Three Kingdoms: I rely on system loopholes to survive

Zhong Ping seemed to have had a very long dream.

In his dream, he was taking an online class while complaining to his friends on split screen that the teacher always assigned 5,000-word handwritten papers and he felt like his hands were going to break from copying.

He wasn't wearing headphones, so he could hear his mother unlock the door with her key.

Today is his eighteenth birthday according to the lunar calendar. In the morning, his mother made him a bowl of noodles with a round, oily fried egg and sprinkled with coriander...

Will mom bring back the cake?
Zhong Ping got out of bed and wanted to go to the living room to greet his mother, but then he realized that the bedroom door was closed.

He reached out to grab the door handle, but it seemed as if someone pushed him from behind. The momentary feeling of weightlessness made him open his eyes.

"mom……"

Zhong Ping looked at Li Xian, who was looking terrified, with a sense of loss.

The carriage had stopped. He wanted to ask where they were now, but he found that his voice was a little hoarse and there seemed to be something cold on his face. Zhong Ping reached out and touched it, and felt a hand full of tears.

He turned his head away and wiped the tears off his face with his sleeve. He swallowed and then leaned out to ask Li Meng, "Have you arrived in Yingchuan?"

Li Meng saw that Zhong Ping's eyes were red and his voice was not the same as usual. He was concerned, but he was afraid that he would say something wrong. After thinking for a while, he replied, "We are almost in Hanoi, Grand Historian... I'm afraid you must be bored after staying in the car for so long. Why don't you get off the car and relax?"

Zhong Ping was in a low mood. He forced a smile, turned around to comfort Li Xian, and got out of the car alone.

Zhang Shiping was feeding the horses, using the finest silage. Su Shuang stroked the horses' shiny fur, and when he saw Zhong Ping getting out of the carriage, he hurriedly led a horse to meet him.

"What do you think of this horse, Grand Historian?"

Su Shuang was leading a red horse with flowing mane, a strong physique, and particularly bright eyes.

Zhong Ping realized belatedly that Red Hare was still tied in the backyard of Zhong's mansion. For some reason, he felt inexplicably guilty when he looked at the red horse again.

"He has an extraordinary physique and is a good horse."

He tentatively reached out and touched the red horse's mane. The red horse lowered its head meekly and did not reject the seeding.

Zhong Ping looked at Su Shuang in surprise.

Su Shuang didn't know that Zhongping had a physical dislike for horses, so he enthusiastically introduced Zhongping: "This horse is not ordinary. Although it is a descendant of the Yuezhi horse, it is a rare and docile relative. Even people who have never ridden a horse can control it."

"This horse is called Chizhui. The Historian can give it a try."

Su Shuang put riding gear on Chizhui.

Chizhui licked Zhongping's hand, and his black eyes reflected Zhongping's figure.

Zhong Ping stepped on the single-sided horse saddle and jumped onto the horse swiftly. Chi Zhui shook his horse's tail and walked slowly a few steps on the spot.

"Where are you going, sir? Can I go with you?"

Li Meng had just interrogated Li Xian in the car, but did not learn from him the reason why Zhong Ping lost his composure. Now seeing that Zhong Ping seemed to be planning to travel alone, he followed him worriedly.

"The convoy is under Wang San's watch, so nothing will happen."

he added.

Zhong Ping held the reins and asked Su Shuang, "Are there any good horses?"

Su Shuang smiled and said, "These horses were originally presented to the Grand Historian. They are all first-class good horses. The Grand Historian can take them as he pleases."

Zhong Ping thanked him and asked Su Shuang to pick a stable horse for Li Meng to lead: "Now that we are in Hanoi, how can we not see our old friends? Come with me."

Li Meng looked at the black horse that Su Shuang brought, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he thanked Su Shuang, got on the horse and bowed, saying, "Yes!"

Zhong Ping had been bored in the carriage for many days. Now, as he sat on the horse's back, feeling the wind blowing on his face and looking at the rolling mountains and a large area of ​​budding trees, the melancholy in his heart instantly dissipated a lot.

Chizhui seemed to sense his master's emotions. He would stop after running a certain distance and walk slowly in place.

Li Meng drove the black horse behind Zhong Ping. He organized his words in his mind for a long time before hesitantly asking, "...Just now in the carriage, the Grand Historian seemed a little sad?"

Zhong Ping was speechless for a moment, and after a long time he whispered: "Leaving my country and hometown, I just feel nostalgic suddenly." He felt a sense of loneliness, confusion and sadness, with many words stuck in his throat. He raised his head and looked around, but there was no one to talk to and no one to listen to.

Probably no one understands.

"Brother Tong...I really want to go home."

Zhong Ping called out to the system in his heart, but the only response he got was silence.

Li Meng didn't know how to comfort Zhong Ping. He had always respected Zhong Ping, and this respect made him ignore Zhong Ping's age. Now that he was so close to Zhong Ping, Li Meng clearly realized that Zhong Ping was still a teenager who didn't even have a beard.

"...Taishi Ling, don't be too sad. When you arrive in Jingzhou, you can meet up with the Taiwei."

He comforted himself dryly. Although he knew a few words, Li Meng had been in the army for many years and was not good at learning the fancy words.

Zhong Ping didn't reply.

Perhaps it was because they were alone now, or perhaps it was because the world was too vast, he suddenly felt the urge to talk.

"I do miss my dad, but I miss my mom more... My mom likes to nag and has curly hair. She is very good to me and the crucian carp soup she cooks is especially delicious. Although she is sometimes very strict with me, she has always supported my hobbies. She likes the color blue..."

Zhong Ping suddenly couldn't continue.

He realized with horror that the mother's facial features in his memory seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

He can hardly remember what his mother looks like.

Li Meng didn't quite understand what Zhong Ping said, and the expression on his face was obviously confused, but he still chose to be an attentive listener.

"nothing."

Zhong Ping was silent for a long time, then lightly ended the topic and smiled casually: "I've been in the carriage for too long, and I'm a little confused."

He didn't know why he felt particularly fragile today. The wind from ancient times to the present whistled past, and the mountains stood silently. Whether now or in the future, Taihang Mountains were always Taihang Mountains.

Zhong Ping looked up at the endless mountain range. The road seemed so long, as if he would never reach the end.

At this moment he stands here, and the eternal sun and mountains are also here, just like his hometown.

It is within reach with eyes closed, but never with eyes open.

“That mountain range is winding like a dragon, but is it the Taihang Mountains?”

He asked, pointing to the vaguely visible mountains in the original place.

Li Meng responded uncertainly: "It should be. Apart from Taihang Mountain, I don't know which other mountain in the world can be as majestic as this one."

Zhong Ping memorized the map in his mind and had a general understanding of the place. He asked this question just to divert Li Meng's attention.

"Zhang Yan said earlier that Li Jue has already occupied three towns in Shangdang County. I'm afraid the next step will be to capture Hedong County."

He lowered his head and thought for a moment: "The two of us are not a big target. Li Jue can't cover the sky in Henei. Zhang Yan is in Shanyang, with Taihang Mountain behind him and Qingshui under his command. If we hurry, we can arrive in the afternoon."

Talking about business, Li Meng suddenly became serious: "I will listen to the Grand Historian...but we are using the pass of Li Xian and others. If we encounter the Xiongnu people from Yufuluo, it will be a bit troublesome."

Zhong Ping’s first reaction was: How could this be such a coincidence?

But on second thought, even though Yufuluo's people are now benefiting from the silage business and have reduced the frequency of looting towns, it doesn't mean that they won't go around roaming around and robbing. If you're not careful, you might really run into them.

"Although it is a pass from Dongjun, the people who trade with the Xiongnu are not fixed. This Li Xian is also entering Xudu for the first time. Even if we use his pass, it is unlikely to be discovered. There is no need to worry about it. Let's hurry on."

Zhong Ping clamped his legs around the horse's belly and gave a light scold. Chizhui shook his head, raised his hooves and galloped along the official road, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Unlike Red Hare, whose mane always flutters in Zhong Ping's face when he is galloping, Red Zhui's mane is also flowing, but it lies very softly on the neck, floating slightly downwards. Zhong Ping only needs to straighten his upper body without worrying about his vision being blocked by the horse's mane.

Two horses, one red and one black, galloped on the flat official road towards Shanyang.

(End of this chapter)