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The sound of rain was clear, beaded curtains were woven along the eaves, the wet and cold wind blew into the open window lattices, and the freshly used brushes rested on the edge of the inkstone, dripping ink little by little.

On the red sandalwood desk, the tea shook hotly, and there was a lacquer-sealed letter next to it, and the old man hung up the two big characters he had just written, and reached out to take a sip of the tea.

Open the letter, look at the content on it, hehe laughed a few times and folded it, leaned back in the chair, looked at the hot tea, the letter in his hand was a letter from home, and the eldest son Zhou Jue, who was a leader in the field, sent it from the post station

The letter is the same as usual, most of them are concerned and greetings, but there is another thing written in the back that makes Zhou Yao happy.

"Lu Liangsheng, the student mentioned by Daddy that day, I heard that there is a person with the same name and surname in Chang'an, and His Majesty personally sealed it for me as the teacher of the Great Sui ......."

The old man didn't finish reading the latter words, but he had already guessed that the Lu Liangsheng mentioned by his son was the one he was familiar with.

"Okay..... good. ”

The old man raised his face, called the servants waiting outside the door, asked for a fire fold, lit the letter paper and burned it to the door of the study, looked at the rain curtain intertwined under the eaves, arched his hand and bowed out.

"Uncle Huagong, you have a good student, unlike you, he finally has a chance to show his skills. ”

In the past few years, the old man's hair was completely white, and after the last time he was sick, his body was not as strong as before, and he slowly straightened up with the support of the servant, looking at the burned letter paper under his feet, which was blown away by the wind, and floated away from the rain curtain, and pushed the servant away with a red face.

"The old man can go by himself, you go and get a pot of wine. ”

"But sir, your body ......"

Seeing the old servant standing there without moving, Zhou Yao's face was not very good-looking, he turned around and waved his hand, simply compared a finger, and quickly stretched out another one.

"If you are told to go, the old man knows himself, so he will drink one or two cups ......!"

The servant followed the old man when he was young, and married a maid who was married to his wife, and he was considered to have a home in this house, and the old servant sighed, and had to go to the front hall to see if there was any, and turned the corner of the porch, and a young man ran in a panic, and the two almost collided.

"What's the hurry?" the old servant was naturally also the steward of the house, and the man hurriedly approached and whispered:

"There are strange people in the front yard who want to see the master. ”

The old servant frowned, looked in the direction of the front yard, and asked the person to go over to greet him first, he turned around and went back to the study, and told Zhou Yao about it, who put down the teacup, frowned, and coughed twice.

"Weird?"

Could it be a cultivator sent by a good student to report the news?

The old man only guessed in his heart, straightened his robe, let the old servant carry out of the study, in the sound of the rain, walked through the entrance of the corridor, bypassed the eaves of the front yard, turned to the two open doors of the front hall, and saw a man wearing a hat and a cloak standing in the hall, looking at a calligraphy and painting with 'Wen' hanging behind the first place.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man turned around and stretched out, and when he saw the old man entering the door, he hurriedly arched his hand.

"But in front of Master Zhou?"

"It's the old man!"

Hearing the reply, the man, with his arched hand, bowed down to the old man who was slowly walking to the first place, and who was sitting on the empty Nanmu chair on the side of the tribute table.

"Below is a scout under General Cao, who has come to deliver a letter to the bachelor. ”

A letter was taken out of his arms and handed over to the old servant, Zhou Yao was a little puzzled, and did not reach out to take the letter in the old servant's hand, but looked at the man.

"Which General Cao?"

"General Chen Guoda, Cao Shouren!" said the Chen army scout took off his dripping hat and raised his chin.

Outside, there was a sudden boom in the rainy day, and a thunderclap exploded.

Zhou Yan closed his eyes expressionlessly, and when he heard the word 'Chen Guo', he had already guessed something, and then opened his eyes to look at the scout, took the envelope from the old servant, and handed it back untouched.

"Believe it or not, people should never have seen it, why don't you go back, come here, send off guests!"

The man pinched the envelope in his hand, and when he saw that the old man was leaving, he hurriedly caught up with two steps: "University scholar, this was originally Chen Guo, our homeland, and now the army has been encamped outside the city, my general does not want to see Chen people killing each other, and wants to let the university scholar speak out to persuade the county guards and generals of this city!"

Zhou Yao, who was being held by the old servant, stopped, turned his face sideways, and pursed his lips.

"You also know that you are Chenren, so what's going on in Wantong County? The old man heard that the city walls are about to be dyed red, what is not killing each other, bullshit!"

The old man has always been refreshed, and now he can speak foul language, but he is also angry, and the old servant on the side hurriedly stroked his chest a few times, and Zhou Yao eased his tone.

"Old man and literati, the people who are about to enter the soil, don't mix, you can go. ”

waved his hand and turned to leave, the man was also anxious, and shouted loudly: "Zhou Yao, you are also a Chen person, are you watching your homeland fall into the hands of the Sui people?!"

Over there, Zhou Yao raised his face, had to be angry, turned around, and stared at the man's words with anger.

"If it is placed in the Chen Dynasty and you say this, the old man can't wait to pick up the sword and fight with the Sui people, but if you have been unified for a few years today?

The words were a little excited, and the old man's body was trembling.

"In addition, the old man will send you again, and your general Cao will say a word: 'The old man is Han!

Soon, the gate of Zhou's mansion was opened, the man gritted his teeth, came out with a red face, walked down the stone steps, saw the closed door of the mansion and took a sip, put on his coat and hurried to the street, took advantage of the fact that it was still dark and went out of the city gate, and brought the news back to the military camp stationed more than 100 miles away.

Bang!!

The pottery bowl smashed to the ground, the fragments staggered and rolled to the scout's feet at the tent, and in the flickering lights, Chen Fu flicked the sleeves of his robe, his teeth clenched, and his cheeks bulged and stared at the 'River Valley County' circled on the hanging map.

From the news reported by the scouts, that Lu Liangsheng actually ran to Chang'an and became the national teacher of the Sui people, and a group of Chen people turned their arms outward, not a son of man!!

Reading the books of the sages in vain –

After a while, his long beard trembled slightly, and his lips squeezed out a voice.

"General Cao, prepare to attack the city!"

As for Lu Liangsheng...... old man will make calculations, look where you are, I will not let you have a good time.

The words fell, and the big tent became quiet, leaving only the gray sky outside, and the sound of rain falling.

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The rainy night passed with time, the heavy rain fell for two days in a row before it could stop, the golden morning sun broke through the clouds and shone down, far away from the big river that was faced, three giant boats broke through the churning river and went downstream, and it has reached the large section of Yuhang.

The mentioned Lu Liangsheng was standing in the shipbuilding at this time, his robe stroking in the wind, looking at the surface of the river with vast steam, and his homeland was already in sight.

The mist is getting thicker.