In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

Zhao Yu's position as chief secretary was merely nominal.

Revise a few memorials as a token gesture; just enough to get the gist of it.

After leaving the public housing,

Zhao Yu tightened his cloak.

He plunged headlong into the wind and snow.

He did not return to the Zhao residence.

That place is now inhabited by 104 women from Jiangdong.

They walked through the back garden of the Prime Minister's residence with practiced ease.

We headed straight for Cao Jie's Qingqiu Courtyard.

That was his only "charging station" in this chaotic world.

"It's so cold, Jie'er should have made some mutton soup by now..."

Zhao Yu had already planned this out.

Paying time to slack off – if not now, when?

After entering, drink three large bowls of hot soup first.

Then lie on the soft couch and let Jie'er massage your head, enjoying a long-awaited moment of peace and quiet just the two of you.

Just thinking about it makes me feel comfortable.

When they arrived at the gate, there was no one in the courtyard.

That's true, in the dead of winter, where would anyone come from?

He walked quickly to the front of the main house.

The faint sounds of women talking could still be heard inside the house.

"Hehe, Jie'er, I'm here..."

Zhao Yu wore his signature wicked smile.

He pushed the door open.

It collapsed.

Of course,

next second.

His smile froze.

It was indeed very warm inside.

The charcoal stove was burning brightly.

Cao Jie was indeed there.

She was wearing a light pink cotton dress and was sitting at the table fiddling with the tea set.

but,

On the soft couch opposite Cao Jie, another person was sitting cross-legged.

Sun Shangxiang.

Today I wore a slightly softer purple long coat.

He was frowning, staring intently at the embroidery hoop in his hands.

She was clutching an embroidery needle, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He was still muttering to himself:

"One needle on the left... one needle on the right... Damn it, how did I miss again!"

Zhao Yu stood at the door.

Isn't it said that the fierce women of Jiangdong love to wield knives and sticks?

How come you have the leisure to learn embroidery?

"You... what are you doing here?"

Hearing the noise, the two women looked up at the same time.

"Zhao Yu!"

Cao Jie put down his tea set and came forward, brushing the snowflakes off Zhao Yu as he spoke.

"Come in quickly, it must be freezing outside."

Sun Shangxiang looked up as if she had seen a savior.

He shoved the bandage in his hand in front of Zhao Yu:

"Zhao Yu, you've come at the perfect time!"

"You have sharp eyesight, quickly help me figure out where I should thread this wire?"

Zhao Yu looked closely and saw a tangled ball of thread clinging crookedly to the fine white silk.

He's even worse than when Cao Jie first started learning.

"This is……"

"This is the character 'tiger'! I wanted to make a battle flag for Hongxiu and the others, embroidering a tiger would be so majestic! But... but Sister Cao said that embroidery is much harder than killing people!"

Cao Jie chuckled softly, covering her mouth, and pulled Zhao Yu to sit down.

"Don't make fun of your sister. Shangxiang really wants to learn. She said that if she wants to integrate into life in Xuchang, she can't just be wielding swords and spears every day. She needs to learn some needlework."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu

It seems that

This little tiger from Jiangdong, in order not to be outdone in this family...

I am trying to change myself.

Although, the direction of this change is indeed a bit off.

"Alright, alright."

Zhao Yu sighed helplessly.

Where do you find things that are this difficult right from the start?

He sat cross-legged on the couch (next to Sun Shangxiang).

"Don't make things difficult for yourself with this kind of delicate work."

"How about letting the second young lady teach you something simple, like embroidering a circle or something?"

"I don't!"

Sun Shangxiang's stubborn temper flared up.

"I refuse to believe that I can hit the bullseye from a hundred paces away but can't even get past the eye of a needle!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head again and began to argue with himself.

At this moment, Cao Jie brought over a large bowl of mutton soup.

"Zhao Yu, drink it while it's hot."

Cao Jie handed the bowl to Zhao Yu, and then served Sun Shangxiang a small bowl.

"Shangxiang, you should take a break too. After all, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise."

Zhao Yu took the bowl.

He took a big gulp.

The mutton soup flowed down my throat.

Cool.

Although there wasn't the romantic time for just the two of them that I had hoped for, the warm scene of the three of them was still quite nice.

"By the way, Zhao Yu."

Sun Shangxiang drank the soup,

I remembered something very important.

Put down the bowl.

He pulled a strip of cloth from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Yu:

"Since you're here, you might as well sign this."

Zhao Yu looked at the strip of cloth warily:

"What's this? Is it another restaurant bill?"

"It's not a bill."

"It's a material requisition form."

I've seen it. The weapons in your armory are too shoddy. I want the craftsmen to forge a new batch.

This is the amount of refined iron needed, along with some leather and sinew.

Zhao Yu took the note and looked at it.

Good guy.

Five hundred catties of refined iron, one hundred strips of cow tendon, fifty sheets of top-quality leather...

Is this a weapon?

Are you sure this isn't a rebellion?

"What do you need so much refined iron for?"

"You're not fighting a war."

"It's always better to be prepared!"

Sun Shangxiang was well-prepared.

"Besides, Hongxiu and the others go out to buy groceries every day, which also carries risks."

What if we run into some clueless thug? We can't keep up with the demanding weapons!

Zhao Yu: "..."

(The thugs in Xuchang City probably wouldn't even have time to run away if they saw Hongxiu and the others, right?)

"Sign or not?"

Sun Shangxiang's eyes widened, and she picked up the embroidery needle again, threateningly saying...

"If you don't sign, I'll follow you around every day and see who can outlast whom!"

Cao Jie, standing beside him, also chimed in with a smile:

"Brother Zhao, please sign it. My sister is only thinking about the safety of the family."

And... Shangxiang just promised me that if you sign, she'll teach me a short sword technique for self-defense.

"That's right, that's right, you don't want your sister to fail to learn martial arts, do you?"

So this is collusion?

We've only known each other for a few days.

Sure enough, in a group of three, there is bound to be one who suffers.

"Sigh..." This is the status of men in the family.

Zhao Yu took out the personal seal of the Chief Secretary that he always carried with him from his bosom.

He breathed on it and covered the note.

"Take it! Take it!"

Zhao Yu shoved the strip back at Sun Shangxiang with a hint of annoyance.

"Use it sparingly! This is a strategic resource for the Prime Minister's residence!"

It's not even a fraction of the total.

Thanks!

Sun Shangxiang put away the note, picked up the bowl, and drank the soup in big gulps.

"Sister Cao, this soup is delicious! Give me another bowl! I'll go to the armory to pick out iron tomorrow after I've had my fill!"