First of all, she didn't understand why Huang Chengyan didn't talk to her properly.

On this point, Zhuge Liang said very clearly, "Mr. Chengyan and Liu Jingsheng are both married to the daughter of the Cai family in Xiangyang, so although Mr. Chengyan is not accustomed to secular affairs, he has a close relationship with Liu Jingsheng, which is extraordinary. ”

She touched her chin and felt a little contoured.

Huang Chengyan has a noble and bold temperament, although he can't give advice to her publicly, but after some temptation, he respects her very much-

"I speak like that," she asked, a little hesitantly, "and he respects me too?" ”

"Is there anything wrong with the general's words?"

Her hands were clasped together, her fingers tangled and stirred, "I'm not very polite to speak." ”

Mr. Xiao smiled, "There are many good people in the world, such as the only one who is a general." ”

"What does Mr. mean," she asked casually, "is it that I am the only one in the world who can't speak, so Mr. Huang Chengyan thinks it is very rare, so he respects me very much?" ”

…… The smile on the little gentleman's face disappeared.

…… Don't mess around, continue the text.

The next question is that Huang Chengyan wants to help, but how to help.

These hundreds of thousands of stone grains are indeed not a small amount, but Liu Biao must have them.

As we all know, the food used in marching and fighting must be much more than the food consumed by the troops in a certain place, and since he has soldiers, he will naturally hoard food.

How can a person who acts as a state pastor and worships heaven and earth not recruit soldiers and food?

His dreams are wild!

…… This was not said by Zhuge Liang, but by Sima Yi.

I'm afraid that the grain in Liu Biao's granary is going to be moldy, and he will insist on continuing to hoard it, just for that wild dream.

He won't lend a lot of grain and grass!

What if Yuan Shao killed Liu Bei again? What if Liu Bei himself died? Liu Bei doesn't have a son!

"It's a pity that Liu Biao doesn't know how to fight," Sima Yi complained calmly, "He will never have the courage to send troops north." ”

She scratched her head again.

"How do you know?"

"When Ming Gong and Cao Mengde were fighting, Liu Biao had all the opportunity, but he only watched from the wall," Sima Yi said with a smile, "Now that he is getting older, his courage is getting colder, is there anything else to do?" ”

So this plan came to the minds of a few bad guys.

…… Zhuge Liang doesn't count, people are reasonable strategists.

"Liu Biao has the ambition to fight, no courage to meet each other, as long as the general sends people to lead 3,000 troops, send the surrender to the south, do not eliminate Xiangyang, most of them go to Wancheng, Liu Biao should be sent to send food."

She tapped her left hand on the palm of her right hand.

"I totally understand," she said, "but why did Huang scold me." ”

Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi showed a look of "then you understand a fart" together.

But the answer is very simple:

"The general's dispatch to the south is enough to make Liu Jingsheng seriously ill," Zhuge Liang said, "This can't be related to Mr. Chengyan!" ”

Of course, that person has to shout loudly, indicating that he is not in the same boat as you, not a heart, and that you have done all the bad things, but there is no part of him!

"Then I blame him," she said hesitantly, "should I go to his account and apologize?" ”

The four hands waved together, "Don't have to! ”

The camp was lit with lights and stars.

She hurriedly shuttled through the camp, and when she arrived at the tent where the lord temporarily lived, there were Youzhou veterans muttering in front of a small stove set up outside the tent.

Lu Hangyu's face suddenly sank, "The lord is sick?" Why don't you report it to me? ”

Several veterans' faces turned blue in an instant.

"Not sick?" She asked suspiciously, "Then what do you say about boiling medicine and recuperation?" ”

Several people looked at each other, and their eyes were a little subtle.

"The lord is not seriously ill," they whispered, "don't worry about the general......

She pointed to the clay pot that was boiling with medicinal fragrance, "So what is this?" ”

No one was speechless.

"Is it diarrhea?" She asked again.

"Yes, yes, General, the lord really has nothing-"

Lu Hangyu rushed into the tent.

For people 1,800 years later, dysentery is not a big deal, there are a lot of medicines to treat it, and you can buy some of your favorite drinks to replenish electrolytes with confidence, and if there is an outbreak of epidemic dysentery, it is not uncommon for coconut water in the supermarket to run out of stock. In addition, the most serious thing is to go to the hospital for two days to hang the bottle, and after the hanging bottle, he is a good person who is alive and kicking.

But for the ancient times when the epidemic was about to break out, "diarrhea" was by no means an easy thing to pass.

That's how Chen Ding died.

So she seriously and anxiously wanted to ask how the lord, who looked normal during the day, was doing, which was actually a very reasonable thing.

Someone panicked and tried to stop it.

There were also people who stamped their feet after the general entered the tent.

"This is a disaster!"

It was a very large tent, lit only by an oil lamp.

The lord did not sit majestically and cordially behind the desk like daylight, looking at every person and every face in the first place.

He sat in the corner, seemingly in a daze.

Before the end of the day, the lord took off his coat, only wearing a middle coat, and a burqa on the outside, after the shadow was stretched by the faint light, the body seemed to be suddenly smaller, and it was very pitiful.

Lu Hangyu was a little stunned.

…… Could it be that he has been suffering from dysentery for the past few days, insisting on saying differently?

"My lord?"

The lord was startled.

"Why are you here?"

"I heard that the lord is sick—"

The lord's face was distorted at once.

"I'm not sick!" He yelled angrily.

"Medicine is still boiling outside the tent." She said.

The lord's anger was held back again.

…… All that seemed to be left was decadence and unease.

"I'm fine," he muttered, "If Ci Yu comes here to reduce the grain and grass, it is up to him to decide, Liu Jingsheng is suspicious and undecided, not your enemy, as long as he rests for a few days, he will first relieve the siege of Pi." ”

…… It looks normal, speaks very methodically, and has a lot of energy.

She bent down and stared at her lord carefully.

The lord is angry and ashamed!

"I don't need a young lady of yours to serve me," he cried, "and get there!" Hurry up! ”

"No, no." Lu Hangyu was unmoved, "The lord doesn't seem to be infected with dysentery, if you don't tell me, I won't leave." ”

The expression on Liu Bei's face was even more entangled.

"Someone brought medicine from Xiapi," he muttered, "and I won't wait for a moment, and I'll drink it now." ”

She frowned, "What medicine?" ”

The lord was silent again.

…… It's actually a very personal thing.

…… The lord has no sons.

…… If you don't have a son, you don't have a son, what's the big deal if you don't have a son!

But for some people, it's a big deal.

Liu Bei does not have the throne to inherit, he is both a clan and a minister, he has the natural and legal right to inherit the throne, and he has enough power to make his inheritance order a little bit in line with the next tens of thousands, and he even has the precedent of Emperor Liu Xiu of the Han Guangwu Dynasty to draw on, as long as he recuperates for a few years and overthrows Yuan Shao, it doesn't matter what he thinks, naturally someone starts planning for him.

But one by one, one grid climbs up, and there is a chance to try the important ministers of Jiuding without an heir, which is very troublesome.

He is not immortal, his power is to be passed on to the next generation, and the meritorious group must ensure that this next generation can guarantee the glory and wealth they deserve, and they must be bound for a long time, until the regime has been completely stabilized, until a new group, according to the Han tradition, should be relatives or eunuchs, take their place, and then they have also precipitated into a new family of gate lords, and can advance and retreat with other families.

…… But Liu Bei has no sons, no cousins to rely on, no legitimate heirs to bet on the various groups, and the little emperor is only in his early twenties, twenty years younger than Liu Bei!

Just the right son!

There are still a bunch of princes!

When I arrived in Xiapi, I didn't forget to work hard to have a baby! It is said that several more favored palace people are already pregnant!

The more sons represent stability, and stability represents the reduction of accidents, and it means that the benefits that others can obtain from him are stable, visible to the naked eye, and there is no high risk.

Throw everything you have, and the person who bets on him will be anxious.

But then again, Liu Bei also has a daughter.

Let the girl be the heir in the future, is it okay to be the queen?

…… It's a bit late, so the stakes are very high.

…… Considering that everyone is generally not very long-lived in this era, Liu Bei may not be able to escort the heir for many years, and the risk is even higher.

…… But it's not completely impossible, as long as they kill the little emperor, the little emperor's heirs, the little emperor's uncles and brothers, in short, Emperor Ling Huan all the way to Emperor Han Zhang and Emperor Han Ming, and kill all the household registration books given to them, in a word, they can no longer choose heirs from among the heirs of the Eastern Han Emperor, so that people can't hold up a little baby surnamed Liu and say that this is orthodox, then maybe it's true.

…… We have to go over the Confucian patriarchy and the people who support it.

…… She couldn't imagine that picture, and she couldn't imagine what expressions the courtiers, scholars, and people from all over the world used to watch this scene when they were killing and killing.