The wind on the loess land seems to be so dry, which makes people feel a little bored.
The wind was blowing the cloth covering the tent, blowing the trees and grass, blowing the clothes of the old man in black robe, blowing the white hair exposed next to his hood.
The old man in black robe lowered his head and looked at his hands.
The palms are wide, the fingers are long, the joints are prominent, and there are calluses of various sizes.
This was the hand that once held a writing brush. It was originally a hand that was supposed to be delicate, fair, and with the joints hidden. However, due to the needs of the family, it later became like this. Although it cannot be said to be ugly, it definitely cannot be called a beautiful hand.
Regret?
perhaps.
Do you regret it?
No.
Because this hand has held the strongest and purest wine bowls, pulled the most fragrant and tender cattle and sheep, pinched the most beautiful and tender women, and held the hardest and sharpest swords.
But these seemingly glorious things seem to have lost their meaning in the face of time.
The old man in black robe suddenly remembered an eagle he had endured when he was a child. He was taught by the barbarians at that time. He remembered that when he was still young, he endured the same young eagle. Each eagle was shaking and biting.
My teeth are sore...
Did you win in the end?
I can’t remember, it seems I won...
But now I suddenly feel that I am the eagle, and that hateful time has been suffering from me, turning me from a naive child to a heroic young man, and then to the person I am now.
Such an old face.
He once thought he would be a famous general, but he didn't expect that he had already grown old before he became a famous general.
The old man in black robe took a deep breath, straightened his waist, raised his head high, walked proudly along the road between the tents, and strode to the big tent in the center...
The two barbarian guards standing at the door stretched out their hands to intercept them, but the old man in black robe glared at him and shouted angrily: "Get away!" The bodyguard of the old man in black robe stepped forward and tried to pull the two guards away.
, the barbarian guards naturally refused. They stood in front of the big tent door and refused to give in. The two sides could not break free.
Suddenly a few nonsense words came from inside the tent, and the guards outside the tent stepped aside a little...
The old man in black robe lifted the curtain of the big tent and saw that Yu Fuluo and Hu Chuquan were both inside the tent. He couldn't help but snorted coldly. He didn't mean to say hello to Fu Luo and went straight to sit on the mat beside him.
Down.
Yu Fuluo glanced at Huchuquan.
Huchuquan understood, laughed, called for the guard and served a plate of mutton to the old man in black robe, then poured a bowl of kumiss and said: "Ah, what makes our distinguished guest so angry?"
The black-robed old man's eyes were like goshawks in the sky, staring sharply and fiercely at Yu Fuluo and Hu Chuquan, causing Hu Chuquan's hand to pour the wine to pause slightly, and a few drops of hops splashed out of the bowl.
"Why let it go?"
The old man in black robe said word by word.
Yu Fuluo blinked, shook his neck, turned to Huchuquan, and said with a smile: "What kind of seeds? King Youxian, what kind of seeds did you take from your distinguished guest?"
"No? What kind of seeds? What do they look like?" Hu Chuquan cooperated and pretended to be stupid.
The old man in black robe snorted, his sound like rocks on the top of the mountain knocking against each other, and said: "I never smile."
"Very good, put the plow on top," Yu Fuluo said, as briskly as the mist blowing by the mountains. "We, the sons of China, never like people who joke."
The old man in black robe stared closely at Yu Fuluo, and his tone was as cold as the ice remaining in the cracks of the rocks on the top of the mountain: "In the Baibo Valley, how can you escape without your control?"
Yu Fuluo paused while cutting the mutton, then continued to cut it, stuffing a piece of mutton into his mouth. Apparently it tasted good, so he motioned to the old man in black robe to eat it and see.
The old man in black robe stared at Yu Fuluo and refused to eat.
Yu Fuluo didn't take it seriously, put mutton in his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and invited again, making it clear that if you don't eat, I won't talk.
The old man in black robe was in a stalemate for a long time, and finally touched the knife on the table, grabbed the mutton chop, cut a piece, and put it into his mouth.
In the past, the lamb chops were roasted from tender lambs, but this time the lamb chops were from old lambs, and the heat was a bit too high. The meat was dry and hard. Although the lamb was full of flavor when you bite it, the texture of the meat was like Each piece of wood is like a piece of wood and is drilled into the gap between the teeth.
The old man in black robe did not stop, nor did he pause because the meat was getting clogged in his teeth. He chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it. Then he stuffed the whole grilled lamb chop into his mouth piece by piece. …
"Clang".
The old man in black robe threw the mutton bones and the knife into the plate, and then stared silently, waiting for Yu Fuluo's answer.
"The distinguished guest has a good appetite," Yu Fuluo said with a smile, "but we, the sons of China, have never had a big appetite. Besides... we have done everything the distinguished guest asked for..."
"You are deliberately indulgent, and hundreds of horses can escape calmly!"
"Ah, this is what the distinguished guest is talking about..." Yu Fuluo chuckled and said, "Dear guest, you see, we won this battle, right? This man also helped the distinguished guest drive away, right? He can escape easily. Is it that important to escape?"
"You didn't follow the agreement!" The old man in black robe pointed at Yu Fuluo and yelled angrily.
"Hehe, promise, haha, promise!"
Yu Fuluo gently placed the knife on the table, gently as if soothing the beauty's skin, "When the Emperor of the Han Dynasty ordered us to go out with seven thousand people, we agreed that we would help suppress the rebellion, provide food and grass, The Han people provide it, and then what?”
"Two thousand of our people died in the battle, and then no one provided us with food and grass..."
"Last spring, someone said it was agreed that we would put down Bai Bo's rebellion, and then they would help us convey our wish to return home to the Emperor of Han. What next?"
"Eight hundred of our people died in the battle, and then the so-called communication has no further meaning..."
"This spring, someone said that it was agreed that we would pretend to be Bai Bo, and then they would help us return to the royal court. What next?"
"Five hundred of our people died in the battle, and then... where are we now?"
"I would like to ask your distinguished guest, which agreement are you talking about?"
Yu Fuluo did not yell, but the calm tone of his voice made people feel the anger contained in it, like the rolling magma under the earth's crust.
The old man in black robe was silent. After a long time, he changed his tone and said: "Chanyu, it's not that we didn't abide by the agreement, but that the court suddenly sent a new county guard, and many things couldn't be done at the moment..."
"But it's different now. The imperial court has court affairs now, and it can't control Shangjun and Hedong for the time being. As long as the governor here dies, then this entire area will belong to Shan Yu as before. and our pastures…”
"When the time comes, will the Chanyu still be worried that we won't abide by the rules? Does the Chanyu still need to worry about such a large area of land, without the strength and food to support the Chanyu in going north to the royal court?"
"Don't you believe that I waited?"
Yu Fuluo said with a smile: "Of course I believe it, otherwise the descendants of Chi Na wouldn't be here, right? Let me see if you want another piece, please?"
The old man in black robe politely thanked him and then left.
Hu Chuquan spent a long time in silence before saying in nonsense: "I still don't believe him..."
"Oh? Why?" Yu Fuluo also asked in nonsense.
"...Because when he eats mutton chops, he is like Xubu Guduhou. It is obviously very old meat and very chewy meat, but he still pretends to be young and has a pair of good teeth, so he can take big mouthfuls. Eat..."
The evils of obesity in the Three Kingdoms:
Not Dong Zhuo...
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That night, when the wind and rain had not subsided, Cao Song was sitting when he suddenly heard loud shouts from all around.
Cao De took a look with his sword and was stabbed to death.
Cao Song hurriedly lured a concubine into the abbot's house and wanted to escape over the wall...
I’m fat and can’t go out...
Killed by the rebels...
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Then Cao Cao massacred Xuzhou...
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In fact, this was not a murder caused by an obese woman...
The key is, if you are fat, you are fat, you can’t block the road...
