The Strongest Overlord of the Three Kingdoms

At the beginning, he was very envious of Gan Ning, Ma Chao, and Tibetan Ba, who were able to go out to fight.

But for now, it's better to stay in Yangzhou.

The Central Plains Movement makes the battle of millions of people even more exciting!

Lu Bu had already made a plan, and this time he must kill as much as he could.

"The current Cao Mengde is really difficult to deal with." After thinking for a while, Tai Shici said to Lu Bu seriously, "I should do my best to help the lord!"

"That's right!" Lu Bu agreed.

"Xiao Butou, then you have to work hard, don't be delayed." Dian Wei interjected.

"Humph!"

Lu Bu snorted coldly, not wanting to talk to Dian Wei.

"Everyone, let's have a drink together!" Liu Ke stood up holding his glass and said.

"My lord, all blessings!" All the generals said in unison.

Liu Ke's connection with everyone has become closer.

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Liu Ke quarreled with the soldiers for a long time, and almost collapsed in the barracks.

"Master, are you going back to the city tonight?" Chen Dao asked respectfully.

The barracks are all set up outside the city, so Chen Dao asked this question.

Seeing that it was getting late, Liu ordered:

"Stay overnight in the barracks."

"Yes." Chen Dao clasped his fists, turned around and was about to leave to inform the general present, but Liu Ke stopped him again.

"No need, let Zhang Yun send a team of guards and go back to the city."

"Go back to the city?" Chen Dao looked puzzled, thinking: My lord rarely changes his mind, could it be because he was drunk?

Perhaps because he guessed Chen Dao's confusion, Liu Ke didn't want to hide it, so he explained: "Going to Dongyang Palace, I suddenly have something to talk to Shang Xiang about."

After all, Liu Ke ignored Chen Dao's surprised expression and bid farewell to the generals.

As for their duties, most of the generals regard the camp as their mansion and will not go back with Liu Ke.

"Come on, Zhongkang is so drunk that the two of them can't count on it. Uncle Zhi, the safety of the lord will be entrusted to you." Zhao Yun entrusted.

"Don't worry, General Zhao, in addition to the original hundreds of guards, General Zhang will also send thousands of riders to follow."

"That's fine. In troubled times, the lord should not be careless."

In Yangzhou, the bandits who dared to attack thousands of officers and soldiers have not yet appeared.

A while later, Liu Ke rode in a carriage, crossed the straight official road, and returned safely to the city.

Zhang Yun wanted to escort him to the end, but in the end Chen Dao reminded him, saying:

"The defenders are not allowed to enter the city for no reason, even if the lord is there, General Zhang will still..."

"I know." Zhang He said.

After apologizing to Liu Ke, Zhang He returned with his troops.

Judging by his half-sober appearance, it was obvious that he had lost the fight for alcohol.

The defenders saw Liu Ke's carriage from a distance, so they quickly greeted him and lined up to salute.

Then, when Liu Ke's personal guard Chen arrived, the defenders quickly let him go without even asking for a token.

Dongyang City is a commercial metropolis, and the city gates are almost never closed, only traffic is restricted.

At night, without tokens or government documents, it is impossible to go in and out.

Passing through the marble-paved square and bypassing several large and small streets, Liu Ke returned to Dongyang Palace.

The guards guarding outside Dongyang Palace hurried up to ask for their health.

Chen Dao waved his hands, telling them to back off.

It was in this unimpeded situation that Liu Ke came to Shangxiang Pavilion, but was stopped.

The gatekeepers are two healthy women, five big and three rough.

As for this, Liu Ke pouted, feeling a little funny.

Although Sun Shangxiang is married to Liu Ke, of course she still maintains her willfulness.

Liu Ke also acquiesced.

"Uncle, miss please."

They stopped Liu Ke to report to Sun Shangxiang in advance.

It's just that it's bitter when it's old.

"My lord..."