[Three Kingdoms] This saving the world is poisonous

The doctor said that Guo Jia was sick and couldn't be tired, so the job of managing the Taoist temple naturally fell on me.As the saying goes, the predecessors planted trees so that the descendants could enjoy the shade, but the predecessors planted small saplings. Where can I, the descendants, enjoy the shade——!

"I quit!" After staying in the room for a week and dealing with trivial matters in the temple, I finally couldn't bear to pile up the taller bamboo slips, so I pushed my hand forward frantically, pushing all the bamboo slips on the table to the edge of the table .Now I'm like an eggplant beaten by frost, lying on the table limply, wishing I could push my face into the table.

Guo Jia is simply insane!

He actually asked me, who was illiterate, to write the bamboo slips, and he even called it a good name: "It's just a practice. Don't you want to come up with a good-looking calligraphy for Yuan Rang to look at?"

Do you want to show Uncle Xiahou the ghostly symbols on the bamboo slips?I'll cry if I see it myself.

"I used to hear people say that if you practice three to four characters a day, you can get results in a month, but what about me!" I looked up from the table, looked at Guo Jia's face that was obviously smirking, and said aggrievedly: " My hands are almost swollen from writing, I write without speaking while recognizing characters, and even write the most difficult small characters, but there is no change at all!"

I have been writing for a week, but how ugly the characters are on the bamboo slips has not changed at all.There is no qualitative leap except knowing that you have to hook back at the end!

"Oh, brother..." Guo Jia, who has been staying on the bed for the past few days, shook off my masterpiece.

The bamboo slips that were painted black by me, except that the ancients could barely guess what characters were written on them, the characters that took up two bamboo slips made people want to scare their eyes every minute after reading it.

There is no need for Guo Jia to take out his own to compare, and he can clearly distinguish the disparity between the two.

I feel super ashamed!I didn't dare to put down the burden directly, rolled my face on the table and said: "Ahhhhh, I don't care, I won't write!!!"

This is not just a matter of embarrassment, as long as I write slowly and write less than one volume a day, there will be more and more bamboo slips in the future, making people feel like they can never finish.

And brother Yun seems to be in a mood these days, except for sending me the data on time and asking me to copy it, he doesn't help me write it at all!He just looked at me so sadly that I was disliked by Guo Jia and I was missing a tick. The hand holding the pen is wrong, or the ink on the finger touched the bamboo slip, oops!My lord, you better put down your pen, Jia is going to be blind or something.

Now I very much hope that the doctor will tell me that Mr. Guo is fine, and then I will push all the things in my hands to him!Don't drag him out to relax anymore, just let him suffocate in the room!

"Brother hold on, you can finish writing in no time." Guo Jia coaxed me with a smile, got off the bed, took the brush and stuffed it into my hand, then, he held my hand and gently touched it on the bamboo slips. pen to paper.The brush is as soft as a boneless daughter's house, leaving a beautiful "Jia" character on the bamboo slips.

It just hit me badly.

"If I can write such a stroke of words, I will die..." Looking at what others have, people will always be envious, jealous and hateful, even if my heart is wide-eyed.

Guo Jia chuckled lightly: "Hehe, brother will be able to do it with more practice."

"Cough cough." There was a light cough from outside the door, and Zhao Yun, who had gone to make medicine for Guo Jia before, came back with a medicine bowl.

Guo Jia let go of my hand and went forward to take the medicine bowl in Zhao Yun's hand. He looked down at the black medicine juice in the bowl, his face was a little blue, but he still kept smiling and asked, "I've been tired these days. Brother Zhao helped, but Jia didn't know something."

"Sir, please speak."

Guo Jia, who was holding the medicine bowl, asked helplessly: "Jia always feels that the medicine is getting more and more bitter these days. I don't know why?"

Zhao Yun looked at Guo Jia with a cute face, as if he didn't know why the other party was distressed, he grinned and replied: "The doctor said that good medicine is bitter."

I watched Guo Jia drink the medicine that must have been added with a bitter face, then silently lowered his head and continued to write.

I don't know if brother Yun has eaten badly in the past few days, I always feel that he is a little black.It wasn't just me who was angry about getting up, even Guo Jia, a patient who had to drink medicine every day, didn't escape.

Zhao Yun seems to have taken the wrong medicine for the past few days. He usually makes me sleep enough, but now he directly carries me to work next door early in the morning.If I hadn't overheard the doctor's unintentional slip of the tongue once, I guess I still don't know that Zhao Yun would take special care of Guo Jia every time he made medicine, and put a lot of yellow lotus for him.

Huanglian is a good thing, clearing away heat and dampness, purging fire and detoxifying. There is only one thing that is unacceptable, that is, bitterness!

The sweet Guo Jiajia wishes you all the best.

Closer to home, I now have to focus on writing brush characters. There are some characters in the Eastern Han Dynasty that are not much different from modern characters, and I can still recognize them.

"I really want to cut off Fengxiao's hand..." Put his hand on mine, I wonder if I can understand those words in seconds?

I know it's unscientific, but I still want to try it out.

When Guo Jia heard this, he jumped three feet away in shock, and looked warily at Zhao Yun who was sharpening his knife and looking at Zhao Yun who was willing to carry out.Guo Jia asked me, "Uh... what does your lord mean by that?" He stopped calling me brother when it came to Zhengbajing.

I said honestly, "I can write like this, probably."

Guo Jia sighed helplessly: "If this method can work, Jia is naturally willing to cut it down. But if it doesn't work, what should my lord do?"

"You can just say no." I lay down on the table in pain and started rolling my face.

I really want to roll the keyboard!

When I was rolling happily, someone stepped forward and took the brush from my hand, sat down and compared the previous bamboo slips, and began to copy for me.

My eyes were almost filled with tears, and I wanted to hug the helper's thigh gratefully, but because I was afraid of shocking the other party, I endured it and said, "Brother Yun is really better, Guo Jia knows where to tell me to hit."

Under the choice between Zhao Yun and Guo Jia, I shamefully betrayed my former little friend Guo Jiajia and chose Brother Yun who was in charge of my basic necessities.As long as I please Brother Yun, I can sleep longer in the morning!And Brother Yun is good at talking and can help!

Hmph, let Guo Jia drink Huanglian alone and die bitterly!

Seeing how shameless I was, Guo Jia could only shake his head helplessly, who told him to offend Zhao Yun.

The first day of February 184.

Zhang Jiao sent a letter, inviting me and Zhao Yun to return to Puyang City.I handed over the trivial matters of the Taoist temple to Guan Hai, and took Guo Jia and Zhao Yun on the road that day, and it took four days to arrive outside Puyang City to meet Xiahou Dun and Guan Yu.In the woods, I saw Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang enter the city successively.After Guo Jia said, "You can't enter the city until nighttime", we took advantage of the closing of the city gate and entered the city pretending to be late in a hurry to meet Zhang Jiao.

Although Zhang Jiao invited the principals of Xiaopei and Xuchang, in fact only Guo Jia and Uncle Xiahou were called away.

I was left by Uncle Xiahou to Zhao Yun and Guan Yu to take care of me.

Before leaving, Guo Jia turned on a bronze oil lamp, put a piece of blood-red sand on the tray inside the lamp, but did not light the lamp.

I asked quite curiously: "What is Feng Xiao?"

Guo Jia put the bronze lampshade back on and replied with a low laugh, "Dansha."

cinnabar?Is it cinnabar?

I remember often having nightmares when I was a child, and my mother would wrap a small piece of cinnabar in a red cloth and put it under my pillow.Although my family doesn't really believe in ghosts, ghosts and ghosts, I have to say that when people are uneasy, it is really good to have a sustenance.

I asked curiously: "Does it have the ability to dispel evil spirits?"

Unfortunately, Guo Jia didn't answer me directly, he looked at me silently for a long time.The light from the bronze lamp shone on his face flickeringly, making his pale complexion a bit weird and frightening.

"Cinnabar can kill evil spirits." After Guo Jia finished speaking, he exchanged a vague look with Uncle Xiahou, then told Zhao Yun and Guan Yu to take care of me, and went to the hall where Zhang Jiao was with Xiahou Dun.

I watched the backs of Guo Jia and Uncle Xiahou leave, and I always felt...something was wrong.

Cinnabar... Cinnabar...

These two things sounded like nothing, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong, I stretched out my hand and pulled the sleeve of Zhao Yun who was sitting next to me and asked, "Brother Yun, is Dansha..."

"My lord, be careful." The second master interrupted my inquiry, staring at the door all the time, holding the Crescent Moon Knife tightly in his hand and refused to let go. Although his expression was the same as usual, I could feel his nerves tightened. It seems that as long as the person who comes in through the door does not know him, he can slash him with a knife.

I became more and more frightened, and leaned closer to Zhao Yun.

"My lord offended me." After Zhao Yun apologized softly, he hugged me on his lap and hugged me. His whole body was as tense as the second master's, and he seemed to be able to take me away from this place immediately at any time.

Dansha and cinnabar, is there any way in this?

Seeing me keep turning my head to look at the door, Brother Yun finally lost his battle and whispered in my ear, "Mr. Guo said it can be burned."

I was taken aback, and suddenly looked up at Zhao Yun, who didn't seem to understand very well. In the chemistry class, a sentence that the teacher once said suddenly popped out in my head--cinnabar burns into mercury, and accumulates and turns into cinnabar.

Mercury sulfide!

mercury!

FUCKING-!

Compared to the ignorant Zhao Yun, I understand what Guo Jia is going to do, he is not well.Now I'm very envious of Zhao Yun who doesn't know the truth, it seems to be hiding in a hole!

Mercury poisoning.Is this the death that Guo Jia arranged for Zhang Jiao?

Not long after, the door opened, and the second master suddenly stood up in front of Zhao Yun and me. When he saw Guo Jia and Xiahou Dun who came in with pale faces and coughing, he let go of the Yanyue knife and stood aside. I noticed that the one who came back Guo Jia did not carry the lamp.

Mom, I seem to know some secrets! ! !

Seeing my ugly face, Guo Jia came over immediately, dug me out of Zhao Yun's arms and said in a low voice, "Master Jia has bid farewell to the Celestial Master."

I nodded abruptly, eager to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Seeing how timid I was, Guo Jia exchanged glances with the serious Zhao Yun, sighed and said, "Since my lord already knows, Jia won't hide it from you. Jia has already arranged everything, just waiting for that..." As he spoke, he He vaguely glanced at the direction of the hall outside the door.

"Are you and uncle all right?" I was more worried about Guo Jia and Xiahou Dun than Zhang Jiao. After all, they escorted the lamp and sent it into the hall.

Mercury is odorless, and the gas after burning is chronically poisonous if inhaled, and if it accumulates in large quantities, it can kill people.

Guo Jia was taken aback, then smiled helplessly and said, "Jia hopes that the Lord will always be like this."

"Huh?" I looked at Guo Jia who said this inexplicably, and was picked up by Zhao Yun like a child. Uncle Xiahou stepped forward and put a cloak on me, and we left Puyang City five nights.Also taken away at the same time was the little gray rabbit that I put in the care of someone in Puyang City.

In mid-February of the same year.

Zhang Jiao ordered the "Tianpingdao" of the cities to revolt wearing yellow robes. This is the famous "Yellow Turban Rebel Army" in history.

Emperor Ling finally understood that he had sent people to attack the Yellow Turban Bandits many times, but it was of no use.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established. The year is Jiazi, and the world will be prosperous." The Yellow Turban Uprising caused great momentum because it repelled the enemy's attacks many times, and people all over the world responded to their call.During that time, these words could make the refugees feel sick.

But the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse. Zhang Jiao died of illness suddenly, and the Taiping Taoism was lost immediately. The main force of the Yellow Turban Army, which lost its leader, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. In just one month, the Yellow Turban Army was defeated by the suppression of the armed forces all over the country. In this uprising, the Eastern Han regime also collapsed in this uprising.

I stood on the high mountain and looked at the yellow turban bandit who was unable to recover, and said to the four people around me: "Let's go back to the city."

In the long river of history, the only thing I can do to help people is to distribute surplus food and grass to refugees and evacuate them early to avoid being involved in this battle.

I began to doubt, I just watched their family ruined, is it really right to do this?

"My lord, don't think much, you have done what you should do." Zhao Yun's soothing voice came from behind, which made my bad mood better, but it was only a little...