Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 53

The night is dark.

Gu's mansion is brightly lit.

"Patriarch, Gu Qiu and the family's soldiers are back!"

"Back?" Gu Peng's face was overjoyed: "Where are they?"

"They are all in the courtyard now!"

Gu Hou lowered his head and his face was heavy, and there was a hint of emotion in his expression that he wanted to cry but couldn't cry.

"What's wrong?" Gu Peng was taken aback, shouldn't he be happy?

"Patriarch, you'd better go and see for yourself!" Gu Hou said in a choked voice, he went to collect the corpses himself, loaded the corpses one by one onto the cart, and then dispatched many tenants from the manor outside the city to carry them. It was sent back to Gu's mansion.

Gu Peng's heart suddenly burst, a gloomy breath surged into his heart, and his footsteps were much faster, but when he approached the courtyard, he heard the sound of crying and crying, and his heart sank into the ice cellar all of a sudden. middle.

"My son!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Who gave me back my father!"

"Brother, I swear that I will kill all the yellow scarves in the future, so as to comfort your spirit in heaven!"

"..."

When the corpses were brought back one by one, weeping, anger, roaring, mourning... Voices with strong emotions intertwined in the mansion, sad emotions spread, and the whole Gu clan seemed to fall into the lowest ebb among.

A total of two hundred children from the family, they went out happily, they thought it was a meritorious deed, but now they all turned into corpses overnight.

Their parents, wives and children, relatives, now there is only sadness.

"Qiu'er, my Qiu'er, why are you willing to leave the old man!"

Gu Peng walked along the courtyard step by step with a cane in his hand. He stretched out his hand and stroked the detached corpse. He couldn't cry, but his eyes were red and teary, as if they were seeping blood.

He has a son, but his son, Xiaolian, has been away for many years after his official career. Only his nephew, Gu Qiu, is quite caring and regarded as his own son. However, Gu Qiu is good at martial arts, so he can only invite the best ranger. A retired military man came to teach him eighteen martial arts, and asked him to teach him to read.

But today, this little nephew that he loves the most has turned into a cold corpse. Although the corpse is complete, its head has been chopped off, and it looks like it was put together.

"Patriarch, please take care of yourself and take care of your health!" Gu Hou looked at Gu Peng who was a little tottering under the grief and anger, and quickly advised in a low voice: "Now that the family is on the cusp, you must not fall down!"

"I won't fall!"

A venomous and sinister light burst out of Gu Peng's eyes, holding the crutch tightly with both hands, and said very stubbornly: "How can I fall so easily without revenge!"

He raised his head to the sky and yelled wildly, his shrill voice echoing in the courtyard: "Yellow Turban Bandit, you and I cannot live together."

One wrong step, and he paid a heavy price.

Having been in charge of the family for thirty years, this was the biggest mistake he had ever made.

"Patriarch, is there someone outside the mansion asking to see you?"

A concierge came hurriedly, a little impatiently.

"Who is it?" Gu Hou saw that Gu Peng's mood was not right, and asked quickly.

"The Patriarch of the Luo Family, the Patriarch of the Wang Family, the Patriarch of the Chen Family..." the porter announced a dozen names in one breath.

"Ask them to go to the lobby!"

Gu Peng heard these names, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said gloomily.

"No!" The concierge bowed his hands and led away.

"Guhou!"

"exist!"

"All the children of the family will be buried generously, and each will be given a gold allowance to appease their relatives!" Gu Peng calmed down, and once again became the scheming Patriarch of the Gu Clan, taking care of everything.

In this era, human life is very cheap, especially private soldiers of the gentry, who die for the family. Glory does not need vulgar money to compensate. Under normal circumstances, even if a soldier dies, he can only replenish ten stones of rice at most, or A few bolts of cloth.

But this time, the annihilation of the two hundred government soldiers will inevitably affect the morale of the Gu family's internal army, so he wants to appease the morale of the army with a lot of money.

"No!" Gu Hou took the order.

Gu Peng walked out of the courtyard step by step with a cane. His back was very vicissitudes and sad, but his steps were still very steady. He could carry a family man. His shoulders were very strong, even though he was old. Can't get over it either.

The main hall of Gu's mansion, this is a spacious hall, not considered grand, a bit simple, but elegantly furnished, it fits the facade of a scholarly gate.

In the past, the Wuyin nobles took the Zhu family as their leaders, and the grand lobby of Zhu's mansion became a place of discussion for the heads of the major families. However, since the Zhu family was exterminated, the Gu family took his place. It has become the backbone of the Wuyin gentry, and it has also become the place where the major families discuss their affairs.

After the Zhu family was exterminated, they used to discuss how to divide the Zhu family's interests here.

Before yesterday, they were still discussing how to eradicate the Yellow Turbans.

But tonight...

At this moment, the heads of more than a dozen families are like ants in a frying pan, pacing back and forth one by one, feeling uneasy.

At this time, Gu Peng, the owner of the mansion, walked in with a cane.

"Patriarch Gu!"

"Brother Gu!"

Everyone saluted one after another, and those who were closer were called elder brothers, and those who were farther away were called Patriarch Gu.

"The meaning of everyone coming in a hurry, the old man understands!"

Gu Peng walked up to the first place and sat down on his knees. The servants on the left and right came up to offer tea. He took a sip of the tea, but he could not clearly understand the gloom in his body. It's hard to feel at ease!"

"Brother Gu, you were guaranteed to win that day!" The Patriarch of the Chen family stared at Gu Peng intently, "But now, the fifty elite soldiers of my Chen family have all turned into corpses one by one!"

"Brother Chen, you lost fifty government soldiers, but my two hundred sons from the Gu family can't come back. If you resent me, who should I resent!"

Gu Peng said coldly: "I made the decision to send troops at the beginning, or you all agreed. Now that the army is defeated, are you going to put all the charges on me, Gu Peng?"

"This one……"

"Brother Gu, calm down!"

"That's not what we mean, the Master Gu has said it before!"

All the Patriarchs said in a dazed manner.

This time, out of the 30 elite soldiers, the Gu clan sent [-], the Chen clan sent [-], and the rest of these families only sent half, some sent [-] people, and some sent more than a dozen people. However, the one who suffered the most damage was Gushi.

"Brother Gu, I don't want to blame, but I'm a little impatient. Even though my soldiers in the Chen family have been seriously injured, my Chen family can still afford it!" Chen Hong, the head of the Chen family, was about forty years old. He looks very rough, he doesn't look like a scholar, but he also used to be a filial and honest official, but his official career was not smooth, he just went to the chief book of Xi'e County, and then resigned from office without any development, and went back to work hard. family.

Although the Chen family lost a lot of soldiers in the series of troubles.

But they still have the young and strong, and they also have the money. It is not impossible to train elite soldiers.

He said faintly: "I'm afraid of the revenge of Mu Shan. How to lose this battle, I don't know yet. Jingping Village is just a few old and weak women and children. How can we defeat our five hundred elites? However, there were still [-] elites last night. The yellow turban bandits entered the city to plunder, and overnight, more than half of my shops and warehouses in the city were burned. This is probably because Mu Shan led his troops back. If Mu Shan led his troops to retaliate, my Chen Mansion is not as strong as the Ancient Mansion, and it cannot be defended at all. Wait, the ruins of the Zhu Mansion are a warning, the disaster of destroying the family is right in front of you, how can you not be impatient!"

"Correct!"

"I'm also worried about waiting!"

"I don't want to lose a bloodline like the Zhu clan!"

Everyone panicked.

"Is it true that Mu Shan led his troops back?"

When Gu Peng heard the words, there was also a touch of fear on his face. Although it was only for a moment, outsiders could not detect it, but he knew in his heart that he was also afraid, afraid of following in the footsteps of the Zhu family.

After all, their opponent was the Yellow Turban Army, the Yellow Turban Thieves who had no taboos. In the Yellow Turban Uprising, they slaughtered many local tyrants of the gentry. It is not far away. For example, Wuyin, Zhu's mansion was burned, and now there are only ruins left.

"I pay my respects to the Patriarch, and report something!" A doorman walked in small steps quickly, and saluted after walking in.

"What's the matter?"

"Meng Wu, Prime Minister of the county outside the gate, please see me!" The porter bowed his head, and reported in a low voice with a serious voice.

"Meng Wu?"

"He still dares to come?"

When everyone heard the words, they were furious.

"Let him go!"

Gu Peng was also furious, and a cold killing intent burst out of his eyes.

　Last night, I only made up the third change from the day before yesterday, so yesterday was considered as no change, and this is the first change on the 3rd. One change and one change must be counted clearly, and what is owed will always be made up!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)