"Diao? Where did you hear that name! Sleeve looked at Dong Jue with a puzzled expression, "Moreover, who told you that Diao Chan is a woman about my age." ”

"Isn't it?" Dong Jue didn't know why he suddenly had a bad premonition, according to what was said in the romance, when Wang Yunqiao used a serial plan, Diao Chan was twenty-eight years old, isn't this twenty-eight the twenty-eight taught by the Chinese teacher - 16 years old, but 28 years old?

In this era when people are generally old, the gap of twelve years old, the goddess has become an aunt.

'Don't, author, don't ruin my goddess! Dong Jue seemed to hear the sound of blood dripping from his heart.

Sleeve shook his head, "Of course not, Lord Diao Chan's age is enough to be my mother." ”

Click! Something shattered.

Dong Jue really wants to ask the author, do you want to say that Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu are stupid, for a middle-aged woman's chicken feathers and duck blood, blood and pestle, what are you to be a reader!

But I saw that a very reverent and extravagant expression suddenly appeared on the face of the sleeve, "But after all, Lord Diao Chan is also old, and it is time to give up this name." ”

Seeing Dong Jue's expression of 'I'm a fool', Sleeve Er explained, "In Situ Mansion, the name Diao Chan belongs to the most powerful singer, and the words Diao and Cicada originally meant nobility, so you shouldn't know this." ”

Dong Hao shook his head, I am a scumbag, I am proud.

Sleeve sighed, "Mink tail and golden cicada are both noble accessories, and we singers are just like accessories, just a foil to embellish the noble status of the prince and minister, what is the difference between them and those accessories." ”

I don't know if the readers will accept this explanation, anyway, Dong Jue was scratched by the sudden lonely expression of his sleeves to a soft place in his heart.

"Then why do I feel like you still yearn for the name 'Diao Chan'?"

The sleeves glanced at Dong Jue, "Anyway, we can't escape the fate of being an accessory after all, since we must do it, then why not strive to be the best one!" ”

There is nothing wrong with this, just like a classic line that an old beggar once said to the little beggar Suchaharcan, 'I don't think Your Excellency is not like a beggar from beginning to end, but you can be the overlord of beggars!' ’

The hegemon among beggars - still beggars. Does it make a difference? Of course, at least when I am old, I can proudly tell my grandson that I have worked hard!

Wait a minute, if Sleeve Er becomes the overlord among beggars, she is the overlord among singers, then doesn't it mean that she is the Diao Chan of this era!

Dong Jue looked at his sleeves seriously, and nodded happily, if Diao Chan is such a look, it is acceptable for me to be reluctant, but the steamed buns are too small......

"I'm sure you'll make it happen!"

"Did all your wishes come true?" Sleeve glanced at Dong Jue, "You are quite good at talking, so let's borrow your auspicious words." ”

Sleeve was about to leave, but was interrupted by Dong Jue, but he remembered another thing, so he simply didn't leave, turned around, looked at Dong Jue and said seriously, "You are the captain of the Xiyuan Army, right?" ”

Dong Hao raised his eyebrows, "It's like a fake." ”

Sleeve's eyes lit up, "Then how many people do you have, I know that there are Qu Chang and Tun Chang under the captain, so do you have thousands of people under you?" ”

The difference in height between the two is a head, the sleeves are tilted up at this time, and the expectant expression in his eyes makes Dong Hao's vanity skyrocket in an instant, and without thinking about it, he selectively ignored the fact that his subordinates were only one tun (fifty people), and simply nodded neatly.

'Brother can't beat you, but there are a lot of people under my brother, yes, I'm proud! ’

"Thousands of people, although not much, but they can be of some use." Sleeve almost jumped up happily, she grabbed Dong Hao's arm, and the two small steamed buns were almost pasted, "Captain Dong, let's go play yellow scarves!" ”

"Huh?" Dong Jue was stunned, wasn't the Yellow Turban defeated by Liu Guan, Zhang Cao, and Sun Po many years ago, "Where did the Yellow Turban come from?" ”

Sleeve Er told the news he heard at the banquet in bits and pieces, Dong Jue also heard some doorways from it, it was nothing more than the Bai Bo Army's 100,000 people attacking Hedong, Wang Yun and others were afraid that Dong Zhuo's subordinates would be so useless that it would affect the people's livelihood and public security in Luoyang, so they found a group of people who had more mouths than their hands to drink at home, listen to music, and start a complaining conference.

To be honest, if their conference is really of any use, it won't take more than two years to rely on Diao Chan's dedication to bring down Dong Zhuo.

Xiucai's rebellion for three years has not come true, and it is not a joke.

However, the little girl who didn't understand the world of human feelings directly found Dong Jue, who barely had some strength, with a sense of faith and momentum, although this strength should be put in quotation marks, but Bai Bo's Yellow Turban Army is three heads and six arms.

"I heard people say earlier that the Yellow Turbans are a group of poor people who can't eat, if we can persuade some of the best, if we can't persuade them to surrender, we will beat them down, a group of peasants, no matter how powerful they are, they can't beat your Xiyuan Army, right?"

I don't know if it's because the peerless of this world has an impact on people's personalities, but the little singer who should be delicate and soft has shown signs of turning into a little pepper.

Dong Jue smiled and scratched the back of his head, not knowing whether to tell his sleeves that there were only about fifty stragglers under his command, even if there were only 10,000 people on the other side, it would not be enough for his people to go to stuff his teeth.

In fact, she also knew that it was almost impossible to let Dong Hao lead his soldiers to fight a battle of life and death, and it was just an impulse to say those words just now, but now seeing Dong Heng's delay in expressing her position, her hope turned into disappointment, and her heart slowly cooled.

The world is unstable, everyone seeks self-preservation, Dong Jue's choice is understandable, Sleeve is not an ignorant child, squeezed out an ugly smile and turned away.

Dong Jue watched his sleeves leave, and did not reach out to stop him, because he was really powerless about the matter in front of him.

Not to mention that fifty people against 100,000 people is even more terrifying than ascending to the sky, Dong Zhuo alone can't pass this level, a month is like a sharp sword hanging above his head, he can't take care of himself, how can he have the mind to pay attention to Bai Bojun.

The most important thing is that Dong Hao doesn't remember that there is a record of Bai Bo's army fighting under the city of Luoyang in the romance, and Wang Yun's gang of old people who have eaten enough and have nothing to eat are purely unfounded.

Lie back on the hay and continue watching the movie.

Read the book a hundred times, and its meaning will be revealed.

Dong Jue believes that as long as he insists on watching Zhang Jike shoot a hundred times a day, a hundred times, one day he will imitate his own 'Hundred Birds and Phoenix' from it.

After dawn, the quiet courtyard became noisy, and it seemed to be mixed with the shouts of some women, but Dong Hao didn't care about this, he still didn't plan to go out today, and he would stay in the room for at least ten more days, and wait for people to comment less on him.

However, the conversation between Lu Zhi and the others who came to deliver the meal made Dong Jue have to change his plan to stay at home.

The little singer next door ran away from home.