The Duke of Shu Han began guarding Jingzhou in place of Guan Yu.

Chapter 333 Yu Zhujian's Bizarre Adventure
Liaodong and Liaoxi are roughly divided by the Liao River.

But west of the Liao River lies a desolate area stretching for hundreds of miles.

It wasn't until we reached the right bank of the Yu River that we found proper cities and fortresses.

In addition, the navigation technology of that era was indeed not very good.

Therefore, the land of Liaodong has been far removed from the conflicts of the Central Plains for many years, like a secluded paradise.

At the end of the Han Dynasty, the Gongsun family of Liaodong used this as their base and safely weathered most of the chaotic period.

At this time, after decades of de facto separatism, the Liaodong Gongsun clan regime had passed to its third leader, Gongsun Gong.

However, Gongsun Gong's position as leader is somewhat risky.

Because he was not the adopted son of the second leader, Gongsun Kang, but his younger brother.

Gongsun Kang never designated his younger brother Gongsun Gong as his successor during his lifetime.

However, when Gongsun Kang died, his two sons were still young, so his subordinates recommended Gongsun Gong as the governor of Liaodong.

Fortunately, Cao Wei recognized this governor.

There's no need to deny it.

Gongsun Gong was thus able to maintain his position as leader until now.

However, Gongsun Gong's hidden dangers did not end there.

She lost her fertility due to an illness contracted at a young age.

He has no children to this day.

For the leader of a separatist regime, having no heir is the biggest hidden danger.

Especially as my nephew grows older and his ambitions increase.

The situation in Liaodong inevitably became precarious once again.

All of the above are Yu Zhujian's thoughts while he was tied to the horse.

He didn't actually care who the master of Liaodong was.

He simply wanted to use his life experiences to find a way to survive.

But let's be honest.

As a Xianbei chieftain who had lost his tribe and his army, Gongsun might not have considered him more important than a dog by the roadside.

After much thought, it's nothing more than exaggerating the Wei people's ambition to seize Liaodong—a tired old argument.

Besides that, Sima Yi was truly a brilliant military strategist; at least in Youzhou, no one could rival him.

But these warnings don't seem to be enough to raise his standing with the Gongsun family.

This is actually true.

On the day he arrived in Xiangcheng, the capital of Liaodong Commandery, he was brought before Gongsun Gong.

The effeminate-looking governor of Liaodong simply confirmed his origins and then, without further ado, ordered his men to take him back to Liaoxi and hand him over to Cao Wei officials for disposal.

To prevent him from escaping on the way, they even broke one of his heels.

Yu Zhujian felt utterly hopeless.

He allowed a young general to tie himself back to the horse and blindfold him.

The journey continued for three or four days.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of waves.

Yu Zhujian secretly calculated the distance and estimated that he had already returned to the banks of the Yu River.

There were no other thoughts in my mind.

However, as the horses continued onward, the sound of the waves grew louder and louder.

Yu Zhujian quickly realized that something was wrong.

This is definitely not the sound a river should make!

chapped.

Suddenly, light returned to my eyes.

Under the dazzling sunlight, a vast expanse of azure blue gradually came into view.

Yu Zhujian's breath hitched for a moment.

A somewhat unfamiliar term suddenly popped into my mind.

sea.

Yu Zhujian didn't know why he subconsciously added the character "沧" (cang) before "海" (hai).

I remember this unique, elegant, and awe-inspiring name from some time ago, when I heard a Han or Wei official singing it.

He vaguely remembered that the song contained common imagery such as grass and trees, autumn wind, and the Milky Way.

But what impressed me most was the vast ocean, which I had never seen before and could only vaguely imagine.

And now, the sea that I could only imagine suddenly appeared before my eyes.

Shock, amazement, emotion... a series of emotions washed over me.

Ultimately, it all comes back to the original, most primal emotion.

Fear. Yu Zhujian trembled as he turned back to the young general and said:

"What...do you mean?"

"Jump from here."

The young general pointed to the sea, his meaning succinct and to the point.

pat.

Yu Zhujian's knees buckled, and his expression instantly contorted:

"If you hand me over to the Wei people, I probably won't survive... So why bother?"

However, the other party didn't waste any words with him.

He grabbed the braid behind his head and quickly pulled him to the edge of the cliff.

Yu Zhujian instantly lost control of his bladder and could only ask with his last bit of strength:
"What is your name? At least let me know who killed you!"

The young man paused, then grinned slightly and said:
"Once you're down there, just say you're selling horses for me, Gongsun Yuan. Maybe the spirits of the mountains and seas can protect you and ensure your safe journey to the other side."

At this moment, Yu Zhujian had lost both strength and courage, and did not pay attention to the details in the other party's words at all.

He simply kept repeating the name Gongsun Yuan in his mind.

However, due to being too nervous, he couldn't immediately recall which member of the Gongsun clan this was.

Before he could think any further, Gongsun Yuan had already kicked him off the cliff.

What followed was a long yet brief period of dizziness.

Time seemed to freeze temporarily amidst the alternating roars of the wind and waves.

Until a muffled "thump" sound, a cold sensation quickly covered my entire body.

The instinct for survival once again took hold of him.

Then it struggled desperately again.

But the mighty horseman who can lasso a horse on the grassland is nothing more than a pathetic drowning dog in the ocean.

The swimming skills honed from inland rivers are utterly useless in the turbulent ocean waves.

Not to mention that one of his legs was also unable to exert any strength.

The more you struggle, the further you get from the shore.

Finally, just as Yu Zhujian was about to lose all his strength, a rope loop suddenly flew over his head.

Yu Zhujian instinctively grabbed it and then instinctively put the rope loop around his body.

Exhausted and unable to maintain stable control of his body in the water, he couldn't get the harness on properly.

In the end, he could only use his last bit of strength to wrap the rope around his hand.

However, this was enough for the person on the other end of the rope to drag him back to shore.

It was half a day later when I came to my senses.

As dusk fell, the aroma of grilled fish wafted into the air.

Yu Zhujian looked at the stranger in front of him with a strange accent, and for a moment he couldn’t tell whether the other person was a Han Chinese or a Wei Chinese.

He just wanted that if the other party could give him a bite to eat, he would be willing to work like a slave for them from now on.

I don't know if things will turn around after all.

Those people really gave him food and drink—Yu Zhujian now knew that seawater didn't taste good.

In short, after regaining some strength, Yu Zhujian was finally able to slowly communicate with this group of people.

The other party claimed to be from the Wu Kingdom in Jiangzuo.

He came to pay a visit to the governor of Liaodong on the orders of the King of Wu, seeking to form an alliance for mutual protection.

The other party then asked him which Xianbei tribe he belonged to and whether he knew how to get to Xiangcheng in Liaodong.

At this moment, Yu Zhujian really wanted to tell the other party about his glorious past in order to get their financial support so that he could make a comeback.

But why would the people of Wu in Jiangzuo, thousands of miles away, provide financial assistance to a down-on-his-luck Xianbei?
Does he want his horses, cattle, and sheep?
The problem is, he doesn't have any right now... Wait a minute!

Yu Zhujian suddenly remembered what the young man named Gongsun Yuan had said before he fell off the cliff.

Then, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he blurted out:

"I am a Hu merchant who sells horses for Gongsun Yuan of Liaodong."

Upon hearing this, the Wu people stared at each other in disbelief.

After a long while, one of them, Zhang Mi, who was probably the highest-ranking official there, tentatively asked:

"But is it Gongsun Yuan, the son of Gongsun Du, courtesy name Shengji, the former governor of Liaodong?"

Yu Zhujian was suddenly taken aback.

At this moment, the knowledge and wisdom belonging to the chieftain of the grassland tribe returned to him once again.

He deliberately hesitated for a moment.

Yu Zhujian spoke again, his voice no longer trembling:

"Have you all come from afar to form an alliance with Prefect Gongsun, or to form an alliance with the Gongsun clan of Liaodong?"

(End of this chapter)