The back of Wang Yun in the hall was a bit twilight, his eyes fell on his official uniform, and there was a little wine stain on the sleeve. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
He sighed, took out a brocade cloth from his pocket, and carefully wiped off the wine stains on the official uniform.
He straightened his clothes and straightened the Han robe on his body. Only then did he put down his hands and stood upright in the empty hall.
"Father." Behind him, a woman came in lightly from the door, it was Diao Chan who was at the banquet.
"What's the matter?" Wang Yun looked at Diao Chan, and felt that he was ridiculous. He could only put the burden of a country on a woman. What's the use of ministers like them
He is ashamed of his sagging body, he can't drive a horse and slash his sword, and lead soldiers to hunt down thieves, he is in vain as a Han minister.
"Marquis Wen left in a hurry and left this cloak, father, do you want me to take it?" Diao Chan lowered her head and asked in a low voice.
Naturally, Wang Yun could understand what she meant, Lu Bu had no interest in leaving early, took off his cloak and asked Diao Chan to send it to him, so that the two of them could have a chance to meet again.
Diaochan knew of Wang Yun's strategy, and she had already made her own decision.
But for a woman, such a strategy is tantamount to asking her to spend her own life, regardless of success or failure.
Well, try again.
Wang Yun slowly raised his hanging hand and waved it: "Go."
Diao Chan grabbed the cloak in her hand, bowed her head in a daze and retreated. Which woman of this age doesn't want to stay in the boudoir, waiting for her wishful man to come.
She also thought that the wishful person in her heart should be the young scholar.
When I met him, he was wearing white clothes, carrying a bookcase, and walking hurriedly in the rain with a bamboo hat.
The two will bump into each other, look at each other, and take shelter under the pavilion together, enjoying the rain and chatting.
The two will meet each other, the zither will sing in harmony, compose poems and praises, and she will dance for him. At that time, she should be the most beautiful in her life.
And now she has no choice, and she can no longer wait for that wishful person.
"Daughter, go down." Diao Chan's eyes were reddish, she turned and left.
Wang Yun watched her leave, raised his head, his shoulders sank, and his straight body was not so straight anymore.
"Tap." Lu Bu leaned Fang Tianji against the pillar under the eaves, and sat down in front of the courtyard.
He smelled of alcohol, although he didn't know why Wang Situ invited him, but he probably wanted to ask him to do something, but for some reason, he didn't seem to want to talk to him easily.
"Humph."
With a soft snort, Lu Bu shook his head. That's why he didn't like those official affairs, hiding his head and showing his tail.
After sitting there for a while, he took out a cloth figure from his arms.
"Tat Tat Tat." There was a sound of footsteps coming.
Lu Bu put the Bu people aside, raised his head lightly and looked in the direction of the footsteps.
It was a servant who came up. There were not many servants in his house, and when he was alone, the servants would not come up easily, and would only come to report when there was something to do.
"What's the matter?" Lu Bu looked at the attendant who stepped forward and asked.
"General, there is a woman outside begging to see her. She said her name is Diao Chan, and she is here to deliver the cloak that the general left behind."
The waiter bowed and said.
Diaochan, Lu Bu thought about the name for a while, eyes closed, the one in Wang Situ's mansion
Thinking about looking at his shoulders, he had indeed dropped the cloak, and asked the waiter to take it off when he entered the table, and forgot to take it when he came out out of interest.
"Then tell her to keep the cloak and go."
Lu Bu didn't intend to meet Diao Chan. During the banquet, Wang Yun obviously wanted the girl to get close to him, and it was probably done on purpose at this time.
"General." The servant raised his eyes to see Lu Bu's expression, and said carefully.
"General, that woman said she wanted to see the general."
Lu Bu frowned, but finally let go, waved his hand, and said impatiently, "Let her in."
Diao Chan followed the waiter into the courtyard, and saw the general in armor standing there looking at her. He also wore armor at home, and wondered if all generals were like this.
The waiter walked away quickly after bringing Diao Chan to him, obviously not daring to stay longer.
"General." Diao Chan bowed his head and saluted, with a soft voice: "The general left in a hurry at the family banquet, so he dropped his cloak, so he wanted to send it to the general."
After hearing her finished speaking, Lu Bu nodded, stepped forward, took the cloak from Diao Chan's hand, and glanced at her.
"When the cloak is delivered, you can leave."
"General." Diao Chan had something else to say.
Lu Bu didn't intend to listen any more, he raised his hand and said.
"If Wang Situ has anything to say, he can tell me himself, there is no need for you to talk about it."
Standing in front of Lu Bu, Diao Chan was at a loss for a moment, pursed her mouth, and spoke for a while.
"yes."
After speaking, his face turned pale and he took half a step back, ready to leave.
When she walked to the porch, she saw an object placed on the yard.
It was a cloth man, not well-made, and very worn out, with crooked stitches and blood stains on his face.
She didn't understand why there was such a thing in Lu Bu's courtyard.
"General, this doll is worn out."
Just talking about this doll, she felt the people behind her looking at her.
Lu Bu, who was still plain just now, had a chill in his eyes.
A force pressed against her body, making her breathless, her face flushed red. At the same time, my hands and feet felt cold, my legs felt weak, and I couldn't even stand upright.
"If I tell you to leave, you will leave. What does this doll have to do with you?"
"I see." Diao Chan was almost speechless.
The pressure slowly dissipated, Diao Chan walked into the corridor, this time she didn't say anything unnecessary, and left quickly.
It took a long way to go before I dared to look back.
At a glance, I happened to see Lu Bu holding the worn-out cloth doll in the courtyard in a daze, the look in his eyes did not have the slightest bit of chill just now, but was somewhat gentle.
It is rare to see such a look on the face of a general on the battlefield.
But it made Diao Chan stunned for a moment, she should have really said something wrong just now.
Diao Chan returned to the mansion and passed on the whole story to Wang Yun.
The lights in most places in the house have been extinguished, Wang Yun walked in the room, lit an oil lamp, and there was a book post on his desk.
It is difficult to start this strategy with Lu Bu. Since Lu Bu cannot be turned back, let him be forced to act.
Wang Yun's was placed on the table, as if some decision had been made. He might as well go retrograde and start with another person.
In doing so, he picked up the post on the table with his mottled old hand and stroked it. Now he can only give it a try.
Lu Bu, this old man really wants to see if Dong Zhuo wants to kill you, will you accept his orders obediently or turn against you.