Fei lurked in the south of Anyi City, mounted the altar to worship the flag, and led everyone to make an oath.
Outside Fei Qian's camp outside the city, there was a flag next to the tricolor flagpole, with red letters on a white background and the words "Liberate Shangjun" written on it.
It is also known as the Guangfu Banner.
The news that Fei Qian and his men claimed to regain Shangjun spread like the wind.
But under the blowing of this gust of wind, some people were happy, some were angry, some were surprised, some sneered...
Wei Ji in the Wei Mansion was writing. He paused for a moment with his hand holding the wolf hair and said, "I understand." Then he continued to write.
After writing the last stroke, Wei Jian put the wolf hair on the pen mountain, took the paperweight aside, raised the paper and looked at it, frowned, as if he was not very satisfied with what he had just written, so he threw the paper away.
Arrived on the desk.
Wei Jian stood up, shook his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, walked out of the study, and stood in the corridor.
After the spring rain, the plants and trees in the courtyard seemed to seize this opportunity and stretch their waists desperately. A black line swam on the bluestone. When I got closer, I saw clearly that it was a group of small black ants.
, I am busy moving back and forth, I don’t know what it is...
Wei Jian stood in front of this black line, staring at the group of black ants in trance.
A few ants deviated from their original route and walked out tentatively with some hesitation, stopping for a while, then walking a little further...
Suddenly, a huge black shadow stopped above these ants, and then fell down...
Wei Jian gently ran over the stray ants with his wooden clogs, and then muttered in a very soft voice: "Ants still have to follow ant rules, you know?"
A gust of wind blew, and the piece of paper on the table was blown by the wind, floated up, and fell to the ground. There were four big characters on the spread out paper: "A gentleman is not a gentleman"...
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Within the Anyi administrative office, it is the residence of Wang Yi, the governor of the county.
Wang Yi didn't look sick at all. On the contrary, as if he had been resting for a while, his face turned rosy. He looked at the county magistrate Lu Chang and said, "Is this really true?"
Lu Chang nodded, indicating that it was absolutely true.
Wang Yi said "Oh", nodded, and then laughed "haha" twice, not knowing what it meant.
Lu Chang couldn't figure out what Wang Yi meant. Seeing that Wang Yi didn't speak for a long time, he couldn't hold it in. After all, this incident happened in the southwest suburb of Anyi, so he just turned a blind eye to it. This is really true.
Is it good?
Besides, Wang Yi has been "sick" for so many days. Although there are no major affairs in the county for the time being, he can't remain "sick" like this forever. He's given a time limit, but he still has to make a final statement, right?
?
Lu Chang asked tentatively: "Ming Gong, what should we do about this matter?"
Wang Yi didn't say anything, but picked up the tea bowl, took a small sip, and blinked, as if he was savoring the taste of the tea soup.
Lu Chang was a little helpless, but he could only wait quietly.
Wang Yi smiled and motioned to Lu Chang to drink tea.
In the Han Dynasty, tea was not brewed, but boiled, and the tea accompaniments were added according to personal preferences, so the taste of the tea soup was all kinds of strange, including some tangerine peel, cinnamon twig, and even mud.
It’s too surprising, sometimes even for the same person, what he drinks in the morning and what he drinks in the evening will be different.
However, there is something special here in Wang Yi. Lu Chang came here several times and the taste was always the same, that of ginger. Wang Yi only drank ginger tea.
Wang Yi put down the tea bowl, turned it gently with his hands, looked at the foam floating in the tea bowl, and said slowly: "Ten years ago, when I drank tea, I was addicted to sweetness and fragrance, and I often added more than ten things to the soup;
Five years ago, the only things that were often added were onions, ginger, green salt, and dogwood; now, only ginger is added and the rest are discarded."
Lu Changwen also looked at the tea bowl when he heard this, and seemed to understand a little bit what Wang Yi meant.
When I was young, I was very greedy, I wanted everything, I wanted to have everything, so I added everything, but not everything might be suitable for me. When I reach a certain age, I start to know what is suitable and what is not suitable, and I start to make choices.
In the end, I decided on the one that suits me best...
The tea soup is like this, and it may be the same now.
only……
"So, where is the Wei family?" Lu Chang asked, "Besides, there is still something in Shangjun..."
Wang Yi tapped the table lightly, seeming to stop Lu Chang from continuing to speak, and said: "The way to cook tea must be just right. If it is too late, it will be tasteless, and if it is too late, it will be too old."
Lu Chang responded, nodded, and said: "...that's fine..."
Wang Yi raised his head and looked south. His gaze seemed to go beyond the courtyard and the city wall, heading south. "No matter what, this is a good thing..."
Lu Chang also turned to look. Both of them had no intention of talking and sat quietly in the hall like wood sculptures.
A gust of wind came, blowing the clothes of the two people in the room, blowing their beards and hair, but it could not blow the two people's bodies like wood sculptures...
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On the outskirts of Anyi City.
A marching column stood quietly, getting ready to go.
Huang Cheng and Ma Yan stood at the front of the team, holding the reins of their horses, saying nothing and waiting quietly.
On the side of the road, Fei Qian was explaining something to Jia Qu and Huang Xu.
"...Okay, just send it here. You can go back." Fei Qian felt that he had almost finished what he had to say, so he turned around and prepared to move forward.
Jia Qu hesitated for a moment, then took two steps forward and called Fei Qian.
"Your Majesty, Zichu is older than me, so it would be better for the camp to be led by him." Jia Qu looked at Huang Xu, cupped his hands, and said to Fei Qian again.
Fei Qian turned around, looked at Jia Qu and Huang Xu, was silent for a while, and shook his head.
"Liang Dao, you are calm and thoughtful. I understand your concerns, but you really don't have to. I am relieved that the camp is in your hands. Liang Dao, you don't have to refuse. Zichu, if the two armies are fighting,
, Liang Dao is not as good as you when it comes to killing enemies on the battlefield, but you are not as good as Liang Dao when it comes to speculation and strategizing. You must cooperate well with Liang Dao. If your opinions are different from Liang Dao's, listen to Liang Dao.
.You know, this place is actually very small, but from now on our space will be very large." Fei Qian looked at Jia Qu and Huang Xu and said seriously.
Jia Qu and Huang Xu looked at each other and accepted seriously.
Fei Qian nodded, bid farewell to Jia Qu and Huang Xu again, turned around, took the reins of the horse, and got on the horse.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew up the yellow sand on the road, causing the flag streamers to dance wildly in the air. The treetops of the green forest beside the road swayed due to the wind, and the sound of blowing leaves could be heard continuously.
Like an invisible hand playing a war song.
Everyone looked up, and a thought suddenly came to their minds.
"The wind is blowing..."
Crazy...crazy...I can't call Dianniang on my mobile phone...Is this a plan to commit suicide...or has the current Dianniang been upgraded and even changed the password for her underwear?
