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

Sun Shangxiang blushed.

She then reverted to her tigress-like nature.

He grabbed Zhao Yu's soft flesh at the waist, not daring to raise his voice:

Stop being so vain! Who idolizes you?

If you dare to lay a hand on me without warning again, I'll chop off your hands! Read on!

Zhao Yu followed Sun Shangxiang's finger down and immediately gasped.

The world inside and outside the Great Firewall is completely different.

Artificial hills and flowing water, winding corridors.

Instead of lanterns, windproof lamps covered with glass were hanging in the corridor.

The blue bricks paving the ground were polished until they shone like mirrors.

Like geckos, the two slid up the wall to the roof.

"Goodness, even the roof is hotter than outside."

It's clear that he also learned the tricks Zhao Yu used in Ye City.

They even upgraded it.

They made the storefront look like a slum, but the inside looked like the Epang Palace.

That old bastard Yang Song is a hypocrite among hypocrites; he's taken double standards to an art form.

"This guy, his level of corruption, his counter-surveillance awareness..."

Click.

Zhao Yu's fingertips had already pried open a piece of tile, revealing the grayish-brown mud underneath.

The second piece was made in the same way, and he slowly moved it half an inch away, revealing a gap that was only big enough for a finger to probe.

There wasn't nothing under the roof tiles; there were roof panels, but there were gaps between them. Peeking was done by looking through these gaps.

Through the gap, the scene inside the main hall was clearly visible.

Two gilded charcoal braziers were burning brightly in the corner, their warmth carrying the scent of cosmetics.

Yang Song, the high priest who tearfully proclaimed in the square during the day that he "only eats one meal a day".

He was now wearing an extremely luxurious Shu brocade nightgown, comfortably lying on a soft couch.

In his arms, on his left, was a beautiful and charming Hu woman, who wore ruby ​​earrings and a gold and beaded necklace.

The most outrageous thing is that there's a rope behind the collar?

A rope? That's not a good idea.

On her right, she was holding a skinny man from Jiangnan who was massaging her legs, her fingertips gently kneading his calves.

In the center of the main hall, twelve scantily clad concubines, each holding a plain-colored gauze scarf inlaid with pearls, were twirling gracefully, accompanied by the jingling of bells on their bodies.

interesting.

It seems that people are different. At least in this respect, Yang Song was more adept at playing the game than Liu Bei and Zhao Yu were back in Jiangdong.

Where is there any bran or chaff on the mahogany table in the main hall?

In the very center was a whole roasted leg of lamb, sizzling and dripping with oil. Next to it were several dishes of braised dishes, a dish of candied fruit, and a few exquisite gourds filled with purple wine, which was probably wine from the Western Regions.

"That fat bastard!"

Sun Shangxiang's eyes blazed with fury.

"Those tens of thousands of ordinary people outside are trying to save everything for him to eat. They are so hungry that they are pale and thin, but they are still kowtowing to him!"

Meanwhile, he's here, enjoying roasted lamb leg with over a dozen concubines!

"I'll go down there right now and castrate him!"

"Don't rush, let's take another look."

Based on his years of "fishing" experience, this is definitely not Yang Song's bottom line.

as predicted,

Yang Song seemed to think the roasted lamb leg wasn't flavorful enough.

He waved his hand.

The dancing concubines were asked to retreat behind the screen.

Then, he glanced around in an extremely lewd manner and sent the skinny horse to check outside the door.

After confirming that only the Hu woman and the thin horse were around, he took something out of a hidden compartment with brass under the soft couch.

The moment Zhao Yu saw what it was, he burst into laughter (secretly) from the rooftop.

It was a very familiar-looking pottery jar, with the character "Han" printed on the upper part of the jar, and a wax seal wrapped around the mouth of the jar.

Bingjingting brand spicy canned beef.

This thing was definitely something Yang Song secretly bought from the edge of Cao Cao's camp at a high price by taking advantage of his position!

This "honest and upright Taoist priest" skillfully used a dagger to pry open the wax seal.

Without using chopsticks, he directly scooped out a large piece of beef covered in butter with his hands.

He happily stuffed it into his mouth, smacking his lips, utterly satisfied.

"Oh my... Cao Cao's meat still smells the best!"

Yang Song ate with gusto, his mouth greasy, while still showing off to the Hu woman beside him who wore a collar, saying indistinctly...

"I act like a saint outside all day, only getting a couple of bites of boiled cabbage. I'm dying of boredom! How can I stand this cold weather without some beef?"

The skinny girl had returned, and perhaps out of jealousy, she poured him a glass of wine with a coquettish tone and rubbed against his arm to assert her dominance.

She can't compare to Hu Ji in terms of figure, so she can only be a little cotton-padded jacket.

"Master, when will our miserable days end?"

"Cao Cao's army is already attacking from outside the city. If those peasants outside knew you were eating this, wouldn't they cause a huge uproar?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Yang Song took a sip of wine.

He pinched Hu Ji's cheek again, and Hu Ji smiled and snuggled closer to him.

"Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you two."

"Those stupid believers outside are the easiest people in the world to be fooled. Their brains have long been cleansed by the 'Way of Heaven'."

"If I cry a couple more times and utter a few more words of divine protection, they'll fight Cao Cao's army like mad dogs!"

He patted the soft couch, gesturing for the skinny horse to come over.

"In those few days before the fighting even started, I hired people to smuggle hundreds of thousands of bushels of grain stored in the city's large charitable institutions out through the north gate and sell them at high prices to wealthy merchants in Yizhou!"

"After exchanging them for gold bars, I will have the people launch a general offensive to wear them down and exhaust Cao Cao's army!"

And I will take you two, along with all the gold and silver treasures in the cellar, to Jiaozhou or Jiangdong to buy tens of thousands of acres of fertile land.

"Build a manor ten times larger than this, add dozens more beauties, and live a life of revelry day and night. You two can be my left and right wives, enjoying the pleasures together. Far from the emperor's reach, wouldn't this be more blissful than life in paradise?"

As for the life and death of the hundreds of thousands of people in Chenggu County?

What does this have to do with Yang Song?

This was exactly what Yang Song wanted. Didn't they like to cultivate in seclusion? Perfect, they could go to the underworld and cultivate to their heart's content!

Let them believe, until their deaths, that Yang Song is the kindest person in the world.

This is outrageous!

On the rooftop, Zhao Yu and Sun Shangxiang had reached their limit in suppressing their murderous intent.

Sun Shangxiang was about to erupt when Zhao Yu stopped her.

What are you doing?

Zhao Yu, let me go!

This kind of scum, who drinks the blood of the people and even sells their lives,

I'm going to poke a dozen or so holes through his body today!

"Killing him would be too easy on him."

Seeing that Sun Shangxiang was about to get up again, Zhao Yu had no choice but to roll over and pin her down, whispering in her ear.

"If you jump down and kill him now, you're doing him a favor. Tomorrow morning, he'll become a 'martyr' who was assassinated while protecting the people of the city. Then, a second 'Li Song' or 'Wang Song' will emerge."

"But we can't let those civilians go to their deaths with him..."

The higher you climb, the harder you fall.

Zhao Yu peeked through the crack again; Yang Song was still licking the red oil off his fingers.

"Doesn't he like to pretend to be an incorruptible celestial being?"

I want the tens of thousands of people in Chenggu County, these tens of thousands of believers who have unwavering faith in him and would rather eat salted vegetables themselves than not protect him…”

"See for yourselves how their revered 'Celestial Master' hides in bed eating meat, playing with women, and plans to sell them for gold bars."