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

"so."

"turn down."

"I suggest you go back and cry again."

"Moreover, next time you cry, be so anxious that you should write a memorial first, listing out the logic behind why you should hit the pillar."

"If you can't list them, then stop wailing."

Wang Taichang held a handkerchief.

Wiping it off is not an option, and throwing it away is not an option either.

"Oh dear, I'm dizzy."

Zhao Yu turned around and shouted to Cao Cao:

"Prime Minister, Lord Wang is unwell and seems quite weak. I suggest he go home to rest."

Cao Cao snorted coldly.

"Since she's fainted, carry her out."

"Don't delay the court assembly."

It's just a common tactic.

Everyone understands.

At last.

It was Emperor Xian of Han who had to step in and smooth things over.

The young emperor watched a good show.

Surprisingly, I'm actually in a pretty good mood.

After all, it was quite satisfying to see those old men who usually bossed him around get their comeuppance.

"Cough cough."

"What the Prime Minister says is not without reason."

"In writing, conveying the meaning is the priority."

"Zhao Aiqing's method, although... a bit straightforward, is indeed effective."

"Issue my decree."

"Zhao Yu's 'Six-Point Work Method' will be officially implemented in the new court today."

"All departments shall implement this order to reduce the burden on the Prime Minister."

"Anyone who objects again should go find the Prime Minister... and go sweep the streets."

The rest, like clouds, need no further explanation.

……

They left the palace gates.

After Zhao Yu greeted Cao Cao...

Then we came to a corner.

A blue-canopied carriage was parked there.

The carriage curtain was lifted a crack.

Half of her fair face was visible.

It was Cao Jie dressed as a man.

Zhao Yu climbed into the carriage.

"You won?"

Cao Jie asked.

He was still holding half a sesame seed cake in his hand.

Cao Cao had already given them a heads-up last night.

They said those old fogies were going to cause trouble.

"Absolutely."

Zhao Yu snatched the flatbread, took a bite,

"Didn't you see? Wang Taichang fainted and was carried out horizontally."

"From now on, all official documents in Xudu will bear the Zhao name."

"These are all minor incidents."

"Virtue".

The carriage swayed and rocked along.

"Where to?"

Zhao Yu asked.

"Just browsing around."

Cao Jie fiddled with the folding fan in his hand.

"My eldest sister went to check the accounts at the estate down below today; she'll probably be busy until midnight."

"That means nobody cares about me."

"I heard there's an old alley in the south of the city where an old man lives who makes sugar figurines. He's incredibly skilled; he can even sculpt Lu Bu riding a horse. Shall we go check it out?"

"Walk."

"Today, I, the Chief Secretary, will travel incognito and take you on a culinary tour of Xuchang."

……

This place is indeed remote.

The carriage couldn't get in.

The two had no choice but to get out of the car and walk.

Both sides are the back walls of the compound.

There weren't many people there.

We found the sugar figurine stall.

The old man's skills are indeed quite good.

Zhao Yu had a Lu Bu in his mouth.

Cao Jie sculpted a rabbit.

The two strolled along the bluestone path.

They chatted casually.

"Are all the government offices in this alley located in places with little power or influence?"

Zhao Yu looked around.

"There isn't even a decent door."

"Yes, most of them are disgruntled civil officials or aristocratic families that have fallen on hard times."

Cao Jie explained.

while walking.

Zhao Yu paused in his steps.

[The Ding residence.]

"The Ding residence?"

"This name sounds familiar."

Yesterday, that one-eyed man in the Chief Secretary's office, wasn't his surname Ding?

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know him?"

"He's someone I know."

"This is the one-eyed scholar who kept an eye on Yang Xiu for me in the public room."

"Since we're passing by, and we have nothing else to do anyway, and they're subordinates, how can we not go in and offer our condolences?"

Cao Jie clapped his palm with his folding fan.

Anyway, there's nothing else to do.

"Let's go in and scare him!"

"Look what these talented people are doing instead of going to work."

The door was ajar.

There isn't even a gatekeeper.

That's understandable.

Although Ding Yi was talented, he was not well-liked by many people because of his eye disease.

Although Cao Cao thought highly of him, it was of little use.

The two pushed open the door and entered.

The courtyard was quiet, with only a few sparrows pecking at food.

He must be in the study.

The window is open.

There was no one inside.

"Not here?"

Zhao Yu stepped inside.

"He's definitely in the study."

"Where else can a scholar go besides his study?"

The study was not large.

The desk was a mess.

It was all half-written scraps of paper.

"Tsk tsk, this handwriting is really good."

Zhao Yu casually picked up a piece of scrap paper and looked at it.

"What a pity, he followed the wrong person. What future could he have had hanging out with Yang Xiu every day?"

was saying,

Zhao Yu's gaze was drawn to a scroll in the corner of the desk.

It was tied with the finest silk.

The placement was extremely careful.

A clean area was specially cleared out around it.

It was clearly the owner's prized possession.

"What's this? A treasure map?"

Zhao Yu's curiosity was piqued.

Hands owe.

The ties were untied.

The scroll is unfurled.

Zhao Yu was stunned.

Cao Jie, who had come closer, was also stunned.

The painting depicts a woman.

Wearing a long black dress, with her hair styled in a high bun,

His eyes and brows were aloof, giving off an aura of "keep away, and pay back your debts."

The drawing skills are very good.

Shen Yun has a firm grip on it.

Isn't this Miss Cao Qing?

What's even more amazing is the poem inscribed next to the painting.

The handwriting is wild and cursive, exuding a certain unsophistication:

"The cold moon shines on the chilly window, my lonely shadow stretches long before the curtains."

"I wish to be the ink on your desk, so that I may perfume you with fragrance every day."

"Would you be willing to be the ink on the desk?"

"Does he want to be used as a pawn by his older sister?"

"It's so sour."

Zhao Yu was also amused:

"I didn't expect that."

"Ding Zhengli is actually a romantic?"

"A crush on the older sister? And he kept it so well hidden?"

Footsteps came from outside the door.

There were also mumbled and incoherent sounds of reciting texts:

"Who...where...what are they doing...damn Zhao Yu, why are those six words so hard to come up with..."

Ding Yi is back.

He was holding a bowl of freshly cooked porridge.

I stepped into the study.

then,

He then saw his immediate supervisor holding up his "goddess picture."

She looked at him with a warm, aunt-like smile.

The handsome young man next to him (Cao Jie).

She was covering her mouth and chuckling, her shoulders swaying.

Ding Yi's one eye,

His eyes widened in surprise.

Pupil earthquake.

Social death.

This is a social death scene that is even more painful than being slowly sliced ​​to death.

That was his most secret, most humble, and most unspeakable secret!

They were stripped naked and left to dry in the sun!

And it was seen by the person who least deserved to see it!

"Zhao... Chief Secretary Zhao..."

"You...you all..."

"This...this isn't..."

We're absolutely doomed.

These two people saw this thing.

If word gets out...

The Prime Minister will kill me...

Cao Qing will definitely gouge out my other eye too...

My lifelong reputation, Ding Yi (though I didn't really have much of a reputation), is ruined in an instant!

Ding Yi's legs went weak, and he was about to kneel down.

"Brother Ding!"

Zhao Yu did not laugh.

The painting was handed over to Cao Jie.

He stepped forward and grabbed Ding Yi's hand.

"Brother Zhengli!"

"I never expected this!"

"I never expected this!"

"You're such a passionate and devoted lover!"

He didn't yell at me?

Ding Yi opened his eyes.

Looking at Zhao Yu.

"A...a romantic?"

"yes!"

Zhao Yu pointed to the painting,

"This painting is absolutely wonderful!"

"Could such a spirit be captured without a love that is etched into one's very soul?"