I received my adopted son in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 203 Suona and Chicken Soup

"There is the danger of tiger prisons inside and outside the river, and the solidity of Taihang in the north, together with Qin, Yan, Xiongjin, Jinwei, and the city of land and sea."

In the middle of the night, Old Dong looked at Sima Yi affectionately at Mengjin Ferry, and said: "For the court in Luoyang, as long as Hanoi County is guarded, the northern line will be safe."

Sima Yi opened his mouth, obviously wanting to interrupt.

Old Dong didn't let him succeed at all, and continued: "For you, it may be just a small step to go back to your hometown. But for this old man, regaining Hanoi is a big step for Sili!"

Sima Yi looked anxious, and opened his mouth again to express his point.

Unexpectedly, after Old Dong finished speaking in one breath, he would not stop, and rushed ahead of him and said: "My son doesn't need to say more, Dad understands... Well, you don't have to belittle yourself."

"In ancient times, Gan Luo was 12 years old, and the official worshiped Shangqing. From the perspective of your father, your intelligence is no less than his. After this time, your father will also worship you as an official. How about making you look good?"

"Is it a good burial?"

Finally got the chance to speak, Sima Yi was about to cry: "Father, I'm only 12 years old, I'm still a child... Can you really bear it?"

The more I said it, the more it hurt, and I remembered the first sentence of Old Dong, and couldn't help complaining: "What a small step, a big step. The point is not here at all, but that the child may go back to his hometown!"

"Yi'er..." Old Dong couldn't help becoming emotional, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he held his chest and said, "Why didn't this old man let go because his heart was dripping with blood and he couldn't let go?"

"Although this is cruel, it is also a necessary stage for you to grow independently..."

"Let's go boldly, the old man who should say hello has already said hello. Even if the flight is not good this time, the pain will be borne by Dad!"

These words were still decent, Sima Yi managed to calm down a bit.

Immediately after thinking about it, he wondered, "But Dad is in Hanoi, and there seems to be no one there... Who did you say hello to?"

"Don't worry, that person has great supernatural powers and boundless magic power, and he is merciful and merciful to save the suffering and the needy." Old Dong's eyes were a little dodgy, and he didn't dare to look at the other person.

"Who the hell!" Sima Yi pressed.

The guilty old Dong suddenly kicked the stern of the boat fiercely, and then replied: "Guanyin Bodhisattva!...My son, remember that sincerity leads to spirit, she will definitely bless you!"

That kick was so powerful that the boat moved five steps away immediately.Even though Sima Yi was aggrieved and crying on the boat, it was useless and powerless.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Ji couldn't help but feel a little unbearable: "Taiwei, is it a little too cruel?"

"What's so cruel?" Old Dong waved his hand and said, "The people I sent to follow him are all elite embroiderers."

"Besides, going deep into the enemy's rear this time, firstly, the Sima family is deeply rooted in Hanoi. Secondly, Wang Kuang has only a few remnants and defeated generals left, and it is too late to regroup the troops. How can he be taken into account?"

"Even if there is any eventuality, then..."

Zhang Ji looked at Old Dong seriously: Blow it, keep blowing it... something really happened, how do you explain it to his parents?
"There is nothing to explain." Under Zhang Ji's strange eyes, the old Dong said shamelessly: "Sima Jiangong has had... er, what the old man means is that Sima Jiangong does not only have one son."

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but hold his chin up and ponder: Sima Fangneng had eight sons in history. After fleeing from office in Luoyang, he didn't do anything in his hometown in Hanoi and could only make love to his wife. people.

Now that he has changed the course of history, he has been exhausted physically and mentally from the position of Luoyang Cheng, especially in the recent half-year reforms, he needs to cooperate with everything...

After 996 every day, how can Sima Fang still have the time and energy?

Not to mention the creation of Sima Bada in one go, it is estimated that even the relationship between husband and wife will be affected-if you don’t believe it, look at the divorce rate in later generations, who dares to say that it has nothing to do with overloaded labor?

"Hmm... It seems that after defeating the Yuan brothers, it is necessary to implement the eight-hour working system. At the same time, some nourishing medicinal materials should be sent to Sima Jiangong."

After speaking, Zhang Ji, who was left in a daze, turned around and was about to go back.But just two steps away, he turned his head and asked, "Is there a suona in the camp?"

"Suona?..."

"Well, it's the thousand-year-old pipa, the ten-thousand-year zither, an erhu for a lifetime, and the suona at the end of the play."

Zhang Ji shook his head, not knowing what it was.

Now it is only the second century AD, and it will take another 100 years for suona to be introduced to China along the Silk Road from Eastern Europe and West Asia.

"It's okay, after this battle is over, the old man ordered someone to make it." Old Dong was not upset, but he was a little worried, and muttered: "I don't know when it will be too late..."

"In case Yi'er really overturns the car, the old man has to show something."

Just like this, he shook his head and left depressedly all the way, muttering incessantly: "But then again, once the car is overturned and the cloth is covered, relatives and friends can wait for the food to be served."

"Firecrackers blared, suona blew, the front was carried and the rear was chased. As soon as the coffin was lifted and the soil was buried, relatives and friends cried out. Hmm... After crying, the old man will sit at the children's table."

"Only poor Yi'er, I don't know the meaning of the suona when I first heard it, but I'm already a person in the coffin when I hear it again."

"I hope he can keep his ears to the ground from now on, and only care about Huang Quandi. All the way to the palace of the king of hell, from now on, there will be no nostalgia in the world, alas, no nostalgia!..."

Zhang Ji stood in a daze on the bank of the sobbing river, listening to what Old Dong said.A gust of cold wind swished past, bringing up two fallen leaves.

Slightly bleak and ignorant.

"Brother You Qi asked someone to become an official to assist this person, did you really persuade him wrong?"

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"Ah, hahahaha...the chicken soup is here!"

At the same time, in the big tent of the Huns in Heyangjin.Xing Hua, who wore a white apron around his waist and sleeves on his arms, was entering Yufulo's military tent with a pot of chicken soup: "Dan Yu, who supports the plow, the dishes are all ready, why don't you eat them? "

Supporting the plow means "heaven" in the Huns language, and calling Yu Fuluo the supportive plowing chanyu is a very respectful title.

But Yu Fuluo was not overjoyed, instead he squinted at him: "Your chef's skill, if I'm not wrong, is the stir-fried dish that has become famous all over the world recently, right?"

Xing Hua immediately froze.

Before he could speak, Hu Chuquan, Yu Fuluo's younger brother, had drawn out his scimitar, and said with a sneer, "If you poison this dish, wouldn't we all die?"

Xing Hua trembled, his legs felt weak.

Fortunately, some time ago in Luoyang, I not only learned how to cook, but also participated in the strict training of the embroidery envoy... Uh, during the strict training, I learned how to cook in my spare time.

Anyway, he is not what he used to be.

"King Zuo Xian is really good at joking..." He laughed a few times, then waved his hands naturally and said, "Eat it while it's hot, don't bother me, the villain is gone."

"You can't go." Yu Fuluo's voice was steady.

The Xiongnu warriors outside the tent also rushed forward immediately, blocking Xing Hua's way out.

Xing Hua turned around helplessly, and said with a dry smile, "Chanli Da Shanyu will not believe the nonsense of Zuo Xianwang?"

"I believe it, I believe it very much."

The atmosphere suddenly became serious.Qubei looked at Xing Hua jokingly, and licked the back of the knife with his tongue, like a wolf about to pounce on its prey.

"Da Shanyu, why, why do you also like to joke..." Xing Huaqiang held on, still laughing.

But Yu Fuluo got up and scooped up a bowl of chicken soup with his own hands, and calmly handed it to him: "If you didn't poison, then drink this bowl of chicken soup."

Xing Hua immediately declined, shaking his head and waving his hands, saying: "Nowadays there is little food in the camp, this chicken soup is very precious, we should let Shan Yu and the wise kings drink it first. How can a villain drink this chicken soup."

Yu Fuluo laughed: "You have been so busy, so what's the point of drinking a bowl of chicken soup?"

Then he pursed his lips and said coldly: "If you don't drink, it means you are really poisoned."

"This, isn't that right?...Who is going to frame the villain today?" Xing Hua pretended to be relaxed, looked at Hu Chuquan and said, "King Zuoxian, you are the one who wants to frame the villain, right?"

"Okay, I'll drink..." As he said, he picked up the chicken soup with trembling hands: "It's a beautiful thing to drink soup."

When you're done, drink it up.

He also licked his lips unsatisfied, and made a sound of praise: "It's not salty or bland, the taste is really good."

Then he patted his chest again, and motioned: "Da Shanyu, look, is the villain alright?..."

Yu Fuluo, Huchuquan, and Qubei looked at each other, seeing that Xing Hua, who was still alive and well, looked a little dignified and puzzled.

"Drink it, everyone, drink it while it's hot."

Xing Hua laughed, looked at Yu Fuluo and said, "Da Shanyu, you have to take the lead. If you don't take the lead in drinking, how can they dare to drink?"

"Drink your aunt!"

Seeing that the plot was not right, the supporting role Hu Chuquan actually got emotional and stopped acting, and said a few times: "Don't put on a show here, I've heard that Dong Zhuo's embroidered clothes are haunted by ghosts and ghosts, killing people invisible."

"The Han people in the whole camp dare not come here to wait for me, but you not only came here, but you also know how to cook in Luoyang... Tell me, are you an embroiderer!"

(End of this chapter)