The Three Kingdoms

"Damn it, what do you guys want to do by breaking into my mansion and taking my wife and children with you?"

When Jiang Jiong heard this, her heart turned cold, her eyes suddenly became murderous, with a long sword in her hand across her body, without any fear of the men in black, she yelled and scolded.

"Captain Jiang, please!"

The men in black didn't answer, but just pointed to the inside of the room.

"Ma'am, don't worry, I'm here for my husband, I'm sure Paul will be safe!"

Jiang Jiong took a deep breath, put down the long sword in his hand, and walked into the lobby of the house. Now that his son is in someone else's hands, he can't do without going in, and he also wants to know who has touched himself under his nose house.

"It's him?"

As soon as he stepped in and looked up, he saw a face that made him pale with horror.

Moreover, the scene in the lobby seemed a little weird, without the slightest sign of tension, and it looked a little warm.

In the lobby, beside the desk, a young man in a Confucian robe sits cross-legged, patiently educating a five-year-old boy to read: "Xiaowei, you like this book so much, read it, what's on it?" word?"

"Three...ten...six, this..." The little boy was wearing a light gray cloth, his black hair was neatly combed, and he was not afraid of the Confucian robed youth beside him, his black jade eyes were unusually bright.

"This word reads tricks, tricks!"

"count!"

"Yes, 36 counts!"

"36 counts!"

The little boy looked at the title of the book above, repeated it, and said excitedly: "Uncle, my father likes this book very much. He often said that as long as I can read this book well, I can go to the battlefield with him in the future. Uncle , can you teach me how to read it!"

"Xiaowei, this is not an ordinary book, this is a book on military tactics, you know?"

"Uncle, what kind of military book?"

"The book of war is the book that teaches you how to fight?"

"Uncle, does it mean that I can read this book well, so that I can go to the battlefield with my father in the future?" Xiaotong asked innocently.

"You're still young, I'll teach you how to read this book when you learn all the characters above, okay?" the young man in Confucianism robe said with a smile.

"Okay, Xiaowei must learn these words with heart, but uncle, don't you know that you don't count your words?" The little boy said eagerly: "Father often doesn't count his words!"

"will not!"

The young man in the Confucian robe patted his little head, and said, "Uncle is an official bigger than your father, he keeps his word, and he promises what he says!"

"Then let's pull the hook!"

"it is good!"

Two hands, one big and one small, are hooked together.

"Zhuge Kongming!"

Jiang Jiong spat out a name in a daze, and his voice of gnashing his teeth echoed constantly in the lobby.

"Father!"

Hearing this, little Jiang Wei looked up and saw his father walking in. He stood up happily and rushed directly to his father's, hugging his father's hard thigh: "You haven't been home for many days, baby and mother miss you so much !"

"good!"

Jiang Jiong looked at his son, raised the sword lightly in his hand, but pushed him towards his wife with one hand: "Xiaowei, stay by your mother's side, don't run around!"

"Father, what are you doing? Uncle is a good man, and he still taught me how to read?" Little Jiang Wei asked quickly.

"Lieutenant Jiang, we haven't seen each other for a long time!"

Zhuge Liang's figure was as steady as Mount Tai, still sitting cross-legged. He raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Jiang Jiong, and raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "Your mansion is full of my soldiers. You only have a sword in your hand now. Even if your martial arts are extraordinary, comparable to Lu Zhao, if you can kill alone, your wife and children will not be able to kill you, if I were you, I would put down my sword and sit down peacefully!"

Hearing this, Jiang Jiong's face was livid, and the back of his hand holding the long sword trembled a little. Let alone his martial arts are thousands of miles away from Lu Zhao, even if his martial arts can beat Lu Zhao, it is impossible to disregard his wife and children.

After a while, he put down the sword in his hand a little dejectedly, and a man in black stepped forward and took his sword away.

"Xiaowei, come, uncle will teach you how to read!"

Zhuge Liang waved at Xiao Jiang Wei as if nothing had happened.

Little Jiang Wei looked at his father, then at Zhuge Liang, walked up boldly, and whispered in Zhuge Liang's ear, "Uncle, aren't you a good friend of my father? Why is my father so angry?"

"Hehe, we are very good friends, your father is angry with himself, you will understand in the future!"

"Oh!"

Little Jiang Wei scratched his head, the adult world is really complicated!

Jiang Jiong took a deep breath, calmed down, and looked at Zhuge Liang: "Zhuge Kongming, the commander-in-chief of the third war zone of the Great Wu Dynasty, has hundreds of thousands of soldiers in his hands. The battle at Jieting, the decisive battle at Wuzhangyuan, if you use your troops wisely, you can kill them in one breath." I have hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers in the Wei army, and I am famous all over the world. I thought you were a brave man, but I never thought that you are actually a despicable person. Resentment, what kind of a hero you are for taking my wife and children!"

"I'm not a hero, I'm just a Zhuge Commander who uses all means to achieve his goals!" Zhuge Liang didn't care about his sarcasm at all, and said lightly: "Our Majesty has a saying that I always keep in mind, regardless of whether a cat is black or white. A mouse is a good cat, as long as I win, there will be no casualties!"

"What do you want?" Jiang Jiong clenched his fists and asked loudly.

"I want you to submit to my Great Wu, how about it?" Zhuge Liang asked.

"Wishful thinking!" Jiang Jiong directly refused: "My head, Jiang Jiong, is here. If you want to pick it up, I won't say anything, but if you want me to surrender, don't waste your tongue!"

"Why bother?"

Zhuge Liang picked up a wine cup on the case table, took a sip of the wine, and said with a smile: "You swear to the death that you don't want to surrender. I have no choice but to kill you with one knife and set Jiang's house on fire. Guess what?" , What will be written in the future is what historians will write. Let me tell you, Jiang Jiong, whose name is Zhongyi, was born in Xiliang, and he was a captain in Chang'an. Foolishly loyal to Cao Wei, kill yourself to become benevolent..."

"To shut up!"

Jiang Jiong's face was green and red for a while.

"It seems that you are not very loyal to Cao Wei!" Zhuge Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strange color flashed across his eyes: "Then why would you rather die than surrender to my Great Wu Dynasty?"

"Master Zhuge treats me like a brother, I will be loyal to him, how can I betray him!" Jiang Jiong shouted: "You should kill me, if you have mercy, let my wife and children go!"

"It seems that you are loyal to Zhuge Jun, not Cao Wei, so it's easy!" Zhuge Liang patted the startled little Jiang Wei, and said, "If you want the best of both worlds, I can give you an idea to get the best of both worlds." !"

"The best of both worlds?"

Jiang Jiong was puzzled.

"You asked Zhuge Jun to surrender, isn't that the best of both worlds?"

"Master Zhuge is loyal to Great Wei, how could he surrender?"