Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 428 The Covenant
The wind on the loess land seems to be so dry, which makes people feel a little bored.

The wind stirred the cloth covering the tent, the trees and grass, the clothes of the old man in black robe, and the white hair exposed beside his hood.

The old man in black robe lowered his head and looked at his hands.

The palm is wide, the fingers are slender, the joints are prominent, and there are large and small calluses.

This is the hand that used to hold a writing brush. It was supposed to be delicate, fair, with hidden joints. Because of the needs of the family, it turned into such a hand, although it is not ugly, but it is definitely not beautiful.

Sorry?
perhaps.

Do you regret it?
No.

Because this hand has held the strongest and purest wine bowl, pulled the most fragrant and tender cattle and sheep, pinched the most beautiful and tender woman, and held the hardest and sharpest sword.

But these seemingly glorious things seem to lose their meaning in the face of time.

The black-robed old man suddenly thought of an eagle he had survived when he was a child. He was taught by the barbarians at that time. He remembered that when he was still young, he was suffering from the same young eagle. Each eagle was crumbling and biting. Teeth struggling...

Did you win in the end?
I can't remember, it seems like I won...

But now I suddenly feel that I am the eagle, and that hateful time has been tormenting me, turning me from a naive child to a heroic youth, and then to the present Such an old face.

He used to think that he would be a famous general, but he didn't expect that he had already turned gray before becoming a famous general.

The black-robed old man took a deep breath, straightened his waist, raised his head high, walked boldly along the road between the tents, and strode to the front of the big central tent...

The two barbarian guards standing at the door stretched out their hands to intercept them, but the old man in black glared at him and shouted angrily, "Get out!" Naturally, the barbarian guards refused, and stood desperately in front of the big tent, refusing to give way, and the two sides couldn't get over it.

Suddenly there were a few nonsense voices in the tent, and the guards outside the tent stepped aside...

The old man in black robe lifted the curtain of the big tent, saw that Yu Fuluo and Huchuquan were both inside the big tent, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, it didn't mean that Fuluo greeted him, he went straight to sit on the mat beside him. Down.

Yu Fuluo glanced at Hu Chuquan.

Hu Chuquan understood, smiled, greeted the guards and served a plate of mutton to the black-robed old man, then poured a bowl of kumiss, and said, "Ah, what made our distinguished guest so angry?"

The eyes of the black-robed old man were like goshawks above the sky, staring at Yu Fuluo and Huchuquan sharply and viciously, causing Huchuquan's hand to pour the wine to pause slightly, and a few drops of hops splashed out of the bowl.

"Why don't you let it go?"

The old man in black robe said every word.

Yu Fuluo blinked, shook his neck, turned to Huchuquan, and said with a smile, "What kind of seed? King Youxian, what kind of seed did you take from your honored guest?"

"No? What kind of seed? What does it look like?" Hu Chuquan acted foolishly.

The black-robed old man let out a muffled snort, his voice was like rocks hitting each other on the top of a mountain, and said, "I never laugh."

"Very well, the plow is on top," Yu Fuluo said, as brisk as the mountains and haze were blowing, "We sons of China have never liked joking people."

The black-robed old man stared at Yu Fuluo closely, and his tone was as cold as ice remaining in the crevices on the top of the mountain: "In the Baibo Valley, if you don't let him go, how can you escape?"

Yu Fuluo paused for cutting the mutton, then continued to cut, stuffed a piece of mutton into his mouth, obviously it tasted good, and motioned for the old man in black to eat it.

The black-robed old man stared at Yu Fuluo and refused to eat.

Yu Fuluo didn't take it seriously, with mutton in his mouth, puffing his cheeks, he invited again, making it clear that if you don't eat, I won't talk.

The black-robed old man stalemate for a long time, finally touched the knife on the table, grabbed the lamb chops, cut a piece, and put it in his mouth.

In the past, the lamb chops were roasted from tender lamb, but this time the lamb chops were old lamb, and the heat was a bit overcooked. The meat was dry and hard. Although the lamb was full of fragrance, the texture of the meat was like Like strands of wood, they drilled between the teeth.

The old man in black robe didn't stop, nor did he pause because the meat was too old, he chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it, and then he knifed and stuffed it into his mouth until he ate the whole grilled lamb chop clean ...

"Dang Lang".

The old man in black robe threw the sheep bone and the knife into the plate, then stared silently, waiting for Yu Fuluo's answer.

"Your guest has a good appetite," Yu Fuluo said with a smile, "but our son of China has never had a big appetite, and besides... what the guest asked, we have done it..."

"You guys deliberately indulged, Baiqi fled calmly!"

"Ah, this is what the honored guest is talking about..." Yu Fuluo said with a chuckle, "Look, honored guest, we have won this battle, right? This person also helped the honored guest drive away, right? He just escaped." Is it that important that you escaped?"

"You didn't follow the agreement!" The black-robed old man pointed at Fuluo and shouted angrily.

"Hey, promise, hehe, promise!"

Yu Fuluo gently placed the knife on the table, it was as gentle as soothing the skin of a beautiful woman, "At the beginning of the Emperor Han Dynasty's edict, I will take seven thousand people to the expedition, and it is agreed that we will help put down the rebellion, food and grass The Han provided it, and then what?”

"Our [-] people died in battle, and no one provided food and grass..."

"Last spring, someone said that we made an agreement, let us suppress Baibo's rebellion, and then help us convey our wish to return home to Emperor Han, and then what?"

"Eight hundred of our people died in battle, and then the so-called transmission has no further..."

"This spring, someone said that we made an agreement, let us pretend to be Baibo, and then help us return to the royal court, and then what?"

"Five hundred of our people died in battle, and where are we now...?"

"I would like to ask my honored guest, which agreement are you talking about?"

Yu Fuluo didn't yell, but the calm tone made people feel the anger like magma rolling under the earth's crust.

The black-robed old man was silent, and after a long time, he changed his tone and said, "Shan Yu, it's not that we didn't abide by the agreement, but that the imperial court suddenly sent a new county guard, and many things couldn't be done for a while..."

"But it's different now. The imperial court has affairs of the imperial court. For the time being, it can't control Shangjun and Hedong. As long as the sheriff here dies, the entire area will belong to Shan Yu as before. and our pastures..."

"When the time comes, is Shanyu still worried that we won't obey the rules? Does Shanyu still need to worry about such a large piece of land, without the strength and food to support Shanyu to go north to the royal court?"

"Don't you believe that I have been waiting?"

Yu Fuluo said with a smile: "Of course I believe it, otherwise China's descendants wouldn't be here, right? Honorable guest, do you want another piece?"

The old man in black thanked him politely, and then took his leave.

After a long time in silence, Hu Chuquan said in nonsense: "I still don't believe him..."

"Oh? Why?" Yu Fuluo also asked in nonsense.

"...Because when he eats lamb chops, he is like Xubuguduhou. It is obviously very old meat, but he still pretends to be young and has a pair of good teeth. He can take big mouthfuls. eat up..."

　The evils of obesity in the Three Kingdoms:

　　Not Dong Zhuo...

　　……

　　……

　　It was a night when the wind and rain did not stop, and Cao Song was sitting, when he suddenly heard loud shouts from all around.

　　Cao De raised his sword and looked at it, but he was stabbed to death.

　　After Cao Song hastily lured a concubine into the abbot, he wanted to go over the wall...

　　The concubine is fat and can't go out...

　　Killed by the rebels...

　　……

　　……

　　Only then did Cao Cao massacre Xuzhou...

　　……

　　In fact, this is not a murder caused by an obese woman...

　　The point is, if you are fat, you will be fat, and you can't block the road...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)