Juyushan.

Zhu Jun stood on the hillside with his hands behind his back, looking south, motionless.

Sun Jian stood beside him, lowering his head, not daring to look at Zhu Jun. The New Year is approaching, but he rushed here to report the bad news to Zhu Jun, and it was really cruel to let the white-haired man send the black-haired man away.

The cold wind blows the bald branches of the mountain, the dead grass, and whimper.

Zhu Jun sighed, lowered his head, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. "The rebellion in Jiaozhou was put down and the killings were severe, and there were inevitably innocent people inside. Now that the rebellion has resurrected and the death of the dog son is also retribution."

Sun Jian was silent for a moment. "Mr. Zhu, I don't agree. I don't believe in any retribution. If there is retribution, how can there be so many injustices in this world? The rebellion of Jiaozhou is nothing more than those who see the uneasiness of the Central Plains and want to take advantage of the situation to follow Zhao Tuo's story. Although I am a common man, I cannot sit idly by and watch the chaos in Jiaozhou. I should ask for an edict to go south to quell the rebellion."

Zhu Jun looked at Sun Jian. "Have you discussed it with Bo Fu?"

Sun Jian nodded. Zhu Jun smiled bitterly: "What do you hope I can help you? I have been away from Jiaozhou for more than ten years. Although the dog son has been in Jiaozhou for many years, he has no talent for governing the country, and his understanding of Jiaozhou is probably very limited..."

Sun Jian shook his head and sighed. "Mr. Zhu, I came here just to report the message, not to ask for something from Mr. Zhu. Of course, if you can give me some advice, I will be grateful. To be honest, Mr. Zhu said that even if there is no such thing, I am going to go south. Bo Fu said that Kuaiji County is too large and there are too few areas that can be controlled. I want to cut out a part of it and establish another county..."

Zhu Jun was silent. He knew that Sun Jian was taking care of his face. Sun Ce wanted to explore overseas, and he knew how important Jiaozhou was. Zhu Fu had always been conceited and had never bowed to Sun Ce. Maybe he really had the intention of separating Jiaozhou and imitating Zhao Tuo. But he knew that Zhu Fu and Sun Ce were too far apart and lived in Lingnan for many years. He didn't know the situation in the Central Plains at all. He was just a frog in the well. Sun Ce gave him face and never gave up contact with Zhu Fu. Now that Zhu Fu was dead, he just fulfilled Sun Ce's wish. It was too coincidental that Zhu Fu was killed at this time, and it was hard not to remind people of something. Just doubt is suspicion after all. After all, he could not say anything without finding enough evidence.

Sun Jian talked about Sun Ce's plan to divide Kuaiji. Seeing that Zhu Jun was not interested, he closed his mouth. The two were speechless, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Zhu Jun asked about some situations. When he learned that Youzhou was in chaos, Gongsun Zan and Liu He died together, he couldn't help but sigh. Youzhou was out of control, and the court had one less bargaining chip in his hand. Sun Ce, who had been restricted by war horses, would definitely not miss this opportunity.

"Can the money and food be supported by using troops in Youzhou and Jiaozhou at the same time?"

Sun Jian smiled bitterly. "This matter is indeed a headache. Who is ahead and who needs to be considered further. However, I heard Bo Fu's meaning. No matter what, what I want to solve in front of me is neither Jiaozhou nor Youzhou, but Qingxu."

"He is more stable in doing things." Zhu Jun was a little embarrassed. He just suspected that Sun Ce might have done something behind his back, but now he knew that the situation in front of him was definitely not what Sun Ce hoped. It would take at least one or two years to restore Qingxu. Youzhou is more urgent than Jiaozhou. Sun Ce would not be unfavorable to Zhu Fu at this time. Sun Ce's style of doing things step by step would never be so reckless.

That is Cao Cao, the governor of Yizhou?

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, heavy snow. Xiangyang Academy.

Cai Yong sat in front of the window, looking at the heavy rain of goose feathers floating outside the window through the spotless glass, and sighed quietly. He lived in Xiangyang for several years, and it had rained in previous years, but it was only a thin layer, and there was rarely such heavy snow. However, since winter began today, this is the second heavy snow. Xiangyang is like this, and Chenliu, my hometown, was afraid it was even colder. I heard people say that Sun Ce once asserted that the weather would get colder. He thought Sun Ce was silent at the time, but now he seems to believe it.

When you think about it carefully, there are indeed a lot of frosts in the past hundred years. Studying history is to study the times of heaven and man, and to understand the changes of ancient and modern times. He, a master of historians, has been studying history for more than ten years and is writing the "Five Elements Records", but he did not expect this. Instead, Sun Ce, a martial artist who did not read, took the lead in proposing such concepts, which was really shameless.

Is it okay to have this disaster and the emperor, it is just a natural phenomenon, a cycle like the four seasons? When I think about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed a possibility. In the past, Yuzhou still had a phenomenon in Yao and Shun, but now it can't be seen. In the near future, there were still large bamboo forests in Bingzhou decades ago, and now there are very few.

Is there really a genius in this world who was born to know? He told me what I had never seen through in my life?

Thinking of this, Cai Yong couldn't help but sigh again.

"Uncle, what's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?" Zhou Yu pushed the door and walked in, took off his cloak, and handed it to the boy who came to meet him. Cai Yong looked back and was very surprised. "Gongjin, why are you back?"

"Escort a distinguished guest to see you and accompany you to celebrate the New Year."

"Disciple?" Cai Yong was very surprised.

"Brother Bo Ji, have you forgotten me?" A man walked in from outside, looked at Cai Yong with a smile, bowed his hand, and felt the warmth in the room. He looked around and praised: "No wonder you are happy to go home, this is really a place for a god."

Cai Yong looked at it carefully and saw that it was Zhao Wen. He laughed loudly. He quickly got up and met him, and grabbed Zhao Wen's hand. "Zirou, why are you here? It's good, it's good, please sit down. If you like it, stay in Xiangyang and don't leave. I advised you not to leave last time, but you just don't listen."

Cai Yong pulled Zhao Wen into the seat while greeting someone to tea. Even Zhou Yu forgot to greet him. He was so excited that even Cai Yan in the backyard heard it. He rushed to the front to see what happened. Seeing Zhao Wen was sitting there, he was surprised and hurriedly signaled Cai Yong not to be too happy. Zhao Wen arrived in Xiangyang at this time, and would never have been as simple as visiting his friends.

Cai Yong would also feel relieved and looked at Zhao Wen carefully. "Zirou, do you have official duties?"

Zhao Wen nodded. "It can be said to be good news, at least for Brother Bo Ji."

"To me?"

"Your Majesty agreed to borrow the secretary you have always wanted."

"Is that true?" Cai Yong stared at Zhao Wen for a moment. Seeing that Zhao Wen had a smile on his face, he smiled very reluctantly, and asked, "Zirou, what's going on? Is there any other hidden information?"

Zhao Wen put away his smile and nodded silently. "Brother Bo Yi, there are no outsiders here, so I'll just say it. The secretary is the eldest princess' dowry. Your Majesty wants to marry Sun Ce and marry Sun Ce as his concubine."

Cai Yong's face changed at that time. He stood up, looked at Zhao Wen, and then Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu was also surprised. "Marriage? Be a concubine?"

Zhao Wen was a little embarrassed. "Gongjin, I'm really sorry. Some things are inconvenient to say at that time. They can only be said when they see Brother Bo Ji. This matter is of great importance, and I dare not neglect the slightest."

Zhou Yu looked at Zhao Wen silently and said nothing, but he looked a little unhappy. He accompanied Zhao Wen for hundreds of miles, but Zhao Wen didn't even say a word, obviously he didn't trust him. When he thought about it carefully, Zhao Wen deliberately turned into his camp and might have the intention of spying on military information. He was really careless this time.

When Cai Yong saw this, he was even more anxious. He patted the handrails and urged him repeatedly. "Zirou, what is important? How could the dignified eldest princess marry into a concubine? This... what is going on? Zirou, please tell me quickly."

Cai Yan quietly pulled Cai Yong's sleeve and said slowly: "Aweng, it's snowing outside and the weather is very cold. It's not too late to let Mr. Zhao drink a few sips of tea and warm your body."

Cai Yong suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly. Although he stopped urging, his eyes were staring at Zhao Wen. Zhao Wen held the teacup and sipped slowly. Seeing the tea fog in front of him, his cold face gradually regained consciousness, but two lines of hot tears unknowingly poured out, dripping into the teacup drop by drop. At first, there was still some control, but later his emotions gradually lost control, so he simply put down the teacup and cried at his desk.

Cai Yong and the other two looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became heavier. Zhao Wen was not a sentimental scholar. He was a heroic man. Now that he was so sad, it was naturally related to this mission. Although Zhao Wen had not explained it in detail, it can be seen by just marrying the eldest princess as a concubine and using the secretary as a dowry that the court would never have ended up like this.

The lord was worried about the humiliation of his ministers, and the lord was killed by the humiliation of his ministers. As an old minister, how could Zhao Wen not be sad when he saw the court so indignant and begging for the sake of his integrity? Even Cai Yong was a little sad. He seemed happy to write books in Xiangyang for years, but in fact he was also deceiving himself, but he knew that he was powerless to turn things around and entertained himself with books. Back then, he was exiled to Shuofang because of his letters and strong advice. Although he is old this year, his passion is gradually cold, but his heart is still there. When he hears the news from the court, he always feels a little strange.

Even though he knew that the fire of the Han Dynasty was about to be extinguished, he could only hide here and write an elegy for the Han Dynasty, but when he heard such news, he could not suppress the grief in his heart.

The four hundred years of Han Dynasty have disappeared in the long river of history, can it only survive in the bamboo slips?

Cai Yong became more and more sad as he thought about it, and his eyes turned red and cried with Zhao Wen.

Seeing this, Zhou Yu and Cai Yan gave a look indifferently, stood up quietly, and ordered people to prepare some hot water and let Cai Yong and Zhao Wen wash their faces later. They walked to the corridor and looked at the heavy snow from the sky, standing side by side. Cai Yan stretched out his hand, took two snowflakes, watched the snowflakes gradually melt into a drop of water in the palm of their palms, and sighed softly.

"Heavy snow indicates a good harvest, but some people are afraid that they will not see next year. I don't know how many people will freeze to death."

Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the heavy snow that was already deep under the steps, and suddenly said, "Zhao Ji, do you know the story of Yuan Shaogong (Yuan An)?"

Cai Yan thought for a moment. "You mean he lives in Luoyang and almost freezes to death due to heavy snow?"

Zhou Yu nodded. "This is what Bo Fu said about Little Binghe."

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