Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

Thanks to the helpless and incompetent Emperor Huanling, the world is in chaos and filthy officials are rampant. The people often can't even eat, let alone pursue any entertainment.

The only entertainment that can be called without threshold is Xiaoge.

Before tonight, Yan Qing would never have imagined that Guo Jia and Lu Bu, who are usually at odds with each other, would be able to hook shoulders and backs after a few bowls of yellow soup, and they would be in amazing harmony.

Lu Bu was dizzy from drinking, and was blown by the cold wind, but he didn't wake up a bit, but stood up suddenly.

Yan Qing was startled, and subconsciously grabbed the corner of his robe tightly: "Don't fall!"

It's a tight grip, but with Lu Bu's tonnage, Yan Qing doesn't think he can hold it if it really rolls down.

Fortunately, even though Lv Bu was very grown up, as a military commander, his feet were not so stable. Even if his mind was in chaos and he was tossing around while muttering, standing on the sloping and slightly slippery roof tiles, he was as stable as walking on the ground.

Yan Qing frowned and looked at him for a moment, seeing that he was fine, he let go of his hand.

Lu Bu didn't notice this at all, his back was straight, his expression was solemn, facing the emptiness of the night sky, he inhaled suddenly, and opened his mouth forgetfully, "Sayyyyyahyah—"

Stand tall and spread far.

This is destined to be an earth-shattering roar that pierces the clouds and cracks rocks, resounding through the sky!

It is the majestic momentum of holding distant mountains and swallowing the Yangtze River, causing thousands of waves and smashing the masts!

Caught off guard, Yan Qing was so shocked that his brain was buzzing, his eyes were staring, and he almost foamed at the mouth.

Guo Jia, however, looked fascinated and intoxicated, and even shouted hello loudly, and actively whistled to make peace.

Lu Bu sang and sang, no longer facing the outside, but began to step on a chaotic beat, circling around Yan Qing.

This whistling and accompaniment, the coordination can be described as intimate, and the effect is immediate - not only disturbing people's dreams, but also like thunderbolts suddenly falling, not to mention causing the soldiers in the yard to rush out noisily. Even half of the unlucky people in the city were probably woken up by the shock.

Rao Yanqing always has a very heavy fan filter when facing Lu Bu, and when listening to this live performance, he can't say that the singing is worthy of the word 'good'.

To say that Lu Bu's own voice is deep and deep, with a mature hoarseness, and it can also become loud and clear on the battlefield, which is not bad.

But when Guo Jia's whistle and Lu Bu's singing voice composed of dialects were all out of tune, and they didn't even run together, it became an out-and-out howl of ghosts and wolves.

Yan Qing took a deep breath, and before he could figure out how to clean up the mess, Zhang Liao, who was wearing pajamas, re-entered the courtyard, shouted at Lu Bu, who was screaming wildly, "Lu Fengxian! What a madness at night! What love songs to sing!"

Yan Qing: "..."

Lu Bu's strange tune sang to him was actually a love song from his hometown?

Lu Bu, who sang passionately and freely intoxicated, suddenly stopped talking.

After he burped unconsciously, he pouted his mouth and tilted his head to look at the screaming Douding below.

It took a while to figure out who it was, Lu Bu sneered: "Little Zhang Maotou, why are you calling your father?"

Zhang Liao was so angry that his face was flushed red, and he was about to scold back when he saw Lu Bushi slam his buttocks abruptly and was about to sit down. Unexpectedly, there was a loud rattling sound, and a burst of gray smoke and broken tiles flew together, making a crackling mess.

When the smoke dissipated, there was only Yan Qing who was helplessly covering his forehead on the roof, and beside him was a big hole, and the other two disappeared.

Yan Qing really didn't expect that the wine transformed from this card, in addition to a small increase in strength, can also greatly increase the sitting power of the buttocks.

Zhang Liao: "..."

What's the matter?

——This drinking and moon appreciation party was forced to end when the drunk Lu Bu accidentally squatted through the roof with his iron buttocks.

It also implicated Guo Jia, who couldn't dodge fast enough, and the two joined hands and fell down the big hole together.

Yan Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Hearing the turmoil below, he hurried down the ladder Guo Jia left there.

In a piece of broken bricks and broken tiles, the two people covered in dust hadn't woken up yet, and they didn't make a fuss anymore. They were sound asleep without any injuries.

Zhang Liao also rushed upstairs and was dumbfounded when he saw the mess, but he was the first to ask Yan Qing, "Master, are you injured?"

"Both of them are fine, can something happen to me?" Yan Qing said with a smile, "Take them down and take a bath."

After thinking for a while, Yan Qing said again: "Since they love each other so much, let them sleep on the same bed."

Seeing Lu Bu being punished, Zhang Liao immediately obeyed.

After such a commotion, Yan Qing was also tired, she shook her head amusingly, and went back to her room to rest on her own.

In the early morning of the next day, Lu Bu woke up automatically, only to feel a splitting headache.

He moaned in pain, clutching his forehead, and was about to sit up with the other hand, but accidentally touched a not-so-soft male body.

What? !

Lu Bu couldn't help but shuddered all over, subconsciously thinking of Dong's greasy hand, his hair stood on end, and his face became extremely horrified.

After seeing Guo Jia, who was just drooling in sleep and unconscious, the tone came out slowly, replaced by a rush of disgust.

That little bastard Zhang Wenyuan must have done something good!

Lu Bu threw the quilt on Guo Jia's face, sniffed the faint alcohol smell left on his body, put on clean clothes with a sullen face, and thought about how to teach Zhang Liao a painful lesson later.

Coincidentally, as soon as he changed, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Liao passing by the window out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't go, bastard!"

Lu Bu's eyes lit up suddenly, he shouted loudly, and was about to run after him.

The next moment, he was face down and fell to the ground suddenly.

——The jacket was put on, but the trousers were forgotten.

On the other hand, Zhang Liao knocked on the door in a daze when he heard the movement, and saw Lu Bu's stupid face on the ground. He was stunned for a while before asking: "What's going on? A thief has entered?"

Lu Bu stood up without saying a word, and hastily wiped the ashes from his face. He didn't see any nosebleeds, and saw that Zhang Liao had thrown himself into a trap. There was no reason to let him go.

His eyes turned red on the spot, and he yelled loudly. A hungry tiger caught a sheep, pressed Zhang Liao to the ground, and beat him up hard.

Zhang Liao was kind enough to see the situation, but he was beaten up for no reason, and he was so angry: "You Lu Fengxian, did you take crazy medicine last night, or was possessed by a demon? It wasn't enough for you to be drunk and crazy last night. You are a big boy today. It's not over yet, is it?"

Lu Bu looked down at him condescendingly, and said with a sneer, "Stinky boy, it would be reasonable to arrange me and that ghost fox on the same bed!"

Zhang Liao laughed back angrily: "What's wrong with me! That's the Lord's order!"

Lu Bu absolutely didn't believe it: "Don't be fooled by me, my lord would do such a thing!"

Zhang Liao's eyes burst into flames: "How dare I pretend to be in the name of the lord! Pig brains! I don't know what good deeds you did last night?!"

Not only did he carry the lord on such a dangerous roof, he also sang the love song like a magic sound, and finally sat on the roof!

Seeing Zhang Liao's angry expression, Lü Bu didn't seem to be deceiving him, and his expression became tangled up.

But he was thinking hard, and he couldn't remember what he did after getting drunk last night.

Could it be that he really did something bad and angered the lord, so that the lord wanted to teach him a lesson and gave this weird order?

He was undecided in his heart, very uneasy, but on the surface he pretended to be more fierce, and said unreasonably: "Well, if you dare to call me a pig's brain, then I will beat you like a pig!"

Zhang Liao was pressed and beaten indiscriminately, and the other party was honest.

Adhering to the principle that a good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, Zhang Liao didn't scold back, but swallowed his anger and tried to reason: "Don't want me, I'm at the same level as you, or a colleague, at most a few years younger than you, why should I— —”

Lu Bu was also injured in many places by Zhang Liao's counterattack, the corners of his mouth were bruised, and his handsome face looked very funny.

But he interrupted Zhang Liao's statement complacently: "Nonsense, the Lord likes me more because of it!"

The corners of Zhang Liao's mouth twitched, and he cursed secretly: This guy is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, especially cheeky.

Zhang Liao tried his best to maintain a calm mind: "You always lose your temper and beat people. When you look back, my lord will punish you again."

These words hit Lu Bu's weak spot, exactly where he was most worried.

Lu Bu squinted his eyes, turned his eyes slightly, and said disdainfully: "Why do you call me a beating, you think you are a big girl, but after a little discussion, you can't touch it?"

Zhang Liao saw that he was stern, so he sneered and said nothing.

Lu Bu got up from his body, still muttering: "You are the only one in the barracks with delicate skin and tender flesh. Go back to the kitchen and get a hot egg to apply, so as not to worry about the tired lord."

Putting it all aside, Zhang Liao rolled his eyes: "You don't need to make sarcastic remarks, I will go too."

He never likes to complain, besides, in the daily competitions, there are people who fight harder than this, so there is no need to worry about this kind of flesh and blood injury.

But it's a mistake to blame myself for still insisting on refusing to apologize, and guilty of being afraid of being hated by the lord, I'm afraid I can't find a second one in the entire military camp.

Zhang Liao straightened his dirty and shuffled robes with a dark face. Lu Bu looked at him quietly, and suddenly said casually, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

Zhang Liao said angrily, "There is almost no food in the city."

Lu Bu stared at him so that he would not fool himself: "So what?"

Zhang Liao: "It is said that my lord wants to change some food, so I asked Chen county magistrate to gather all the people in front of the government house. I also want to go and have a look."

Change food?

Lu Bu looked strange.

Hearing it was unbelievable and made people laugh, but when he thought of his master's miraculous ability, his laughter was suppressed, and his face turned into a strange expression of crying and laughing.

It made Zhang Liao's scalp tingle and his eyelids twitch, he couldn't help asking, "What kind of fanatic are you doing?"

Lu Bu slapped his forehead, thinking that it was all to blame for that stinky fox, coaxing him to drink recklessly, which made him almost miss this important event.

It seemed that the lord was enraged, so he didn't ask him to be a guard by his side even for such a big event.

When Lu Bu was in a bad mood, he quickly recovered his condition and urged, "Why don't you go soon? I have to go and see."

He picked up Zhang Liao's back collar, and rushed out like a fly.

Zhang Liao, a soldier over seven feet tall, looked like a chick under the claws of an eagle. He was easily lifted by Lu Bu, and he was brought out a dozen steps with dull eyes. Then he woke up like a dream, and said angrily: " put me down!"

Lu Zhuan ignored it.

Zhang Liao was furious: "You ran in the wrong direction! You idiot!"

Lu Bu said calmly: "Oh, I didn't say it earlier."

He stopped suddenly, released Zhang Liao, spread his hands lightly and said, "Then you lead the way."

Zhang Liao glared angrily, he didn't have time to argue with him anymore, and strode towards the gate of the north side of the mansion.

Lu Bu followed behind step by step, his face expressionless, but full of sadness.

However, after such a delay, the most important scene has been missed.

At this moment, Yan Qing was already standing on the high platform, with Chen Gong, Jia Xu and Gao Shun standing on the left and right behind him.

Looking down, it was a mass of black and tens of thousands of heads.

Standing in the wind, Yan Qing was dressed in a snow-white gown embroidered with gold silk and cloud patterns, wearing jasper shoes, holding a crane feather fan, and tied her hair with a ray scarf. There was snow among the black waterfalls.

Every time there is a breeze, the sleeves of the clothes will be slightly swayed, making it look more elegant and dusty, without turbidity, as if it will turn into a fairy and go away in the next moment.

Yan Qing's eyelids were slightly closed, and the bottom of his eyes was calm and unwavering, staring at the lonely burning incense indifferently.

It is not known whether Chen Gong, as the county magistrate, could gather so many people without relying on forced orders, or because he is a new state shepherd who has gained some fame.

At the moment when the incense burned out, Yan Qing stopped her thoughts of running around, raised her eyes slightly, met the pair of eyes full of hope and longing, and said quietly: "The time has come."

The voice was not loud, but as soon as the words came out, it seemed like hot water had been poured into boiling oil, causing the crowd who were only whispering to explode in an instant, and their eyes became more and more hot.

Gao Shun frowned, asked Yan Qing for instructions with his eyes, and only took a few steps forward after getting permission.

I saw this military man with resolute features and dark skin, standing with his hands behind his back, and suddenly shouted: "No whispering!"

The killing spirit that has been battle-tested also erupted at that moment, and all the small words disappeared immediately.

Yan Qing smiled, thinking that he was indeed the invincible battalion commander of the trapped camp, but his movements were not slow at all.

I saw him leaning over a little, took a Langhao pen from the desk prepared in advance, dipped the tip full of ink, slightly pursed his thin lips, and wrote a few words on a piece of pure white cloth like flowing water. OK.

Jia Xu looked at the nose and the heart, and didn't look too much, while Chen Gong watched without blinking, doubts abounded in his heart.

He could read those few lines clearly, and the handwriting was very chic and beautiful, but he couldn't understand what was written.

Is it really impossible?

Yan Qing remained silent, and after finishing writing, he threw the cloth into the brazier, then stepped back slightly, calmly avoiding the blazing flames that jumped up.

Holding the crane feather fan in his left hand, he waved gracefully toward the void——

"Please Godsend, the five grains will be plentiful!"

Yan Qing's voice was clear and clear, and his eyes were clear.

In an instant, the card "Food Harvest" that was dormant in the sleeve was also activated with the number!

So at the next moment, everyone was shocked to see that a brilliant golden light appeared out of thin air and slowly circled the white-clothed immortal.

As the smoke rose again, the pale golden color spread across the clear sky in the blink of an eye, and when the noise below climbed to the highest point, the ready-to-go golden glow suddenly dispersed, releasing into pattering golden raindrops!

The unbelievably magnificent and fantastic scenery is not false, when the raindrops fall into the palm of the hand, fall to the ground, and spill the clothes...

The people who were actually holding it widened their eyes and saw clearly that these were plump and rich golden rice grains!

"Immortal, it's an immortal!"

Everyone shouted in unison, couldn't help but burst into tears, kowtowed and kowtowed from the bottom of their hearts among the golden rice that turned into rain and mist, which had not stopped for a while.

Yan Qing smiled slightly, and said modestly: "Don't thank me. All you have to do is to be kind from the bottom of your heart, respect the law and abide by the law, and God will be merciful."

After finishing speaking, he didn't intend to stay and continue to receive this pious worship, but before the 'storm' stopped, he waved his sleeves and leisurely returned home.

——I don't know if it was because too many people were affected by the card at one time, but he felt exhausted all over his body, especially his legs were so weak that it was difficult to stand for a long time.

In order to avoid losing my composure, it is better to return home as soon as possible.