Did Wang Fan offend? It's definitely a wise choice to send a chicken leg over to let the beard deflat.

"A chicken leg wants to buy me, isn't that not too kind." Huzi took the chicken leg handed over by Wang Fan and bit off a large piece of meat in one bite. In Wang Fan's expectant eyes, Huzi said softly.

"Poof." Wang Fan fell to the ground, he really couldn't figure out why Huzi, who had always been very honest, could say such a thing, has the way of the world changed?

"Poor baby, you can't even buy people's things, right?" Fan Xiwen didn't mean to give Wang Fan any face, and he often fell into the well happily.

"Young master, don't hurt me so much!" Wang Fan's eyes were full of resentment, just like an abandoned resentful woman.

Fan Xiwen rubbed his arm, and hurriedly said, "Okay, let's eat!" "Fan Xiwen still dares to let Wang Fan continue to lose face, just Wang Fan's resentment Fan Xiwen really can't afford to hurt.

After eating a meal noisily, Fan Xiwen and his party patted their bellies with satisfaction and prepared to rest. But at this time, it was raining in the sky, and Suosuo's voice made Fan Xiwen a little upset.

At the moment, Fan Xiwen has no intention of sleeping, and besides, he has been sleeping for so long on the horse, and his spirit is quite good now.

"Wang Fan, come with me." Fan Xiwen stood at the door of his tent, leaned his hand behind his back, and then shouted at Wang Fan.

Wang Fan is now the commander of Jinyiwei, and he is also a person with status in the Le'an army, so he sleeps in a tent independently. When Fan Xiwen called him, Wang Fan was preparing to sleep, who would be able to sleep as leisurely as Fan Xiwen when he was in a hurry?

Wang Fan is this sleepy? "Young master, wait, I'll find you a robe. Look at the rain now. Yawning, Wang Fan delayed as much time as possible.

"No, we'll just walk like this, and we should sober you up." How could Fan Xiwen not know Wang Fan's thoughts, but Fan Xiwen is now You Xingdafa, how could he give Wang Fan an excuse to rest.

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Well, Wang Fan knew that this person in his family would not give himself an excuse. Roll over and get up immediately and get your gear on. Straddled the tent and walked close to the rain and stood in front of Fan Xiwen.

Fan Xiwen didn't say anything, approached the rain, and left the place where the guards were entrenched.

"Childe, how did you think of doing such a tune?" If you want to say what Wang Fan learned from Fan Xiwen, it is definitely these new words, and Wang Fan faintly has the posture that the blue is better than the blue.

"Don't you think it's a nice thing to walk in the rain?" Fan Xiwen smiled slightly, stretched out a hand to feel the smooth tenderness of the rain in the sky, and Fan Xiwen's heart actually had a trace of calm. What was he thinking of at this time? Parents and loved ones in the world of the future.

"Childe, this is very stylish." Wang Fan said very cooperatively, "But does this have anything to do with not sleeping?" I think it's better to sleep. The main reason is that Wang Fan doesn't know what style means, but Wang Fan silently wrote down this word in his heart, so that he can show off when he comes out that day.

"You know how to sleep, and sooner or later you will die of sleep." Fan Xiwen was a little annoyed and wanted to knock Wang Fan's head, but who knew that Wang Fan seemed to be prepared and dodged Fan Xiwen's attack.

"Young master, it's not that you're not kind, it's easy to get sick when it rains lightly this night, so you better go back!" I don't want to be complained about by the eldest lady at that time. The eldest lady in Wang Fan's mouth naturally refers to Qiao Wushuang.

When talking about Qiao Wushuang, Fan Xiwen's face obviously showed a look of satisfaction. It's just that this satisfaction didn't last long.

The Chinese are the most root-conscious people, and returning home is the dream of all scholars, especially in ancient times.

It's a pity that Fan Xiwen's roots are not here, Fan Xiwen can be regarded as a small achievement in his career now. There are tens of thousands of troops under the command of a city equivalent to a city in later generations, and Fan Xiwen's strength in Jizhou is also ranked first, plus he also found a wife who is like a flower, which can really be described as a beautiful scenery in front of people and a romantic relationship after people. It's just that whoever shows all this can make Fan Xiwen feel a sense of accomplishment.

Fan Xiwen was like a rootless duckweed at the end of the Han Dynasty, and he didn't know where his direction was. Fighting for the world is his Fan Xiwen's ideal is good, but even after winning the world?

The Chinese have the idea of honoring their ancestors, but where is his ancestor Fan Xiwen?

"Hey! Wang Fan, you follow behind, and I'll walk alone. At this time, Fan Xiwen's expression was a little indescribably lonely, and there was a hint of non-refusal in his tone.

"Yes." Wang Fan had no choice but to close his mouth and silently take a few steps back, he knew that Fan Xiwen was immersed in memories again.

"Drive." A sound urging the horse slowly came from far and near, and twenty-one cavalrymen appeared in Fan Xiwen's eyes, but Fan Xiwen didn't care, how could he have such thoughts at this time.

However, Fan Xiwen didn't care, but the cavalry on the horse cared about Fan Xiwen very much. Although Fan Xiwen was wearing a white silk robe, revealing elegance, his body exuded a faint majesty.

"Dare to ask Childe, where is this place?" The leader of the cavalry, a middle-aged man who was no more than thirty years old, pulled the reins and arched his hand towards Fan Xiwen and asked.

"Wang Fan, what kind of realm is this?" Fan Xiwen shouted at Wang Fan behind him.

"Young master, I don't know anything here, I didn't ask just now." Behind him, Wang Fan saw a large group of cavalry daring to pick up and run over, with a wary look in his eyes.

Seeing Wang Fan coming, the leading man's original desire to befriend Fan Xiwen lightened a lot. Wang Fan was dressed in a gorgeous military uniform, and at a glance, he knew that he was from the government, and Wang Fan called Fan Xiwen a young master, so he subconsciously compared Fan Xiwen to an ordinary young man.

"Then go to the village and ask yourself." Fan Xiwen was a little embarrassed when he saw that Wang Fan had made a mistake in doing things, so he said to the leading man.

"Thank you for your kindness, but now it's already deep, and it will disturb the people if you go in again, I think we'll just sleep in the wild!" The man's words were full of righteousness, which made Fan Xiwen couldn't help but be interested in him.

Because he was interested in the man's words, Fan Xiwen glanced at him.

He is seven feet long, with thin eyes and long hair, a straight face and quite majestic, and a black cloak behind him that is windless. There are two swords hanging on the horses, and the words "Qingfeng" and "Yitian" can be faintly seen. Seeing this, Fan Xiwen was taken aback, as a typical fan of the Three Kingdoms, would he not know these two swords?

Cao Cao.

"If you don't mind, you can walk a short way, where our team is camping, everyone can have a company together." Fan Xiwen smiled, keeping his guess in his heart.

"Thank you, Childe." The man thanked Fan Xiwen, and was about to leave, but suddenly patted his forehead and said: "Childe, look at my memory, in Cao Cao, the word Mengde, the person of Qianjun." Dare to ask Childe's surname? ”

"Hehe, Le'an, Fan Xiwen." Fan Xiwen was in a good mood when he saw the conjecture in his heart.

In fact, in his previous life, Fan Xiwen's favorite was Cao Cao in the Three Kingdoms, and he could be said to be in a kind of worship of Cao Cao from the bottom of his heart. Cao Cao's life is very legendary, unifying the north, coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes, and giving the north a relatively stable living environment. In fact, in Fan Xiwen's eyes, these are not the most admirable things about Cao Cao.

Fan Xiwen hated the Jin Dynasty the most because it did not protect its own people and caused the northern barbarians to invade. The Wuhu Rebellion almost made the Chinese nation history. As a young man who is familiar with history, Fan Xiwen is very angry, so Fan Xiwen likes those heroes who can resist foreign invasions very much.

Although Cao Cao was defined by everyone as a hero, Fan Xiwen considered him a hero, a hero of the famous clan. During the decades that Cao Cao was in charge of the north, there did not seem to have been a large-scale southward movement of foreign tribes from the north. But as far as Cao Cao is still quiet in the north, he can be regarded as a big hero.

In addition, Cao Cao's invention of the Tuntian method is certainly for the needs of hegemony, but it is not a good thing for the benefit of the people?

So he Cao Cao is Fan Xiwen's idol, but Liu Bei is the object of Fan Xiwen's vomiting.

(Sorry, friends, it's a little late.) The scholar strives to send another chapter at twelve o'clock, hehe)