Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

    First, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the shooting range next to the track, and then there were praises from the side accents. "Wu, Wu, Wu. Lian, Lian, Lian." The roars of the men who were getting more and more neat seemed to gather into a wave, slapping on the hot sand from the sun, as if they could shoot ripples.

    Xiao Huangmen went from the shooting range, through many steps, to the place of the nobles. With a smile on his face, he said, "Your Majesty, it was the horse-and-shoot final that decided the outcome."

    "Is this divided?" The little emperor stood up, there was thin sweat on both sides of his nose, "I haven't looked carefully yet." He bypassed a few cases: "Let's go and have a look. ." But he thought about it and felt inappropriate, so he turned his attention to Cao Sheng and Yang Biao.

    Yang Biaohu said with a sullen face, "Where is the supervisor riding the shooting range? Who is the winner, why is it so sloppy?"

    When he asked this question, Xiao Huangmen, who was still smiling just now, couldn't hold it on his face, and ran down to call someone aggrieved, and soon a small official in official uniform humbly ran up to the stand.

    "Your Majesty, the top three finalists for this time are from Bingzhou. They have known each other for a long time, and they have long agreed to win or lose... Therefore, they were ranked without the finals."

    "The victory and defeat in the past was in the past," Ah Sheng said, "Now it is a tournament organized by Your Majesty, so we must compete in an open and fair game on the field and show it to the world. Otherwise. , everyone learns from them, let's not compare with force, just know old acquaintances by mouth."

    The ministers laughed when they heard the words: "In the end, it is the remote boundary of Bingzhou, and there is a lot of arrogance."

    Only Yang Biao and a few other sensible people showed serious expressions: "Mr. Zhonghua is right, don't worry about what happens in Bingzhou, when you get to the emperor's feet, you will naturally abide by the emperor's rules. , how can they be provocative? Who are the top three, who is the name, and what official position did their ancestors hold?"

      What does this mean? For hundreds of years between the Han and Han Dynasties, there were many princesses who were married to the Xiongnu, and their descendants took Liu as the Han surname. Chuangliang was the surname of the well-known Modun Shanyu, and the so-called Gaozu refers to Liu Bang.

      The tricky identities of relatives.

    The little emperor was a little numb. He walked up to Cao Sheng and bowed respectfully: "What should I do now, please ask Cao Zi to teach me."

    "What does Your Majesty want? You may speak freely."

    "I am also happy when there are barbarians. They are talented and willing to use them. But they are too arrogant. I want them to compete in the final, but they Gu Zidi set the ranking, doesn't this make me shameless? But I can't reprimand heroes, what should I do?"

    Asheng knocked on the table with a smile: "Your Majesty, there are only two ways for the superior to make people do things according to their own wishes. One, punish those who do not obey. Second, reward those who obey. ."

    Liu Xie's eyes were bright: "Cao Zi means...the first way can't work, then only the second way..."

    A Sheng smiled and nodded.

    If it wasn't for paying attention to the image in front of the officials, the little emperor would only jump three feet high: "What about the divine bow that Duke Cao Jin presented to me? Take the bow, add a thousand taels of gold, Used as a jackpot for the finals."

    He was in high spirits, and led a group of civil and military officials to the direction of the shooting range. Even the Huns surnamed Liu refused to obey, and under the heavy reward, those who ranked second and third might not dare to compete. It doesn't matter who wins, what matters is that the game must be compared.

    The central stand was immediately empty, Cao Sheng rejected the emperor's invitation, and continued to drink the soup. Mrs. Ding and a group of maids also followed to watch the excitement, but Guo Jia was leaning lazily against the several cases in the back, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

    "Your Majesty was begging for a living before the second half of the year, but now he is able to spend a fortune. He is smart, and does not spare treasures.

    Guo Fengxiao raised his eyelids: "It's not so much that your Majesty is a good emperor, it is better to say that Duke Zhonghua is a good teacher. If you break all the truth, even a fool can sit comfortably. When that one is full-fledged, those of us should go back to our hometown, which is good luck." He yawned, poured wine into the glass, and before halfway, the jug was empty.

    "Did he say anything? Oh, he really said it." Guo Jia squeezed his throat to learn the tone of Xi Zhicai, "'Cough, cough, cough, Zhong Huagong is fine elsewhere, just in The child can't carry it clearly. Ahem, why don't you give her a master's son, ahem, anyway, ahem, the fat water doesn't flow to outsiders'."

    A Sheng raised his eyebrows and put the wine bar with grape juice on Guo Jia's table: "It's hard to cough, drink some to moisten your throat."

    Guo Jia took it and drank it. This heroine is indeed approachable and rich, and she is one of the best among the princes. But she left her own Liaodong and ran to the original, just to be the emperor's teacher? This is again illogical. If it weren't for the fact that it is illogical for women to be the masters of the house, I don't know how many people would have had a headache and couldn't sleep.

    "Jia is confused, if Duke Zhonghua is really a person with little fame and fortune, but he is benevolent and loyal, how can he control Liaodong? Soldiers can't be taken down by being weak or benevolent." He still leaned on several cases without sitting down, but his eyes were frighteningly sharp.

    A Sheng glanced at the still blue sky. Since she took over the little emperor, the temptation from Cao Cao's confidant has not stopped. But so far, her favorite is Guo Jia.

    At the same time, eight-to-four rounds are also going on in the hot wrestling arena. When the competition reached the quarterfinals, it was no longer a one-sided abuse of vegetables. Even Zhang Fei was sweating profusely before knocking down his opponent, a monster nearly ten feet tall.

    "Happy, haha, happy." Zhang Fei jumped off the ring, took the gourd next to the bucket, scooped a spoonful and poured it into his mouth, drinking half of it, and spilling the other half on the bare chest. Drops of water dripped down with sweat, and even his pants were wet.

    Zhang Fei was happy first and then worried: "Second brother lost? Hahaha, or I, Zhang Yide, can fight better - no, which **** dares to win against my second brother, let's see if I don't beat him to death."

    "Ah? Oh, that's a good thing. Why is the second brother so depressed?"

    Guan Yu didn't say anything, and followed his long beard distressedly. Such a beautiful beard was torn off by a villain. He could not wait to smash the opponent into tens of thousands of pieces.

    Zhang Fei didn't notice Guan Yu's sadness, but Liu Bei would not miss it. He patted Guan Yu on the shoulder: "Don't worry about Yun Chang, you can't see it from the outside."

    Guan Yu: Wow, big brother, wronged.

    The three brothers were talking, discussing the other two opponents who entered the semi-finals, when they heard cheers like a tsunami from the other side of the venue. Then, I saw neatly dressed scholars running back and forth to tell each other on weekdays. "It's the end of the horse archery final. Your Majesty will reward the first divine bow with 500 taels of gold; the second horse with 300 taels of gold; the third with a barrel of stainless steel arrows with 200 taels of gold. The top ten Enter the roster and seal the Yulin Colonel."

    Liu Bei exchanged glances with Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.

    "This new feather Lin Wei was led by Dong Cheng, and the emperor's confidant. It really is a step to the sky."

    Liu Bei nodded: "Your Majesty first came to Xu County, and even the school was stationed by Cao Cao's troops. General Dong, Taiwei Yang, and Wang Situ were all uneasy about this. In the name, selecting a good family son to join Yu Linwei is the way to check and balance."

    Zhang Fei shouted at this time: "No. My second brother and I are in the top four, don't we want to go to Lao Shi Zi Yu Lin Wei? If you don't go, I won't go. I won't leave. Under the command of the eldest brother." He threw the blue turban that marked the competition's identity to the ground. "No comparison, no comparison, go back to the inn for a drink."

    "Yide, come back." Liu Bei stopped him, his tone slightly tough. He leaned over and picked up Zhang Fei's blue headscarf, patted off the dust, and handed it back to him. "When Your Majesty asks the right question, you can tell the truth that we are under the command of Tao Shijun. Xu Chu, who was in the top four with Cao Cao's personal guard, is it possible that His Majesty will also take it away?"

    Only then did Zhang Fei answer sullenly, tie up the turban again, and wait for the end of the game on the Cuju court before it was their turn to wrestle in the final. There is still a long time to wait.

    He sat on the ground, stretched out his arms and legs, and turned his joints. The joints made a threatening "click, click" sound, and the timid scholars didn't dare to look at him.

    The top four wrestlers are all muscular men. In addition to Zhang Fei, Guan Yu, and Xu Chu, there was also Wei Yan from Jingzhou. Wei Yan's master was Liu Biao, and Liu apparently obeyed Yuan Shu, the emperor of the Zhong clan, so this guy, like the other three, was here to block the little emperor.

    The horizon was full of red sunset, and Guan Yu and Wei Yan were competing for third or fourth place on the stage. Compared to the stalemate between Zhang Fei and Xu Chu, the game ended quickly.

      It's too late to say it, but the hand that was still stroking his beard has already caught Wei Yan's shoulders, pushing forward with skillful force, and he is about to trip over the person.

    Wei Yan is not a rookie either, he has already reacted at this time, turned hard, and punched Guan Yu's eye socket. Stand still.

    Guan Yu laughed and took the next move. This time, Wei Yan's left calf was hit. Wei Yan threw another punch, this time hitting Guan Yu firmly in the chest. And then—because of the reaction force, he took two steps back by himself.

    Both legs tremble, so the competition will not continue.

    Wei Yan simply conceded defeat. "Brother Guan's divine power, it can't be delayed."

    He lost to Xu Chu, and Xu Chu lost to Zhang Fei, doesn't this mean that he is not as good as Zhang Fei? Guan Yu's self-esteem was a little hurt.

    The author has something to say: It seems that Liu Bao’s line has not been deleted completely, and I am about to cry. I want to show the intelligence of the little emperor, but I am afraid that Liu Bao’s line will overwhelm Liu Guanzhang , appears to be indistinguishable.