Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

Reminded by today's events, Yan Qing realized belatedly that since he touched Lu Bu's head with sticky, dirty hands last time and complained a few words unceremoniously, the other party has indeed never stopped. Approached him with a sloppy look.

I also used the clothes that were abandoned long ago to make incense, and relearned Xun Yu's delicate and elegant style of a family child, remembering to look neat and fragrant, and see him again.

After realizing this intention, I can see the secret joy hidden in Lu Bu's eyes...

Yan Qing's heart also unknowingly softened into a mess.

Guo Jia shook the folding fan—this folding fan was a new thing that Yan Qing made after improving the paper. Guo Jia fell in love with it at first sight, and he couldn't help but abandon the feather fan that he still loved before, and dangled it all day long. Went there—smilingly said: "General Lu is really a fastidious person, even for a casual small meeting, he needs to burn incense and bathe, not to mention me, even Gongda can't help himself."

Gao Shun was fine, but Zhang Liao couldn't hold back a sudden shrug of his shoulders.

I almost held back, and didn't laugh out loud.

As for Lu Bu, a rude military man who used to crawl and roll in the mud for several days in order to train his soldiers, and was covered in stinky sweat, he could still pretend nothing happened without taking a shower for three to five days. '?

Lu Bu glanced at Guo Jia indifferently, and pushed back neither softly nor hard: "It's strange, what is it, I haven't heard the lord talk about it, how do I know whether this matter is big or small? I'm afraid it's just a complaint. Bu's qualifications are stupid, not as good as Guo Biejia's knowledge, so he can't predict the future."

Yan Qinggang was still immersed in an indescribable touch, but now he was immediately brought back to his mind by the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two.

He couldn't help crying and laughing: The two people's work overlapped very little, and it was reasonable to say that they could keep things in the same place, but for some reason, whenever there was a dialogue, there were always sparks and lightning along the way, as if they were born enemies.

Thanks to the fact that both of them have sense of proportion, even if they don't like each other very much, the official business will be the official business and will not lead to personal affairs, otherwise there will still be a headache for Yan Qing.

"Okay, okay, not only Fengxian, but even Wen Ruo and I like to use incense. If Fengxiao is interested, how about I give you a car back?"

Yan Qing caressed her palms involuntarily, and naturally inserted into the conversation between the two.

Guo Jia smiled: "Very good, very good."

Lu Bu lifted the corners of his lips, showing a smile that was half-hearted.

Yan Qing raised his eyebrows: "Why doesn't Feng Xiao decline a few words, so that I can go along with the flow?"

Just listening to '唰', Guo Jia beautifully unfolded the fan painted with ink and wash landscapes, shook his head and said: "Blessed by the superior, I dare not say goodbye."

Yan Qing: Why don't you say it was a gift from the elders?

Fearing that Guo Jia would become angry from embarrassment, Yan Qing finally held back and did not allow these words to blurt out.

Even so, the perceptive Guo Jia still caught some clues from the subtle changes in Yan Qing's eyes, and gave Yan Qing a suspicious look.

Yan Qing turned away his loving eyes as if nothing had happened, looked at Lu Bu seriously, and started to talk about business: "Feng Xian, when you went to Guanqian to fight recently, did you see Li Jue and the others?"

Lu Bu thought about it for a moment with a serious expression, and said seriously: "Occasionally, I see them showing their heads, but they are too far away to shoot."

Yan Qing said: "Feng Xian shot through the willow within 150 paces, it can be called a hundred shots and a hundred hits, even you can't shoot, so it must be two hundred paces away?"

Lu Bu raised the corners of his mouth reservedly, and said generously: "To be honest, as long as Bu is very sure within [-] paces, he still has nine points. It's a pity that those useless people cherish their lives very much. Every time At least it is three hundred paces away, if you aim at another place, the strength of the arrow will be greatly reduced, and it will be of no use."

Yan Qing couldn't help but said: "They are scared by you, so they can't come out? I have—"

Before he finished speaking, a soldier announced from outside the tent that Dong Zhuo's army had sent an envoy, holding Dong Zhuo's personal letter and his military order in his hand, and wanted to ask to see Yan Qing.

"The fight is about to start at any time, what else can I say?"

Yan Qing was slightly surprised.

He doesn't think that the ambitious Dong Zhuo, who has more troops than them (Yan Qing excludes the number of allied forces), will push a puppet soon, intending to get his hands on the position of the Supreme Nine Tripods, will be frightened and surrender without a fight .

Guo Jia and Xun You couldn't help but look at each other, and asked, "Surrender?"

Yan Qing blinked, and dropped a sentence that was so mean that Dong Zhuo would vomit blood: "If he really planned that, he was very wrong-now Dong Zhuo's army is full of crooked melons and dates, and there is no one left. Someone I can look up to."

It doesn't mean that there are no talents available in Luoyang, but just the opposite.

There are many good talents and beautiful jades, but none of them are in Dong Zhuo's school. The few who are the most outstanding have been imprisoned, and they hate this traitor.

But regardless of whether the surrender was real or not, if it wasn't for some unavoidable reasons for coming here during this sensitive period, it would definitely be with good intentions.

The main reason is that in Dong Zhuo's camp, there is no one worthy of Yan Qing's gamble, so it is impossible to accept it out of prudence.

Gao Shun tentatively asked, "Then, don't you see?"

Guo Jia said without hesitation, "But it's okay to see."

Yan Qing nodded: "That's exactly what I mean, let's see what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd."

If there is really any conspiracy, he should have prepared early so as not to keep putting it on hold.

Guo Jia raised his eyebrows: "That's not a medicine gourd."

It was only then that Yan Qing realized that he had slipped his tongue inadvertently, and it was not a secret that should not be leaked anyway. At most, Guo Jia thought it was a strange remark, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He only squinted at Guo Jia, and then raised his voice. Said: "Bring him in."

The personal guard respectfully responded outside the tent: "Here."

After a while, the master of the Li Rufu, who shouldered the heavy responsibility, came with a pale face.

He led only a few people into the enemy's main camp, and was stared at unkindly by a group of burly and tall soldiers. He was very scared at first. His head and calves were shaking uncontrollably.

As a result, as soon as the tent was lifted, he found that Yan Qing's tent was basically full of civil and martial arts, and he looked over at the same time. The unlucky guy who sent him could be called amiable and said, "Why did Dong Zhuo send you here? Tell me."

Yan Qing was born extremely handsome, with a detached and refined demeanor, with a slight smile on his face, slightly curved brows and gentle eyes, like a fairy, the master was stunned on the spot.

Is this really the devil-like ruthless character that is rumored to make even the protagonist tremble?

He couldn't help but stared at him, he didn't know how many sharp and terrifying eye knives he had received from Lu Bu, and then he reacted with a shudder, and stammered: "So-so came to congratulate Lord Sikong."

Yan Qing gracefully picked up the teacup, gently lifted the lid with the other hand, took a small sip slowly, moistened her throat, and said noncommittally: "Oh?"

He didn't think in that direction at all, but these resourceful military advisers immediately reacted.

Compared with other generals who were confused, Lu Bu was also vaguely aware of it, perhaps because he had similar ulterior motives.

His face was still slumped, and others could not easily see the change in his face, but the gaze towards the master book became obviously more violent.

The master plucked up his courage, and said in the future: "Master Sikong, my lord admires your heroism and awe-inspiring spirit, only..."

Yan Qing listened very calmly to his praise of himself, thinking about his true intentions in his heart, and sorted out several of them.

The master master was determined, and he memorized it all at once, but the words became more and more smooth: "My lord has an only granddaughter, who has just reached the age of Ji, and has been educated since she was a child. Wen Sikong hasn't married yet, this girl can be a good match..."

Hearing the last paragraph unexpectedly, Yan Qing smiled lightly, showing some signs of stiffness.

He didn't come here to provoke and declare war, nor did he want to win his mercy by flattering him in a panic, but he actually came up with the idea of ​​marriage, and wanted to have a fight with him to turn war into friendship!

Dong Zhuo's wishful thinking method is exactly the same as what he did to Sun Jian in history, but at that time it was his daughter who wanted to marry Sun Jian.

From this point of view, Dong Zhuo is really not afraid of him in general, he even took out his beloved granddaughter as a tactic to slow down the army, so he boasted and boasted, and his intention was obvious - this was a naked attempt to win over him .

Yan Qing couldn't laugh or cry.

He coughed lightly and said, "Tell your lord, Yan is really not blessed to accept this kindness, please leave it to other young talents. As for Yan's marriage, it will be decided by himself in the future, and it will never be his turn." Let him worry about it, go back!"

As soon as Yan Qing finished speaking, Lu Bu jumped up suddenly as if sitting on a needle felt, and growled in a low voice with disgust: "Get out!"

The civil servants are fine, they know that Yan Qing can't agree to this ridiculous proposal, so the old god is there and stands by.

Although the reaction of the generals was not as angry and irritable as Lu Bu's, they were still very intense. They slapped their knees fiercely, glared at them and said, "It's really unreasonable! Get out of here!"

After hearing Yan Qing's categorical refusal, the master secretary was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to persuade him with words, but was scared out of his wits by Lu Bu's shocking roar.

Even the combined viciousness of Zhang Liao and others couldn't catch up with the haze brought to him by the unprecedented murderous aura. Before his legs were softened, he showed the fast speed of fleeing for his life, said goodbye in a hurry, and rushed out. After entering the tent, he ran away without a trace.

Yan Qing sighed: "This approach is really whimsical, and only that reckless Dong Zhuo can do it."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but paused, looked at the generals who were still looking aggrieved, and said with a smile: "It's not that I want you to marry and get married, what's the excitement of the crowd?"

Except for Lu Bu who was still pale and looked cold like he was going to kill, the others were all amused by Yan Qing's joke and came back to their senses, realizing that they had overreacted, and scratched their heads embarrassingly.