The Three Kingdoms: The Cold Gate World

Chapter 1 Conversation at the Grave
In the bleak autumn wind and the dim sky, in front of a dead grave, a ten-year-old boy in a beige gown was sitting cross-legged, holding a jug in his hand, drinking from time to time with his head raised, his expression silent but extremely lonely.

At dusk, the sky was getting darker, and another person came from a distance, elegant and green shirt, also holding a wine gourd in his hand, came to the grave and bowed silently, then sat side by side with the white-clothed boy and let out a long sigh.

"Feng Xiao, the deceased is dead, take care of yourself."

But the ten-year-old boy smiled coldly, took another sip of wine, wiped the drops from his mouth, and shook his head in silence.

No one knew that besides the pain of losing his mother, there were many unknown secrets hidden in his heart at this moment, but this secret made him extremely headache and struggled in his heart.

As a time traveler, Tang Sheng was lucky, but also unlucky.

Unfortunately, he traveled to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Fortunately, he traveled to Yingchuan, a land of outstanding people, and became Guo Jia, a natural genius known as a ghost. Unfortunately, Guo Jia, who is only ten years old now, has become an orphan. He died when he was less than 40 years old.

After the death of his mother, Guo Jia, who took his name as filial piety, sat alone in front of the grave for three days, drinking all day long, but now he looked like a down-and-out refugee, with a tendency to give up on himself.

After a long silence, Guo Jia turned his head indifferently to look at the older man beside him, and said, "Zhicai, my father died early, and my mother took pains to raise me for ten years. The orphan and widow depend on each other, and the family farm is only a hundred acres. There are only a few houses, the gold, silver, jade and silk have long been used up, and the family is so poor, but there are still petty people coveting and watching, forcing my mother to death, and even trying to drive me out of Yingchuan, Zhicai, you say, I Shouldn't Guo Fengxiao bathe and clean his head, and allow him to be domineering and slaughtered?"

After Xi Zhicai sighed deeply, he said with emotion: "Feng Xiao, this matter is your family matter in the final analysis, I shouldn't interrupt, but since you are open and honest with me, I can speak freely. Your father is the son of a concubine in the Guo family. You also live in Yingchuan, far away from the family center, and you have no power or power in the family. Now that you have suffered such a catastrophe, although you say that it is the Guo family who sought your property and persecuted your mother and child, but in the eyes of outsiders, it is really the Guo family themselves. In the final analysis, the blood flowing in your body still belongs to the Guo family. In other words, what your father left behind, the Guo family's righteous master naturally has the right to dispose of it. But don't worry, I have already told Wen Ruo about this matter, and Wen Ruo will help you , from now on.”

Guo Jia looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, but it was desolate.

"Wen Ruo help me? The Xun family is a hero, a famous family in Yingchuan, how can there be no benefit to fight among the famous scholars, and the Xun family's helping me is just to let the Guo family jackal stop. If one day I have no one to protect me, Isn’t the Guo family going to be malicious again? Is it possible that I, Guo Fengxiao, will take shelter from others for the rest of my life? Zhicai, do you know what I want to say?”

Xi Zhicai had a serious face, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you talking about?"

Guo Jia threw the jug in his hand towards the sky, and growled hissingly: "The rich and powerful families in the world are all the same, and the evil is full of evil. If this evil cannot be eliminated, there will be no peace in the world!"

After shouting these words, Guo Jia fell on his back on the grass in front of the grave, his face suddenly calm as usual, but there was a sadness in his eyes.

Tang Sheng, who traveled to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, had a very simple idea in the past. Guo Jia in history was a natural genius. At least you can be a good strategist. When the world changes drastically, you can devote yourself to the Ming Lord, and you can guarantee your life's prosperity and wealth.

"Zhicai, today's catastrophe continues, the DPRK, Chinese and foreign relatives and eunuchs monopolize man-made disasters, the land of China is full of hunger, and refugees can be seen everywhere, but what are famous families doing? Hoarding goods and making huge profits, the family is full of poets and books. What are people doing? They don't want to serve the country and the country, and they don't do things to stabilize and benefit the people. They try their best to become an official in the court just to get the best advantage for the family. Today, the son is openly selling officials and titles, which is a sign of the country's ruin. !"

Xi Zhicai raised his eyebrows, and shouted in a deep voice: "Follow your filial piety and be careful with your words!" Then he looked around, fortunately this place is desolate and there are few people, otherwise if Guo Jia's words spread, he would definitely cause trouble!

"Hehe, is Xi Zhicai still afraid that I, Guo Fengxiao, will tell the truth? Is Xi Zhicai still afraid that I, a ten-year-old boy, will tell what is in your heart? The emperor is stupid, the courtiers are incompetent, the local dignitaries whitewash the peace, pity the millions of people in the world Let's live and die, rather than lingering, it is better to have a great order after the chaos."

Guo Jia was depressed, and the emotions he had suppressed for a long time could not help venting out. He couldn't wait anymore. He couldn't wait for the Yellow Turban Uprising four years later, he couldn't wait for Dong Zhuo to enter Luoyang in nine years, and the Kwantung Army defeated Dong in ten years. It's not as good as Cao Mengde, the treacherous hero in troubled times, raised his troops and left Chen Liu. If he really waited for the Ming Lord to appear, he would have to endure it for another ten years, but in the past ten years, he has endured enough. The oppression, until now, the mother died in grief, holding her hands tightly before she died, crying choked up, tears gushing like springs, and finally died with regret.

Guo Jia knew that her mother couldn't let go of herself, and how to survive in this world was a big stone in her heart that she couldn't let go of before she died.

"Feng Xiao, I know what you mean, and I also know that the world is difficult. It has been 400 years for the great man to say that he is exhausted. I don't believe it. If there is a wise king who ascends the throne, rectifies the court with thunderous force, and eliminates the traitors, then the great man is still saved. Yes. But today I am in the prime of life, and my two sons are only children, I am afraid that this method is delusional." Xi Zhicai shook his head and poured down a big mouthful of wine, his face clouded with sadness.

It is true that the Son of Heaven is in his prime, but he is as ignorant as a pig, obsessed with women all day long, and even greedy for property. Over the years, his health is deteriorating, and he will be buried in the ground within ten years.

Of course, this was what Guo Jia thought in his heart, and he couldn't say it out loud. After all, what the emperor did in the palace and his health were not something common people like them could know.

"Great talent, you have always been a great talent. If you spend your whole life doing nothing, I'm afraid you won't be satisfied." Guo Jia looked up at the night sky under the dark curtain, where the stars were densely covered, as bright as summer flowers.

Xi Zhicai shook his head with a wry smile, and said in a shy voice: "You and I are both from poor families. Although Feng Xiao is young, you are several times better than me. You are the most admired and proud friend in my life. The one who knows me is Feng Xiao. , even though I am not willing to lose my talent, but the current situation is like this, there is nothing I can do. If one is not a wealthy family, it is difficult to be filial and honest, and the other is not rich, and the official position in Luoyang, the eastern capital, is only a dream. And. Even if you want to benefit the common people for the official side, you still have more than enough heart but not enough power."

Perhaps in terms of history, after ten years in a hurry, the world will be in chaos, but at this moment, for Guo Jia, ten years is still an indefinite time. Thinking of this, Guo Jia took the wine from Xi Zhicai. After taking a sip from the gourd, he said: "The signs of subjugation in the world have been revealed. You and I only need to wait for the time to come, and then we will have a place to use our strength."

Xi Zhicai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, pointed at Guo Jia and said comfortingly, "Feng Xiao, wine is a gut-piercing poison, you are greedy for this thing at such a young age, you must be careful of your body."

Guo Jia wiped his mouth clean, looked at Xi Zhicai with a half-smile, and said, "Xi Zhicai, who never leaves his body, knows that wine is poison to the intestines? Is it because he is afraid that I drank all your fine wine before saying this? Hahaha , if Wen Ruo heard this, I'm afraid he would never believe it."

Bickering with Guo Jia can only be a helpless Xizhi who is speechless. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said with a serious expression: "When I visited Wen Ruo the day before yesterday, He Yong, a famous Nanyang scholar, happened to be a guest at Xun's house. Guess what He Yong saw?" What did you say when you arrived at Wen Ruo?"

Guo Jia said, "Wang Zuozhi is talented!"

Xi Zhicai showed surprise, and asked dully, "Did you hear about this from somewhere else?"

Guo Jia shook his head and said: "I have been guarding my mother's grave for the past three days, and I have not left even a single step. You and I are both arrogant people in the eyes of the world. There are only a handful of friends we have with each other on weekdays, but at this time they can come to see me. Guo Fengxiao, besides you, Xun Wenruo is probably the only one, and from what you say, the Xun family has guests, and it is naturally inconvenient for Wen Ruo to leave, so who can give me a tip-off to tell me what happened to the Xun family?"

Thoughts changed in a flash, Xi Zhicai also knew that what Guo Jia said was true, he was even more surprised, and asked: "Then how do you know what He Yong said?"

Guo Jia didn't answer but asked instead: "Wen Ruo's talent is not worthy of Wang Zuo's strength?"

Xi Zhicai was speechless, and sighed after a long silence: "Wen Ruo really has the talent of Wang Zuo, and He Yong knows people with his eyes. This statement is true. I think back then when you were only six years old and Wen Ruo and I talked about the past and the present. Often the words are surprising and thought-provoking, Wen Ruo's words and demeanor can be described as everyone's demeanor, extraordinary insight, Wang Zuozhi's talent is just right, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

"It's a pity that heroes are useless. Even if there is Wang Zuo's talent, if there is no master, what about the talents of the world?" Guo Jia said with a light smile. At this moment, he had adjusted his mood. Big truth.

Xi Zhicai is silent, yes, Xun Yu is so talented that the one in Yingchuan who may be able to match it is none other than his close friend Guo Jia, but Xun Wenruo, who was born in a noble family, has no way to serve the country, let alone Guo Fengxiao, a poor boy?The sky is not fair, why give them talents but make them untimely?
Xi Zhicai sighed in his heart, but Guo Jia stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, took a step, staggered and nearly fell down, but fortunately Xi Zhicai had sharp eyesight and quickly supported him, and said with a wry smile: "Feng Xiao, from now on Alcohol, it's better to drink less."

Guo Jia pushed Xi Zhicai away, laughed, walked home with three steps and five steps, and said loudly as he walked:
The ears have to listen to the piano, and the heart forgets the machine and the wine is half drunk.

If the Qi Qi period is also used to relieve drunkenness, it should be said that there are four joys but not three.

(End of this chapter)