Online games of the three kingdoms

Chapter 88
In the next few days, there were more than tens of millions of soldiers from the Yellow Turban and Han armies gathered in and around Guangzong City.

With so many hostile soldiers of the two armies, the friction continued naturally, but from the beginning to the end, it was only a small-scale friction, and no one had the intention of launching a large-scale attack on the initiative.

The atmosphere seemed very peaceful.

Just like the last trace of hard-won calm before the storm comes...

That night.

Ying Yu's direct descendants are stationed in the barracks.

Ying Yugao sat on the main desk of his tent, holding a letter in his hand, silent, only frowning slightly.

There are only six simple characters on the letter——

Those who destroy the Han will eventually win.

"Consort Ying, besides this letter, my great virtuous teacher also asked me to bring you a sentence."

Below the main case, in the tent, a plain-looking middle-aged man spoke, paused for a moment, then looked at Ying Yu and continued:

"Consort Ying, have you ever wondered about the future?"

"what for?"

"My family's great and virtuous teacher once used magical techniques to glimpse a glimpse of the secret, and that trace of the secret is the future."

The ordinary-looking middle-aged man smiled and said, his face was calm and calm, as if this trip was not a narrow escape, and this place was not a dragon's pool or a tiger's den.

All the soldiers beside him, including Bai Qi, Dian Wei, and several soldiers of the Heijia Army, were secretly on guard, but remained silent.

For a moment, the entire camp was eerily quiet.

lean less.

"If you have something to say, you may wish to speak directly. What is the purpose of your coming here?"

Ying Yu's complexion was as calm as water, no trace of joy, anger, sorrow or fear could be seen, and her voice was full of indifference.

"clever!"

The ordinary-looking middle-aged man smiled and praised, then changed his voice and continued:

"My family's great virtuous teacher is now located somewhere outside Guangzong City. I would like to invite you, Concubine Ying, to come over and have a chat."

"Great virtuous teacher? Zhang Jiao? He is a dying person. Please let me go. Don't you think it's ridiculous, Your Excellency?"

"Of course I don't think so."

"What if, I say, the future that the great virtuous teacher peeked out with divine magic is about the Emperor Hanling, the emperor of the Han court, or about Princess Wannian?"

"Is Prince Consort Ying really indifferent? Don't want to know?"

The middle-aged man smiled, and when he said this, he stopped talking and stared straight at Ying Yu with a pair of eyes.

After a while, he opened his mouth and continued:
"Young concubine, life is like a yellow beam, a dream, a dream of the world of mortals for ten years... the blood of a beautiful woman, dyed the emperor's sword..."

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A hidden place outside Guangzong City.

A white-haired old man, his eyes are full of cloudiness, it seems that he is reaching the end of his life, and his life is coming to an end.

He was sitting on a wooden chair, letting the night wind blow by, staring blankly into the distance for a long time, without blinking...

"Daddy..."

Beside the old man, a seven or eight-year-old girl looked at the old man and called softly.

The old man came back to his senses when he heard the words, and looked at the little girl, his cloudy eyes were full of reluctance and kindness that couldn't be melted away.

"Ning'er..."

"After daddy leaves, you will follow your second uncle and the others. You must live well and don't think about the way of peace..."

"Daddy, Ning'er won't leave, Ning'er wants to stay by Daddy's side forever..."

"Bullshit!"

"cough……"

The old man's tone was deliberately aggravated, but as soon as the words were spoken, a big mouthful of blood coughed out of his throat uncontrollably.

His complexion, which was originally as pale as paper, was even paler to the extreme at this time.

"Daddy!"

"Great virtuous teacher!!"

"It's okay..."

The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve indifferently, murmured softly as if inexplicably, and said to himself:
"People are just people, but heaven is still that heaven after all..."

Just like that, the following atmosphere fell into silence.

After a long time, only one person asked with doubts:
"Great virtuous teacher, will Ying Qiyu really come?"

"He will come."

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(End of this chapter)