Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Handed over the paper in his hand: "There are some matters in the court that need to be reviewed by the Prime Minister."

"Yeah." Dong Zhuo stretched out his hand: "Bring it here."

Putting the book in his hand, Li Ru lowered his head and thought about it.

"Xiangguo, when I entered the courtyard just now, I saw Wen Hou leave, with an ugly expression on his face, what happened?"

Holding the book, Dong Zhuo didn't flip through it, but threw it on the table.

Li Ru has always been under his command as a planner, Dong Zhuo was not surprised when asked about this matter.

After telling Li Ru the whole story, Dong Zhuo looked at him.

"Do you think Lu Bu can still be trusted?"

Li Ru also frowned at this time, and said after thinking for a long time.

"Xiangguo, it's too rash to conclude that Wen Hou has two minds just because of this."

"The situation is unstable at this time. If Xiangguo creates a estrangement with Wen Hou at this time, someone with a heart will take advantage of it. We should have a stable relationship with Wenhou. As for that Diaochan, if Wenhou wants it, so what if Xiangguo just gives it to him? "

"Xiangguo should focus on the overall situation."

Dong Zhuo raised his eyebrows and waved his hands: "I see, you can go down."

As for whether he listened to Li Ru's words, no one knew.

But Dong Zhuo at least believed in one thing, he definitely didn't feel wrong about Lu Bu's killing intent towards him just now.

It is impossible for him to let a person who wants to kill him be by his side.

Vocals always have choices that have to be made, hahaha

Hello everyone, if there is no accident today, there should be no update. Don't rush to send the blade. Today I just want to chat with you, and it should be the last time.

About a year ago, one summer before college, I was riding the bus home.I hope I can earn tuition fees by myself, but part-time jobs are really difficult. I have sent flyers and worked as a waiter, but it is still not as good as the tuition fees. The freshman scholarships of the university will not be given out at the beginning of the semester. If there is no accident, When the university starts, I have to ask my parents for money again.

This is something I try to avoid, but maybe there is no way. I turned on my phone and browsed the page without purpose, and accidentally saw a push post about the Battle of Changping.After reading it carefully, I had a different interest in this war. Anyway, I had nothing to do, so I looked up relevant information. For the first time, I found history so interesting.

40 people died in the Battle of Changping. Why did Bai Qi issue such an order? Zhao Kuo talked about it on paper, but he fought to the end. Was it really unbearable? I wondered a lot.From Changping, I thought of the long history of China. On the bus, I suddenly thought, I want to write a novel about history.

I thought, write those history books.China's thousands of years of displacement, the prosperous times that have appeared, and the romantic figures who once stood by the river in the mighty river.

Compared with those, I think life today is really worth cherishing. There is no war, no disaster, no disturbance.We can read all the books we want and do most things we want.

And these, aren't they all established by those seldom-reviewed histories?

I thought about what kind of ideal Zhang Qian had in his heart to connect China and the West when he embarked on the road to the Western Regions.I thought about it, Zheng He's seven voyages to the West, what is the prospect of watching the waves wash away?

The river is full of red, and the sky is full of people. Who is accompanied by horses and horses?Who wrote Yi Anbang with a letter of remonstrance and deep words?Who is wearing the dragon robe, sitting in the golden hall, and wants all nations to be king?

The shame of the Eight-Power Allied Forces once knocking on the country's gate; the Nanjing Massacre by the Japanese aggressors made people's eyes bloodshot with anger.The artillery fire crossed the ocean and bombarded our land. Who made the first roar?The bullet passed across the shoulder, and when fear dominated dignity, who was the first to stand in the direction of the gun?

This is just a country that has just been established for less than 70 years. It has only been one generation since the war continued and the people were in dire straits, and now basically everyone has more than enough food and clothing.We who grew up in peace have never experienced war, never felt the cruelty of death, and never experienced the shame and desolation after despair.It was that generation who used their flesh and blood to expel the enemy.On the day of the founding of the People's Republic of China, I don't know if they ever wailed.

That generation, despite making many mistakes, still led the country on the right track.When the New Deal first came into effect, they already had silver hair all over their heads.In the flames of war, they, the country they built with their flesh and blood, the country they built for us.

I want to try to say it, these, and convey it to more people.

On that day, I started to write, maybe I was too hasty, I didn’t have any preparations, but the imagination on the bus all the way became the reason for me to write.

How can the history of 2000 years be written so easily?

I don't understand history, I don't have enough literary knowledge, and now, I feel that I don't have the original feeling.

A reader once asked me, have you ever been moved by your characters, have you ever cried, and what were you thinking at that time?

I said, I was very happy at that time.

I was really happy, because at that time, I knew that I had written a little bit, although only a little bit, a bit of the amazing style in history.I am also full of joy.

Some readers once said that I changed him a lot.

I replied that I was glad I wasn't doing something pointless.

Really, I'm really thankful.

I remember someone said in a comment a few days ago that I, as a college student, don’t have the pressure of life, so I don’t need to be so anxious, I think about it before writing.

My father doesn't have a job, and my mother earns 3000 yuan a month, moving goods in supermarkets.When there was no manuscript fee at the beginning, every time I asked my family for money, I didn't know how to ask, and I didn't dare to ask for it.

I really dare not, I really dare not take the money that my mother took with her shoulders.

Later, I got the manuscript fee, I was able to support myself, and I was able to give the rest of the money to my family.When I took money home for the first time, I remember very clearly the way my parents smiled at that time.

I live on campus, but I will go home on weekends and have dinner with them.I helped wash the vegetables that day, and my mother was behind me.

She told me, seeing that you are so tired every time you come back, if you are really tired, stop writing, the most important thing is good health.

I looked back at her, not knowing what to say.

She never told me if she was tired, I was tired, what about her?

Every month, for my little living expenses, what she does for me, she has never told me whether she is tired or not.

I really want to make more money so they can rest and rest.

Maybe I was too sloppy and wrote casually.

Perhaps, I was changed by money and wanted to make more money.

Gradually, I couldn't find my original feeling, and couldn't find the things I wanted to write.

I know what you're saying.

I like to write stories, I have liked it since I was a child, and I have always liked it. I told almost every reader who supported me that it is good if you like it. I am really grateful, and it doesn’t matter if you see pirated copies.

It may be regarded as a scene, but it is really what I think in my heart.

I want to write stories that people like to read and want to read. I can be very grateful that people can chuckle and feel a little bit after reading it.

It's a pity that I have deviated from my original idea now.

I started to have some stories that I didn't know how to continue to write, so that you can laugh at it.

I'm really sorry, really sorry.

My talents are not enough, and my heart is not strong enough, so I can't write what I want to say in my heart, I can't write even the slightest bearing and appearance of those great men, and I can't write stories like history.