, the slender figure slowly stood up with a long skirt, walked towards the door with a gentle stroll, looked at the rain curtain hanging on the eaves, took a drop of rain from his fingertips, and kicked lightly under the skirt and walked away along the eaves.

"I don't have to worry about my sister...... "My steps slowed down slightly, turned his back to Bian Shi behind him, and tilted his head: "....... As my sister said, when my son is older, she will naturally defend me as a mother, and it is not my turn to be warm and cold, Zihuan is still young, and my sister should be careful. ”

The two of them spoke softly, and their voices were beautiful, but they were hiding their edges, and most of the maids around them hung their heads very low under such a confrontation of words, and they didn't dare to look directly.

"My sister thanked my sister for reminding me." Bian got up to see her off, looked at the back of the eaves of the corridor, the smile on his face instantly converged, snorted coldly, walked into the house with his sleeves, and with a bang, raised his foot to knock over the few cases just now, and the cups and teapots rolled to the ground, she beckoned.

Behind the screen, someone approached.

"Take this letter to Wancheng and tell that person that I will keep him safe for the rest of his life in the future." Bian looked at the other side, the little figure who woke up passively, waved his long sleeves to let his henchman go down, the cold and resentful look had long disappeared, and he put on a motherly smile, and hugged his five-year-old son Cao Pi.

"Zihuan...... Do you want to make a profit in the future? ”

"Hmm!" The little head thought for a moment, then nodded, "I...... Be like your father...... It's majestic. ”

Bian touched the child's bun, hugged it in his arms, and put his face against the immature little face: "Mother, it will make Zihuan very majestic in the future, and let many people worship you." ”

"That'...... That...... What about the big brother...... Will he worship too? Xiao Cao Pi tilted his head and whispered in his mother's ear, "I don't want my eldest brother to worship ...... The eldest brother is very good to Zihuan. ”

"Your brother won't worship ......"

Bian put the little man down, smiled and asked the nurse to take him down to rest, the rain outside was intensive, and the thunder rolled across the sky.

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On the thirteenth of September, the conquest army had reached the water, the thunder rumbled in the sky, the rain clouds also drifted from the north, and stretched all the way over, on the muddy road, the horses' hooves and feet stepped on the ground, splashing the water, and the mud was lifted into the air by the galloping war horses from time to time, and fell on the people on foot.

The rain came from Xuchang, it became very heavy, and the army advancing in the direction of Wancheng had no place to cover the rain at this time, staring at the rain and hurrying, and the speed became extremely slow, and occasionally one or two words of complaint sounded in the ranks, and then drowned in the sound of the dripping rain.

On horseback, Cao Ang was naturally not spared from being soaked, he looked at the field of vision in front of him, and recalled information about Wancheng from time to time in his mind, this habit was also developed when Gongsun Zhi was under the command of Gongsun Zhi, and for the enemy he was about to face, he must first have a certain understanding.

And Wancheng called Zhang Xiu's guy, was Zhang Ji's nephew, although this person and Li Dao, Guo Yan two chased the emperor Liu Xie, but after all, he looked down on these two people, after Liu Xie entered Luoyang, Zhang Ji understood that things were no longer able to return to the sky, so he had to be stationed in the Hongnong area, but unfortunately at that time the land of Gyeonggi was already full of famine, and the population was slim, and his army was already numerous, so he crossed the Bear's Ear Mountain to attack Jingzhou's Sui County in the south, and unfortunately was shot by the flow and died.

Zhang Xiu took over this army and moved to Wancheng.

"The leader of Gongsun asked me to be careful of Zhang Xiu's widow ......" On horseback, Cao Ang vaguely felt that Gongsun Zhi's words had an ulterior motive in them, and in his not very clear vision, he seemed to recall the other party's advice when he left that day.

"The leader can guess that his father will go south to attack Wancheng, and in Wancheng, maybe his father will really take a fancy to a woman." He opened his eyes abruptly and watched the rain fall, "....... Zhang Xiu has a widowed aunt, maybe his father will take a fancy to the other party? Otherwise, the leader of Gongsun might not have warned me so seriously. ”

"Zixuan!"

In the rain curtain, a loud voice came from the front, a tall and strong general with armor came over with a bow and a big knife, it was Xiahou Yuan, he came over and walked side by side with Cao Ang, "There is a forest in front, the eldest brother has gone to rest, and I will be sent to rest with you." ”

"Ang is not that precious." Cao Ang wiped the rain from his face, looked at his uncle next to him, and shook his head with a smile: "...... In Liaodong, I have encountered this harsh environment, the temperature here is pleasant, but the rain is a little heavier. ”

"You can't say that." Xiahou Yuan pulled the reins, his back straightened, and pointed forward with a knife: "Soon after the water, it will be Wancheng, and there are thousands of Xiliang iron horsemen under Zhang Xiu, who is entrenched there, and Xianbei and Wuhuan on the grassland are incomparable. ”

Cao Ang laughed out loud at the words, however, soon after, the war did not start, but received a messenger sent by Zhang Xiu to announce his surrender.

He was stunned, and the alarm bells rang in his heart.