Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

It was the first time to meet such a well-known dignitary in the world, but he lost his appearance so far. Not only Zhuge Gui felt ashamed at that moment, but Zhuge Jin, the elder brother who was still an official and almost a young man with a weak crown, also blushed. Even the younger brother Zhuge Jun was sensitively aware that the atmosphere was not right, and couldn't help but secretly clutched the robe of the second brother who caused the disaster.

Lu Bu's eyelids twitched, his eyes were indifferent.

He didn't care about it with children, he just wondered that although these oranges were relatively rare, they were not tasty, yet they were so favored by people, how many would he take away quietly?

It is obviously sour and hard to swallow.

The most calm of the two present, apart from Lu Bu, who was wandering in the sky, only Guo Jia, who was lying there in a daze and was still out of shape after being hit by an orange, was the culprit who caused this catastrophe, Zhuge Liang.

After being stunned for a moment, Yan Qing suddenly remembered the 24-year-old story of Lu Ji's pregnancy with oranges, and then took a closer look at the man in front of him, who had just turned ten years old, and was just in the middle of a stroke, but his aura was just showing up. The confident little boy smiled.

He casually raised his hand, and stopped Zhuge Gui from panicking and pleading guilty. He didn't ask malicious questions like Yuan Shu in the allusion, but he took the initiative to save the siege and said, "Liang Lang was killed by the second sister in his family." Take it, want to return it and leave what you love?"

Hearing the hidden smile in Yan Qing's voice, it was not difficult to detect the kindness released, Zhuge Gui's cold sweat gradually stopped rolling down.

Zhuge Liang showed a slight look of surprise, he couldn't help showing a little more obedience and respect on his face, he also put away the defensive mode he had put on after the incident of pregnant oranges was exposed, and bowed obediently, solemnly, but with an uncontrollable expression on his face. The baby's voice said softly, "Master Mingjian."

Yan Qing caught that unexpected title, couldn't help being slightly surprised, and then blinked at the serious Zhuge Liang without a trace.

Zhuge Liang: "..."

You are a little guy who is not as tall as someone else's waist, and you still stick your nose and put your face on your face, what kind of master do you call me? !

Zhuge Gui lowered his head and didn't know the eye contact between the two. Hearing this ignorant address, he was almost so angry that he couldn't help but beat the second son who was always too shrewd. He could only confess again in shame. Said: "Children are ignorant, don't imitate ministers—"

Yan Qing chuckled, her tone was as calm as gossip, but she was so kind that people could listen to it comfortably, and said slowly: "What's the problem? I see that although your three sons are still young, they have extraordinary talents. , given time, if you carve it carefully, it will become a great tool. And Liang Lang went to the banquet tonight, and he did not forget to take care of his sisters at home. His conduct is also excellent; Fortunately, you have taught me well. If they are still willing to serve with me when they reach the crown, I will welcome them very much. As for Liang Lang’s lord, I will write it down, and he will not be able to escape.”

After these words, they not only expressed the reassurance of the iron post, but also praised his three sons once again, and praised his teaching. Zhuge Gui was moved to tears on the spot, and his lips moved a few times. When she didn't know how to speak, Zhuge Jin had already brought her two younger brothers to salute in a polite manner to express her gratitude, and she dared not be worthy of her reputation.

With Yan Qing's current status and status, not to mention words and deeds, as long as the evaluation just now spreads, even if it is not deliberately publicized, it will be enough to make the three sons of Zhuge's family famous for a while and gain a lot.

After Zhuge Liang thanked him, he added firmly: "Let's not say that a good bird chooses a tree to live in, and a good minister chooses a master to do things. A gentleman should say a word, and a four-horse horse is hard to chase. How can he regret it in the future?"

Seeing that the prime minister with Baozi's face turned on him, Yan Qing was very happy in his heart, but he also solemnly echoed the festival, and said: "What Liang Lang said is very true. Then choosing a day is worse than rushing to the day, and I will Your name is pre-entered in the official list, and there is another important task for you."

Zhuge Gui raised his throat again in one breath.

Zhuge Jin: "..."

Why did the lord take a serious joke with Liang Lang?

What important tasks can a ten-year-old child handle?

Such a koi that will shine in the future happily wants to jump into his fish pond, Yan Qing is enough to be modest once, how can he really let Zhuge Liang go?

He is not afraid that Zhuge Liang will not keep his promise. There are two main reasons: one is that as long as he can stabilize and not collapse, it is undoubtedly the best and most natural choice to become an official with him; A famous minister who demands and restrains himself with extremely high moral standards, is three years old and can look old, let alone ten years old?The third is that Zhuge Liang does not have a negative attitude of avoiding the world, but he does have an ambition to realize it. In the long period of ten years before he can reach the crown, Yan Qing has plenty of time to give Zhuge's family a thorough branding of his own power. imprint.

Zhuge Liang is still young after all, except for his height that stands out from the crowd among his peers, and his little arrogance that is proportional to his wisdom.

When the oranges rolled down, he was actually beating his heart, and he only pretended to be quite successful, but when Yan Qing, who was really famous all over the world, fell in love with him, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

Yan Qing's next sentence came slowly: "Then you will be ordered to study hard in the future."

Zhuge Liang: "...here."

His father and brother were greatly relieved.

After chatting, Yan Qing allowed them to leave with satisfaction, and gave them a few large baskets of oranges to go down, which solidified the heart-warming story of the friendly sister "Liang Lang is pregnant with oranges".

Lu Bu asked curiously, "Why does my lord praise them so much? That's quite childish."

Yan Qing groaned, really thought about it, and then said: "In order to prevent them from being crooked... I will write a letter of recommendation to Zheng Xuan later, and ask him to accept them."

Guo Jia's drunken voice suddenly came: "Mr. Zheng has always taught without discrimination, my lord doesn't have to be like this."

Yan Qing did not insist: "Then I will listen to you." The subject changed, "How long are you going to stay here?"

Guo Jia smiled slyly: "I'm about to ask someone to prepare the bedding."

Yan Qing: "..." This unscrupulous person actually plans to sleep right here?

It's late November now, and even if the cold wind doesn't come as suddenly as in the Northland, it has cooled down a lot.Even if a brazier could be lit in the living room, it was impossible for Yan Qing to indulge him who was too lazy to go back to his room and just sleep on the thin mat.

He didn't talk nonsense to Guo Jia, and cast a helpless glance at Lu Bu. Lu Bu understood instantly, without saying a word, leaned over and picked Guo Jia up easily, and strode towards the guest room.

Although it was his own order, Lu Bu only executed it perfectly, but watching Guo Jia "nuggle" in the arms of the tall and burly Lu Bu... , there is actually a bit of weird harmony.

——He just expressed his intention to send Guo Jia back to his room, just send someone, don't need to hug him personally.

Still a princess hug.

This thought flashed like lightning, and Yan Qing subconsciously followed a few steps, then inexplicably felt a little weird in his heart, and didn't want to continue anymore, so he simply flicked his sleeves, turned and went back to the room first.

Almost at the moment when Yan Qing stopped and turned around, Lu Bu noticed it. He turned his head in doubt and didn't think about it carefully. He just wanted to quickly throw this unsightly hot potato into the room, so he raised his voice and said, " Bu will be there soon," and ran to the yard where the guest lived at a quicker pace.

Seeing that Lu Bu didn't keep up, Yan Qing's feeling of strangeness deepened again, until he returned to the bedroom, and after retreating from the screen, he just sat on the couch and stared at the dancing candlelight, stunned for a rare moment, unexpectedly Nothing is done.

But the scene just now is still lingering in my mind.

When Lu Bu came back in a hurry, the shoes had just taken off, and when he looked up, he saw that although the lord sitting in front of the desk was holding a pen, he hadn't written a single word, but was quietly expressing himself in a way mixed with inquiry and doubt... He couldn't explain clearly to some Lu Bu, but he could vaguely feel the creepy eyes, staring at him closely.

Lu Bu grunted, swallowed, and desperately recalled what he had done wrong recently, approached cautiously, and asked, "Master, do you want to write a letter?"

These words were like a small stone thrown into the middle of the lake, and Yan Qing regained his calm expression, and also withdrew the look that made Lu Bu extremely uneasy, and continued to bury his head, writing a few strokes at random: "Yeah. Pass the water, you Reeking of alcohol."

Lu Bu was bluntly disgusted by Yan Qing's alcohol smell, but was very happy - the implication was that he was going to stay with him.

He has always been one-sided in front of Yan Qing, and unless necessary, he will basically not cover up the slightest bit. Yan Qing rubbed the scribbled paper and threw it aside. The whole process of stripping off clothes, taking a bath, and seriously lighting up the incense.

Although this gaze is not sharp, it is like a shadow, how could Lu Bu not notice it?

After Yan Qing's quiet gaze disappeared from the cubicle screen, Lu Bu, who has always been fearless, was stunned for a while, and his stomach was scratched even more, but it was so, and he didn't find any suspicious clues.

What happened?

Lu Bu changed into his bed clothes with a bitter face, wiped his wet hair with a towel, and walked out of the cubicle. Yan Qing looked away and asked the first question nonchalantly: "Has Fengxiao delivered?"

Lu Bu replied without hesitation: "It has been delivered."

Yan Qing said: "Is it sinking?"

Lu Bu said honestly, "It's no different from carrying a chicken."

Yan Qing said: "Did you bring the peach tree back?"

Lu Bu said, "Bring it back."

……

The questions Yan Qing asked were very simple, but there were a lot of them. Lu Bu was careful at the beginning, but as time went on, he became more numb, basically relying on his instinct to answer the questions.

All of a sudden, Yan Qing's face remained normal, and he suddenly asked a very dangerous question: "After winning the battle, did you drink flower wine with the soldiers and find prostitutes?"

Lu Bu: "No—eh?!"

Yan Qing didn't give him time to catch his breath, and continued to ask questions non-stop: "You and Ding Yuan fell out, does it have anything to do with you being single at the moment?"

After Lu Bu was stunned, he woke up, smelling uneasiness by intuition, and just about to think about it before answering, Yan Qing yelled rather fiercely: "Answer!"

Lu Bu's scalp was numb, and he could only stammer: "...he wants to marry a distant relative to me as his wife, but I refuse, so I won't be treated so well."

As soon as the words fell, and I don't know if it was an illusion, Lu Bu suddenly felt that most of the dense clouds above his head had dissipated in an instant.

Yan Qing looked at him anxiously for a while, then smiled slightly and a villain came to complain first: "Why are you so nervous? Just ask casually, go to sleep."