1. "Husband... I will take Yi'er with you, Fu'er will be stupid when you go out for a trip, and you will be stupid when you read books all day."

"Go and come back soon."

Looking at his wife leading two eleven or two-year-old son, and taking many servants out of the yard, the handsome man, wearing a deep alum dress and a big belt, looking dashing and generous. He stood under the eaves for a while, and when the birds stood on the branches and sang happily, he turned back to the main hall.

There was a faint sound of reading in it, which was recited from a young man in his twenties. He saw his father frowning and walking past, and then put down the bamboo slips: "... Since the prefect of the king and the prefect are in contact, you can go over and deal with it for a while, so that my father will not be so upset."

After sitting down, the man who had passed by shook his head, put a roll of spread bamboo slips and placed them on the pile of bamboo slips next to him. When he heard his son's words, he remained majestic in silence.

"Berda, like the troubles of the county magistrates and governors are respectful to their own troops. The chaotic world has already arisen. How can we get along with them at will.... It is also an important step to protect our own opportunities. Don't be disturbed by the chaos in the outside world." The words paused: "... Besides, Wang Kuang is not a person who accomplished great things. Such a decayed tree as a vassal will sooner or later affect my family."

"Yes, it's the child who is restless."

The young man was named Sima Lang. The man opposite was his father Sima Fang. He had been a county official, Luoyang Order, Jing Zhaoyi, and Dong Zhuo entered Beijing. He immediately resigned from his official position, and left Luoyang with his family and returned to his hometown in Wen County, Henoi, and closed his door to his guests. Even so, Sima is still a famous family in Yingchuan, and there are endless people coming to visit every day.

Wang Kuang, the prefect of Hanoi County, was one of them. He survived by chance. He returned to the capital and began to recruit heroes and counselors. Naturally, he became competing for this troubled time. When he heard that Sima Fang moved back to his hometown from Yingchuan, he visited him several times. He had a great conversation during the meal, but it was probably unsuccessful.

Wang Kuang, who had lost his patience, issued an order to let Sima Fang and his son Sima Lang take office. Sima Fang naturally would not take this result seriously, but he was just annoyed.

From the Sima family in Xiaojingli, I went to Wen County, and there were occasionally one or two villages on the way.

On the bright May summer, the ox cart was slowly and steadily. Sima Fu, who opened the curtain and shouted outside, looked at the market that passed by in front of him and was very excited. Compared to this eleven-year-old naughty boy, Sima Yi, who was one year older than him, sat quietly beside his mother, quietly looking at the books he brought out. He left his appearance but looked mature.

Everything is no different from usual.

In the market they went past, strange people mixed up with some vendors and villagers, greeted them, and then asked indirectly for some news, and then left quietly.

At the market, several figures purchased were walking in front of the villagers' stalls to select some things. A pair of men and women in front seemed intimate. The woman was as bright as the summer sun, with fair and delicate skin, and a well-proportioned figure. She wore a pink dress and held the woman's hair bun. From time to time, she fiddled with the small items in her hands that she had accidentally obtained at the man in regular clothes next to her.

"My husband...it will be difficult to buy these things again after he goes back. It's better to buy more."

Several guards following, carrying cloth bags in their hands, were almost full. Gongsun Zhi glanced inside and jumped with his eyebrows: "These things should be sold in Shanggu County. Even if they don't have them, I will ask the vendors to bring some to you..."

While speaking, a wolf rider came over, talked in a low voice and left first. Cai Yan looked at the figure who left, curled his lips, put down the thing he had just picked up from the stall, clapped his hands, took his husband's arm, and turned back.

“Not buying it anymore?”

"I won't buy it anymore! It seems that my husband has something to do."

Two figures who depended on each other came out of the market under the guard and walked outward. Soon after, it was a forest that seemed deserted. A few dozen feet away, you could hear the sound of horses. Gongsun Zhi helped his wife on a docile horse, and asked two hundred wolf cavalry, Zhao Yun and Cao Ang to come over and ordered: "Take your wife first."

The latter did not refuse, but Cao Ang was a little confused and followed him away in a daze.

On the horse's back, the woman was naturally sensible and didn't say much. She nodded to her husband, and slowly walked towards the north with Zhao Yun who protected her and the two hundred wolf riders. While walking, she looked back at the man who had turned around and pursed her lips. In fact, some words had not been said before.

"...Husband, can there be many children..." She touched her lower abdomen and whispered softly.

...

On the forest, an anxious aura was floating, with people and horse shadows around him densely, spreading continuously in the forest, and some people were sprinkling urine from the forest. Gongsun Zhi turned on the horse's back and strangled the horse's head: "Today is different from the past, and there is nothing right or wrong..." The horse's hooves moved and turned, and he said: "...so, no one left."

"The leader has a grudge against that family?" The evil man with a trousers walked out of the forest and wore a brown dress made of tiger skin. The remaining edge material was made of tiger skin hat and worn on his head by Cai Yan, which looked colorful.

"Not now, but there will be something in the future..." The other side opened slightly, his words cold.

Dian Wei touched the iron halberd and nodded: "Okay, if you have any revenge, then take action. Dark?"

"No, just go and kill him into his house."

The voice passed, and occasionally the birds rang out from the forest, and then flew up in shock. The sound of horse hooves roaring in the fields. The bright sky light became cloudy. More than three thousand cavalry figures were unsheathed, stepping on the dry soil, pushing towards the Zhuangzi with the word Sima in the distance.

It started to rain.

....

It was raining heavily, and it ticked on the tiles, falling down the eaves, and weaving them into bead curtains.

"Mom and the others still want to go out for a walk today. I'm afraid they'll be back in the middle of the way." Sima Lang, who was a little tired, put down the bamboo slips, walked to the eaves and looked at the rushing rain, took a sip of cold water vapor, and then smiled at the father in the room and said, ".... The third brother got sick from the rain last time, and I hope he won't..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a scream of "Ah", as if coming from the gate of the courtyard. The sound was very tragic, just like the cry of despair and fear that a person made before his death.

"What's going on..." When the young man looked at the side where the screams came, Sima Fang frowned and walked out of the house, followed by a few heart-wrenching screams. His eyes suddenly sterned, and he turned around and took a sword from the wall: "Go and summon the family's guests quickly, I think there is a 'distinguished guest' coming."

He hurriedly summoned people to come over, and Sima Lang commanded several confidants: "Get everyone in the family in the main hall, form a formation and don't ask the thieves to defeat them." The people around him dispersed, and he also found a long sword to protect him. After seeing his father's calm sword standing under the eaves, he also learned. As soon as he stood the tip of the sword to the ground, thick smoke rose from the front yard, and the fire spread toward this side.

Not long after, a shrill scream came from different directions. Gongsun Zhi carried a bloody scimitar and strode to hungry, and appeared in the sight of the father and son. He looked over there and showed ferociousness.

Since you want to learn from Sima Yi, you really have to die.

"Kill!" The scimitar waved out.
Chapter completed!