Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

Xun Yu also stared at the kit curiously, he was more concerned about Ning Rong's ability to predict things like a god.

"Returning to my lord, this package contains the military and civilian land books of the six counties of Qingzhou, as well as the ten-thousand-word letter of the six counties' joint request to surrender!"

"Oh?"

Hearing what Cao Hong said, Cao Cao became more interested now. He opened the bag and saw two white papers filled with words inside. He took it out and unfolded it with a shake.

Cao Cao fixed his eyes, and his expression was weird for a while, and at the end, his face became more and more joyful.

Xun Yu and the others were very surprised. They didn't know what Ning Rong wrote to make Cao Cao look like this.

"Cough cough cough... Let Wen Ruo take a look too! I never thought that Zhiyuan has such... such literary talents!" Cao Cao coughed twice in embarrassment, and really didn't want to say those words.

Oh?

Xun Yu took the blank paper and read out silently:

Born to steam people, there must be a Simu, and today is a Mu, who is not a son!

Brother Yu has no great ambitions, but only hopes to live in the world, wishing not to be as good as my brother.

Brother Xinzai, who climbed the scales and attached wings, was a picture book early on, and Ning Zhaomin.

The leader of the clan alliance, for the sake of his nationality, is attached to Yan, Sirong is enough.

Shu Shangxin was in Muye, and he couldn't bear to say it; he held his son and baby in Xianyang, but he didn't dare to hear his fate.Around Fen and Jin Dynasties, it still needs to be compiled, and there is no time to predict the meeting in the future.

……

Xun Yu had a strange face, pointed at the white paper, and looked at Cao Cao again, "This... is this written by Zhiyuan?"

Cao Cao twitched his eyebrows, smiled broadly, rolled his eyes at Cao Hong, and nodded.

"Heh...hehe..." Xun Yu laughed dryly, "This Ning Zhiyuan was photographed by this horse... However, if my lord writes a letter to Yuan Shao like this, a war will definitely be avoided!"

"Of course!"

Cao Cao nodded affirmatively, and opened the military and civilian land books vigorously, without any gloomy feeling just now.

He couldn't understand Yuan Benchu ​​too well, and he pretended to be a corporal of courtesy all day long, and often compared himself to Duke Zhou.

But how arrogant and arrogant he is in his heart, he has never looked down on those children from poor families, Ning Rong's article is exactly what he wants.

I believe that as long as he dedicates Qingzhou and shows an appearance of obedience, the narcissistic Yuan Shao will definitely accept his kindness.

Alliance under the city?

snort!

Cao Cao thought of Yuan Shao's proud appearance, and his eyes showed a firm look.

just wait!

One day, what's mine will be mine, and what's yours will still be mine!

"Zilian, do these people really exist in Qingzhou?"

Cao Cao suddenly picked up the book beside him and asked.

"Hey... Zhiyuan said, it was there before, but now..." Cao Hong smiled cheaply.

The 80 yellow scarves have surrendered, I'm afraid Ning Rong would have evacuated Qingzhou long ago!

Xun Yu and Cao Cao looked at each other and laughed in unison.

What a big hole!

……

Ning Rong!

Ning Rong, whom Cao Cao was talking about, was yelling and assigning tasks at this time.

"Hey, big boy, go and light the fire! Hurry up and boil the water!"

"San Pang, look at the dumpling you made, it looks like a fist, you can eat it yourself later!" Ning Rong glared at San Pang angrily, he can't even make dumplings.

"Hey... Erwa is still smart, and she can learn it as soon as she learns it!" Guo Jia said in praise of Erwa's head silently.

Erwa's little red face is really cute, and her small eyes are staring at those dumplings.

"You still have the nerve to say it, you just know how to drink it! You don't need to eat it later!"

Guo Jia originally heard that Ning Rong was going home to make dumplings, so he made two with great interest, but suddenly felt bored, so he left it alone.

"Hey, the dumplings coming home, get out of the noodles! Since Zhiyuan said, I still have to eat one of these dumplings, but it doesn't matter, the ones made by Mo Shubao are very good!"

Glancing at Moshu's oddly shaped dumplings, Ning Rong wouldn't even eat one if he was killed.

Chapter 2 Zhendong General's Mansion

Zhendong General Mansion.

Two pairs of stone lions face the wind proudly, a row of iron halberds are inserted horizontally on both sides, the fluttering red tassels exude awe-inspiring murderous aura, and dozens of rows of horse-hitting posts span half the street.

Ning Rong yawned and rubbed his hazy eyes. Last night, he and Guo Jia sang to the moon and talked about the affairs of Yanzhou. They quarreled until midnight, but after all, they got drunk without eating dumplings.

"Hey! The lord has been promoted? General Zhendong?"

Ning Rong looked up at the brand new plaque, and happily asked Guo Jia.

"Hmm! The Son of Heaven is credited with sweeping the Yellow Turbans! Promoted to Yanzhou Mu, Zhendong General!" Guo Jia clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with the flames of struggle.

Although Yanzhou Mu is in charge of the military and political power in Yanzhou, Guo Jia has not taken it seriously.

What he cares about is General Zhendong!This is a very high position, the key is that General Zhendong has the power to open government offices!

In other words, being able to appoint your own bureaucrats is equivalent to having your own small yamen, and you can form your own team in an open and above board manner.

In this way, some things are easy to do!

After listening to Guo Jia's explanation, Ning Rong finally understood that General Zhendong had such great power.

The generals in the Han Dynasty had many titles, divided into six grades, and there were nearly [-] titles. So many generals were naturally worthless.

Ning Rong fainted long ago when he heard Guo Jia's names of generals one by one.

Looking up at the sky, he sighed speechlessly, there is no reason for a big man not to perish.