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

Late at night.

Imperial Kitchen

Leftovers.

The ground was in mess.

Cao Cao slumped unceremoniously in Liu Xie's armchair.

"belch--"

A long, satisfying burp.

Cao Cao squinted his eyes.

"Pack!"

Pack them all up!

"Take the lamb leg meat, put it in a food box, and send it to Wenhe."

"We need to make up for Wenhe's absence since he couldn't come this time."

next to.

Ma Teng got drunk.

It's gone way too high.

This descendant of the renowned General Fubo, who was famous throughout Xiliang

He is now clinging tightly to half of a sheep's head that has been gnawed clean.

Don't let go.

I won't let go of anyone who comes.

As I ate, I started to feel sad again.

"This sheep's head... how can it smell so good!"

Ma Teng cried as he rubbed his face against the sheep skull.

"It reminds me of my son, Chao'er!"

"My Mengqi!"

"The Western Liang region is miserable! It's all sand! We drink the northwest wind!"

"This child has grown up so much, and he's hardly ever had a taste of hot sheep's brain soup, let alone crispy lamb's head!"

"I, as the father... am enjoying the good life here... I'm guilty!"

The cries were mournful and piercing.

Those who hear it are heartbroken, and those who listen shed tears.

On the other side, the current emperor, Liu Xie,

I got quite drunk, even though it was fruit wine.

The emperor leaned to one side, holding a thin sheep bone he used for picking his teeth.

Looking at Ma Teng crying,

His eyes revealed a sense of shared suffering and empathy.

"My dear minister..."

"My dear minister, you are truly a benevolent father."

"Since you find this sheep beautiful, why not write a letter?"

"Summon Meng to Xuchang? To share wealth and honor? To serve our great Han together? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Ma Teng slapped his thigh.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"That makes perfect sense! If we don't call our son now, when will we?"

"I'm going to tell him! Father is enjoying a life of luxury in Xuchang! Let him come and eat some meat!"

Ma Teng struggled to get up.

It was wobbling and swaying.

"pen and ink!"

"Serve me!"

There is no paper.

The imperial kitchen only has firewood, rice, oil, and salt; where would they get the Four Treasures of the Study?

Zhao Yu was about to say he would go get it.

Ma Teng couldn't wait any longer.

"What kind of paper do you need!"

"So dramatic!"

He yanked the oil paper from the table that was used to wrap the roasted meat.

The paper was covered in mutton fat.

Slippery.

"Where's the pen?"

Ma Teng groped around aimlessly.

I found a fire poker.

That was used to poke the stove earlier.

One end was already charred, turning into black charcoal.

"That's it!"

"ink!"

No ink.

Ma Teng's eyes widened.

I saw the leftover dipping sauce from that night on the table.

That was his personally prepared "Xiliang Premium Chili Sauce".

red.

Bright red.

It was so red it looked almost black.

Ma Teng chuckled.

He grabbed the fire poker.

He stirred it vigorously in that bowl of chili sauce.

Mixed with charcoal ash,

The dipping sauce turned dark red.

He lay face down on the oil paper.

Her hands trembled like she had Parkinson's disease, even worse than the cafeteria lady.

He wrote while hiccuping.

He was conceiving the most heartwarming letter home:

"My son, I am doing very well in Xudu."

"His Majesty and the Prime Minister have treated me well."

"The mutton soup here is very white (and delicious)."

"Come quickly."

However, reality is often harsher than ideals.

Even more terrifying.

The wooden stick fell.

Oil paper absorbs water.

The red oil spread out directly.

The handwriting was originally messy (wild cursive).

This moment is even more bizarre.

first row.

"My son..."

The characters are very large.

second line.

"He has treated me well."

Ma Teng wrote it too hastily.

cursive script with connected strokes,

The two characters "不薄" together

The character "薄" was distorted.

The radical on the left is blurry and unclear, while the one on the right appears exceptionally sharp.

It can be summed up in just two words: "peeling".

"Wait until I...peel it..."

Third line.

Ma Teng wanted to write "The mutton soup is very white".

Hand trembled.

A large drop of chili oil dripped down.

It completely covered the lower half of the character "白" (white).

That little bit of white, set against the dark red sauce,

The remaining part looks exactly like a "bone".

"Lamb soup...white bones..."

At last.

"Come quickly!!"

Ma Teng's emotions reached a climax.

The fire poker pierced right through the oil paper.

Those two characters were crooked and had long tails.

Finished.

Ma Teng threw away the fire poker.

His face was full of satisfaction.

"Beautiful handwriting!"

"These words are overflowing with fatherly love!"

He held up the oiled paper, which was oozing with chili sauce, and handed it to Cao Cao.

"Prime Minister!"

"Please stamp this!"

"Send an urgent message via the postal stations! Let Chao'er know that this is a favor from the Prime Minister!"

Cao Cao was so drunk that his vision was blurred.

Looking at that piece of paper.

A reddish-black blob.

He can't see the words clearly.

I just felt that the lines were unrestrained.

"good!"

"Shoucheng, I never knew you had such a talent for cursive script!"

"I will grant your wish!"

So he took out the Prime Minister's seal from his bosom.

He pressed it hard into the inkpad.

The inkpad is too wet.

Too popular.

Cao Cao raised the imperial seal.

Facing the signature on the oil paper,

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Perhaps there was too much oil on my hands.

It slipped.

It didn't leave a perfectly square stamp.

Instead, it slid off the paper.

It left a trail.

Cao Cao subconsciously pressed down on the oiled paper.

His hand, covered in oil, chili sauce, and seasoning, slapped directly onto the paper.

Remove your hand.

Next to that "last words".

A handprint was left behind.

Quiet.

Only Zhao Yu remained relatively sober.

Cao Jie and Fu Wan have already left because they couldn't hold their liquor.

Xu Chu, well, let's not talk about him anymore.

He stood to one side.

Looking at this "family letter".

My scalp is tingling.

【My son, Prime Minister Cao has ordered me to skin the sheep, prepare sheep brain soup and bones, come quickly!!!】

There is also an attachment: Cao Cao's handprint.

Is this a letter from home?

This is clearly a death warrant from the King of Hell!

If this letter were to reach Ma Chao's hands,

That mad dog could gnaw Tongguan down!

I can't stand it.

This is absolutely intolerable.

This is not just a misunderstanding; it could cost lives!

Zhao Yu attempted a final attempt to salvage the situation.

"Prime Minister, General Ma."

"This letter,"

"Isn't it too hasty?"

"And this dried chili oil looks like blood."

"It is easy to cause ambiguity."

"or……"

"Should I find a clerk and copy it? Or should I use a clean sheet of paper and write it properly?"

The voice has not fallen,

Ma Teng was furious.

He grabbed the oiled paper and protected it.

Staring with bloodshot eyes, he said to Zhao Yuhou:

"What do you know, kid?"

"Is that blood? It's the red chili oil of Xiliang! It's the taste of home!"

"Copying?"

"Does copying still have a soul?"

"You bachelor, what do you know about fatherly love?!"

"Every wrinkle, every drop of oil on this is a testament to my longing for my son!"

"Please also send over this apron, just in case my horse doesn't recognize it."

People can be really speechless when they're speechless.

Zhao Yu: "..."

God's special fatherly love.

This fatherly love is too heavy.

Can Ma Chao handle this?

Zhao Yu turned his head toward Cao Cao.

We can only hope that this treacherous villain will have a shred of reason.

"Prime Minister..."

"This handprint..."

Cao Cao waved his hand, looking impatient.

All he wants to do right now is sleep.

I hate it when someone buzzes in my ear.

"Zhao Yu!"

Why have you become so fussy?

"Shoucheng is right! We must keep it authentic!"

Cao Cao stood up.

Although it swayed a couple of times, it exuded its full aura.

Pointing at Zhao Yu,

"Military intelligence... oh no, family urgency!"

"I command you!"

"Immediately! Right now!"

"Send this letter out! Urgent delivery!"

"We must make sure the horse sees his father's 'heart' as soon as possible!"

"There must be no mistakes!"

[Received Cao Cao's order.]

[Command: Send a "blood letter" to Ma Chao.]

[Execution Decision: Execution is mandatory.]

Resistance was ineffective.

"promise."

Zhao Yu's body was no longer under his control.

No!

Sending this letter would trigger a world war!

I don't want to end my retirement.

Ma Chao will go crazy! He will absolutely go crazy!

But the body is honest.

This "nuclear bomb" was handed over to the courier.

"Send it to Xiliang."

"Urgent dispatch."

"Personally...hand it over to Ma Chao."

The courier took the apron bag and smelled it.

"Wow! It smells so good, like chili peppers!"

"Yes, sir!"

The courier mounted his horse and lashed out with his whip.

They disappeared into the night.

Zhao Yu silently pulled out a piece of lamb chop that he had just swiped from his pocket.

took a bite.

"What a tragedy."