Zhao Yue hurriedly told the idiot about this solution to the grain and grass crisis, and the idiot thought for a moment, and seemed to think that it was feasible, but he felt that it was inappropriate to let Zhao Yue go in person.

Zhao Yue didn't want to go in person, he actually wanted to go to Chang'an under Dong Zhuo during this time to find his eldest brother Zhang Duan, after all, he was the one who brought him out of Kunyang Village, and now if he wants to make things happen, he should still pay a visit.

So, Zhao Yue handed over the bronze medal of the Yuedan evaluation on his body to the little boy Mengshi, and ordered him to ride a horse overnight to Yecheng, Jizhou, Hebei Province to find Pan Yu, and ask him to talk about borrowing grain from Yuan Shao.

He himself packed the package early one morning and prepared to go on the road to Chang'an.

Walking on horseback on the newly built streets, lined with Luoyang City, which has gradually become vibrant, although it is not as diverse as before, and all kinds of literati are everywhere, but people come and go, and the busy appearance has made him feel quite accomplished.

When the people on both sides of the road saw him riding out, they would call him "Zhao Taishou" with a grateful look. This made Zhao Yue a little embarrassed, and even more flattered.

Suddenly, the shouts of the young Qin Feng came from behind.

"Lord, you go slowly! Mr. Idiot asked me to go to Chang'an with you! ”

When Zhao Yue turned around, Qin Feng had already come to his side, then pulled the reins and rode along the path with Zhao Yue.

In Zhao Yue's consciousness, he was not used to being called "lord" by the people around him, but the law of the fool was strict, and he strictly required his subordinates to call Zhao Yue a proper title when they saw him. As for the title of "Young Master", Meng Idiot and Meng Shi only call it when there is no one else.

Zhao Yue glanced at Qin Feng and asked curiously as a monarch, "The idiot didn't worry about me before he let you come with me, how about it?" Are Liu Xian's group of children still serious during this time? ”

In the past few days under Zhao Yue, Qin Feng has already seen that Zhao Yue is bent on restoring Luoyang, so he has already recognized Zhao Yue, the lord who is about the same size as him, and when he heard Zhao Yue's words at this time, he replied respectfully: "Lord, although those children are young, they have experienced the great disaster in Luoyang, and they have some shadows of adults, when I was young, I was not so sensible. ”

As the saying goes, "born in sorrow, die in peace", those children survived the tribulation, and they were much more resilient than their peers in other places, which Zhao Yue was happy to see.

After Qin Feng finished speaking, Zhao Yuezai nodded with satisfaction on the horse, and almost wanted to open his mouth, but in the end he didn't speak.

First, with his current status, he must stand up, and he can't casually say what he thinks to his subordinates without consideration; Second, he didn't trust this young man Qin Feng too much.

Perhaps because he had read too many history books and military books, some historical facts and strategies during this period made Zhao Yue begin to feel that the people around him could not be easily trusted, and now he is slowly developing towards a suspicious mentality.

Once a new person is integrated into his circle, he will always ask himself a few more whys?

For him now, the only few friends who can make him completely trust are Zhang Duan and Cao Ping, who he made before he went to Songshan. Because at that time, he was simple and ignorant, and had no scheming; The burden in my heart is not so heavy, and I interact with people with true feelings.

However, in the present, he always feels that the past life is good, and the friends of the past are always more important than the friends of the present.

"Maybe that's just growth." Zhao Yue comforted herself like this in her heart.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already left the gate of Luoyang City, surrounded by a green field that had been developed, just waiting for the autumn harvest to ripen.

The fast horse whipped on the official road, Qin Feng tossed and turned on the horse, and the iron pieces in the animal skin on his body made a metal collision sound, like a pleasant copper bell. As if he suddenly remembered something, he scratched his head and asked, "Young master, there is something I don't quite understand, can you ask?" ”

Zhao Yue looked at the surrounding scenery and replied flatly: "Ask." ”

Qin Feng said with confidence: "I see that the lord seems to have read a lot of books, his martial arts are also good, he is a capable person, since he wants to succeed, why not in his hometown, or other better cities?" Why did you choose Luoyang? Since Dong Zhuo, Luoyang has almost become a wasteland, without any use value, and even the princes of all walks of life have avoided it. The Lord's choice to raise troops here is good for us suffering people, but it is indeed quite difficult for the Lord. ”

When the words fell, Zhao Yue just smiled bitterly.

Of course he knew what Qin Feng said, but he also had something unspeakable: thinking that he was originally a commoner, although the Qin royal family had blood, how many people would be able to admit it today? He just has the assistance of a person who is loyal to Daqin, and if he wants to raise troops in other states and counties, it is a question of whether someone can respond.

However, Luoyang is different, this city has just been destroyed by Dong Zhuo, the people are poor, and as long as someone is willing to take over this mess, they will naturally be very grateful in their hearts. Therefore, for Zhao Yue, choosing Luoyang as the foundation can be regarded as valuing Luoyang's low value but high potential.

Of course, Zhao Yue also has a certain emotion for Luoyang.

As for the surrounding powers, he was not too worried, because with his current strength, it seemed that he was so weak that it was not worth the princes' troops at all, and those who had their own evil intentions calculated each other was enough to make them anxious, and they would never make a temporary decision to attack his idea.

Based on his view of the history of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, judging that in today's troubled times, some people with a little foresight will also notice his actions, but Zhao Yue speculated on the attitude of those people, and should also be on the sidelines, preparing for him to turn the lean meat into fat, and they will come to harvest it again, which can also save a lot of time to rebuild Luoyang.

"Ugh." Thinking of this, Zhao Yue let out a long sigh.

Qin Feng always seemed to like to smear patterns on his face, and at this time, like a barbarian, he asked puzzledly, "Lord, why are you sighing?" ”

Zhao Yue turned her head to look at this young man who was the same size as herself, but kept calling her lord, her heart was desolate, and her eyes also revealed a trace of fatigue and sadness.

He missed the days with Zhang Duan and Cao Ping more and more, carefree and didn't understand anything.

But now? He felt as if he had changed into a different person, saying that it was to support the old ancestors and dynasties, but what he thought and made was almost no different from those princes.

Zhao Yue looked at Qin Feng and said, "It's nothing, the weather is hot and dry, so it's just a little chest tightness and shortness of breath, you and I hurry up, I want to go to Chang'an City as soon as possible." ”

With that, he swung his long whip vigorously and drove away, while Qin Feng rode behind and followed closely.

The second riding path enters the path between the woods, and between the forest shadows, the horses are staggered and overlapped, and the figure is ethereal. Zhao Yue prayed in her heart, praying that his eldest brother would be safe and sound, as heroic and hearty as he was back then.

Chang'an City, the second hall of the new palace of the Han Dynasty, the residence of Dong Zhuo.

The decoration here is comparable to the real palace of the Son of Heaven, under the golden splendor, the red silk hooks the four red pillars, making the whole hall feel as if in a very sacred atmosphere.

Bronze ornaments and gold, concealed inside; Strict warriors, standing outside the hall. There are also many pleasures such as drums, beautiful queens, delicacies, and fine wine. Dong Zhuo sat on the golden throne of the high hall, his face full of horizontal flesh squeezed together, his eyes squinted, looking very happy, and in his arms, he was holding a petite and beautiful woman like a flower, who was making a delicate appearance at this time, which attracted Dong Zhuo's applause.

The woman has warm skin, a slender figure, a graceful waist, and a beautiful appearance, which is really a masterpiece in the world; It's none other than the singer in the former Wang Yun's mansion rumored by the outside world.

Those eyes were dark and bright, and the magic of the spirit was so expressive that the entire hall could feel it.

It's just that a discerning person can see at a glance that Lu Bu, who used to stand next to Dong Zhuo, has not appeared where he should have appeared for a long time, but Dong Zhuo doesn't seem to take it to heart.