There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

The potter shook his head vigorously: "Children have one child, this is the iron law, and it is absolutely not allowed to change."

After all, the potter had already eaten one, and took out the other one in his hand, and was about to bite.

But a beautiful hand stretched out from the potter's head, and took the popsicle from his hand at once.

The potter stood up hastily, but saw Diao Chan put the popsicle in her mouth with a smile.

"Okay, the three of you are hiding here to eat alone, and you don't even call me?" Diao Chan licked the popsicle lightly, and then couldn't help being stunned.

Delicious food!

The two children looked at Diao Chan with expressions as if they were about to cry.

Diao Chan turned to look at the potter in surprise: "He, what happened to them?"

The potter pouted at the popsicle in Diao Chan's hand, and said: "This is the last one for today, madam, what you ate is their last hope for today. The popsicle was snatched away by the mother, it's like a childhood nightmare also."

Diao Chan frowned, the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

Why is it "diao away"?

She looked at the pottery merchant and said, "My husband, you made this thing?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you do more?"

""

"If my husband does a few more, there will be no such things. So, the person who really bullied the children is you, my husband."

The potter raised his head and sighed: "It seems that you are not the children's nightmare, but mine."

At the moment, I saw the pottery merchant ordered people to bring in the materials and make a new one.

The two boys burst into laughter immediately.

Just after the new popsicles were ready and distributed some to Diao Chan, the two boys, and other female relatives in the inner house, Pei Qian hurried in.

Tao Shang looked at him in surprise: "Look at you in a panic, what's the matter?"

Pei Qian handed over a battle report to the potter.

"Prime Minister, a letter from Jinling City, Lu Su defeated the Sun Family Army, Sun Ce, Sun Quan, Lu Meng and others are all tied up."

The Tao merchant sighed, and said: "Poor Sun Ce is so proud, he dreamed of surpassing me, and now he has defeated Jinling City, it's all caused by his obsession to win, poor, poor."

But after the emotion was over, a smile appeared on the potter's face and he said: "Mr. Sun's death has left a big trouble in my heart. It's a good thing."

But Pei Qian didn't smile.

He whispered to the pottery merchant: "Prime Minister, Lord Han has gone."

"Clap!"

The copper basin filled with water in the hands of the potter fell to the ground.

His expression was a little stiff and a little nervous, completely different from his usual laughing and free-spirited.

"Are you kidding me?" After a while, the pottery merchant popped out such a sentence.

Pei Qian handed another letter to the potter.

"Prime Minister, this is sent back by someone sent by Lu Canjun, and it contains the last words of Mr. Han Fu."

The pottery merchant stood upright for a while, then took the letter from Pei Qian.

He walked aside nervously, sat under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, and opened the letter.

The words Han Hao said before his death were presented to the potter one sentence at a time.

"For ten years, I will keep this foundation for the prime minister and protect my health"

"pat"

A tear fell from the potter's eye socket and fell on the copied letter.

The pottery merchant raised his hand and wiped his red eye circles: "This man said before he left that these are really things that Han Zong can say back then, why can't you insist on it, the world is peaceful, It’s actually not far away.”

"pat"

Another tear fell on the copy letter.

The potter didn't cry, but he didn't try to control his sadness either.

Han Hao was one of the first people who followed him in Hanoi. Over the years, he worked hard to build Jinling City for himself and guard the rear.

Now that he is dead, the pottery merchant is thousands of miles away, but he cannot send him off.

Do you still want to be stingy with these few tears?

Pottery merchants would not be like Cao Cao or Liu Bei, who heard the news of the death of their subordinates and howled loudly to infect other subordinates.

His ego wouldn't allow him to do something like that.

But he is also a man of temperament.

He just found a corner, and silently expressed his grief with tears, to express his thoughts and memories of his old comrades-in-arms.

Just as the potter's tears fell drop by drop on the copy in his hand, a refreshing coolness suddenly came from his lips.

The two little guys came to his side at some point, and pressed the popsicles in their hands between the potter's lips.

"Father, don't cry."

"Uncle, eat!"

Chapter 868 The Second Elder Comes Out of the Mountain

The two children completely lost their temper when they asked for popsicles just now, but obediently delivered the popsicles to the potter's lips and let him eat them.

Perhaps for children, sharing their favorite things is the best way to comfort them.

The potter settled for a while, touched the heads of the two children, then lowered his head and took a small bite of each of their popsicles.

Life is like this, what more can I ask for?

The next day, the potters went to the Taoist temple where Tao Qian and Wang Yun lived outside the city.