Although a few more people came to live in Lu Bu's mansion, Lu Bu seemed to be used to this group of foreign guests, so he turned a blind eye and didn't ask too much.

However, the yellow scarves in the mansion have given Lu Bu a lot, but they are also living around the mansion, and they are not much different from the past.

After eating something casually to fill his stomach, Lu Bu said goodbye to his wife and daughter, and occasionally heard Cai Yong teaching the second apprentice to practice the piano, and he played really well, but unfortunately Lu Bu didn't know how to appreciate it.

He didn't want to listen to what the little kid and Cai Zhonglang were talking about, so he went straight out, drove the red rabbit, and came to the training place outside the west of the city early, which became his second home.

Compared with those conspiracy theories, Lu Bu still prefers military training, he is a general. The soldiers in the battalion had long been familiar with Lu Bu, and although this general was sometimes too hot-tempered, he did have two brushes to convince this group of thorny soldiers.

When the leading centurion saw the general coming, he stepped forward and saluted, and asked,

"General, when will I be able to practice against General Zhang's camp again?"

Lu Bu asked the man with a smile,

"Don't you think you didn't lose enough last time?"

The soldier was a little angry, a little aggrieved, and said,

"General, we have lost three times, we all remember, just wait for the next battle, we will definitely win and save face! Brethren say yes or no?! ”

Thousands of soldiers behind him let out a monstrous roar, which woke up Luoyang.

Lu Bu appreciated such a monstrous fighting intent, and he was also impatient to lose.

With a big hand raised and an order, the group of madmen roared in response, and everyone formed a team and began a day of brutal training.

Lu Bu leisurely led the horse, came to the familiar tree, tied the red rabbit, gently moved the empty wine jar left over from yesterday's drink with his feet, and sat on the natural carpet paved with fallen leaves.

Looking at the group of soldiers who didn't want to die, he was thinking all the time, why did he train soldiers?

At the beginning, it was because of Xiao Zhang Yu's stubbornness and begging that he agreed to help him train this group of soldiers who were out of the climate. Lu Bu unconsciously touched the bell and talisman on his waist, and a doting smile appeared on his face, which could be regarded as for himself.

Later, when he was training against Zhang Liao, he was defeated, so he was angry, dissatisfied, and began to train this group of so-called soldiers more desperately.

Lu Bu opened another jar of old wine, drank a big sip, felt the elixir enter his throat, and almost screamed comfortably.

Now he is still training in the army, in order to defeat his own brother once, and more importantly, he has found one of the great joys and responsibilities of his life in the training. For generals, training and arranging formations, marching and fighting, defending the country and expanding the territory, only these three terms are also three interests.

He took another sip of wine, staring at the scattered array of soldiers in front of him with eagle-like eyes, shook his head, and threw the jar of wine with his hand, which stood firmly in the thick and fluffy pile of fallen leaves.

He propped himself up, enjoying a breath of Autumn and the soldiers, and shouted forward,

"Change formation, change formation, so scattered, what kind of system!"

The pace of the soldiers was a little chaotic, Lu Bu smiled, sighed, and scolded, it seems that there should be a fifth match.

One life is two, two is three, three is everything, three is a very magical number, in Luoyang City, the story of three is also happening.

Whether it's in a camp outside the city or in a mansion in the city.

Whenever the morning sun rose, he could always see the figures of the two people in Lu Bu's mansion playing music, and of course, the third person was late.

The three of them sat on their knees as they did yesterday, one played, two listened, the master taught, and the disciple practiced.

But today, there are some changes.

The sound of the piano is still there, but no one hears it.

Cai Yan was practicing the piano very seriously, and the moment her hand touched the piano, she was immersed in her own world.

But the other two were a little absent-minded.

Zhang Yu fiddled with a dead leaf in his hand, his attention was not on the music at all, he was waiting for Cai Yong's answer.

Cai Yong's face was not very good-looking, and he had no answer to Zhang Yu's question. for he never considered the heart of a loyal servant.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhang Yu asked again,

"Master, you have communicated with Yuan Yuanjun three times, what are you doing? What's the use?"

Zhang Yu should be the only student in this historical period who dared to treat his teacher in such a tone.

But Cai Yong didn't think about teaching Zhang Yu, he didn't expect why Yuan Benchu would give such an answer, and he didn't expect that he would be said to be knocked down by a hairy boy, last time it was about the piano, and this time it was about strategy.

But the truth is so true, so real that he can't refute it.

The sound of the piano gradually weakened, and gradually listened to it, until the moment it disappeared, Cai Yong's mind completely returned to that night, the night when he had just arrived in Luoyang. The night when the final decision was made.

Since Your Majesty has said that you will make a decision tomorrow, then tomorrow.

Cai Yong was already tired and tired, and he was sure that the Son of Heaven was fine, so everything else was trivial, and it was not worth Cai Yong's overwork.

In the deserted courtyard, Cai Yong found his two treasures, Guqin and Cai Yan, however, he suddenly remembered, where should they live?

I was too obsessed with state affairs, but I forgot about my family affairs.

And the others have gone their own way, and where have they gone up to find help?

Looking for those yellow turbans? It is better to let Cai Yong die on the spot, and he vows to be inseparable from the yellow scarf.

But I really have no choice, I am distressed and distressed. Cai Yong picked up the piano, held Cai Yan with his wrinkled hand, and listened to the sound of the surrounding summer insects.

Not to mention his broken old bones, let his baby daughter suffer like this, where is Cai Yong's heart willing.

Just when Cai Yong was lost, there was a familiar voice in his ears.

"Sir, it is Yu's fault that Yu forgot to settle a residence with Mr."

came at the right time, Cai Yong touched Zhang Yu's head, and his voice was kind,

"It's not your fault."

ZHANG Yu Baizhi,

"Come with me, sir."

After that, Zhang Yu walked in front, Cai Yong and Cai Yan followed behind, without saying a word, and there was still an endless murmur of insects in his ears, making this night not so lonely.

After walking dozens of steps, Zhang Yu stopped in front of this house, thinking that this was the residence he had arranged, although it looked small, it gave people a sense of security.

"Sir, tonight, the father and daughter will bend here for the time being, and tomorrow Yu will find another place for the two of them."

"It's okay, this place is good, there are no yellow scarves." Cai Yong looked around carefully and came to this conclusion.

Zhang Yu smiled reluctantly with many decisions in his heart, nodded slightly, and said yes.

Cai Yan was tired of waiting for a long time, and pushed the door now, not caring about the conversation between the two men at all.

"It's not early, Xiao Yu should rest quickly."

"Sir, slow, Yu has three confusions, I want to ask Mr."

Why didn't you ask this kid when everyone was gathering just now, but why did you come to ask me at this time?

Cai Yong is not easy to refuse, listen attentively, what is the confusion of Xiao Zhang Yu?

Zhang Yu thought for a while, wanted to speak and stopped, stopped and spoke,

"First, how is Mr. Chen Gong looking at this person?"

"Second, how about Mr. Lu Bu?"

"Third, Mr. Guanyu, how's that?"

Those insects were very anxious and screamed loudly, wanting to rush to give Zhang Yu an answer, but Zhang Yu didn't listen, he only cared about the answer of the old minister in front of him.