Three Kingdoms: I don’t want to fall in love in troubled times

Chapter 3
It was exactly the same as the scene in the simulation. In the sunshine with flying dust, Chu Lan walked in from outside humming a light tune.

Xu Jiashu didn't panic at all, and even had time to shake off the crumbs of the pie that fell on his body - the taste of this thing was really bad, it felt like eating wood residue.

He who was hiding behind the door pulled gently, and Chu Lan's thin body was held in his arms. He covered his mouth with just the right strength to prevent Chu Lan from making a sound and not being too rude at the same time.

This is the strength of the players in the second week.

Four eyes facing each other.

The impact of the third-party perspective in the simulated scene was far less intense than it is now. Facing those eyes at close range, Xu Jiashu actually felt guilty due to Chu Lan's surprised and angry eyes.

"Shh-", Xu Jiashu said something that even he didn't believe, "I'm not a bad person, if you understand." He swallowed nervously, "Just hum twice with your nose."

Damn it, I don’t have enough script skills!
Originally, Xu Jiashu's plan was to copy the lines spoken in the simulation, continue to play a desperado, and then agree when Chu Lan asked to stay, which was the second option in the simulation.

But now it seems that he failed in his performance from the beginning.

The most obvious evidence is that Chu Lan did not snort hot air through his nose in cooperation as described in the simulation, but continued to stare at him warily.

How to do how to do?
This is reality. Every second is live broadcast. If he makes a wrong move next, he will die with the remaining three simulation times.

Xu Jiashu regretted not accepting the system earlier and wasting a lot of time.

You must simulate it as early as possible next time, otherwise you will have no time to react when encountering an emergency like this.

His mind was spinning crazily, and his concentration was even more concentrated than during the college entrance examination - how could he gain a person's trust as quickly as possible?
Try calling her name!
"So don't be afraid, Chu Lan."

Xu Jiashu bet his life on these words, and deliberately lowered his voice as if to comfort the uneasy Chu Lan, but only he knew that this was his last courage.

Hearing his name, Chu Lan blinked several times quickly, looking like he was in a hurry to speak.

Feeling that the little body in his arms was no longer tense, Xu Jiashu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of ecstasy about surviving a desperate situation.

"I know that your parents died when you were young, and you kept their belongings well."

Without even noticing that he was poking someone else's pain, Xu Jiashu continued to recall the simulated scene and said: "You are a good girl. The folks in Fengchi Village all like you and take care of you like their own daughter."

Chu Lan's hands finally stopped struggling and pointed to her mouth, calmly indicating that she wanted to speak.

Xu Jiashu hesitated for a few seconds and decided to let go.

It's impossible to gain true trust by covering someone's mouth.

Under Xu Jiashu's anxious gaze, Chu Lan took a few deep breaths to calm her violent heartbeat.

"Are you Mr. Taiping Dao?"

Chu Lan asked.

In this ignorant girl's opinion, the only people who dare not show up in public, wear clothes that she has never seen before, and are suspected of being able to pinch people, are probably the legendary Taoists.

Although the Yellow Turbans led by the great virtuous master were exterminated by the imperial court as early as the seventh year of Guanghe (184), the past two years have seen unrest, and teams under the banner of Yellow Turbans appeared in Qingzhou and Xuzhou.
I heard that even Xihe County is not peaceful recently. That place is not far from Luoyang!It's not impossible for sporadic Taiping Roads to come over.

As soon as these words came out, Xu Jiashu felt like he was struck by lightning.

Peace Road!
The end of the Eastern Han Dynasty!

In an era of killing people that has lasted for nearly a hundred years, the number of registered households has dropped sharply from 5500 million to 800 million. Even taking into account those who are fleeing war and living in seclusion in the name of a powerful person, the probability of death is at least one of two.

To use an analogy, it’s like guessing heads and tails of a coin, and if you lose, you’ll see you in the next life.

The main theme is life and death, wealth is in heaven.

In such troubled times, love is impossible. No wonder this love simulation is almost turning into a death simulation.

Xu Jiashu, who was in a state of confusion, decided to play a riddle with Chu Lan first: "So it is."

"Is it really?"

"Yes."

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No matter what he said, he would not claim the identity of Taipingdao.

In the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms era, the background of the Yellow Turbans was really one of the beginnings of hell. Generally, they could only appear on the resumes of the protagonists in the form of miscellaneous soldiers or surrendered generals.

To put it simply, you can engage in a little mysticism, but you can never say that you are a Yellow Turban.

Otherwise, just wait until it becomes a mobile military exploit with long legs.

"I was treated by Mr. Taiping Dao when I was a child, but you are nothing like them. Where did you come from?"

Chu Lan clicked his tongue in surprise. "A place far away from here." Xu Jiashu replied honestly.

It's only about 2000 years ago.
"What is this costume?"

She pointed to the shirt and trousers again.

"For the barbarians."

"Qiang people?"

"A little further west."

"Further west?"

"Ah."

After satisfying (perfunctory) Chu Lan's curiosity, Xu Jiashu, a well-informed "traveling Taoist priest", was generously forgiven by her for stealing half of the pie, and treated it as a gift to entertain the guests.

Twilight falls.

As soon as it got dark, Xu Jiashu couldn't help but think of the escape in the simulation. The process was really like losing a dog, and the ending was chilling.

He looked back at Chu Lan.

This time he didn't rob his father's clothes before he was alive, so Chu Lan had no intention of keeping him.

"Girl, can you take me in for a night?"

After hesitating for 0.618 seconds, Xu Jiashu finally spoke.

Chu Lan stared at him for a long time after hearing this, as if she wanted to know what this Taoist priest's face was made of, and why he was so thick?

Say yes even if you have enough to eat and drink, and still want to stay overnight!

"I can repay the favor by telling stories or doing work!" Xu Jiashu began to draw the cake.

Although he is tall and strong, he actually spends half of his life on a desk. For a person who has never been on the ground, if he really has to work, he might still be a drag.

But whether it was because he was deceived by his appearance of being wealthy or because he wanted to hear more interesting stories, Chu Lan actually agreed.

Xu Jiashu breathed out a long breath - he could finally survive tonight.

"Since you want to stay overnight, sir, you must tell me your name, right?" Chu Lan asked as he walked to the side room.

"Just call me Xu Jiashu."

The ancients had names and characters, but before Xu Jiashu could compile the name, he informed the other party of his name first.

"Oh, Mr. Shu." Chu Lan came out of the side room with the sundries in her arms. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "After you have packed up, you can sleep here."

You are Mr. Tree!

Xu Jiashu, who had died twice in one day, dared not speak out in anger at this moment and went straight to the side room.

Although the space is a little smaller, it is just as neat and cozy as the main house.

Xu Jiashu lay on the couch, his nerves suddenly relaxed and he fell asleep quickly.
I don't know how long it took, but Xu Jiashu woke up.

Hmm. Looking at the dark sky outside, I realized that I hadn't slept very long at all.

Funny to say, Xu Jiashu woke up from hunger.

Common people in the Han Dynasty had two meals a day: morning meal and feeding. (except nobles)

Resting after sunset, there is no need to work in the evening, and naturally there is no need to eat.

According to the time when Xu Jiashu traveled through time, he ate half a flatbread in the afternoon, which meant that he had been fed. Theoretically, there was nothing wrong with him.

But for a modern person who is used to three meals a day, it is completely insufficient.

"I'm so hungry that I can't sleep." Facing the dark ceiling, Xu Jiashu sighed to himself, "Are there any time-travelers who are worse off than me?"

"Chong-"

"Chong-"

At this moment, the sound of sharpening knives came from the courtyard, and the person on the couch suddenly stood up, with all the hair on his body standing on his head.

(End of this chapter)