"Alas, don't stay at home in the future, pay more attention to major events, this matter is known to everyone in the army." Zhuge Liang sighed.

What do you mean, this is looking down on me! Wang Baoyu's identity as the beloved disciple of the Nine Heavens Xuannu was questioned, and his face was a little unbearable for a while, and he became angry, glared and said: "Sir, let me calculate it carefully, I really don't believe it, I have to burn Xiahoudun again in Bowangpo!" ”

"Shhh, there is no joke in the army, don't let others hear it loudly!" Zhuge Liang frowned dissatisfiedly and reminded.

"What, don't you believe it? Why don't we bet, what do you say? Wang Baoyu shouted with a red face, the book really said so, can there be a mistake?

"Everything needs to be flexible, don't be persistent."

"What can't be changed, sir, I'm all for you, you don't have any credit now, just as the so-called three fires of the new official took office, this is your first burning fire!"

"You think about it, I still have to go to the lord to discuss the plan against the enemy." Zhuge Liang said casually and hurriedly went out.

This man! What are you stubborn about? Wang Baoyu muttered indignantly behind his back, and after returning to his room depressed, he thought about it for a long time, and he didn't have too good ideas, but he still insisted that the burning of Bowangpo was Zhuge Liang's first achievement after he was a fledgling, how did it not happen, and would history change because of this?

If history has really changed because of this, then what's the use of returning to the modern era, maybe everything in the modern era has changed, and the family may not be able to find it because of this, Wang Baoyu began to worry again.

Zhuge Liang's burning of Bowangpo has long been proved by later historians that it was fictional by the author of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and it is not such a thing at all, it is purely artistic processing. But Wang Baoyu has only watched "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", but he firmly regards this as real history.

No, if Lao Tzu wants to go home, he must make a fire to burn Bowangpo, don't care about the big fire and the small fire, just burn it and match the history! Wang Baoyu thought so firmly, got up and went to Zhang Fei to further inquire about Liu Bei's burning of Bowangpo.

Zhang Fei was writing in the mansion, and when he saw Wang Baoyu coming, he immediately grinned and smiled, very happy. Then, Zhang Fei took out a few pictures of beauties to show Wang Baoyu, all of whom were defenseless models.

"Third brother, it's really getting more and more expressive." Wang Baoyu didn't have the heart to look at this, and said casually.

"Hehe, brother, you're right, there are a lot of people asking for this kind of painting." Zhang Fei whispered excitedly.

"Who are they?" Wang Baoyu inquired curiously.

"In addition to the local civil and military ministers, there are also Cao Cao's envoys, Sun Quan's envoys, Zhang Lu's envoys, Liu Zhang's envoys, Xiliang envoys, etc." Zhang Fei said proudly.

Wang Baoyu couldn't help but be stunned, aren't these princes all mortal enemies? Why do you still have contacts? Of course, this is his lack of knowledge, when these princes wage war against each other, it is unsympathetic, but there is often communication in ordinary times, especially art has no borders, and it often happens that they exchange gifts with each other.

Of course, with the aesthetic vision of the people at that time, Zhang Fei's body paintings had not yet reached the point of being regarded as elegant art, and after these people got the paintings, they only secretly hung them in the boudoir for pleasure.

"I don't tell my brothers about this kind of painting." Zhang Fei thought of something, and said to Wang Baoyu with a smile.

"Naturally, brother, I'm not a long-tongued woman."

Of course, Wang Baoyu didn't come here to discuss art with Zhang Fei, and after a few more words of praise, he asked: "I heard that Cao Bing has been launched, why is the third brother still so Yaxing?" ”

"Hehe, don't panic, isn't there a Kong Ming military division!" Zhang Fei blinked with a wicked smile.

Damn, Zhang Fei wants to see Zhuge Liang embarrassed, but it still doesn't seem that Zhuge Liang is in his eyes, Wang Baoyu said disdainfully: "Uncle Liu Huang is full of sorrow, you have to think about it for him, right?" ”

Zhang Fei grinned again, patted his chest and said: "My old Zhang is a rough man, if the Cao thief really fights, I will be able to keep my eldest brother safe and sound!" ”

"The third brother is really righteous."

"Hehe, so, a brave and unscrupulous person like me has to rely on the military advisor to come up with a plan before acting." Zhang Fei gloated.

Wang Baoyu didn't speak for Zhuge Liang, knowing that the suspicion between them would have to wait until the future to slowly resolve, and asked, "What happened to the last time Bowangpo was burned?" Tell me about it! ”

As soon as he said this, Zhang Fei suddenly came to his senses, and said with a gesture: "I think back then, Cao Cao's guy wanted to take advantage of the eldest brother's unstable foothold, intending to Jingzhou, and let the one-eyed Xiahoudun lead 5,000 soldiers and horses to attack Xinye. The eldest brother knew the plan, confronted Bowangpo, and then designed to burn our camp tent, pretending to retreat, that Xiahoudun believed it was true, regardless of the dissuasion of greed and recklessness, he was in the valley of Bowangpo, encountered us and others set up an ambush, until he was killed on his back, holding his head and running away, it was really fast! ”

"You mean, Uncle Liu Huang burned his own tent?" Wang Baoyu asked in astonishment.

"Exactly!" Zhang Fei nodded, and added with a proud face: "Although our side has suffered some losses, we have gained a lot of Xiahou Dun's grain and grass, and it is that battle that Cao Cao has not dared to covet the land of Jingzhou for many years. ”

Hearing Zhang Fei say this, Wang Baoyu's heart was open for a while, but he remembered that the book said that it was Xiahoudun's soldiers and horses that were burned, not his own camp, it seems that Zhuge Liang's burning of Bowangpo this time can still be established, as for why Liu Bei's war was not recorded in the book, well, it may be that the scale is too small and ignored.

Wang Baoyu thought so, of course he was self-righteous, and he wanted to talk to Zhang Fei more about these things, but Liu Bei sent someone to ask Zhang Fei to go over to discuss the matter, Zhang Fei didn't dare to delay for a moment, said sorry to Wang Baoyu and left in a hurry.

Back at the mansion, it was getting late, Wang Baoyu thought about the conversation with Zhang Fei, and also learned that Liu Bei was by no means a busy person, not everything relied on crying noses, relying on the brothers to work for him.

In anxious waiting, it wasn't until midnight that Zhuge Liang came back tiredly.

Wang Baoyu hurriedly rushed to Zhuge Liang's room and inquired, "Sir, how did you discuss?" ”

"Cao's army is too strong to compete with it, and the lord wants to give up Xinye Fancheng and go all the way south to Cangwu." Zhuge Liang said.

"Isn't it too shameless to run away without a fight?" Wang Baoyu said unwillingly.

"Now that he has made a bad deal with Xiangyang, the lord is isolated and helpless, and with only 20,000 soldiers and horses, against Cao Cao's 200,000 army, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and there is no chance of winning." Zhuge Liang sighed.

"Since ancient times, there have been many examples of less winning more, why don't we try it?" Wang Baoyu said.