Chapter eight hundred and sixty seventh king's thoughts
After Lu Su learned that Sun Quan had escaped, he felt a little anxious. According to his calculations, the Sun brothers must die in this battle, and there should be no other possibilities.
But the current situation is that one of the two white mice that were captured for experiments actually ran away after being injected...
The ones that ran away were the ones that mutated after the injection.
The scientist responsible for the injection was very anxious and the consequences would be serious.
Just when Lu Su was in the city urging the soldiers to bury the corpses, Pan Zhang hurried back.
"Lu Canjun! Lu Canjun! Sun Quan has been caught! Caught!"
Lu Su's spirit was suddenly shaken. He hurriedly walked towards Pan Zhang and said, "Did you catch him?"
Pan Zhang gave Lu Su a military salute and said: "If you go back to join the army, it was not us, but Lord Han who caught him... After Lord Han caught Sun Quan, he made a decisive decision and executed him on the spot!"
The big stone in Lu Su's heart suddenly fell to the ground.
He let out a long breath and asked Pan Zhang: "Master Han is really smart. In this way, he will not cause any trouble to the lord."
After saying that, Lu Su looked at Pan Zhang and said with a smile: "Where is Master Han now? How is his injury?"
Pan Zhang's expression was weird and he hesitated to speak.
Lu Su's heart suddenly lifted.
"What's wrong?"
Pan Zhang bowed to Lu Su and said, "I'm going to tell Lu to join the army, Lord Hanfu... has gone."
Lu Su felt as if he had been struck by lightning, staying where he was and unable to move.
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Xuzhou, Pengcheng.
The potter's saltpeter ice-making method finally succeeded, and he used some molds and wooden sticks to finally make popsicles.
Add some sugar to it for seasoning. Although the taste is not particularly good, it is enough to relieve the heat.
Tao Shang, Liu Xi, Tao Ji...the three of them squatted on the threshold together and licked popsicles.
The two children had a great time eating, and they ate all the popsicles in their hands after a while.
Then the two little boys turned their heads and stared at the one in the potter's hand.
The potter held one in his mouth and hid the other behind his back.
The expressions of the two children suddenly became unhappy.
Liu Xi bit her finger and pointed at the popsicle the potter had hidden behind her: "Uncle, I want to eat it."
The potter shook his head: "No, we agreed to give each person one."
Tao Ji pouted and said, "But why do you have two by yourself?"
The potter said naturally: "Because I made this thing, I naturally want to eat more."
Liu Xi whispered: "But we are still children."
Little bastard, who did you learn this from?
Tao Ji bit her finger: "Dad, why don't you make some more for us to eat."
The potter shook his head vigorously: "Children have one bottle per child. This is an iron rule and is absolutely not allowed to be changed."
Having said that, the potter had finished eating one, took out the other in his hand, and was about to bite it.
Suddenly, a beautiful hand stretched out from the pottery man's head and took away the popsicle in his hand.
The potter stood up in a hurry and saw Diao Chan putting the popsicle in her mouth with a smile on her face.
"Okay, you three are hiding here and eating alone, and you don't even call me?" Diao Chan gently licked the popsicle, and then couldn't help being stunned.
What a delicious treat!
The two children looked at Diao Chan, as if they were about to cry.
Diao Chan turned to look at the pottery merchant in surprise: "He, what's going on with them?"
The potter nuzzled at the popsicle in Diao Chan's hand and said, "This is the last popsicle today. Madam, what you eat is their last hope today... The popsicle was snatched away by his mother. It was like childhood."
It’s a nightmare.”
Diao Chan frowned, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.
Why "take it away"?
She looked at the potter and said, "Did you, husband, make this?"
"yes."
"Then why don't you do more, husband?"
"..."
"If husband had done more, these things wouldn't have happened. So, the person who really bullied the children is you, husband."
The potter raised his head and sighed: "It seems that you are not the children's nightmare... you are mine."
At that moment, the pottery merchant ordered people to bring in the materials and make it again.
The two boys suddenly burst into laughter.
Just after the new popsicles were prepared and distributed to Diao Chan, the two boys, and the other female relatives in the inner house, Pei Qian hurried in.
The pottery merchant looked at him in surprise: "I see you are so flustered. Is something wrong?"
Pei Qian handed a battle report to the pottery merchant.
"Prime Minister, there is a letter from Jinling City. Lu Su has defeated the Sun family army. Sun Ce, Sun Quan, Lu Meng and others are all at a loss."
Tao Shang sighed and said: "It's pitiful that Sun Ce is proud and proud. He even dreamed of surpassing me, but now he defeated Jinling City... Alas, it's all caused by his obsession with being strong and competitive. How pitiful."
But after he finished sighing, he saw a smile on the pottery merchant's face and said: "Sun's death has eliminated a big problem in my heart, which is a good thing."
But Pei Qian didn't smile.
He whispered to Tao Shang: "Prime Minister, Mr. Hanfu... has gone."
"Crack!"
The copper basin filled with water in the potter's hand suddenly fell to the ground.
His expression was a little stiff and he looked a little nervous, which was completely different from the playful and carefree person he usually was.
"Are you kidding me?" After a while, the pottery merchant said this.
Pei Qian handed another letter to the pottery merchant.
"Prime Minister, this is what Lu Shenjun sent back. Inside are Han Fujun's last words..."
The pottery merchant stood there for a long time and took the letter from Pei Qian.
He walked aside nervously, sat under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, and opened the letter.
The words Han Hao said before his death were presented to the potter one by one.
"Ten eleven years... guard this inheritance for the Prime Minister... take good care of your health..."
"Pap..."
A tear fell from the potter's eye and fell on the copy of the letter.
The pottery merchant raised his hand and wiped the red eye circles: "This man... He said these things before he left... It's really what the Han manager could say back then... Oh, why can't you insist on it any more?
, Peace in this world is actually not far away.”
"Pap..."
Another tear fell on the copy.
The potter did not cry loudly, but he also did not deliberately control his sad emotions.
Han Hao was one of the first people to follow him in Hanoi. Over the years, he worked conscientiously to build Jinling City for himself and guard the rear.
Now that he is dead, the pottery merchant is thousands of miles away, but he cannot go to see him off.
Do you still want to be stingy with these few tears?
A pottery merchant would not be like Cao Cao or Liu Bei, who, upon hearing the news that one of their subordinates was killed in battle, would cry loudly to infect other subordinates.
His pride does not allow him to do such a thing.
But he is also a man of temperament.
He just found a corner and silently expressed his grief with tears to express his longing and memory for his old comrades.
Just as the potter's tears fell drop by drop on the letter in his hand, a refreshing coolness suddenly came from his lips.
The two little guys came to him at some point and put the popsicles in their hands between the potter's lips.