In the four years after the battle between Chibi, the wars in the Central Plains and Jingzhou, Jiangdong and other places in the south were not as rested as everyone imagined. In the following years, Wancheng and Xuzhou became the most intense place, with dozens of battles of all sizes and continued.

Over the years, Guo Jia, a counselor who had been planning for the Cao family, still traveled around the north and south with Cao Cao, or traveled to the north and south with his sick body. For the third time, he went to the north to discuss things. He met no longer only Li Ru, Wang Lie and others, and there was a young man named Gongsun Zheng next to him. Looking at the other party's appearance, he could still vaguely remember the first time he met that person in the Xuchang prison. He was such a rebellious man. He secretly sent someone to kill the current emperor and took in another one who had killed the emperor. What else he dared not do?

At this time, the wolf king should be still in the west. The news has been disconnected for a long time. Guo Jia occasionally remembered that person, and there was no reason to believe that the other party would die in a wild place. Maybe he had no time to see him again.

The last time he returned from Northland, Guo Jia fell ill.

In September, the climate is pleasant, and the outside of Xuchang City is already golden.

The breeze blew, and the sweaty farmer exposed his thin chest and let the wind blow on it. Looking at the golden harvest, a smile appeared on his dark face. Not far away, his wife stood up and scolded him. The man bowed down to continue harvesting. Two children with small braids ran over on the ridge of the field over there, pinching the little man on a pile of soft soil. Soon after, the rolling sound of the shafts sounded between the roads, and one of the boys looked over.

Several strong knights came from a distance with their swords and bows on their backs, lifting a simple carriage, lifting a corner of the curtain, with a deep look mixed with a hint of drowsiness. Looking at the scene of busy farming plans outside, she sighed with relief: "Let's go." Then she put down the curtain.

On the uneven roads, the carriages were undulating, and the figure sitting upright was Cao Cao. It was already fifty-three this year. In the first three years of the Western Expedition, there was almost no war. Most of the energy was placed between the court and government affairs. His body became bloated, but he still tried his best to ensure the smoothness of the Western Expedition. However, when the war broke out in the south and the north, he had to go on his horse again. He fought for four years in the early years. His head wind became more and more frequent, and it hurt almost half his life. Now he is old.

"It would be great if there was no war. Be careful to support the world and let the people live and work in peace and contentment. This is more comfortable than the military achievements of the corpse. The people in the world still remember you. Your name can be engraved on the throne of immortality and will be remembered forever. Even if there is a slutty assassin, I can't bear to attack you, right? Is it filial piety?"

Cao Cao laughed, his gray beard trembled in laughter. On the soft side of him, Guo Jia was wearing a green robe, with a light blue dress leaning against him. His face was extremely pale, and a layer of fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His dry and molted lips slowly stammered, making a weak voice: "People's hearts value personalities, and the world is finally in chaos... Who doesn't want to create a foundation in troubled times..."

"Yes." The old man looked at the extremely weak counselor on the opposite side. His eyes were filled with a hint of pain. He turned to the gap of the curtains blown by the wind, looking at the golden sunshine. "... Liu Bei, I misread it. I misread it, Sun Quan, who has inherited the shade of his father and brother, but these are not important, but Gongsun, I have never seen through it... What he wants and what he will do next is hard to guess."

"The lonely wolf who is straightforward and thoughtful, grinning has become the wolf king.....cough cough..."

The weak figure struggled to his upper body, and his face turned sickly flushed, "This kind of person is both dangerous and can truly achieve hegemony....Lord, if you had not met you before, you would have not had this kind of kindness of knowing your favor, you might have gone to the north."

The gray-haired old man knelt there, looking at the mottled spots shining in from the undulating curtains, and was silent for a long time.

"Have Fengxiao ever regretted it?" His voice was a little hoarse and low, and his eyes turned calmly. Guo Jia also looked at him calmly, then shook his head, struggled to get himself up, and arched his hand.

"……I know that the kindness of meeting is not repaid..."

The old man gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

There was noisy outside, and someone shouted loudly. The carriage had already entered the city gate and stopped in front of the Guo Mansion. Guo Jia was trembling and supported, standing on the stone steps, looking at the carriage that was about to drive away, and staggeringly took half a step.

The shaft of the car stopped, Cao Cao took up the curtain, looked at the familiar face, and couldn't help but move, "Wang Xiao is resting for a good life..."

"Master..."

Looking at the carriage, Guo Jia broke free from the servant, tremblingly raised his hands and arched his eyes, and his eyes turned red: "After this, it will be difficult for the lord and Jia to see each other again... I can't walk along with the lord."

"Fengxiao went back to rest for a long time!"

The curtain was suddenly lowered, and Cao Cao closed his eyes and suppressed his voice: "Go back." The coachman whipped his whip and drove towards Cao's mansion. He no longer looked at the figure bowing under the eaves behind him. After a long time, his gritted teeth gradually loosened, and he heard the coachman outside: "Prime Minister, you're at the mansion."

Cao Cao pursed his lips tightly and walked out of the car with a expressionless face. When he arrived at the backyard, Ding and Bian came out and ignored them. After waving them back, he walked straight into the study. Xu Chu carried a tiger-headed sword and blocked the door tightly, not allowing anyone to go in.

The room is quiet and the lights are swaying.

The old man sitting behind the desk, closed his eyes and was silent in the dim firelight. There were slight wet marks under his closed eyes. After a long time, he opened his eyes and his vision was blurred. This feeling has climbed up to his heart again since the death of the man named Xi Zhicai. However, as his current identity, nothing can be moved at will, at least not outside... Cao Cao took a deep breath and began to handle official duties. At least that kind of grief would be slightly better. The long desk was quietly placed with a piece of silk. The Secretary Ling Hua Xin presented it in the morning. Because he had been with Guo Jia, he did not check it. In the seven years since the beginning of the Western Expedition, he had never stopped surveillance of the court.

I thought that everyone, and even the emperor in the court, would put aside his guard against him during the Western Expedition, but the news coming today finally made Cao Cao feel heartbroken. I just looked at it for a while, but then there was no movement. I moved to the candle and lit it and threw it on the ground. When the flames eroded little by little, a noise suddenly sounded outside the room. Then the door knocked, and Xu Chu spoke in a muffled voice outside the door: "Master! Guo Jijiu... has passed away, just now."

"Uhhhhh--"

The flames as big as beans blew out, and the lamppost fell to the ground and rolled. The anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out. Cao Cao turned around and took Yitian on the frame, opened the door suddenly, and was startled Xu Chu who was protruding his head and was startled. Then, he hurriedly followed, and heard a low voice saying: "Look the troops and follow me to the palace."

"yes!"

In the late night, in the lights of the lights, a few dog barkings could occasionally be heard in the deep secluded areas. The streets with lanterns gradually had the sound of human footsteps. Then, horse hooves, human footsteps spread densely, and a soldier wearing armor and spears formed a long dragon and ran towards the imperial city.

For a moment, no one dared to stop him, and the movement caused by the movement also lit up the lights of Xun Mansion, which was located near the imperial city. Xun Yu quickly got up and put on his clothes simply. "Hurry and hurry up--" In an anxious voice, he called the coachman to drive the carriage to speed over there. The entire quiet huge city was also brewing.

At the same time, outside the city, fast horses from the northwest rushed into the west city gate with stars and moonlight, and the shouting sounds spread to the top of the city in the dark.
Chapter completed!