Back in early September, it started to rain in Xuchang, and the Cao-character flag disappeared in the winding line and drove towards Wancheng, Nanyang County.

Cao Ang rode on the horse, looked back at the Xuchang city wall for a while, and rushed into the rain curtain and continued to move forward.

Under the gloomy cumulus clouds, the vision passed through the sky-long rain curtain, passing through the towering palace, dense raindrops fell on the roof of Cao's mansion, ticking down the eaves to form a rain curtain. The maid walked through the eaves with a pot of brewed tea. In the open hall, there was a female voice talking. She bowed in, carefully placed it on the table, poured it on, and retreated.

"Sister, this is the new tea-making method that the palace chief Ren Yuzhu discovered. Do you think it's so moist?"

The slender fingers peeled like white onions and held up the cup, and the red lips pursed the edge of the cup. The woman talking was wearing a red pink leaf-patterned dress, her long black hair was tied behind her head, and a silver step was shaking gently in the movement of her arm. Opposite her, she was a few years older, wearing a white dress. The two were the wife Ding and Bian.

"The tea tastes light and bitter, but it must be much better than the way to make tea in the past. My sister is willing." Ding's quiet face had a faint smile and put down his hand: "When my husband went to Wancheng, why didn't he see Zihuan take him to see him off?"

Bian's face smiled with a stunning smile and shook his head: "Sister is not as blessed as sister. Zihuan is still young and has a very sick age. She feels a little uncomfortable when she wakes up today. After taking medicine, she is lying in the quilt to rest."

"Sister, don't worry, Zimei was like this when she was a child." Ding said softly: "... Speaking of young people, my sister should be more polite to herself. Women, she is prone to serious illness after giving birth."

"That sister, thank you for your concern." Bian chuckled slightly, took the teapot and filled the empty tea cup. "Sister is a lucky person. Zixi is already so old. She doesn't have to drag her little one like her sister. Her body is not as good as before. She just wants to treat people, and she will rely on Zihuan for retirement on that day. The favors and warmth in this wealthy family come quickly and go quickly. Sister has to make plans."

Opposite, the slim figure slowly stood up in her long skirt, walked gently to the door, looked at the rain curtain hanging on the eaves, took a drop of rain with his fingertips, kicked under the hem of the skirt, and walked away under the eaves.

"You don't have to worry about this..." He slowed down a little, turned his back to Bian behind him, and raised his head: "...... As my sister said, when Zi is old, she will naturally protect me, as my mother. It's not my turn to be in love with her. Zihuan Shang is young, so sister should be careful."

The two of them spoke warmly and beautifully, but they had a sharp edge. Most of the maids around them drooped their heads very low under such confrontation of words and did not dare to look directly.

"Sister thanked me for reminding me." Bian stood up and sent her away, watching the back of the corridor eaves. The smile on her face instantly calmed down. She snorted coldly, walked into the room with a whisper, raised her foot and kicked the tables just now. The cups and teapots rolled to the ground, and she waved her hand.

Behind the screen, someone approached.

"Take this letter to Wancheng and tell that person that I am willing to keep him alive in the future." Bian looked at the other side, the little figure who was awakened by the movement, waved his long sleeves to let his confidant go. The cold hatred expression had long disappeared, and he changed into a mother-like smile and hugged his five-year-old son Cao Pi.

"Zihuan... Do you want to have a future prospect?"

"Yeah!" Little head thought for a moment, then clicked, "I... want to be... majestic like my father."

Bian touched the child's bun, hugged it in his arms, and his face pressed against his tender little face: "Mom, it will make Zihuan very majestic in the future, and make many people worship you."

"Then...whether...whether of the eldest brother...will he worship too?" Cao Pi tilted his head and whispered in his mother's ear: "I don't want the eldest brother to worship...the eldest brother is very nice to Zihuan."

"Your brother won't worship..."

Bian put the little man down and smiled and asked the wet nurse to take him down to rest. The sound of rain outside was dense, and thunder rolled across the sky with a roar.

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On September 13, the conquering troops had reached the purgatory water. Thunder rumbling in the sky, and rain clouds floated from the north, stretching through. On the muddy road, horses' hooves stepped on the ground with their feet, splashing water. The mud was occasionally lifted into the air by the galloping war horses and landed on the people walking.

The rain came from Xuchang and became very big. The army heading towards Wancheng had no place to shelter from the rain at this time. They stared at the rain and rushed to the road, and the speed became extremely slow. Occasionally, a few complaints in the team would sound, and then drowned in the drizzle of rain.

On the horse's back, Cao Ang naturally couldn't escape being soaked. He looked at the rising vision of the water vapor in front of him and recalled the information about Wancheng from time to time in his mind. This habit was also developed under Gongsun Zhi's command. For the enemy he was about to face, one must first have a certain understanding.

The guy named Zhang Xiu in Wancheng was originally Zhang Ji's nephew. Although this man, Li Jue and Guo Si, he looked down on these two people in the end. After Liu Xie entered Luoyang, Zhang Ji understood that things were powerless to make things happen and had to station in Hongnong. Unfortunately, the capital was already full of famine and crowded. In addition, his army was already large in number, so he crossed Xionger Mountain to the south to launch an attack on Rang County in Jingzhou, but was accidentally shot and killed by the passing.

Zhang Xiu took over the army and moved to Wancheng.

"Chief Gongsun asked me to be careful of Zhang Xiu's widowed aunt..." On the horse's back, Cao Ang vaguely felt that Gongsun Zhi's words had a irrelevant intention in it. In his unclear vision, he seemed to recall the other party's advice when he left that day.

"The leader can guess that his father would go south to attack Wancheng. In that Wancheng, maybe his father would really like a woman." He suddenly opened his eyes and watched the rain fall, "... Zhang Xiu has a widow, and his father might like him? Otherwise, the leader Gongsun might not warn me so seriously."

"Zi Xu!"

In the rain curtain, a loud voice came from the front. A tall and strong general with a armor came here with a bow and a big sword. It was Xiahou Yuan. He came over to walk side by side with Cao Ang. "There is a forest ahead. Brother has gone to rest. I will send me to rest with you."

"Ann is not that expensive." Cao Ang wiped the rain from his face, looked at his uncle next to him, and shook his head with a smile: "...I have encountered this harsh environment in Liaodong. The temperature here is pleasant, but the rain is a little heavier."

"You can't say that." Xiahou Yuan pulled the reins, straightened his back, and pointed his knife ahead: "After passing Qingshui, it will be Wancheng soon. Zhang Xiu's command entrenched there is thousands of Xiliang Iron Cavalry, and the Xianbei on the grassland is unmatched by Wuhuan. When the war begins, Zixiu should not be scared to pee his pants."

Cao Ang laughed out loud because of the words. However, not long after, the war did not start. Instead, he received an envoy from Zhang Xiu to announce his surrender.

It surprised him and the alarm was shaking.

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