The letter carrying the secret hope of the Emperor of Chu was sent by horse at full speed to Lu Bu's army which was about to leave Hanzhong within eight days.
Lu Bu was still listless at the moment, his mind full of Liu Haozi, whom he accidentally kicked to death.
But even if he was a clay man, he would be annoyed by Xiang Hanzi. From the day when the army set out from Bashu to return, it took only ten days at most to reach Hanzhong, which was considered very fast.
But the foolish emperor's letters urging him to return came too frequently, every two or three days.
Even if he had wings on his back, he couldn't fly back so quickly!
At first, Lu Bu took the letter and discussed it carefully with his cheap brother, thinking about how to respond appropriately.
Until now, he had already shown some respect to the Emperor of Chu by not kicking the messenger back with a sour face.
—Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry him up!
Lu Bu nodded expressionlessly to the messenger as a courtesy, then took the letter.
Perhaps it was because his reputation as someone who dared to beat the Emperor of Chu twice and give him military advice was too loud, so the messenger did not find it wrong at all when he was so disrespectful and rude.
After entering the room, Lu Bu weighed the object casually and felt that it seemed to be heavier than before. Somehow, he felt something was wrong.
Inexplicably, he gave up the idea of handing it over to Han Xin, and somehow turned a corner, bypassing his cheap brother who was concentrating on thinking about something, and sneakily came to his own desk and sat down.
That fool, why did he write so much this time!
After untying the rope that sealed the bamboo slips, Lu Bu absentmindedly spread them out, yawning and unconsciously reciting: "Thinking of the beauty, I shed tears and shudder—"
The noise of the desk being knocked over was so loud that even Han Xin, who was lost in thought and had no idea how old he was, was suddenly awakened.
Seeing my brother, who had been as dejected as a clay puppet these days and was unwilling to move at all, sitting beside a table that had been overturned for some reason, his fair face flushed red, and his heroic eyes and eyebrows now looked as if he had seen a ghost...
Han Xin was full of doubts, but he had no time to think about it. He hurried forward and said, "Brother—"
"Don't come over here!"
Lu Bu was horrified and shouted loudly without thinking!
For the first time, he picked up the letter from the Emperor of Chu that had been knocked to the ground along with the desk in a flustered manner, and put it in his arms without thinking: "It's okay, Bu's hand just slipped accidentally... Brother Han, hurry up and get going."
After hurriedly saying this, Lu Bu ran away, and in the blink of an eye, no one knew where he was.
Han Xin was left with a puzzled look on his face, staring at his back that appeared quietly and disappeared suddenly, as if the words "the more you try to cover up, the more obvious it becomes" were written on it, and he frowned suspiciously.
Lu Bu kept his face tense and rushed back to his bedroom as the soldiers bowed and saluted him. Only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
As soon as he came to his senses, he couldn't help but curse that bastard and stupid emperor in his heart again!
Damn it! This express mail, which was supposed to be used only for urgent military reports, was used by that shameless fool to do random things, and he copied and sent over these poems that made people... made people... so uncomfortable!
When he thought about how he had just recited the poem unconsciously and almost said it in front of his cheap brother, Lu Bu still felt a lingering fear.
He felt as if he was holding a hot potato. As soon as he slammed the door, he quickly took out the letter with the most incredible content from his arms, threw it hard onto the couch, and stared at it as if he was facing a great enemy.
After an unknown amount of time, his blown-up fur gradually smoothed out, and he could no longer suppress his curiosity. He slowly walked over and opened it again.
…Although that fool is a rough man who wields swords and guns, his handwriting is quite good.
Lu Bu kept a straight face and continued to recite silently.
After all, although he had received many glances from beautiful women and had been embraced by beautiful women, this kind of lingering love poem... was the first time he had ever been born.
He was almost unable to sit still, and kept looking up alertly. After he finished reciting the poem "Thinking of Beauty" with an awkward feeling, his heart was beating like a drum and his face was burning.
He originally thought that with his simple brain, he could at most copy a copy of Qu Yuan's poems.
Unexpectedly, although the first half is almost the same, the second half is completely changed...
Lu Bu sealed the letter again uncomfortably and hid it deep in his bag. Suddenly he thought of something and his face darkened.
Moreover, an unknown evil fire suddenly burned in my heart.
Yeah, it was his fault for underestimating that fool.
How could a fool with a brain that could utter "Yu Xi, Yu Xi, what can I do for you" in a desperate situation not have a few sweet words and tricks
—That fool has a stupid head, but he has gone astray in all these crooked ways!
Han Xin had no idea of his brother's turbulent mood. He waited in the room for a while, but when his brother didn't come back, he could no longer suppress his worry and came to find him in person.
However, this search was not a big deal, as I found that my brother, who had been listless and lacking interest in recent days, had somehow completely regained his former spirit... and even looked murderous.
Who on earth sent that letter just now
Even though Han Xin was not a very curious person, he couldn't help but feel a little curious at this moment.
But seeing that his brother had a wary look on his face, and it was obvious that he was determined to keep this secret, Han Xin had no choice but to suppress his thoughts and talk about other things instead.
However, now that my dear brother has recovered his spirit, there is no need for us to stay in Hanzhong City any longer.
So early the next morning, the Chu army returning from the Western Expedition left Hanzhong and headed towards Xianyang again.
Ever since he learned from the messenger that his beloved general had arrived in Hanzhong and would be back in Xianyang in six days at most, Xiang Yu's distraction while attending to state affairs had unknowingly increased.
Because he had a stern look and a solemn expression, he looked extremely majestic. Therefore, when the Emperor of Chu openly wandered in his trance, no one in the palace noticed.
Another person who could be described as being distracted was his father-in-law Fan Zeng.
Because Lu Bu turned down the post of prime minister and only wanted to take the title of marquis, Fan Zeng, who had the second highest merit in the army, became the most natural candidate for the prime minister.
But he knew that he was old, and was happy to delegate power except for confidential matters.
The reason why he was not greedy for power and focused on cultivating young talents was that after his death, in addition to Fengxian who was indifferent to fame and fortune, there would be wise and capable ministers to assist the still young and vigorous king.
Fan Zeng looked at the majestic young emperor with deep concern and sighed in his heart. He endured until the court was dismissed before catching up with Xiang Yu to express his intention to give him private advice.
Although Xiang Yu was worried about his beloved general who had not returned for a long time, he always respected his father-in-law who had made great contributions and worked hard.
Seeing that Fan Zeng looked serious, obviously he had something important to discuss, he solemnly adjusted his face, dismissed his attendants, and personally led everyone into the inner hall.
Fan Zeng thanked him and sat down, sighing, "Your Majesty personally executed a man named Lou who was saying this a while ago?"
Although the matter had not yet been reported out of the palace, Xiang Yu had not deliberately ordered to suppress it. And the fact that Lou Jingda was killed out of thin air, how could it not cause some splash
The former Qi general who let Lou Jing into the palace that day was restless for several days. After learning about Lou Jing's fate, he became even more frightened, fearing that he would get into trouble.
Xiang Yu said indifferently: "Yes."
Fan Zeng couldn't help but frown.
Seeing that his father-in-law seemed to be hesitant to speak, Xiang Yu explained a few more words for the first time: "This man has evil intentions and is offering advice with evil intentions."
After hearing the details, Fan Zeng's expression eased a little, but he still felt regretful. He shook his head and said, "The man surnamed Lou is not well-known. Your Majesty is willing to make an exception and summon him. This is a good thing to accept advice without restriction..."
Even if Lou Jing was talking nonsense and had ill intentions, at best he would not be listened to, at worst he would be rebuked and expelled.
The king killed him with his own hands, but it could be considered a loss of composure.
Even though it seemed to him that the person who said this was indeed worthy of death, to outsiders, it seemed that the emperor was stubborn and self-willed, and if anyone did not do what he wanted, he would kill them.
Once this matter is made public, who will be willing to give Your Majesty other suggestions in the future
Fan Zeng spoke so earnestly, but Xiang Yu remained silent, which showed that Xiang Yu did not hear his words at all.
He was anxious and helpless. After leaving the hall, he looked at the bright lights and missed Fengxian more than ever. He seemed straightforward but resourceful and could always easily persuade the king.
If Fengxian were still alive, it wouldn’t have come to this!
Fan Zeng was deeply regretful.
Even if it is too late to stop it, facing Your Majesty's behavior, with Fengxian's loyalty and courage, he will definitely beat you up - cough, give you a military remonstration.
How could Lu Bu know that in this huge Chu capital, besides the foolish emperor who had nothing to do and loved to ponder love poems that made him sweat, even the old man Fan often talked about him.
When he arrived at the long-lost Chu capital Xianyang, exhausted, he was surprised to see that the outside of the city was crowded with men, women, old and young who had come spontaneously to welcome the Chu army that had won a great victory and recovered the two counties of Bashu, and who were cheering enthusiastically along the way!
It was completely different from the mood when I lingered for a long time in front of Xia Pi, where everything and people had changed, and finally chose to leave.
When Lu Bu saw this scene, he could only think of the farce when he returned to Pengcheng from Lingbi to relieve the siege, and the Pengcheng elders who surrounded him with the same sincerity and enthusiasm... Although he was a little overwhelmed, he did not hate it.
Even though he was originally riding the jade lion in great splendor, and was at the front of the procession with his cheap brother Han and Li Zuoche, he was thrown all over by unknown wild flowers and fruits, but miraculously he did not feel angry.
The jade lion behaved much more like a general who had just won a great victory than he did, with its head held high and chest puffed out, striding forward with big strides.
It was snow-white all over, and usually was stained with shocking red and pink by the blood of the enemies, but now it was sprinkled with red and yellow petal crumbs, making it look very proud.
As I was walking, before I could squeeze through the bustling crowd and enter the west city gate, the noisy surroundings suddenly fell into silence.
The jade lion shook its ears nervously, and dug its hooves on the spot... but refused to move.
What's going on
Lu Bu looked around in confusion.
Before he could catch any sight, he heard a very familiar sound of hurried horse hooves, heavy and powerful, approaching him rapidly.
—The sun is scorching in the sky, and the overlord is walking on the snow below.
Except for the morning court, the Emperor of Chu, who still did not like court clothes but preferred battle robes, was dressed in silver military uniform and rode his favorite horse, Wuzhui, on the snow. He arrived in an instant like a gust of wind.
Since the emperor had arrived in person, no one dared to stand on the road.
Even the high-ranking generals of the Chu army, including Han Xin, hurriedly dismounted from their horses and bowed respectfully.
Only Lu Bu narrowed his tiger eyes slightly, his back remained straight, and he looked at the Emperor of Chu calmly and proudly.
Xiang Yu did not feel that there was anything wrong and continued to stare intently at his beloved whom he had not seen for a long time.
As he looked at her, the corners of Emperor Chu's tightly pursed lips slowly melted away like the first snow in spring, and a faint smile bloomed on his face, which had always been as cold as frost and snow.
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