My father's words made Liu Qi feel relieved. It seemed that his father was not confused. He knew that Jingdi was innocent and that it was difficult to break down family affairs, which made him feel embarrassed.

"Father, this incident was really caused by Shaoyu's trouble first and destroyed all the items in Jingdi's room, so it is understandable that Jingdi was angry. Father, the child thought that it was his mother who drove him out of the mansion like this to deal with it."

Liu Qi never dared to say that his stepmother was wrong. This time he mustered up the courage to accuse Mrs. Cai of being unfair about something wrong. There was more or less a dissatisfaction with Mrs. Cai's bias towards her second brother.

Liu Biao sighed, "I mean to let Jing'er move out, but my original intention is to let him move out, arrange a house for him, solve the food and accommodation, and then discuss it in detail with him. It is definitely not the result today. To be honest, I am also very sad. After all, he is my nephew. How did I explain to his dead father?"

"What are you going to do if your father...?" Liu Qi asked as tactfully as possible.

It was indeed difficult for Liu Biao to deal with. He gradually realized the conflict between his nephew and his wife. He also understood that Liu Jing was driven away today because of injustice, but.

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He couldn't have had a quarrel with his wife for Liu Jing, and family affairs were hard to be broken, and he felt it deeply.

After pondering for a moment, Liu Biao said, "You go and comfort him! Arrange food and accommodation for him, and tell him that I know that I will not treat him badly in the future, so that he can understand my difficulties."

"The child will definitely comfort him and arrange his food and accommodation. In addition, the child has another suggestion."

"What suggestions do you want to tell me!"

"What the child means is that you can find something for Brother Jing, for example, to arrange a position for him, so that it will be natural for him to move out and will not cause any discussion outside, and he can also experience his father's painstaking efforts."

"Do you think it's OK?" Liu Biao asked.

Liu Qi nodded, "He has participated in the battle to destroy Zhang Wu, and he is old and can be competent for ordinary military positions. More importantly, he killed Zhang Wu and made achievements. It is normal for his father to be appointed as an official for his merits. No one will say anything."

Liu Biao walked a few steps behind his back. The eldest son Liu Qi's suggestion moved him. He pondered for a while and said with a smile: "Okay! Let me consider this matter again."

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Longzhong is about twenty miles west of Xiangyang. When you go out from the west of Xiangyang City, you will be Tanxi after walking seven or eight miles. After passing Tanxi Bridge, you will be able to reach Longzhong after walking for more than ten miles west.

Longzhong is located south of the Han River, only twenty miles away from Xiangyang. Although it was already Liu Biao's territory, it belonged to Fancheng County, Nanyang County, on the other side of the Han River in the administrative divisions of the Han Dynasty.

So in history, whether Zhuge Liang lived in seclusion in Nanyang or Xiangyang was the controversy. Zhuge Liang said in his memorial to farm in Nanyang because Longzhong belonged to Nanyang County, but his life and social circle were all in Xiangyang.

Liu Jing arrived in Longzhong at dusk. He found a clean inn in Longzhong Town to stay. What made him feel relieved was that Qingzhu Temple was two miles west of the town, and everyone in the town knew it and was easy to find.

"This is the first time I'm here in Longzhong!"

The hostel owner is a middle-aged man in his forties. He is white and fat, has a friendly smile and is very talkative. He held up an oil lamp to lead Liu Jing to the room.

Liu Jing led the BMW to follow the owner. He had already learned a lesson. His war horse needed him to take care of himself and could not be handed over to the store.

"Yeah! The first time I came to Longzhong."

"What do you think of Longzhong?"

"The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the scenery is beautiful, and the folk customs are simple, it is a good place."

"Haha! Our Longzhong is not only beautiful mountains and rivers, but also has a rich cultural heritage. The Lumen Academy of the Pang family is located in Longzhong. Mr. Shuijing Sima Hui, Feng Chu Pang Shiyuan, Wolong Zhuge Kongming, Xu Yuanzhi, Cui Zhouping and other famous northern scholars gathered in Longzhong.

On the tenth day of the day, our Longzhong Town was full of scholars. The young master was lucky today and had a room. If he had arrived a few days earlier, there would be no room at all and all were filled with scholars."

"Why is this?"

"A few days ago, Mr. Shui Jing openly recruited disciples and rushed thousands of scholars from all over Jingzhou. That was called lively, so the hostels were full. Even the Qingzhu Temple where the young master was going to was full of scholars, and they all wanted to worship Mr. Shui Jing as his teacher."

Liu Jing nodded. He also knew that more than a thousand scholars from the north came to Jingzhou to escape the war, making Jingzhou the last paradise for the northern aristocratic people. Because of the Pangzi Lumen Academy, Longzhong became the base camp for the gathering of northern aristocratic people.

"Okay, it's here, please, my son!"

The owner of the shop led Liu Jing to a small yard, which was a separate yard with two rooms in the yard and a high courtyard wall around it. Liu Jing wrapped the yard for twenty yuan a day, and the price was not expensive.

"Thank you, the owner, I'll ask you tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry! I will wake you up as soon as the fourth update tomorrow morning."

The owner handed the oil lamp to Liu Jing and went back to the front yard. Liu Jing led his horse into the yard. The yard was very quiet. An old locust tree was like a hunched old man leaning on a corner of the yard wall.

Liu Jing simply blew out the oil lamp and sat down on a big rock in the yard. He looked up at the bright stars in the sky. His heart was very confused. Since he came to this era, his heart has never been calm.

At this time, he finally calmed down and looked at the night sky of the Three Kingdoms era. The night sky of the Three Kingdoms is no different from that of the later generations. I wonder how many secrets are hidden in this endless universe?

A meteor passed by the sky, and Liu Jing couldn't help but sigh, perhaps this was another soul that had traveled through two thousand years.

Could he go back?

If he can't go back, where should he go in this era of swords and iron horses?

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Longzhong is located among the undulating mountains west of Xiangyang. There are more than a dozen pavilions and small towns distributed among the mountains and gullies. The people here are simple and the roads are not collected, just like a paradise forgotten by war.

Before the fifth day of the day, Liu Jing rode a horse on a small road outside Qingzhu Temple. Qingzhu Temple was built along the mountain, and behind it was a bamboo forest covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres. A stream flowed by the Taoist temple, which was a place where spiritual veins gathered.

There were more than a hundred steps away from the Taoist temple. Liu Jing turned over and got off the horse, led the horse and walked slowly forward. This was the deepest time of the night, and there was silence around him.

Soon, Liu Jing came to the Taoist temple. There was a small pine forest on the left side of the gate, and the outline of a pavilion could be seen faintly on the soil slope.

Liu Jing led his horse to the mound. From a distance, he saw a thin figure in the pavilion. Liu Jing felt excited and quickly walked towards the pavilion. An old Taoist priest sat cross-legged in the pavilion. It was Yu Zhenren he met yesterday.

Liu Jing let go of the horse, walked into the pavilion and knelt down, and kowtowed respectfully, "My younger generation, Liu Jing, greeted the real person!"

Yu Zhenren slowly opened her eyes and smiled slightly, "Did you live in Longzhong yesterday?"

"Yes! I arrived in Longzhong last night. The Xiangyang city gate was about to open at the Mao period. I came here in the morning and couldn't catch up."

"It's hard for you."

Yu Zhenren took out a small purple jade bottle from his arms, poured out a longan-sized pill from it, and handed it to him with a wine gourd, "chew the medicine and drink it with wine."

Liu Jing was a little stunned. This began. There was no prelude. Should I say something?

However, his stunned moment was only a short moment, and soon he accepted this beginning calmly. There was no need to say anything more, everything had already been done.

Liu Jing restrained his excitement and took the pills and wine pots. He gently crushed the pills, and a strange fragrance came to his nose. It seemed that there was musk ingredients.

He put the medicine into his mouth, raised the wine gourd and took a few sips. The wine was extraordinary, and an unbearable spicy rush into his mouth, like eating a ball of mustard. His eyes and nose were filled with spicy air, which made him almost spray it out, but Liu Jing still held it back and slowly swallowed the medicine and wine into his stomach.

When Yu Zhenren saw that he had taken the medicine, a smile appeared on his face. Yes, this child could bear it, and it was a good start.

He took half a brick from beside him and said with a smile: "There is another half brick right next to the city gate outside the Xicheng Gate of Xiangyang. Go and get it for me. I'll give you half an hour. Remember, it's only half an hour."

Liu Jing took a closer look at the brick's appearance, turned around and ran away. He had only half an hour for more than forty miles. This was like the half-marathon schedule in later generations, and he was about to run into the ranks of masters.

"Run quite fast!"

Yu Zhenren walked to the pavilion with his hands behind his back, looking at Liu Jing's figure running away from afar, with a knowing smile on his face. Although the child didn't talk much, he was very smart and didn't ride a horse. He actually guessed his intention, and the child could teach him!

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To be continued...