Letter Jianjing, which carried the secret expectations of Emperor Chu, was quickly delivered to the army of Lu Bu, who was about to leave Hanzhong, within eight days.

Lu Bu was still slack at the moment, full of thoughts about the Liu mouse who was accidentally kicked to death by him.

Even if he is a clay figurine, he can be annoyed by Xiang Hanzi—from the day when the free Bashu army started to return, it was only a ten-day army, but to Hanzhong, it was called very fast.

But the Han Emperor's urging of the letter to the letter Jane came very diligently, and he had to come back every three days.

Even if he had wings on his back, he didn't fly back so quickly!

At first, Lu Bu took the letter and carefully discussed it with the cheap brother, thinking about how to reply properly.

Up to now, he didn't kick the messenger back with a stinky face, even if he looked at Emperor Chu a little bit.

——Tush, urge, urge his mother’s urge!

Lu Bu nodded at the messenger with a blank expression, Quan Deng bowed and took the letter.

Perhaps even the Emperor Chu had a reputation for daring to use his old fists for the second time and give martial admonitions too loudly, so that he was so contemptuous and rude, the messenger didn't feel anything wrong.

After entering the room, Lu Bu casually weighed the weight this time, which seemed to be stronger than before.

He inexplicably rested his thoughts that he was going to leave in Han Xin's hands, and turned a corner, bypassing the cheap old brother who was thinking about something, and sneakily came to his desk and sat down.

That fool, why did you write so much this time!

After undoing the rope that sealed the bamboo slip, Lu Bu spread it out absentmindedly, while yawning, he said unconsciously, "Simeiren, spit and stand—"

The sound of the desk being knocked over suddenly was not too loud. Even Han Xin, who was lost in thought and didn't know his age, was awakened.

Seeing the virtuous brother, who has been downcast like a clay puppet for the past few days and who is unwilling to move at all, is sitting at the desk that has been overturned for some reason, his white face is flushed red, and his heroic eyebrows are now a ghost. When you look like...

Han Xin was full of doubts, but he didn't have time to think about it. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Brother"

"do not come!"

Lu Bu was shocked, and shouted loudly without even thinking about it!

He turned his head back in a panicked and "chaotic" attitude, and picked up the Emperor Chu's personal letter that had been knocked to the ground along with the desk, and without thinking about it, he put it into his arms: "It's all right, Bu Fang accidentally slipped... Brother Han, hurry up and go."

After hurriedly dropping these words, Lu Bu smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and in an instant he did not know where to flee.

Han Xin, who had an inexplicable look on his face, looked at his back figure that appeared and disappeared suddenly, as if the words 'I want to cover it up' were written on it, and frowned suspiciously.

Lu Bu tensed his face, and under the bow of the soldiers all the way to salute, he rushed back to his bedroom, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

As soon as he calmed down, he couldn't help but cursed that bastard Handi in his heart again!

Damn, this kind of fast horse biography that was supposed to be used only in the emergency military newspaper, actually asked that shameless big fool to use it as a mess, copying these verses that are called... people... so uncomfortable Send it!

When he thought that he had just been reciting it unconsciously, and almost read the verse in front of the cheap brother, Lu Bu still felt lingering fears.

As if he was carrying a hot potato, as soon as he slammed the door shut, he hurriedly took out the booklet with incredible content from his arms, and threw it hard on the couch, staring at it as if facing an enemy.

I don't know how long it took, the "hair" that exploded on his body gradually smoothed out, and he couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he slowly walked over and opened it again.

... Although that fool is a reckless man with swords and spears, his handwriting is not bad.

Lu Bu said with a stern face and continued silently.

After all, although he has not been less often sent by beauties, let alone the warm fragrance of nephrite jade, but such a lingering and sad love poem... But it is really the first time that he has come out of his mother's womb.

He was almost restless, raised his head from time to time to be vigilant around him, and after reciting the song "Thinking Beauty" awkwardly, his heart beat like a drum, and his face was even hotter.

He originally thought that with the fool's head, he would at most make a copy of Qu Zi's poems.

Unexpectedly, although the first half is the same, the second half is changed beyond recognition...

Lu Bu resealed the booklet uncomfortably, and after hiding it in the depths of the bag, he suddenly thought of something, and his face sank.

There was also a nameless evil fire that suddenly burned from the heart.

Also, blame him for underestimating that fool.

How can a foolish brain who can read "Yu Xi Yu Xi Nai Ruo He" in the Jedi without a few sets of rhetoric?

——That fool had an elm head, but he opened his orifices all the way up this crooked door!

Han Xin had no idea of ​​his virtuous brother's turbulent state of mind. He waited in the room for a while, but after seeing his virtuous brother coming back, he finally couldn't hold back his worries, so he found him in person.

However, this search does not matter, actually see that the virtuous brother, who has been lethargic and lacks interest in everything in recent days, has completely recovered his former energy...even murderous appearance.

Where exactly did the letter slip just now come from?

Rao is Han Xin who is not very curious in ordinary days, and he can't help but ignite a little bit of inquiry at this moment.

Just seeing the vigilant look on Xiandi's face, clearly showing the stance of guarding against this secret, Han Xin could only forcefully press down his thoughts and bring up his affairs instead.

However, since the wise brother has recovered his spirit, there is no need to stay in Hanzhong City any more.

So early the next morning, the Chu army returning from the west expedition left Hanzhong and marched towards Xianyang again.

Ever since he learned from the messengers that the love general has arrived in Hanzhong, and it will be at least six more days before he can return to Xianyang, the number of times Xiang Yu runs away while listening to the affairs of the court has unknowingly increased.

Because of his stern appearance, and when his expression was just like that, he was full of majesty and majesty. Therefore, when Emperor Chu was wandering in the sky, no one in the hall noticed.

There is also Yafu Fan Zeng.

Fan Zeng, who had the second-highest merit in the army, became the prime minister's most dutiful candidate because Lü Bu pushed him out of the prime minister's post, and only wanted to take the position as a marquis.

Only he knew that he was old, and he was very happy to decentralize his powers except for important matters.

The reason why he does not covet power and focuses on cultivating young talents is that after he leaves, in addition to Feng Xian, who is indifferent to fame and fortune, there are also worthy officials to assist the still young and vigorous king.

Fan Zeng looked at the majestic young emperor worriedly, and sighed in his heart. At least he had to endure it until the dynasty was dispersed before catching up with Xiang Yu and expressing his private advice.

Although Xiang Yu cared about his beloved general who had not returned for a long time, he had always respected Yafu, who had worked hard and made great achievements.

Seeing Fan Zeng's serious expression, it seemed that he had something important to discuss, so he turned his face away, stepped back, and personally led people into the inner hall.

Fan Zeng Xie'en took his seat and sighed, "In the days before the battle, did Your Majesty personally kill a speaker with the surname Lou?"

Although this matter has not yet been reported to the court, Xiang Yu has not deliberately ordered to suppress it, and Lou Jing disappeared out of thin air, how could it not be able to stir up a little splash?

The old general of Qi who released Lou Jing into the palace that day was restless for a few days.

Xiang Yu said indifferently: "Of course."

Fan Zeng could not help frowning.

Seeing the expression on Yafu's face that he was about to speak, Xiang Yu explained a few more words: "This man's heart is not right, so he offered a strategy to hide his "treachery"."

After hearing the specific reasons, Fan Zeng's expression softened slightly, but he still felt regretful in his heart. He shook his head and said, "The speaker of the surname Lou is not known by name, and His Majesty is willing to summon him in an exceptional manner.

Even if Lou Jing spoke nonsense and "random" with ulterior motives, it was more than enough not to listen to it at light, or to be expelled at worst.

The king killed himself, but it was called a gaffe.

Even if he heard it, the speaker's heart is indeed punishable, and it can be seen by outsiders, but it is the emperor's stubborn self-use, and if it does not go his way, he will be killed by the emperor.

Once this matter is publicized, how can there be any other speaker willing to give other opinions to His Majesty?

Fan Zeng spoke bitterly, and it could be seen that Xiang Yu remained silent, so he knew that his remarks were completely unheard by the other party.

Both anxious and helpless, he exited the back of the hall, looked at the bright lights, and missed Feng Xianlai who seemed to be straight, but resourceful, and who could always easily persuade the king.

If Bong is here, why is this!

Fan Zeng was deeply embarrassed.

Even if it was too late to stop him, in the face of His Majesty acting like this, with Feng Xian's loyalty and courage, he would definitely beat him up—cough, Wu remonstrance.

How did Lu Bu know that, in this vast capital of Chu, apart from the naive emperor who liked to ponder some love poems that made him sweat white when he had nothing to do, even the old man Fan did not miss himself.

When he arrived in Xianyang, the capital of Chu, which he had not seen for a long time, he was stunned to see that the city was crowded with men, women and children who spontaneously came to greet the Chu army who had won a great victory and recaptured the two counties of Bashu and Sichuan, and cheered enthusiastically along the way!

It was completely different from the mood that Xiapi had wandered about for a long time and finally chose to leave.

Witnessing this scene, Lu Bu only remembered the farce when he returned from Lingbi to Pengcheng to save the siege, and the Pengcheng elders who surrounded him with sincerity and enthusiasm... Although he was a little overwhelmed, he didn't hate it.

Even if he was originally riding a jade lion majestic and majestic, and he was at the front of the queue with Brother Han and Li Zuo, he was thrown into a 'wolverine' by an unknown wild flower and wild fruit, and he miraculously didn't realize it. angry.

Jade Lion was far more in line with a general who had just won a big victory, he held his head high and strode forward.

It is snow-white in its entirety, mottled with scarlet pink that is usually stained with enemy blood, but at this moment, it is sprinkled with red and yellow petal shavings, which makes it look high-spirited.

Just walking and walking, before being slammed into the stream of people, 'squeezed' into the west city gate, and the surrounding area that was just noisy suddenly fell into silence.

The jade lion shook his ears uneasily, and used his hoof to plan it on the spot... but he refused to move.

What's going on?

Lu Bu looked around in confusion.

Before he could capture anything, there was a very familiar hurried horse hoof sound in his ears, heavy and powerful, and quickly approached him.

——There is a scorching sun in the sky, and there is an overlord treading on the snow.

Except for the early court, Emperor Chu, who was still not good at court clothes and good battle robes, was dressed in a bright silver uniform and rode his love horse on snow, like a gust of wind.

The emperor came in person, and no one dared to stand on the road.

Even Han Xin and other high-ranking generals of the Chu army hurriedly turned over and dismounted, bowed respectfully and saluted.

Only Lu Bu's tiger eyes narrowed slightly, his waist was always straight, and he looked at Emperor Chu calmly and proudly.

Xiang Yu also didn't feel anything wrong, and stared at the sweetheart he hadn't seen for a long time.

Looking at this, the corners of Emperor Chu's tightly pursed lips slowly melted like the beginning of the snow, and a faint smile appeared on his face that had always been cold as frost.