The big man is on the run

Chapter 40
"Yang Xiu, if you play tricks in front of me in the future, there will be one more stone in Wang Can's pocket. When it can't fit, I will cut off your head and put the stone into your smart brain. Do you understand?" ?”

"His Majesty."

Yang Xiu had a mournful face, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

They returned to Xinfeng camp first, and Yang Xiu cleverly sent Cai Wenji to Liu Yi's tent, but was discovered by Dong Guiren and reported in advance.

Or the kind of public reporting.

——Liu Yi died on the spot.

Everyone showed the same "you understand" smile like Lao Wang, but Liu Yi just didn't know how to explain it.

The dead Liu Yi could only vent his anger on Yang Xiu, but after the emperor left, Yang Xiu turned his head and patted the shoulder of little bean sprouts Wang Can.

"Zhongxuan, look, your old man (grandfather Zeng) is a Taiwei, and man (grandfather) is Sikong, isn't that a coincidence?"

"what?"

Wang Can looked at Yang Xiu blankly. His background is not bad. To be precise, although he is a little worse than the Yang Xiu family of Hongnong Yang's "Four Generations and Three Dukes", the Shanyang Wang Clan is also "Second Generation and Three Dukes" cutting?
Moreover, Wang Can is famous for his talent, he has a strong memory for his extensive knowledge, and he has the talent of never forgetting. He is the top problem writer this year.

For example, for the same arithmetic, Wang Can can get the correct answer very simply.The same is to write articles, Wang Can always writes in one go, and never needs to revise.

At first, the students thought that he had written it in advance, but despite repeated careful thinking, the articles they wrote could not surpass Wang Can.

Later, when I set up a temporary question, what kind of problem came up, the result was still the same.

The students finally realized the talent gap between people.

Back to the moment, the romantic and suave Yang Xiu hugged the socially phobic Wang Can, and quietly handed over a small fingernail-sized pebble.

Yang Xiu begged and said: "Zhongxuan, for the sake of our two old men, who are both officials in the same dynasty, help me change to a lighter one?"

Yang Xiu didn't dare to ask Wang Can to dump the stone, but he just wanted to change it to a lighter one, at most, so that he could play clever tricks in the future without being discovered by the emperor.

Wang Can scratched his head, this request seemed not too much, but he glanced at the scented kit that the emperor gave him, and felt that it was not good to do so.

"Everybody gets the booty."

Yang Xiu raised his head in horror.

Fortunately, it's not that Yang Xiu's heart is full of bad water, it's just that the bad and bubbling emperor has gone and returned.

It's Fa-rectification.

Fazheng was joking all over his face, crossed his hands and said, "Please invite me to have another meal with Zhongxuan, assuming nothing happened."

My can of treasured wine from the Western Regions still cannot escape the fate of being drunk by a cow
Yang Xiu nodded sadly.

It was almost dawn, and three young people in their 20s who had stayed up all night were in Yang Xiu's tent with drunken eyes, pointing out the country.

"I didn't expect lime to have such a magical effect."

Wang Can let go of the wine until he was slightly tipsy. He watched Fazheng demonstrate how the lime made the water boil, and couldn't help being amazed. He even wanted to touch it with his fingers.

"Your Majesty. It's true." Yang Xiu suddenly came to his senses, and then said, "Heaven is mighty."

"However, this is not a magical technique, is it? The rumors in the army are a bit exaggerated."

Fazheng lay on Wang Can's lap, drank a glass of wine, pointed at Yang Xiu with a red face and laughed.

"Investigating things to gain knowledge is divine art!"

"You, Yang Dezu, are so smart, why didn't you find out? Or have you never been to a lime kiln?"

Fazheng's talk became more and more reckless: "I am filial and straightforward. I don't believe that these lime diggers have never discovered that lime and water can boil. Your Majesty understands the sentiments of the people, and if you gain something and use it, this is where your Majesty excels."

Yang Xiu's face turned blue and red. He was drinking between half-drunk and drunk. He still had some reason. It was this reason that prevented him from going against Fazheng.

——He can't defeat Fazheng.

The two are about the same size, but Yang Xiu has zero fighting experience.

Fazheng's killing experience is one.

It would be a joke if Fazheng really beat him up in his tent.

You see, even if the little clever ghost is drunk, he can clearly calculate right and wrong.

Yang Xiu raised his sleeve to cover his face, and put it down three seconds later.

The shame and indignation on his face had long since disappeared, and a very playful smile was piled up on his face.

"Your Majesty recruited young and strong refugees into the army today, and also recruited the old soldiers of the northern army scattered in Guanzhong. Presumably, he wanted to show his strength?"

Fazheng's face was already flushed, he shook his finger and put it between his lips.

This means unspeakable.

After the He Jin Rebellion, the elite Northern Army who had been the main force of the Yellow Turbans throughout the entire period was disbanded, and most of them were scattered in various cities and countryside in Guanzhong.

It is very likely that Guo Si will raise troops across the river to attack in the next few days!

According to Guo Bang's iron-faced character, this is very likely to happen.

At that time, a bloody battle is inevitable!
The heavy pressure made the three of them not in the mood to drink freely.

"I don't know if I can show my strengths or not."

Wang Can was drunk, and his voice was almost raving: "Your Majesty has been quite resentful these days."

"What's the resentment? Is it because you feel that if you don't accept the night, Guo Si will lead the army to revenge?"

"No, Your Majesty always says why Zhao Zilong is not in Xuzhou"

"What do you mean?"

Yang Xiu was at a loss when he heard it, what about Zhao Zilong, what about Xuzhou, all of which had no beginning or end.

"Your Majesty wrote an edict to promote Liu Bei to Xuzhou Shepherd, calling for Zhao Zilong to send it over, but Liu Xuzhou wrote back saying that Zhao Yun is Gongsun Zan's general and has gone home to observe his filial piety. Now he is in the territory of the national traitor Yuan Shao. His majesty is always angry."

"But celebrities?"

"It's not true. Your Majesty said that there are seven in and seven out of ten thousand armies."

"Wu Fuer, what a big deal." Yang Xiu was relieved when he heard that it wasn't a scribe who came to compete for favor.

Fazheng said another sentence: "In today's troubled times, it is time for warriors to use their lives. Your Majesty also values ​​it. De Zuxiu should be underestimated."

Yang Xiu was so angry that he rolled his eyes, this method is not suitable for official affairs, but he finally endured it.

It happened that the lower abdomen was full of pain, so he got up and opened the tent door, Yang Xiu was about to pour out.

"Your Majesty"

Yang Xiu walked crookedly and bumped into the Son of Heaven walking out of Dong Wan's tent.

"Alcohol is banned in the army, there may be a war tomorrow, how can you drink like this?"

Looking at the panda-eyed Yang Xiu, Liu Yi said something casually.

Yang Xiu forgot to pee, and turned back embarrassingly.

Before leaving, Yang Xiu looked back at the emperor.

Liu Yi was facing the rising sun, making a set of mysterious movements.

The purple glow passed through the red sun, covering the figure of the emperor with dazzling colors.

Wuqinxi?It doesn't seem like it.

Liu Yi said silently: "One two three four, two two three four."

When the emperor arrived at Xinfeng, there was a room in the camp, each filled with offerings, and they were actually beauties. The emperor had a secret technique, and all the women went to receive the technique. Often drunk.

Huangmen Chengxiu remonstrated bitterly, but the emperor refused.

Waiting for the edict to be charming and respectful, he also sighed privately: "The loyal ministers of the Han Dynasty are only Dezuer."

However, when the emperor saw the world was in danger, he wanted to be disturbed and felt at ease. When he retreated from the court, he put on a scarf and short clothes, walked around with a stick, and traversed the night without stopping, fearing that there would be insufficient.

——Han Yangxiu "Chicken Rib Manuscript (Half-burned and revised version)"

(End of this chapter)