She recognized him, this person was a veteran of Zhang Liao's side, who had followed Zhang Liao's southern expedition to the north for so long, and fought bravely and was not afraid of death, so he was also very famous in the battalion.

But he seemed to be speechless because of his extreme fear.

With his appearance, not only Zhang Miao and Zhang Chao came up, but even Zhang He's face showed a look of surprise.

Did Xun Chen's army attack Puyang?

Did Yuan Shao send troops again?

Is Cao Cao's army coming?

"Say!" She snapped, "What a person! ”

The veteran took a breath and finally shouted, "Son of God! The Son of Heaven is here! ”

The open space under the Great Bow was extremely quiet for a moment.

After a while, Zang Hong jumped up and ran to the car outside the gate!

As we all know, the Son of Heaven does not travel fast every day.

There are guards of honor in the procession, guards by armor, and various servants to serve, among which armor soldiers need to hold long cards to open the way in front, and there are a large group of palace maids among the servants, so they can't go fast.

So she calculated that she would have to come back for another month to enter Yanzhou, which was still calculated according to the speed of walking fifteen kilometers a day, and it was already remarkable that this group of people could walk thirty miles a day.

Leaving Puyang, all the way to the west, the scout chose a small road, on both sides of the road first farmland villages, then lush jungles, and then the road is almost out of sight, all the cyclists can only lie on horseback, to prevent the branches on both sides of the crazy slap in the face, the scout pointed to the front and shouted:

"It's here! It's here! ”

At the end of the path that was close to the beast coming out, behind the bushes!

Suspiciously, she jumped off her horse, and as she approached a few steps, a spear poked out!

"There's a thorn—"

The soldier looked at her awkwardly through the bushes.

His clothes were so tattered that his sleeves were gone, so he had to wander among the thorns with his bare arms, which were covered with countless bloodstains.

She waved her hand, "Zhao Dagou? ”

The spear was put down on the other side, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, "Xiao Lu Langjun!" There you are! ”

Her heart lifted again in an instant, "I'm here to meet the Son of Heaven, what about the Son of Heaven?" ”

Zhao Dagou looked behind her, and then looked at her.

"The Son of Heaven is over there," he choked up, "Little Lu Langjun ......"

The scalp of the land hanging fish exploded in that moment!

The Son of Heaven is coming!

Why did he come?!

How did he come so soon?

Why didn't he say hello when he came?

He didn't say hello, and ran to Dongjun, if there are three long and two short, whose pot is this???

Everyone in the world knows that Liu Bei is not only a member of the Han family, but also the most powerful member of the Han family!

This means –

Lu Hangyu didn't dare to think about it.

In a trance, she slashed open the thorns in front of her with her sword, and walked step by step to the deepest part of the jungle.

In the glade, many people were lying or sitting.

These people were dressed strangely, some of them wore a crown of buns, some of them wore a crown of sable, some of them wore turbans, and some of them had nothing in their buns, and they were bare; Some of them wore tattered silk coats, some wore cloth coats, and some wore only medium coats, and they looked ashamed.

These people range in age from gray beards to teenagers, and what they all have in common is that they are all passable-looking, and their skin has a kind of fairness that is not often seen in the sun.

As soon as she saw their looks, skin, and clothing, she gradually had a number in her heart.

The group of grizzled men were surrounding a badly damaged, but still golden-looking car, as if they were talking to someone in the car, and as she approached, someone immediately shouted again, "Who! ”

So the group turned and looked at her with the one of their stars holding the moon.

It was a young man of the same age as Zhuge Liang, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a bun crown on his head, wearing a silk deep coat, and a jade belt around his waist, compared to the tattered clothes of the group of scholars, his clothes were relatively complete, but still stained with some stains.

The young man's skin was so white that there was almost no blood, and his facial features were extremely delicate, but they revealed a sense of weakness, at least when he saw her leading a group of people over, the young man's eyes immediately showed horror and vigilance.

"Ji Tinghou?!" A grizzled Yang Xiu came out of the crowd, "Why are you here?" ”

The strangeness in his tone, she didn't think very clearly, but when she saw the emperor, she still had to hurry up and salute.

…… How to salute?

Step forward in small steps and push to the end.

"The Marquis of the Minister's Pavilion, the General of the Cavalry, Lu Lian-"

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind beside him.

…… Zang Hong, who was tearful in his eyes, finally pounced.

This loyal minister of the big man didn't think about it at all, and threw himself directly into the grass.

"Your Majesty——!!!"

Crying.

First Zang Hong cried, and then the secretary cried.

Then the Son of Heaven wept silently.

…… She finally knew how a loyal minister should react when he saw such an embarrassed majesty.

It was in the midst of this cry that the boss of this strange team finally returned.

Lu Bu walked out of the depths of the forest, holding armor in one hand and a halberd in the other, and came towards her.

He was still wearing the golden armor, which was stained with blood, which seemed to have seeped into the armor, so it looked extremely tattered.

But that's nothing.

To her surprise, he seemed to be a different person than he had been a few years ago.

His hair was much grayer, and his eyes were sunken deeply, so that he looked more than ten years old.

His eyes were extremely cold and tired, like a dead tree without a trace of emotion, just looking at her coldly.

“…… Wen Hou? ”

Her startled voice seemed to wake up Lu Bu, and his eyes had a glow and warmth again.

But the temperature seemed to be an illusion reflected on the face of the sparse sun.

"Ji Tinghou." He responded.

Chapter 371

The royal driver's hasty appearance in Dongjun - even in a hurry can be called a major event that shakes the world, but the source is not the intention of any big man, but the idea of the old village chief of a small village.

The old peasant lived in Shangxu Village, about forty miles away from Wancheng where Cao Cao was stationed, and about twenty miles away from the ancient city where Liu Bei's army gathered, which was regarded as a buffer zone in the middle.

The old village chief was a shrewd man, who knew how to fool the generals, and how to make the village as few deaths as possible, and he built a house and hid food in the swamp in the forest. When he saw the bandits coming to loot, he commanded the men and women of the village to come out together and beat the thieves away; When you see the soldiers coming, you can also use all your strength to perfunctory them.

Even when the army of grain requisition came, he always had a way of bribing the minions, either with a chicken, or with a dog, or by pointing out possible grain storage in other villages—leaving the last bit of food to survive.

After these battles were fought and Liu Bei's army came to suppress the bandits, life gradually got better.

- Nanyang County was originally rich in water and soil, in fact, they didn't know who was the Ming Lord and who was not the Ming Lord, so they felt that as long as they didn't fight and didn't take away all the food, even if there were some harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, they could always stay and continue to live.

Especially last year, it was really an unprecedented good year, the old man had flesh on his face, the widower could choose a strong woman to be his wife from the dwindling ranks of homeless people, and the widow could also choose an honest man to be his son-in-law.

When spring comes, men carry hoes to the fields, and women sew the clothes of their soon-to-be-born children while looking forward to the next safe, smooth, and abundant year.

However, perhaps God thinks that these peasants who are struggling in the troubled times are not living miserably enough, and since the spring of the fourth year of Jian'an, there have been a few light rains, and the heavy rain has not fallen.

Whether it was Cao Liu's army, the old village chief never trusted it wholeheartedly, let alone delivered anything sincerely, but at this time, he led the villagers to carry out one sacrifice after another.

They sacrificed to the rain master, to the god of thunder, and to some of the lesser-known gods associated with thunder and lightning.

They even pinched the little general Lu who heard that there would be thunder, and offered her a pig's head seriously, just hoping that Lu Lian, who was fighting in Dongjun at the time, could send a few thunders to Shangxu Village, Nanyang County, thousands of miles away, and then rain heavily.

But all the gods failed them, and the pig's head was stewed by everyone until it was withdrawn, and it was eaten sweetly and bitterly, and it fell into the stomach, and not a drop of rain fell.

So the old village chief had to think of some immoral, but more effective ways - he did not sacrifice any boys and girls - he decided to hurry up the time to dig a canal, to divert a certain river outside the village to his village, and to build a canal to solve the problem of drought in the fields, which was actually a more scientific and effective solution than sacrifice.

The problem is that after the river passes through Shangxu Village, it still flows to Xiaxu Village.

The relationship between Xiaxu Village and Shangxu Village has always been somewhat cold.

There are many reasons for the cold relationship between the two villages, but in the past two years, the village chief of Shangxu Village has caused trouble to bribe the grain collectors in the army with some petty profits, so that they can order fewer households in Shangxu Village and more households in Xiaxu Village, and this matter has not been hidden from the neighbors.

Considering that the number of people is obviously more than that of Shangxu Village, and the relationship with those small officials and pavilion chiefs is obviously better than Shangxu Village, Xiaxu Village has been swallowing his anger until this time.

They also experienced a good year, they had a full meal, and they also knew what it was like to fill their bellies with corn instead of leaves, bark, grass roots, etc.

This feeling is not only wonderful, but it also gives their bodies a strange power, making them strong and powerful people again, and thus giving them confidence and courage.

Now, not the powerful princes, not the soldiers and officials who represent the princes, just a small landlord in Shangxu Village, an old peasant with rough hands and feet and dark skin, who wants to cut off their water supply and kill their fields by drought? Let them go back to hunger and darkness?!

Yes, Shangxu Village only diverted water and did not dig up the entire river, but even so, the little water left when the river reached Xiaxu Village was not enough to irrigate the farmland!

During the years of war, more people died in Xiaxu than their neighbors, but there were also more displaced people who came to settle here, many of whom were the Xiliang people who were scattered during Dong Cheng's attack on Yanzhou, and they were originally more fierce and brave than the locals who had been submissive under Yuan Shu.

So the two villages first negotiated, wanting to solve the problem of river drainage in a "talking" way, but Shangxu Village refused, and then threatened, quarreled, and wanted to find officials to solve the problem.

…… But the officials didn't know how to solve the problem.

The lieutenant chief and the pavilion chief failed to resolve the dispute between the two villages, and when they wanted to report it, they found that they didn't know who to report it to.

"Wait a minute," they reassured the villagers, "and when Duke Cao and Duke Liu are done fighting, we will know which nobleman to decide this matter for you!" ”

This answer sounded like a joke to the ears of any peasant who fed on the fields.

"Can we wait, can we wait?"