Three Kingdoms: I rely on system loopholes to survive

Chapter 175 Hard cake bites the teeth
Zhong Ping walked through the corridor with familiarity. The plum branches in the courtyard were covered with fine snow, and the faint fragrance floated. When he listened, he could hear the faint sound of the guqin, which was elegant and out of the dust, and contained a hint of sadness.

It's the sound of Mrs. Wei's piano.

He paused and listened quietly, wrapped in a thick robe, and the cold wind was blocked out.

Perhaps he felt something in his heart, and Zhongpei was also affected by the sound of the piano. His knowledge of music theory was just on paper, and he was not proficient in it.

But at this moment, he could clearly hear that what Cai Yanqin was mourning was not the sadness of farewell to He Guluan, but the sigh that time would pass and the past would be hard to recall.

Even if you return home, your loved ones will be there and old memories will still remain. After all, you will never be able to return to your youth.

"Zheng-"

Zhongping suddenly came back to his senses, and the music of the piano was still lingering in his ears.

The strings are broken.

"It's you! You're really back!"

He only had time to catch a glimpse of a purple shadow out of the corner of his eye, followed by a happy cry.

Tongping was knocked around, but he still remembered to reach out to help the "little purple ball" that hit him.

"Can it still be fake?"

Zhong Ping was a little amused. He pressed Cai Wan's head to prevent her from moving around so that he could get a good look at her appearance.

"Why do you wear so little?"

He subconsciously untied the cloak and put it on Cai Wan.

"My body is warm and I am not afraid of the cold!"

Cai Wan bared her little white teeth at him and said very proudly: "How come you are so sick? Have you lost so much weight?"

She stood on tiptoe to wrap the cloak back around Zhongping, chattering like a carefree little bird, and talked about many trivial matters with Zhongping.

After a while, Xi Xi Ai Ai said: "...a few days ago I secretly read "Yi Zhuan", and I kept many of its obscure and inconvenient points in my heart, just waiting for you to come back and teach me."

A flat forehead.

"How old are you, how come you have started studying the art of divination?"

Cai Wan clasped his hands behind his back and shook his head quite maturely: "The principles of heaven and earth are all contained in the Book of Changes."

"……Row."

Zhong Pingxin said that if he had known this would happen, why would he be so soft-hearted and persuade the teacher to let the little guy into the study room when they first met? It was good now. He was still half a bottle of water himself, so he had to be this little girl's private teacher.

"Isn't that why you are so excited when you see me?"

Zhongping felt a little suspicious.

"how is this possible?"

Cai Wan is confident and confident.

"You are my only close friend!"

Zhongpei didn't know why, but he felt a little bit of the joy that belonged to his old father.

He rubbed Cai Wan's head and took out a piece of dried fish given by Xun You from his arms: "Junior sister, please wait for me. I will answer your questions after I meet the teacher, okay?"

"Then don't forget it."

Cai Wan happily took the dried fish and sniffed it, his face wrinkled into a bun.

She looked at Zhongping. Although she found the taste unacceptable, she still treasured it and kept it in her arms.

"I'll be waiting for you under the plum tree, don't worry! I'm not cold!"

In the end, Zhong Ping was still worried, so he wrapped Cai Wan in a cloak so roundly that his face was almost invisible, and then he went to the study with confidence.

Cai Wan rolled himself into a fat ball under the tree, wanting to cry but without tears.

"I'm really not cold at all, I even feel very hot..."

"teacher."

Zhongping stopped outside the door. The door of the study room was not closed. He spoke softly, and the man who was crouching among the bamboo slips and books immediately raised his head.

Cai Yong squinted his eyes and looked at it. For a moment, he felt that he had been thinking about it for a long time and had fantasies.

It wasn't until Zhongping's figure stayed for a long time and did not disperse like smoke or dust that Cai Yong finally realized that his old friend had really returned.

"Boheng..."

Zhongping stepped into the study room and took a closer look at Cai Yong. After a long separation, his teacher became older and older. His white hair contrasted with the light of the snow, and the deep twilight was etched between his eyebrows and the ends of his eyes. The only thing that remained unchanged was: It was the eyes that looked at him for a long time.

"Bo Heng lost a lot of weight due to hard work."

Cai Yong put down the pen in his hand and swept his eyes gently up and down.

"It's cold, why don't you put on more clothes?"

As he spoke, he called for people to add carbon and give him clothes.

Zhongpei put on his fur coat again in a daze, and the stove with new charcoal made a small "crackling" sound.

Before he met Cai Yong, he always felt that he had a lot to say to him, but now that he was sitting opposite Cai Yong, he was speechless.

After a long time, he asked: "Is the teacher still in good health?"

Cai Yong smiled: "You can still eat three meals a day, so Bo Heng doesn't need to worry."

At first, he always thought that when Zhongping came back, the first thing he should do was to hand over the majority of the manuscripts he had compiled, or to pick up the lessons he had left off that year.

But Zhongping was really in front of him, looking at the disciple who was getting taller and with a thin beard growing under his chin. Instead, he was like a worried old father, thinking about Zhongping's getting married.

When Zhong Ping was caught off guard and asked by Cai Yong if he was interested in someone, he was a little unable to react.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he had passed his 16th birthday in this life while running around, and he was indeed old enough to start a family.

"This……"

There were rare times when Zhongpei felt helpless and embarrassed.

Seeing the embarrassment of his proud disciple, Cai Yong laughed like a child. At the end of the laugh, he was inevitably out of breath and coughed.

Zhong Ping quickly went around and patted Cai Yong's back gently. He couldn't help but be concerned: "Is the teacher's cough not cured yet?"

At this moment, he thought of Xu Shao and Fan A, who were vying to be his disciples.

"I met Mr. Yuanhua's disciple when I was in Beihai. Maybe this person has a cure."

“As one lives longer, one will have more diseases.”

Cai Yong waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's just an old illness."

Zhongping disagreed: "If the disease is not removed, it will eventually harm the body. I just think it is to reassure the students."

He thought that he would also check the breeder at that time. Although his father looked healthy, he was getting older and there was no guarantee that there would be some minor problem that could not be seen for the time being.

"Bo Heng is interested."

Cai Yong picked up a few thick bamboo slips on the top of the case and said: "I have written quite a few poems and essays in my life, but only these few volumes have been passed down to the world."

He caressed the bamboo slips as if he were caressing a close friend who had been with him for half his life, and then sent these volumes to Zhongping's hands with great care.

"teacher……"

Zhongping felt that the book in his hand was heavy and hot, and he was completely unprepared to take it.

"Take it."

Cai Yong looked at him with complete pride and trust in his eyes.

There are numerous volumes on the bookshelf behind him, and the sunlight shines softly into the scrolls of bamboo slips. Together with the owners of these books touching and reading them day after day, the edges of the stacks are softened.

Under Cai Yong's expectant gaze, Zhong Ping carefully put these letters into his arms and saluted Cai Yong very solemnly.

"Hey, you and I, master and disciple, why do you have to do this?"

Cai Yong smiled and helped Zhong Ping up, and looked carefully up and down again. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. He felt that he could never find a student like him in the world.

He knew that Zhongping's position in the court was awkward, and he couldn't help but worry about whether he would become a burden to his disciples.

Therefore, after he entered Xudu, he spent most of his time behind closed doors in his mansion sorting out books, and rarely interacted with others.

Zhang Xi came to visit today, which surprised him. Although he was sure that he only talked about some insignificant literary matters with him, he still couldn't help but feel worried, especially since Zhong Ping actually returned to Xudu on the same day. think.

Cai Yong was worried and told Zhong Ping every word he had talked with Zhang Xi.

Tanehira was confused.

"I'm returning with the army. It's not difficult for Sikong to get the news in advance... It's just that I live in the young master's house and have no real power. Why would Sikong waste his efforts on me?" After thinking about it, he really couldn't think of anything worth mentioning about himself. Like to worry about.

Could it be that the old guy has a grudge and wants to repay his father's debt?
I can't!

How long have I been with him?I don’t have to wait until today to make a plan, right?

"Official circles are cunning, so Bo Heng must be careful."

Cai Yong was still worried and warned him several times.

Zhong Ping's heart tightened, and he nodded in response: "Ping knows."

At this time, he had no idea that his doubts would be answered that night.

It gets dark early in winter, and by the time "Little Fat Ball" Cai Wan finished explaining his doubts, the sky was already much darker.

Zhong Ping had dinner at Cai Yong's house and walked all the way wondering whether he should go to Xi Zhicai and ask him what he thought about Zhang Xi.

But when he was about to reach the door of Xi Zhicai's house, Zhongping suddenly turned a corner again.

He always felt that there was something not very simple behind this matter, so just in case, he had better think about it himself first. He couldn't just "fail to make a decision when faced with a problem", right?

After wandering in place for a while, Zhongpei slowly walked home.

I didn't meet any acquaintances on the road this time. When I got home, my father was not there either. He probably went to play chess with Xun You.

Zhong Ping naturally occupied the highest-level study room in the house, sat cross-legged, and began to think hard.

Zhang Xi......

If I remember correctly, they were from Dong Cheng's group. If Dong Cheng was behind this incident...

Doesn't that mean Liu Xie wants to take action?
Liu Xie.

I?
Zhong Ping is not narcissistic enough to feel that he is indispensable to Liu Xie.

Liu Xie wants to get something from me...

The time is wrong!
If Cao Cao hadn't returned to Yanzhou, it would still be possible, and now he would be making small moves under Cao Cao's nose?
Liu Xie is not a fool.

Could it be that Zhang Xi was actually deliberately attracting attention and trying to deceive him?is this necessary?
Zhongpei unconsciously traced his fingers on the table.

When it comes to what Liu Xie wants, I'm afraid no one knows better than him.

But the question is, where did Xu Du get the army for Liu Xie to control?
……I*
Zhongpei couldn't help but cursed.

You can't just put your thoughts on Zhang Yan's head, right? !

Don't say it, really don't say it.

Historically, Zhang Yan was really ordered to peace...

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

A simple and concerned voice sounded in the room.

Tanahira cursed again and ejected directly to start.

Only then did he notice that there was someone else in the room.

"You are...Wang San."

Zhongpei pressed his heart, trying to calm his little heart that was beating wildly.

Almost thinking, he looked at the closed doors and windows, lowered his voice and asked, "Did Zhang Yan ask you to come?"

"As expected of the young master!"

Wang San admired seriously, not having any doubts as to why Zhong Ping could guess Zhang Yan.

"Colonel Zhang told me that he wanted me to tell the young master that it was Dong's idea behind the scenes. He was holding back his mischief. This bastard was going to do evil things to the young master... But the young master didn't have to worry. Colonel Zhang said that the surname was Dong. If Dong dares to attack the young master, he will be the first one to... stab him in the back? In short, he won’t let the young master hurt even a hair!"

Wang San also lowered his voice. He looked angry when he mentioned Dong Cheng, and he was still thinking about building the city wall.

In his heart, if Dong Cheng wants to attack Zhongping, he is definitely the number one enemy of all their Chang'an veterans. It doesn't matter whether he is the uncle of the country or not, that's it.

Zhong Pingxin said, why is it me again?
You can't just catch a sheep to collect wool, right?Do I owe you my life? I have to be tossed over and over again?

The clay figurine still has some damn fire!
When Zhong Ping thought that there might be Liu Xie's intention behind this, he felt even more frustrated.

When I first met Liu Xie, although Liu Xie had a filter for Zhong Ping, didn't Zhong Ping have a filter for Liu Xie?

That was also the child he had rescued several times, the one who would hold his hand, be willing to trust him, and say "I hope you will never let me down"!

Zhongping always talks about Zhongji's position, saying that he is being pushed out of the way, but in fact, if he is really determined not to do something, what does it matter even if there is a knife on his neck?
He's just soft-hearted.

But now he feels tired.

The longer he stayed in this era, the more powerless and tired he felt.

Zhongping once heard that every particle of history falling on a person's shoulders is like a big mountain.

He passed through thousands of years, and the words of history were condensed in his silhouette. The dust flew down and silently pressed him into the soil.

Let whoever likes to be treated in this wretched place be treated as such!

Taneping said to himself.

What are you?A stupid and ordinary time traveler, what kind of Han Dynasty, what kind of world, what does it have to do with you?
You are just a passer-by of history, a pedestrian who breaks into the gap of time.

Hundreds and thousands of years later, who is not a handful of loess and a few lines of words on the pages of a book?

What's wrong with being a bystander?
He thought it was not too late now. He could resign and go back to his hometown with his son. After all, his life would only last a few decades. Wouldn't it pass in the blink of an eye?

Tanehira stood up.

Wang Sanba came over and said, "Young Master, are you hungry?"

He always speaks with a thick accent, but when faced with the kind of words he would try to pronounce each word clearly, his speech is actually a bit slow and funny.

Zhongpei suddenly felt very irritable. He wanted to push him away angrily and say you don't know anything, and then stab him with some vicious words.

He recalled that when he first led troops to guard Chang'an, Wang San said he was from Luoyang.

So Zhongpei said viciously in his heart.Don’t you know that you haven’t seen your father in Luoyang for a long time?Didn't you really know what was going on with your father at that time?

But when he met Wang San's eyes, the words got stuck in his throat and could no longer come out.

many people……

Fang Meng, Zhao Wu, Li Hei...

Many of the names he had written down came to mind.

Zhongpei looked across and they were standing there.

He lowered his head, and more hands pulled on his legs and feet.

Zhongpei closed his eyes, and there were only words around him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw dense crowds of people.

He sat down slumped and sighed.

If I had known this was the case, I might as well not have watched it in the first place.

"hungry."

Tanehira stretched out his hand.

Wang San smiled "hehe", looked around slyly, took out the treasured cake from his arms and handed it over.

"This time it's soft."

He still remembered that when he fled from Chang'an to Yanzhou, food was given to the emperor and the high officials first. The young government was mixed with a bunch of yellow turbans, surrendered troops, and other chaotic troops. He ate hard cakes with them every day and almost lost his teeth. No embarrassment.

After that, he remembered to secretly hide a soft pancake in his arms.

What if someone bullies our young master?The world is huge, and eating is the most important thing. If the young master is hungry one day, he must make the young master eat a piece of soft cake!
Tanehira took a bite.

hiss……

Gums... gums hurt...

With tears in his eyes: "I really thank you, Wang San!"

Wang San smiled honestly: "Actually, I still have one..."

"Don't! I'm full!!!"

(End of this chapter)