The rain that has just fallen has made this land soft and muddy, and the new rain in the empty mountains is a good spring.

The sunset in the evening, squeezing out a little bit of light, took away the moisture in the air.

If you look closely, you can see the weeds, and if you look closely, you can see the footprints.

East of Chang'an and west of Luoyang, a few years ago in this deserted suburb, there were armies moving westward, yellow turbans, and people bent on revenge, leaving behind the original ambitions, leaving countless people's lives, and leaving rivers of blood.

Looking at it now, all kinds of vain things, the man on the horse, with a white beard, has a new ambition in his eyes.

A general rode forward and asked,

"Military advisor, it's been half a month since the march, and I haven't walked the general distance, so slowly marching, I don't know when I will arrive in Luoyang? Slow down any longer, I'm afraid... ”

The middle-aged scribe glanced at the endless distance, and the plan in his heart had been determined long before he set out.

glanced at the general next to him again, and smiled indifferently,

"Although the swift soldiers can attack, the slow dark army can be taken by surprise, attack it unprepared, paralyze the heart of the Luoyang army, and fight in the heart of the soldiers, and have the upper hand. In the army, in order to prepare for several months of military rations, on the way to the march, there are also generals to train morale, why fear? ”

"But the military division, Chang'an, may be difficult to stop the enemy's attack. If we can't take Luoyang quickly, we will lose Chang'an. ”

"General Guo don't panic, a certain has already seen through, although the Xiliang army and horses harass day and night, but there is no intention of actual combat, I have repeatedly observed and pondered, and concluded that it is not for the siege of the city, just to delay the fighters, where to delay? Only Luoyang. Confucianism has already understood that the place of Luoyang must be weak and have no power to guard! I will take this battle! I will take this city! ”

At this point, the feather fan shook slightly, and his eyes once again flashed with unknown ambition.

The general beside him thought for a while, hugged his fists as a salute, nodded yes, worshipped, said,

"The military advisor is clever, and the last general sighs to himself."

The scarf literati closed his eyes and spoke, like a joke,

"General Guo, don't call someone in the name of a military advisor."

With a smile but a little unhappy.

The horse under his crotch unconsciously quickened his pace, leaving the General Guo behind.

Guo Yan and the war horse under his crotch, as if they were stupid, stared at the familiar and unfamiliar back for a long time, and then they were relieved, no longer thought about it, and were busy ordering the soldiers to sneak around.

The man who went away was called Li Ru, a few years ago, he was a military advisor, and a few years later, he was Xiangguo, and he was the second Dong Zhuo.

In the forest, in the mountains, on the road, the army is so vast that there is no end in sight.

Tens of thousands of armored soldiers walked slowly to Luoyang, for the revenge of Guo Yan and others, and also for Li Ru's ambition.

Zhang Yu, who was still choosing between war and non-war, did not expect that war or not war was never something he could decide, even if the king asked, how many people in the world were willing to recognize this king?

The footsteps do not stop, the wheels do not know, the horse's hooves move forward, the ambition is vigorous, or there are people who have no Han Emperor in their hearts, and who has no world in their hearts?

I don't know if it's the coolness after the rain, or if someone is thinking about Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu on horseback sneezed several times in a row, and he felt a little chill in the wet, and shook his sleeves and pinched his collar vigorously, trying to squeeze out the rain. I still have little strength, and I can't get rid of the cold on my clothes, but fortunately, it doesn't rain anymore.

Xu Huang has a heart, running fast, and wants Zhang Yu to return to Luoyang and return to his house sooner, at least he must change into clean clothes, if he makes the young master cold, he will make a big mistake again.

Zhang Yu didn't say much, it was regarded as acquiescence, and leaned on Xu Huang's body, wanting to steal a little warmth from Xu Huang's body.

Looking at the faint stars in the purple night, Zhang Yu was obsessed, but unfortunately he couldn't watch the stars, the more he looked, the more he looked at it, the more confused he became, and finally he fell into a deep sleep, as if he was lying on a couch in the house.

Outside the dream is full of choices, although there is no heavenly master in the dream to give him a dream and tell him what way to go, but it is rare to steal the leisure of a dream.

There is everything in the dream, which makes people reluctant to leave.

There is nothing in the dream, so you don't have to worry too much.

Zhang Yu reluctantly opened his heavy eyelids, but let go of the dream that he was unwilling to leave.

His eyelashes trembled weakly, and he shook his head to look at each other, but the surroundings were hazy and difficult to see.

Even the sunlight on the windowsill wanted to help him cover his eyes, and he couldn't bear to leave the beauty of his dreams.

When he moved, he was a little weak, and the chapped feeling of his lips made him extremely uncomfortable.

He pulled out his hands from the quilt and rubbed his eyes vigorously for a while before he dared to open them slowly under the gaze of the sun.

Small wooden buckets, coarse cloth towels, familiar rooms, it seems that I have seen this scene somewhere, fortunately, there is no more Lu Bu's voice outside the house, otherwise Zhang Yu will think that he has returned to the time when he first arrived in Luoyang.

Prop yourself up, check your body, except for the fatigue and the feeling of dizziness in your head, there is nothing else wrong.

patted his forehead, didn't he still ride his horse and gallop on Xu Huang, counting the rare stars in the sky, why did the world change a lot as soon as his eyes were closed and opened.

It is not only the world that has changed, but also the face of Bian, who looks extremely old lying in front of his couch.

There were still undried tears in the corners of his eyes, and he fell asleep tiredly, still reading Zhang Yu's name in his mouth, which made Zhang Yu's heart worse, and he couldn't bear to disturb his mother's rare rest.

I thought that I was cold, sick and slept for a long time, which made my mother worry too much.

reasoned about the part of his amnesia, seven, seven, eight, eight, eight, and there were not too many errors.

I was very helpless in my heart, who said that exercising can improve my physique, and I have practiced for seven or eight years, but I still can't get rid of the disease-prone body.

After thinking about Zhang Jiao and complaining about Xu Huang, I was about to blame Liao Hua. Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps outside the house, and not long after, there was a creak, and a small crack was pushed open in the wooden door, and a cute little girl doll came out of the crack in the door.

Holding a hairy reed in his hand, he doesn't have much ill intentions at first glance.

Raising his eyes, he was unfortunate to face Zhang Yu.

Frightened Xiao Ling'er, she hid the small reed in her hand behind her with a weak heart, and felt as if she couldn't hide it, so she simply took it out and swayed it left and right in her hand, showing it all the time.

For some reason, Zhang Yu felt that his nose was a little inexplicably itchy, rubbed it a few times, and called softly,

"What is Xiao Ling'er doing here?"

spoke in a very small voice, for fear of waking up her tired mother, and for fear that Xiao Ling'er would not be able to hear clearly, so she beckoned her to come forward, and now she really has to find someone to ask about the situation.

Xiao Ling'er hesitated for a while, threw the reed at the door, and tiptoed closer to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu repeated the question he had just asked,

"What is Xiao Ling'er doing here? Why did you forsake the reed? ”

After twisting for a while, Xiao Ling'er held back such an answer,

"Xiao Yuzi can't leave the house because she is sick, Ling'er just came to see if Xiao Yu can still eat?"

What is the connection between these discarded reeds?

Zhang Yu always felt that this girl was cheating, but it was important to ask about the matter, and ignore the reeds outside the house.

When asked about other things, Xiao Ling'er spoke smoothly.

At noon that day, Zhang Yu went out worriedly, and in the evening, he came home wet and sick, and had fallen asleep.

frightened Xu Huang, frightened Mrs. Bian, and frightened Xiao Ling'er.

is guarding, decoction, and companionship, but Zhang Yu himself had a heartless dream.

A dream is a night and a day, and a thought is a lifetime.