The Three Kingdoms: Farmers of the Wei Dynasty, planting mountains and rivers for Emperor Wu

Three Years of Han Jian’an (198).

Spring.

Sun Ce sent an envoy to pay tribute.

Cao Cao was overjoyed and befriended Jiangdong.

Yingchuan Tuntian and Qianpi Tuntian are all on the right track.

The sage shot Pei Mao and supervised the three auxiliary armies to attack Li Wei.

In the summer, Zhonglang broke Duan Yi and destroyed the three tribes.

The imperial court made Duan Yu the general of Annan and made him the Marquis of Xiang.

This meant that the imperial court recovered the lands of Jingzhaoyin and Cao Cao expanded the lands of Banzhou.

Yanzhou, Yuzhou, parts of Sizhi, parts of Yangzhou.

The area controlled by the imperial court has reached three states.

Cheng Yu entered the words and killed Liu Bei, but Cao Cao refused.

In this way, Qing Yu will not touch this brow.

Guo Jia and Cheng Yu are extremely important in Cao Cao’s heart.

They couldn’t persuade them, Qingyu might as well live his little life.

The sky is falling, and there are tall people on top.

What did he go to mix blindly?

Cao Cao is a hero, not a puppet, how can he obey his words?

A demon like Guo Jia can’t do it!

Qing Yu simply chose to lie flat.

Yangzhou area, everything is in ruins.

Qing Yu is leading the people to recover from the disaster, and in his free time, he takes Big Qiao and Little Qiao to sightseeing.

Life is in a hurry, why bother yourself?

Cao Cao is not short of literary and martial arts, and what Qing Yu wants to do is to ensure the people’s livelihood.

The people live, and the world prospers.

Xiao Qiao wore a satin light tulle, revealing a soft and delicate skin.

It is as bright as mutton fat jade.

Qing Yu’s mouth is like a river, telling the general trend of the world.

“Duan Yan has been sealed as a marquis, but I am still a little Yangzhou thorn history.”

“Who is Duan Yan?”

Xiao Qiao’s voice was delicate and soft, and his eyes were like a pool of spring water.

“Dong Zhuo, do you know?”

“I know, Han thief.”

“Duan Yu used to be a lieutenant general under Dong Zhuo, and he held a high position.” Qingyu explained.

“Speaking of the Xiliang faction, it can be described as famous.”

“Hussar General Zhang Ji is also from Western Liang, and he and Duan Yu are fellow villagers.”

“These two are in the Western Liang Army, and they are both outliers.”

“Duan Yu is strict in governing the army, and he has nothing to do with the people.”

“When the Western Liang army plundered the four directions, only Duan Yan’s army did not move.”

“They escorted the Son of Heaven eastward, and later Zhang Ji was expelled, and in a fit of anger, he led his army to Nanyang.”

Qing Yu looked radiant, and Xiao Qiao looked at him obsessively with his face up.

He cleared his throat and continued

“Zhang Ji is more unlucky, after he arrived in Nanyang, there was no food.”

“He had to go south and attack Liu Biao’s city, but he was hit by the arrow and died a whimper.”

“Zhang Xiu, Zhang Ji’s nephew, inherited Zhang Ji’s troops.”

“However, Zhang Xiu did not argue, he actually accepted Liu Biao’s surrender and guarded the gateway to the north for Liu Biao.”

“Under my persuasion, Zhang Xiu changed his mind again and joined the imperial court.”

“Sikong Cao Cao took a concubine a while ago, that is, Zhang Xiu’s aunt, that is, Zhang Ji’s widow.”

“I heard that she looks like a flower and is beautiful.”

Qing Yu talked about this, with a look of envy.

And then.

A meaningful smile rippled in his eyes.

Xiao Qiao only felt that his cheeks were hot.

“Sikong Concubine, what does it matter to you?”

Qing Yu firmly grabbed Xiao Qiao’s hand, and Xiao Qiao’s ears were hot, and he jerked his hand back sharply.

“I’m not a concubine!”

Qingyu intimately held her willow-like waist.

Half of Xiao Qiao’s body was crispy and numb.

The pretty face is burning and gorgeous.

Soon, she only felt that the sky was spinning, and her body sat stiffly in Qing Yu’s arms.

Motionless.

It’s like a delicate puppet.

Qing Yu gently stroked the ends of her hair and smoothed it patiently, revealing the loose virgin fluff on her neck.

Xiao Qiao’s cheeks seemed to be dyed with a red cloud, and his ears were also red.

The crystal clear earlobes exude an alluring breath.

Her heart was anxious, what should she do?

This disciple actually held firmly and did not let go.

Should she push people away?

Still silent.

Pretend not to know anything….

She was half aggrieved, half shy.

She is the eldest lady of the Qiao family, really going to be a concubine?

Xiao Qiao was sitting on pins and needles, and crystal tears overflowed his eyes.

Qingyu gently kissed her bright forehead and comforted her.

Hold tight.

“Don’t cry, okay.”

“If you feel unhappy, I’ll let you go.”

Xiao Qiao was stunned.

She couldn’t tell what it was like.

“I’m not unhappy—”

She argued slightly, reflexively hugging Qingyu and burying her head in his broad, warm chest.

“I just don’t want to be a concubine.”

“How pitiful it is to be a concubine~”

Qing Yu rubbed her blue silk to calm her emotions.

“Of course it’s pitiful to be someone else’s concubine, but being my concubine is completely different.”

Qing Yu’s righteousness is awe-inspiring!

Little Joe snuggled.

After wiping away her tears, she tossed and turned half of her body and changed to a more comfortable position.

A strong and powerful heartbeat sounded in my ears!

Calm and reassuring.

“What should I do if your wife bullies me?”

“Give birth to two boys and let them protect you.” Qing Yu blurted out.

Xiao Qiao’s eyes lit up.

It seems like a good idea.

She raised her eyebrows, always feeling that something was wrong.

But after thinking about it, I didn’t find anything wrong.

“Women always have to marry, is it bad to marry me?”

“In the future, I will tell you stories, take you to see the lotus leaves, watch the sunset over the Long River, and the scenery outside Serbia…”

Qing Yu depicts the magnificent capital world, churning in the girl’s little heart.

Inside and outside the Great Wall, it is vast.

The river is up and down, gushing.

Xiao Qiao Miaomu had tears in her eyes and took the initiative to face Qingyu.

As night falls, light and shadow flash.

Warbler sound.

Yan language.

The yellow light reflects the tall and graceful figure.

Da Qiao looked at the lonely sky, studded with small stars.

Bit by bit of brilliance, intertwined.

The gentle full moon shone on the corners of her upturned mouth.

I didn’t expect life to have such a happy encounter.

One choice.

Laid for life.

Perhaps, every time people are on the verge of despair, they will have a chance to be reborn.

Big Joe was lucky to grasp it.

The stars are hazy.

Fine sweat fragrant jade.

Huaishui rippling.

Trickle of dew drops peony heart.

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【ps】

Find the data.

Is there a big guy watching!

There is no data, no confidence at all!

The little author is painstaking!

I hope to have a small partner with empathy, otherwise there is no sense of achievement at all.