"Who is this person named and surname? How can he be called Fengxian with great talent?" Huang Pusong watched coldly, as if he was watching a farce.

The thing he was most worried about was that after Lu Bu won the victory, he became arrogant and disobeyed the control. In his opinion, Lu Bu praised Guo Jia, the steward of the Lu family, so high that he had such signs.

"He was named Guo Jia, and his courtesy name was Fengxiao. He was one of the few wise men in the Han Dynasty. He was well versed in strategy at a young age and read thousands of military books..." Lu Bu did his best to praise Guo Jia's talents.

But only he himself knows that his gorgeous language is still a bit pale and powerless to the future ghost plot Guo Jia. There is a kind of talent that cannot be described in words. Only by having truly felt and living with him can he truly understand his excellence.

"But Mr. Guo, how much soup did you give General Lu to make you famous in front of everyone? I heard how wise and powerful General Lu was in the past, but now I am confused by you, a child who is a yellow-mouthed child. It seems that the rumors are so untrue!" Wang Yun looked at Guo Jia with his turbid old eyes, and when he opened his mouth, he belittled both Lu Bu and Guo Jia.

His views were consistent with Huang Pusong, who believed that Lu Bu was arrogant because of his merits and needed a warning.

"Wang Yuzhou, when speaking, you should pay attention to reasonableness and evidence. Just by speculation and observation, if you can know a person's talent and ideological connotation, then all people in the world can learn fortune-telling and observing. What is the use of means other than judging people by their appearance?" Lu Bu said softly or hard.

"You?" Wang Yun was blocked in his throat in one breath. Lu Bu actually compared him to a nobleman who was a low-ranking fortune teller, and even implicitly mocked him for his appearance. This is simply unreasonable, unreasonable!

Wang Yun stood up from the ground with a bright eyes, as if he could look through the hearts of the people. Instead of arguing with Lu Bu, who was not familiar with literature and was unreasonable, he believed that defeating Guo Jia in terms of momentum was the right solution.

"How many states are divided into the world?" Wang Yun asked Guo Jia.

When Guo Jia faced the suspicious and mocking eyes of the people present, he no longer had the initial desire to hide his weakness.

He was also arrogant and full of energy. Seeing Lu Bu pushing him to the forefront but with another force to maintain it, it can be said that his mind is quite complicated at this moment, but even if it is so complicated, the glory engraved in the blood belongs to his own persistence will never be allowed to be humiliated by anyone!

"The mysterious bird of heaven descended and was born in Shang, and the land of Yin was shining brightly. The ancient emperor ordered Wu Tang to be in the four directions of the main domain. After the order, there were nine. Shang's orders. He was ordered to be the last. He was not defeated. In Wu Ding's grandson, Wu Ding's grandson, and Wu King were invincible.

The dragon and the dragon are ten cyclones, and the great vegetation is inherited. The country has a thousand miles of land and the people are stopped. The four seas are in the beginning. The four seas come to the vacant world, and the Qiqi. Jing Yuan Weihe River, Yin received the order, and what is the Bailu? "The "Xuanniao" in the Book of Songs was written in one go by Guo Jia. He said it with ups and downs.

Lu Bu seemed to understand but he only remembered a sentence in "The Investiture of Gods": The mysterious bird of destiny descended and gave birth to Shang. Is there any state in the world that has a relationship with the Investiture of Gods? He couldn't figure it out!

Unexpectedly, Wang Yun understood Guo Jia's "The Legend of Bird", but unexpectedly got angry on the spot.

"Bold! You are full of yelling! There are more than nine provinces in the world? The Han people all know that the Han emperors and the people of the world today have 13 states in total! You still claim to be knowledgeable and literary, but you don't even understand this common sense!"

Guo Jia's face remained unchanged. He glanced at Wang Yun calmly and instantly understood Wang Yun's thoughts. Wang Yun's question was deliberately asked this question. The answers to several states in the world were not the only ones. The allusions of the nine tripods and nine states of the ancient Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors and the reality of the thirteen states of the Eastern Han Dynasty. No matter which kind of answer he answered, Wang Yun would definitely deny it, and then seize the opportunity to question it!

"There were originally nine states in the world, and the Xuanniao scriptures were proven in the Xuanniao books, so there is no doubt about this. However, generations of Han emperors have been "mandated by heaven" as the Xuanniao said. The Nine Tripods and Nine States have spread across the next generation of their great achievements, so there is a saying of thirteen states. Therefore, the emperor said that the world is a few states, and the world is a few states. Wang Yuzhou asked this question that only the emperor could answer, but he had already thought of the answer in his heart. Don't he feel that he was outspoken?"

As Wang Yun listened, sweat gradually emerged. He didn't dare to think about whether Guo Jia's words could be preserved if they were heard by Emperor Liu Hong of Han, could he still be the name of a loyal minister?

Huang Pusong's expression, which was originally cold-eyed, changed completely. After hearing Guo Jia's words, his heart instantly bounced a beat. It was really reasonable that Guo Jia said it was so reasonable. He simply said the black ones to white ones, and the false ones to ironclad it. He even had a piece of news in his heart that almost believed that Wang Yun was really uneasy.

Seeing that Wang Yun didn't dare to continue talking, he was silently grieved on this sensitive topic. Huang Pusong quickly tried to smooth things over: Fengxiao and Senior Brother Zi's argumentative papers are purely friendship, so why hurt each other's harmony? Fengxian, are you right?

When Lu Bu saw Wang Yun’s face covered with a thousand bitter gourds, he had already praised Guo Jia in his heart. It was so satisfying!

If it was because he himself was not so relieved, but when he thought of Diao Chan's relief, he would be able to vent his anger on his beloved Chan'er, his tenderness towards Chan'er suddenly turned into a happy smile.

"Wang Yuzhou, can you be convinced by the great talent Guo Jia of our residence? Do you need to argue again? Do you want this general to help you mediate?" Lu Bu smiled kindly at Huang Pusong and said with great concern to "mediation".

Wang Yun's old face turned red and changed for a while before he said in a deep voice: If you don't care about it, I lost one of the debates, but other aspects are not certain.

"Enough, don't forget that this place is a place for military discussion, not a place for you to compete on Confucianism!" Huang Pusong saw that the smell of gunpowder was still alive, and shouted with his prestige.

Guo Jia walked lightly and retreated behind Lu Bu very low-key. Wang Yun only felt a heavy blow hit the soft cotton. When Huang Pusong shouted at him, he immediately closed his mouth in disappointment.

Huang Pusong looked at Guo Jia and Wang Yun coldly again, patted the general armor on his body, and said: Today's battle report and the battle officer has counted it. This is undoubtedly a great victory that has never been seen before: killing the enemy general Guan Hai, capturing the enemy general Zhou Cang alive, chasing the Yellow Turban more than ten miles, and killing nearly half of the enemy. But will you satisfy a small victory? What is the loss of 6,000 people counting for the Yellow Turban ant thief who often costs more than 100,000?

"You said, what qualifications do you have to be complacent? What reason do you have to just want to celebrate with a carnival? Don't forget that we have put your Majesty's expectations and expectations. Don't forget that our situation is still not optimistic! If you are not careful, you will die every day!

"General Huangpu, what you said is a bit arbitrary? We have the military general General Lu Bu, and the literary ones Guo Jia and Mr. Wang Yun. The elite army has nearly 40,000, and they resist the city and defend it. Even if they cannot win, they can maintain an invincible situation!" Zhao Guangran often saw Lu Bu showing off, and stood up and made his voice unwillingly.

But after he spoke, he found that the atmosphere around him suddenly became strange.

Huang Pusong looked at him with cold eyes and shouted coldly: Shut up, don’t disturb the morale of the army!

If he had to rely on the Yanmen County soldiers in Zhao Guangran's hand, Huang Pusong would have someone beat him out...

Then Huang Pusong took a deep breath and barely did the table, which made the tension in the table fade a little.

"The most terrifying thing about the Yellow Turban Ant Thief is the large number of people and unprecedented unity. The dangerous sea of ​​soldiers formed by the large number of people and the unprecedented unity formed by the common belief always makes us helpless and consume a lot of troops! You guys, can there be a way to disintegrate the large number of people and unity of the Yellow Turban Ant Thief?"

The people here bowed their heads one after another, some really thought hard, while others were trying to avoid being asked about advice.

Guo Jia's eyes were flowing out, and he was caught by Lu Bu who was always watching him, but Lu Bu was not saying anything more.

Wang Yun's eyes rolled, and showed a sarcastic smile towards Lu Bu. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly stepped out and said: Brother Huang Pu, Zishi heard that on the way from Jia County to Changshe, General Lu Bu had captured a group of more than 5,000 Yellow Turban thieves. I wonder where these bandits are now?

Huang Pusong glanced at Lu Bu and said lightly: This is what we need to ask Fengxian. These more than 5,000 people were captured by Fengxian, and Fengxian was always in charge of custody!

"I have released these people back because they are not the so-called Yellow Turban thieves at all, but just ordinary people!" Lu Bu blurted out his lies.

In fact, he did not let these more than 5,000 people go away, and he kept them well. After leaving the food and grass in the military camp to save them, they would starve to death. After raising them for a while, Lu Bu was able to add a group of recruiting places while calming his conscience.

"Lu Bu! Who gives you the courage and who gives you the power to release the Yellow Turban thieves?" Wang Yun was overjoyed when he heard this and immediately asked sternly.

"Is he really let go?" Huang Pusong asked seriously. His thoughts were very complicated. He hoped that Lu Bu would let them go, but also that Lu Bu would not let them go.

"Yes!" Lu Bu pointed his head heavily.

"He is talking nonsense. I saw thousands of ragged yellow turbans in his camp yesterday! It is obvious that they have not been released. Don't be deceived!" Zhao Guangran jumped out again.

Lu Bu looked at Zhao Guangran with gritted teeth. He did not expect to meet such a person with a deep hidden wolf-hearted dog barking. Because of the friendly relations along the way, the people in Lu Bu's army were rarely guarded against Zhao Guangran, so...

A feeling of powerlessness hit Lu Bu. Lu Bu knew that the fate of more than 5,000 people was no longer under his control at this moment.

Zeng Nuo, who had been swearing at the beginning, now thinks, is so vulnerable. Can he still keep their safety?
Chapter completed!