From that day, the people in the Lu Mansion can always see a melancholy and indignant ignorant little doll, and in the dead of night, it is the most difficult to rest.

Listening to the chirping of insects, the evening breeze of the midsummer night lifted his chin, Zhang Yu raised his head, counted the stars, admired the moon, his eyes showed humiliation and a little unwillingness, and the dogtail grass in his mouth had already been bitten by him.

If Lu Bu's majesty as the head of the family is shattered, then his dignity as a dignified little man was crushed into powder by Xiao Ling'er in front of everyone. I don't know where Xiao Ling'er got such a big hand, she actually dragged herself up alive, just like Lu Bu dragged herself, in front of everyone, let herself suffer a catastrophe, which was very unbearable.

I was powerless to resist, whether it was because I was sick and thin, or because the Lu family's genes were good, why couldn't I beat Xiao Ling'er. Zhang Yu gritted his teeth fiercely and spit vigorously into the night air, spitting out the weeds and humiliation in his mouth.

I picked another piece of grass, which was not dirty at all, and continued to bite viciously, venting the unwillingness in my heart.

Unwillingly, he himself didn't know what he had done to make this girl so crazy.

I haven't seen you for a long time, I finally found out with my conscience, I sent flowers to you, and ended up in such an embarrassing end, this time in Luoyang, I am not just a troublesome child, but also a child who can't beat a girl. Where is still the perfect young master of the yellow scarf.

This damn Lu Bu! This damn little Ling'er.

Bian saw all the changes in her children, and she couldn't ask why, she also knew that she had a little fight with Xiao Ling'er that day, and she shouldn't have become so decadent.

So he stayed by Zhang Yu's side more, thinking that he was contaminated by something unclean, and if his husband was still there, he would definitely be able to find out these ghosts.

The moon in the sky is bright, reflecting people's hearts, and it can be seen that Bian's heart is missing, in her eyes, her child is still lying on the grass, is her husband watching in the sky? When I miss it, I don't realize two lines of tears, and my clothes are wet.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand Mrs. Bian's thoughts, if Zhang Yu is really a child, then he naturally does not need to be so decadent, but he is not a child, he has the dignity of being a man, although he has turned into ashes.

Compared with Zhang Yu's powdery dignity, Luoyang is completely opposite, her construction is becoming more and more perfect, and a comfortable and solid small city has been built on the ruins of the past, without the ashes of the past.

Luoyang does not have the heavy makeup of the prosperous times, but the plain makeup at this time also gives people a neat and clean feeling.

Surrounded by three rings, the avenues are vertical and horizontal, the trails are implicated, extending in all directions, each leading to the region, and the use of the region is different, or for the residence, or for the warehouse, or for the arsenal, or for the small market.

More and more houses are built, and the yellow scarves are becoming more and more like residents, in fact, they are people in the first place.

However, the market in Luoyang is not an ordinary market, here are all yellow turban refugees, no currency, mostly bartered food, scrap iron, wood, and even rotten feather arrows, missing machetes, and some other seemingly useless sundries, can be exchanged for a mouthful of precious grain.

This made the children, women, and children of the city, who had no labor, very happy, and who had their own affairs, and searched the outskirts of the city during the day, picking up spills, looking for miscellaneous items, or chopping wood for delicious food.

Zhang Yu's policy, although it made the expenditure of food larger, also provided a lot of raw materials for the city to make armor, and the arsenal was built in this way.

Isn't it just striking iron to make armor and forging swords and knives, and the same can be done with yellow scarves, Zhang Yu is full of confidence in the wisdom of the people.

The yellow scarf did not live up to Zhang Yu's expectations, although Zhang Yu didn't know how many materials were used, how much manpower and time were spent behind the somewhat ugly armor, but Zhang Yu was already very satisfied if it could be cast.

With this ugly armor, protect yourself and your mother, and by the way, protect the Lu Mansion, and maybe you can protect Liu Xie and Dahan, it's not bad to think about it.

Zhang Yu's policy also attracted refugees from the city of Luoyang, although he heard that Luoyang was full of yellow scarves, but he couldn't escape the fate of starvation if he didn't exchange for a few mouthfuls of food. Therefore, in Luoyang, there are finally people who are not Yellow Turbans, some come and go in a hurry, but some of them directly get on the thief ship of the Yellow Turbans and live, and the Yellow Turbans are not terrible compared to death.

Of course, there are not only refugees who enter Luoyang, but also some strange people.

For example, half a month ago, there was a team of excellent foot soldiers, who wanted to enter Luoyang, and under the confrontation with each other, they asked that it was Gao Shun sent by Lu Bu half a year ago.

He also said that a few days ago, two more teams of men and horses, more than 100 cavalry, the two who took the lead heard that they were named Wei Xu Hao Meng, and they were Lu Bu's own brothers, and the soldiers they brought filled Luoyang's army with a lot of fresh blood.

Zhang Yu faintly felt that something was wrong, if this continued, Lu Bu's military horses seemed to be about to overpower the yellow scarf, so wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted?

No wonder he always felt that Lu Bu had looked at him strangely recently, and he always felt that he was staring at the enemy, and he didn't snatch his treasure.

Could it be that he still holds a grudge against what happened last time, and if he can't do it, he has to talk to Liu Xie again one more time.

But Liu Xie is not easy to find, since that day Zhang Yu gave a beautiful description of the construction of the Han Dynasty, the Han Xian Emperor Xiao Liu Xie actually changed his laziness in the past, pestered Chen Gong and said that he wanted to study and practice, worship Chen Gong as Mr., and began to study behind closed doors, often only seeing him in three or two days.

Zhang Yu could only live a life in the house, guarding against the two big and small demons of the Lu family day and night, looking forward to the help of external forces day and night.

Liao Hua, where are you? Your young master and apprentice are living hard, hurry up and bring soldiers and horses to help me support the scene.

"Young master, the most taboo distraction in martial arts, if you are tired, you might as well take a break."

This kind reminder woke Zhang Yu up from his fantasy, and little Zhang Yu, who was walking on a horse, was sweating nonstop.

"General Xu, I'm fine, let's continue to practice."

Xu Huang was full of praise for the attitude and will of his young master, but he was indeed too thin, and it was time to exercise well, otherwise the dignified yellow scarf leader would not be able to beat a little girl, and what kind of system would he pass on?

What he thinks is also what Zhang Yu thinks, otherwise Zhang Yu would not have pestered Xu Huang a few days ago and asked him to practice martial arts. Enduring the scorching temperature in July and August, Zhang Yu began his own martial arts training journey, and he worked hard for his dignity.

The tall general in front of Zhang Yu seemed to have become a strict coach, and his temperament between his eyebrows was much calmer than before the Luoyang War, and he didn't know if it was because he chose words for himself.

A month ago, Xu Huang finally removed the last bandaged strip of cloth on his body and could walk around on the ground.

Xu Huang recovered quickly, although he was not as vigorous as before, but he also slowly recovered his central qi.

This made Zhang Yu very happy, and promised Xu Huang a set of battle armor, a handy weapon, an army of more than 100 people, and a war horse of his dreams.

Zhang Yu even wanted to give him half of the Yellow Turban power, after all, Xu Huang saved himself and protected his most important thing. What's the harm in giving him a yellow scarf?

However, Xu Huang dared to accept the yellow scarf, knelt down on the spot, and swore again that he would be loyal to Zhang Yu for the rest of his life, his loyalty to the yellow scarf and Zhang Yu came from the bones, and no one could rewrite it.

When this incident came out, in Luoyang City, everyone praised Xu Huang for his self-denial and loyalty.

In the city of Luoyang, a famous general of the Eastern Han Dynasty came out, whose name was Xu Huang and the word Gongming.