"The destiny of heaven is unpredictable, how can my brother be confused by rumors?"

Yuan Shao shook his head, "How can I be the one who will be confused by rumors?" When I faced Gongsun Chan in the place of death, I knew that the destiny was mine! ”

And now, it is not that the destiny has left him, but that his body is no longer healthy, and many distracting thoughts and cowardice naturally arise in his heart for no reason.

If it's just a heart disease, it's easy to treat.

After thinking for a while, the scheming Fa Xiao on his side showed a narrow smile on his face, "If my brother believes that the Liu family is not destroyed, my brother has a plan." ”

Yuan Shao's eyes lit up, "Ah Pu, come quickly!" ”

"Brother, why don't you 'serve the Son of Heaven to please the minister'?"

Liu Bei's vitality has also not fully recovered, and if Yuan Shao attacks him now at any cost, it will be difficult for Liu Bei to resist.

— but the consequences are also troublesome.

Liu Bei has the seal of the left general of the imperial court, and the seal of the Marquis of Yifeng Township, he is a son of the clan, and he has the hope of the world. defeated him, and caused the court to issue a second edict, asking the princes of the world to crusade against him, which was very embarrassing.

And what's even more embarrassing is that Liu Bei is not easy to fight.

Cao Cao's careful arrangement last year, flooded Pi, and almost trapped Liu Bei in the city, but in the end, he was saved by Lu Lian all the way.

Even if Liu Bei is captured this time, if it is his own side and loses his troops, will Jiangdong Sun Ce and Jingzhou Liu Biao be indifferent? Therefore, Yuan Shao is often distressed by this matter.

But now that he heard Cao Cao's words, he was stunned.

"Greeting the Son of Heaven?"

"Not bad." Cao Cao said with a smile, "The Mandate of Heaven of the Great Han is, of course, on this Son of Heaven, if my brother wants to get the Mandate of Heaven, why not welcome the Son of Heaven?" ”

Yuan Shao's two sword eyebrows furrowed deeply, "Am I just trying to use the Mandate of Heaven to cure a disease, and I can't do it like this?" ”

…… How can this be just for healing?

When his brother was young and healthy, he was a tough and resolute person with a very scheming personality, but now I don't know if it was because of the woman or the heir who was struggling with his mind, he became so confused.

"Brother, think about it, my brother is based in Hebei, and the soldiers and horses are so majestic, the Son of Heaven naturally relies on the clan, but if the Son of Heaven is in Hebei, how can he not rely on his brother?"

Yuan Shao thought carefully for a while, "Ah Gou, when the Son of Heaven was the Marquis of Dong, we were not close to him, and now he has settled in Luoyang, and Liu Bei is far away in Xuzhou, so he can't threaten him, how can he come to Hebei?" ”

"Brother Benchu, the Son of Heaven is just a child," Cao Cao said with a smile, "Brother thinks too much." ”

“…… Child? ”

"My Erlang was naughty when he was young, and if the maid wanted to feed him a mouthful of food, he would always sweat profusely and run around the courtyard a few times," Cao Cao said, "I ordered that no one should give him food except for two meals in the morning and evening, otherwise he would be killed immediately, and then the maid would not have to feed him again." ”

…… The Son of Heaven is already eighteen years old, and this meal naturally does not need to be fed by a maidservant.

Therefore, Yuan Shao couldn't help but ask, "It's easy for you to cut off your Erlang's food, how can the Son of Heaven be willing to comply?" ”

The Son of Heaven lived in Luoyang, but the people of Gyeonggi were relocated by Dong Zhuo once, and were repeatedly slaughtered by Li Dao and Guo Yan, and the farmland was almost deserted.

After the imperial court returned, many of the displaced people from all over the world wanted to go back to Luoyang, but it was not easy.

To the west of Luoyang is Guanzhong, where hundreds of thousands of people cannibalize each other and have eaten each other, and there are not many people left who can grow food for the imperial court;

To the east of Luoyang is Yanzhou, and Cao Cao will never let the displaced people return to Luoyang, so he naturally spares no effort to keep them in his territory and work for his own farming.

Only the people of Bingzhou can come to Luoyang through Zhang Yang's Yewang County, and only Zhang Yang, a prince, is still steadily sending the output of the territory to Luoyang to support the court of Luoyang.

The Son of Heaven was reluctant to come to Yuan Shao to eat here, because Zhang Yang was feeding him, and this loyal Hanchen was named the Marquis of Jinyang, and he was fake Jieyue.

Listening to Cao Cao's eloquent words, Yuan Shao immediately frowned.

"Ah Pu wants to attack Uncle Zhang Zhi? After all, he is a Hanchen, and his face must not look good, you have caused the resentment of the ministers because of the attack on Liu Bei last year, so you must be careful this time. ”

His rhetoric is a bit rambling, which is very unworthy of such a hegemonic identity.

But Cao Cao glanced at him, put his hand on Yuan Shao's broad palm, held it hard, and shook it.

"Brother, relax, I always have a way, Liu Bei's side, send the void and the snake...... Brother should also cherish the maintenance and work hard to add food," his eyes flashed with a cold light, "at least a few months, at most half a year old, I will have good news!" ”

When Cao Cao's servants returned from Yecheng, Guo Jia's mind was not very clear.

The weather was really good, and the new wine from that brewery was wonderful.

A servant girl poured him glass after glass, and he was not a man of drunkenness, and soon he was drunk to the ground.

During the Qingming Festival, he was so drunk in front of Xi Zhicai's tomb, until a soldier arrived in a hurry, and couldn't help but put him in the carriage.

The car had already prepared a hot water handkerchief, and the maidservant wiped his face with a warm handkerchief over and over again, and when he arrived at Cao Cao's mansion, he finally woke up the strategist.

…… But don't be surprised by the appearance of this body.

When Cao Cao saw him, he smiled very gently.

"If Feng Xiao is still sleepy and insufficient, it is better to rest in my house for a while."

He hiccuped, rubbed his eyes again, and sat down to drink tea, "The lord must have something important, and he will not dare to delay it." ”

"Well," Cao Cao said, "my health is not as good as it was at the beginning, and if there is no good doctor, I am afraid it will only be in a year or two." ”

Guo Jia came to his senses in an instant.

"In that case, the lord cannot wait any longer."

"I've sent someone to look for Hua Tuo." Cao Cao said so.

He seemed to be in a trance, so he didn't make sense of the words, which made Guo Jia feel a little surprised.

The lord was slightly stunned, not out of interest and calculation, but simply worried about his friend who grew up together.

He felt worried, anxious, and even painful.

But only for this moment, Cao Cao quickly came to his senses.

"I was reluctant to send troops to attack Zhang Yang at the beginning, Feng Xiao has a clever plan?"

"Zhang Yang is loyal, not eloquent, he is too benevolent and does not know how to restrain his subordinates, so he has no prestige." Guo Jia said while thinking about it, "The lord can first befriend his subordinate generals with gold silk, as long as someone accepts it, this matter will not be difficult." ”

Cao Cao nodded slowly, "I have always trusted Fengxiao's idea. ”

Today, there are servants who sprinkle and clean the ground, and the bluestone bricks are sprinkled with water, so that the small puddles are a little conspicuous in the sun.

Cao Cao didn't like luxury, and he didn't pay attention to these worn stone bricks, so he always had to be extra careful when passing through those uneven places, otherwise he would easily fall.

When the officials in the palace walked, most of them frowned and were cautious.

There is only one person stepping on clogs, walking on the uneven stone slabs, but his steps are still upright and graceful, and at a glance, he feels like he stands out from the crowd.

Guo Jia recognized him immediately.

"Wen Ruo!"

When Xun Yu raised his head, the silver threads on his sideburns stung Guo Jia's eyes for a moment.

He was still the beautiful man with a good demeanor, and his appearance had not been damaged in the slightest, whether it was the long eyebrows that were in the sideburns, the dark eyes, the straight nose, or the magnificent beard, there seemed to be no change.

But he's just not the same as before.

When he looked over, Guo Jia suddenly regretted that he had just shouted.

Things are different now.

When the Son of Heaven did not return to Luoyang and suffered from bumps and hardships all the way, Xun Yu hoped that the lord could welcome the Son of Heaven, serve the Son of Heaven to ask for ministers, and calm the troubled times.

This is naturally for the sake of the lord, but even more for the Son of Heaven.

Xun Yu is a Hanchen, I'm afraid he will be a Hanchen all his life.

So how can he say it? Guo Jia thought that the Son of Heaven was staying well in Luoyang, and he had to find a way to kill Zhang Yang, expel Lu Bu, and use Yuan Shao's name to force the Son of Heaven to leave Luoyang, using him as a banner against Liu Bei.

He wants to say to Xun Yu, the majesty of the Han family, the majesty of the Son of Heaven, and the majesty of the court, in his eyes, in the eyes of the lord, is there nothing left?

Can he say that?

…… But if he doesn't say it, Xun Yu doesn't know?

Cao Cao didn't know what Guo Jia and Xun Yu were thinking at the moment.

It was a fine spring afternoon, and he was already feeling very tired when he came back from his journey and made such a plan.

"Come here." He said.

But after a while, a beautiful woman came to him. This is his new concubine, born with almond eyes and peach cheeks, and very gentle and obedient, so she is very favored by him.

When she changed his clothes and helped him to the bed, Cao Cao let out a long sigh of comfort.

Or his back house is quieter, huh.

"I'll just take a nap," he touched her cold black silk and smiled gently, "remember to wake me up in a moment." ”

Chapter 320

The earth is furry again.

First the delicate grass buds, then the stretched blades of grass, have now turned into endless greenery, and occasionally a breeze blows and blows away one or two impatient dandelions, mixed with catkins and sprinkled together.

Lu hangyu sneezed.

The horse sneezed as well.

She rode through the countryside, rubbed her nose, and looked around.

During the Qingming Festival, almost all the people in the drama city ran out, some went to sweep the tombs, some went to play, and some went to the countryside to take a look at their fields. Generally speaking, tomb sweepers and visitors will bring their family or friends, carry two cans of wine, and go out of the city with a calm demeanor, not to say that the mood is very happy, at least peaceful.

And the people who go to see their own fields often look strange, seem to be annoyed, and seem to be unable to bear it, and there is often a circle of burning bubbles on the side of their mouths. Although it looks strange and pitiful, this part of the people often go out in a car, so from a class point of view, they are not very worthy of sympathy.

The reason for these scholars to run out is very simple: this spring is planned, which means that before the summer comes, the magistrates in various places will compile and report the household registration, taxes, thieves, prison lawsuits, and other matters in the areas under their jurisdiction. In particular, people, fields, and goods need to be counted.

…… This "goods" not only refers to warehouses and grain, cattle, horses, pigs and sheep, but also forage, straw, etc.

In the Western Han Dynasty, the Dutian case was held in the spring, while in the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was in the autumn, and the upper count was usually at the end of the year, but last winter, the people were still in the great migration, and there was no way to engage in these administrative activities, so it was held in the spring.

There are also several kinds of case ratios, there are people in the county who have come to the county seat, queuing up for the census, this kind of is a little unfriendly to the elderly, you can often see the old man and the old lady sitting on the cart, and the son sweating from the village more than ten miles away or even dozens of miles away, pulling his parents over.

…… Pull it in front of the little official, show it to the little official, make a note, write down the name, place of origin, age, appearance, personal relationship, etc., and then pull it back.

…… It's very tormenting people, the officials are tired, and the people are also tired.

…… But this year is different, not so tired of the people, but especially tired of the officials.