Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

The store owner left in a hurry, and in a hurry, he threw a whole bunch of keys to Zhao Yun.

At the bottom there were only two clerks who were absent-minded and looked out from time to time. If Zhao Yun had a wicked heart, it would be easy for Zhao Yun to have any evil intentions and want to do some evil things.

But he didn't think about those directions at all, he just looked down in confusion for a moment, then suppressed the curiosity that was almost aroused, and continued to carry the pills on the cart, and he didn't wake up for a while. Brother, looking at the room numbers on the frame, he honestly looked for them one by one.

After finding the room that belonged to him, Zhao Yun opened the door, carefully placed his elder brother on the bed, covered him with the quilt, lit the stove, propped up the closed wooden window a little, sat cross-legged on the ground, and untied his With the purse hanging on his waist, he began to concentrate on counting the money.

It stands to reason that although his parents passed away early, they left a considerable amount of savings, and neither he nor his elder brother are spendthrift and extravagant. If they can plan well, they will still have plenty of money after paying their daily expenses. .

But Zhao Feng's illness has been lingering, even if he wanted to, he couldn't go out to work, so he could only rely on his younger brother Zhao Yun who was still a half-year-old at the time.

Seeing that more than half of his well-off family has been emptied out by seeking medical treatment and medicine, and that disasters and wars have occurred frequently recently, and food prices have skyrocketed.

Instead of spending a lot of gold and silver, and can only watch his brother continue to suffer and feel guilty for not being able to support the family, Zhao Yunfu gritted his teeth when he heard about the miracle doctor Hua Tuo, and gave away the last bit of money and food in the family. After taking it, I worked hard for more than a month with my strength, and finally got enough money.

Although he has not reached the crown, but in his hometown Changshan County, he already has a certain reputation. Leaving aside his pleasing handsome appearance and few enemies, the emperor advocates filial piety and governing the country. The elder brother will never leave and take good care of him, which is an act of filial piety worthy of praise.

If it weren't for Zhao Yun's thin skin and unwillingness to owe him any favors, even if the government office was vacant and there was nothing to do, the neighbors would be willing to lend a helping hand to him in an emergency.

Zhao Yun was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the miracle doctor if he was delayed for a long time, so he drove the cart he assembled, took his brother with him, and set off on the road, regardless of the severe cold weather.

Along the way, Zhao Yun's luck was not very good, and things didn't go smoothly.

I have met bad guys quite a few times. Rao, he has extraordinary force, superb marksmanship, and enough calmness. He has also encountered very dangerous situations a few times and suffered serious injuries.

But to put it badly, he has never encountered the most deadly or too many enemies that he can't deal with. After going through hardships and shivering with the cold, he finally arrived in Qiao County safely.

Afraid of the poor horse pulling the cart, he didn't want to bring more clothes,

From Jizhou all the way to the south, passing through Yan to Henan, as far as the scenery seen from Zhao Yun is concerned, it can be said that there is a clear difference.

As soon as you enter Yuzhou, you will no longer see mourners everywhere, your skeletons exposed in the wild, and people full of hunger, and you will never be harassed and intercepted by road bandits. Instead, you will be replaced by soldiers who are full of energy, brightly armored, and patrolling in an orderly manner.

Zhao Yun thought, the one who governs Yuzhou must be a rare and good official.

It was a desolate picture of Yan Qing who couldn't see the bones on the road and no one to bury them. He also thought that the plague would spread so easily, so he asked the refugees to bury them with food as a reward.

Zhao Yun was rigorous in his work, so he prepared all the guides, and when he was interrogated by the soldiers, he immediately issued them without being humble or overbearing.

On the contrary, those patrol soldiers felt sorry for the boy who had come all the way, so after completing their official duties, they enthusiastically saw the brothers off for a ride, and their mouths were not idle on the way.

If Zhao Feng is awake, they will chat with Zhao Feng, if Zhao Feng is asleep, they will tease the taciturn Zhao Yun to talk.

What Zhao Yun heard the most, apart from the benevolent government of Yan Yuzhou, was their strong admiration.

"Zi Long?"

Zhao Feng's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Zhao Yun's recollection.

"Brother is awake."

Zhao Yun flicked the money together quickly, put it in his bag, tied it carefully, and said, "I'll pour you a cup of tea."

Zhao Feng shook his head: "There's no need to work, and I'm not thirsty. Are we here?"

Zhao Yun nodded: "I just decided to settle here, what do you think, brother?"

"Everything is fine." Zhao Feng sighed and said, "Brother, I only hate myself for being incompetent. I was too careless that day and fell into this damn fault, which made you tired at such a young age."

Zhao Feng's illness was not brought from his mother's womb, but in the winter of the year his parents died, he went hunting alone in the mountains, and was bitten by a poisonous snake that woke up from hibernation, and could not be treated in time. He himself was calm, and he handled the emergency fairly well, but when he moved down the mountain with difficulty, he had already missed the opportunity to do it well, and then his body weakened completely, and he couldn't feel better.

Zhao Yun has long been used to living like this, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it, but he has never been good at comforting others. Seeing his brother's sad expression, his back stiffened, he could only dryly squeeze out this sentence: "Flesh and blood Between close relatives, what are you talking about? Besides, isn’t it going to be healed soon?”

Zhao Feng felt hopeful in his heart, and said, "It's because of my brother's thoughts."

Seeing that he had regained some energy, Zhao Yun couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

A faint smile appeared on Zhao Feng's thin face, unwilling to keep him here, he said, "Zilong doesn't need to guard here, although it's useless to be a brother, it's not difficult to take care of yourself."

Zhao Yun couldn't bear to tell his elder brother, who had been secretly expecting the doctor Hua Tuo, that the miracle doctor had already traveled far away, and he remembered what the shopkeeper said about "immortal" just now, so he wanted to go out for a trip.

I want to ask clearly, but also want to explore the situation around me. It is best to find a temporary job to do, to make up for the few remaining expenses.

"Then I'll go out first."

After Zhao Yun made up his mind, he didn't talk nonsense, nodded to Zhao Feng, and went out quickly and went downstairs.

Before leaving here, he gave the two guys two Xiyuan coins each, so that they could help take care of Zhao Feng when he was away.

After the arrangements were made, Zhao Yun really went out.

He originally thought of walking around casually, and then catch someone to ask about the situation, but he didn't want to go away, and it was almost time for a cup of tea. none.

Zhao Yun's head was full of question marks, and he became more and more confused as he walked.

When he passed a street full of various stalls, he saw only hot boilers, used bowls and chopsticks, cloth with dirty mud marks, and other goods that had been left behind in a mess. Locusts cross the border.

Just no one.

Zhao Yun didn't want to waste time wandering around, and couldn't find anyone to ask. He had to go back the same way and look for the guys in the two stores. Only then did he understand the store's excitement, and the whereabouts of the pedestrians and merchants on the street.

Zhao Yun finally had a personal experience of Yan Sikong's fame and popularity, as well as the aspirations of the local people.

He was quite incredulous, but he also developed a good impression of Xianjun and Sikong, whom everyone respected and loved.

At this moment, the buddy said: "It's too late for you to find Dr. Na Hua. A few days ago, even if Xianjun Yan promised various conditions, he failed to keep him. But your brother's illness is also Not at all."

Zhao Yun hurriedly asked.

The clerk glanced at him, smiled and pointed to a clear path: "If you are good at martial arts, General Lu is in the city these few days, why not go to the barracks to try your luck."

"Join the army?" Zhao Yun didn't sound right, so he said, "My brother is in such a good health, Yun is not good—"

The buddy, however, thought more and more about it, so there was no room for him to deny it, and he said enthusiastically: "No way. General Lu is unparalleled in martial arts, unparalleled in martial arts, and has always admired people with extraordinary martial arts. The most important thing is that he and Yan Xian Your relationship is extremely close! If you are lucky enough to be favored by him, you will not have to worry about whether it is a bright future or the life-saving fairy peach."

Speaking of this, the longing-looking man gave a high-five: "Hey! I forgot, General Lu even took possession of a fairy peach tree!"

"Xiantao?"

Zhao Yun was in a fog when he heard it, and hurriedly asked for an answer humbly.

The two guys were depressed and couldn't go to the fun, and now they lost their interest, they simply threw away the rag, got together, and gave him a bunch of ideas.

After Zhao Yun listened patiently, and asked how to get to the barracks, he politely thanked them both.

He didn't rush out as the guys expected, but went back to the room first.

Zhao Yun sat quietly for a while facing his elder brother who fell asleep again at some point, unconsciously polishing a spotless and shiny silver gun in his hand.

When his mind gradually became clearer and clearer, Zhao Yun pursed his lips, untied the burden on the table, and changed into the brand-new martial robe that was given by his master when he left the mountain. boots.

A lifelike vicious tiger was tattooed on the silver-white martial robe, which was made exactly in proportion to his stature, making the young man tall, handsome, and unrestrained.

Naturally, there was no mirror to shine in the room, so Zhao Yun straightened his clothes carefully based on his feeling, then took a long breath and murmured: "Okay!"

Not to mention just begging to fight against General Lu openly, begging for the fairy peach that is said to have the bones and muscles of the living dead, even if it is to go across the mountains of swords and seas of fire, for the sake of his brother, he is willing.

As soon as the words fell, he held his beloved weapon without hesitation, and strode out with a dignified look.

The two guys who were whispering together heard the footsteps and couldn't help but look up, but it turned out that they had simply changed into robes, but the whole person seemed to have settled down and became majestic and imposing, like a Zhao Yun, who was like a different person from a family with style, was shocked for a moment.

Zhao Yun politely nodded at them as farewell.

The two guys didn't respond, they just stared blankly at his back until he disappeared without a trace, then recovered and looked at each other.

Just now they were only two-point serious, and eighty-point booing, a thought flashed in their minds: I'm afraid it might really be done by this kid.

On the other side, in the State Shepherd's Mansion, Lu Bu didn't know that his precious peach tree, which hadn't yet produced fruit, had already been missed by a kid from other places, and it was solemnly occupying a corner of Yanqing's study room, and it was written on the paper. Write fast.

Yan Qing was flipping through the paperwork on the main case, while Guo Jia was sitting opposite him. The three of them were busy with their own business, seemingly not interfering with each other, but they talked occasionally.

When Yan Qing wrote the pen, he accidentally applied too much force, causing the ink to faint on the poor-quality but expensive paper. If he hadn't rescued it in time, this document, which was mostly reviewed, would have been ruined.

He complained while having lingering fears: "When the sect thieves are completely finished and the people in Yanzhou have arranged to withdraw one after another, I must find time to recruit a group of craftsmen to improve this piece of paper."

Even if restricted by the conditions, Caihou paper is destined to be incomparable with the cheap and high-quality paper of later generations. With this quality and high cost, Yan Qing has no reason to bear it any longer.

Although it is not his field of expertise, he is not ignorant, and he probably only needs to provide some directions for exploration—never underestimate the wisdom of the ancients.

Guo Jia didn't think so, and teased casually: "Then Jia will wait and see, waiting to use Yangong paper."

Yan Qing narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "You should wait."

The two of them were arguing without saying a word, and when their hands were still moving quickly, Lu Bu also put down his pen: "Okay. Do you want to read it now, my lord?"

Yan Qing was surprised: "So fast? Take it here."

Lu Bu's skills in writing these official documents that don't require fancy rhetoric have been honed and honed when he was under Ding Yuan's command, and he is already familiar with it.

Seeing that he could surprise the lord, Lu Bu couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, strode over, and handed it over respectfully.

Yan Qing took it over, looked at each letter carefully, and praised him frequently: "Not bad, not bad! I blame me for underestimating Feng Xian."

Guo Jia cast a sideways glance at Lu Bu, who was suppressing his joyful expression, and suddenly said with a smile: "General Lu seems to have visited the barracks less recently, why is that?"

Lu Bu's face instantly returned to indifference, and he replied: "Everything in the army has been decided, and there is no one who can fight as a training partner, so I don't want to stay longer."

The calm tone revealed the domineering and arrogant truth.

Guo Jia couldn't help whistling: "Good!"

Although Guo Jia's praise came from the heart, Yan Qing was still a little worried, worried that the two of them, who had always been at odds with each other, might have another cat-dog fight in the next moment.

He cleared his throat and said with a smile, "I've read all of Fengxian's books, and they're very well written, so I'll put them here and I'll arrange a messenger later."

Lu Bu didn't doubt that he was there: "That's enough to bother my lord. Bu needs to retire first and go to the barracks."

Yan Qing smiled and said, "Okay. You can go."

Lu Bu clasped his fists in both hands, saluted, and strode away.

Guo Jia yawned lazily, and suddenly saw that his lord put the letters written by Lu Bu on top of it, and then picked up a pen to start copying, he couldn't help jokingly said: "My lord is too considerate of General Lu's feelings, Or is the content okay, but the handwriting is too difficult to read?"

Yan Qing faltered and responded with a few vague words, almost perfunctory Guo Jia who had only ignited a little curiosity.

How could he have the nerve to say the real reason?

It's not that there is a problem with the letter written by Lu Bu, but that as a hardcore fanboy, he naturally has the selfish desire to collect his beloved idol's calligraphy.

I would rather take some time to transcribe a copy by myself, but also leave these few letters written by Lu Bu to the underworld.

The author has something to say: Zhao Yun did have an older brother in history, I did not invent it, it was because his elder brother died of illness that he left Gongsun Zan to go back to the funeral.