Now Yang Xiu is suffering from loneliness and pain, like a piece of toilet dumped in a corner.

He suddenly understood that everything was because of the order of the Han Dynasty!

If there was still order from the Han Dynasty, then he should still be glorious. Now, because he lost the order from the Han Dynasty, he has become a prisoner and a prisoner imprisoned in this broken tent.

The order of the Han Dynasty!

What he despised and disdained was the decay and ignorant order of the Han Dynasty...

If one day he could return to the past, he would do his best to maintain the order of the Han Dynasty, prevent the establishment of the Hongdu Academy, prevent the party and imprisonment from causing disaster, prevent the Western Qiang rebellion, prevent the Yellow Turban from causing chaos, and prevent...

Oh my God!

After completely losing the order of the Han Dynasty, Yang Xiu realized that what could make him live a comfortable life was not his family, nor the plaques hanging on his Sizhitang, nor the various gold, silver, jewelry, jade and wealth buried in his house!

"Little Son!"

A tiny sound rang out.

Yang Xiu was suddenly shocked, "Who?!"

"I, it's me..." The slight voice came through a gap in the tent. "Little Langjun, it's a great opportunity now! There's a lot of chaos outside, no one cares about this place, run away quickly!"

"Escape?" Yang Xiu was stunned and then lay down at the gap in the tent and looked out.

There was a black shadow outside the tent, and most of the face was in the shadows, shaking and unable to see clearly.

The sound was a bit familiar, but it was too noisy outside now, and Yang Xiu could not be sure who the black shadow was.

"Yes, little husband," the black shadow turned his head and looked around, whispering, "There are war horses in the back camp... Now is the best opportunity... Taking advantage of the moment, they are all ahead... hurry up, it will be too late if you don't escape!"

Yang Xiu listened and couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, feeling that the palm of his hand was extremely slippery, and he didn't know when it was already sweating.

escape?

The breath of freedom seemed to be outside the tent.

But after a moment, Yang Xiu whispered: "Thank you... I won't run away."

『Ah?』The black shadow seemed a little surprised, 『Little man…』

"Thank you..." Yang Xiu repeated for a moment, then smiled and said, "At present, the only person Xiu is proud of is the son of Yang, the descendant of the Four-Known Emperor, the Grand Marshal of the Great Han Dynasty... He would rather die standing than kneel down and beg for survival...

The black shadow outside the tent was silent for a moment, "Okay. Give this knife to Xiaolangjun, if it is Xiaolangjun..."

There was a rustling outside the tent, a short blade was stuffed into the gap, and then the light and shadow swayed twice, and the shadow left.

Yang Xiu stepped forward, picked up the short blade, looked at it in the shaking light, and an extremely complicated look appeared on his face.

It seems like crying, or laughing.

...

...

On the banks of the river.

Under the command of the drums of war, the panicked Cao army finally organized some of them. Under the leadership of Wuqiu Jian, they rushed out of the camp and rushed straight to the floating bridge on the river bank.

Wu Qiujian was a little nervous and excited when he rode on the horse.

His father Wu Qiuxing died of serious injury after the Battle of Hedong. Wu Qiuxing was angry and frustrated when he was dying. He roared towards Hedong, and then died of his anger. This was undoubtedly a very great stimulation for the young Wu Qiujian, and it was also a bloody scar in his heart.

His father worked diligently, worked hard all his life, studied the scriptures hard, and strived for excellence. He was a complete test worker in a large town. However, he fell into a naval force of Fei Qian and died of depression, which became an irreparable regret.

The Wuqiu family came from Wenxi. It is said that the ancestors of the Wuqiu family were also very awesome, but what's the use?

Just like the one who is behind the King Jing of Zhongshan, it sounds very awesome, but who actually cares?

Although both Wuqiu and Pei were from Wenxi, they did not have as many assets as Pei.

Because they were originally from Shandong, they gradually moved to Wenxi. They did not have as big social relations as the Pei family, nor did they have huge land wealth like the surnames such as Pei Pi and Zhang Liu in Hedong Wei. The only thing they could rely on was the scriptures they brought from Shandong...

Study hard and study hard, and study hard, you can imagine the educational resources you can obtain in areas like Wenxi, Hedong, which is close to the border of the Han Dynasty.

However, Wu Qiu Xing fought out a way out, stood out among the many children of Hedong gentry, became a filial and honest official, and entered the eyes of the Han Dynasty's chief masters.

Everyone said that Wu Qiuxing was lucky, but Wu Qiujian knew how much effort and sweat his father Wu Qiuxing had put into this "good luck"?

After becoming a Langguan, it does not mean that Wuqiu can lie down and enjoy it. He still has to work diligently and work hard. He not only has to wipe his boss' shit, but also has to take the blame for his boss. When his boss is happy, he also has to applaud and cheer...

In this way, Wu Qiuxing got a comment, "He is a good man."

When the young wife was about to become a mother-in-law, she was just one step away from becoming a local official who could truly control one area, Fei Qian was like a stone falling from the sky, falling on Wuqiuxing's path to promotion.

His father died of anger, which led to Wu Qiu Jian's suspicion. He always felt that some guys gathered together and laughed, probably probably laughing at him...

Even if Wu Qiu Jian understood that he was the neighbor who was suspicious of his axe, he would still feel depressed in his heart.

Without the care of his father, Wu Qiu Jian lived a very careless life before.

Just like this time I stayed in the Cao army camp, he did all kinds of complicated things, and he was running errands for all kinds of tiring tasks. He also smiled and said that he was young and should be active and running more...

Who doesn't want to have a good meal and sleep?

Who would like to be on standby at any time at twelve hours a day?

But Wu Qiu Jian wanted to smile and pat his chest and said, "I like it! I am born to be hard-working!"

Like a lot!

The main premise of suffering and endurance is that it is worthwhile to achieve the goal through hard work and overcoming difficulties...

The word "worthy" can be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai.

All the afflictions over the years have always been in the hearts of Wuqiu Jian.

Now, he felt that he could take the opportunity to compete with the cavalry and attack these damn Hussar soldiers, and more importantly, he expressed his depression that had been accumulated for many years!

While thinking, Wu Qiujian rode his horse out of the camp gate and ran along the road towards the floating bridge.

But just one or two hundred cavalrymen, what's so great about it?!

Behind him were soldiers holding the general's flag, and the ink-colored word "Wuqiu" floated again on the Heluo land...

This made Wu Qiu Jian’s blood thrilling!

What is a famous Han scholar?

A famous scholar is not only capable of speaking and eloquent, but more importantly, he is knowledgeable. He is a general when he comes out, and he is a general when he comes in!

Let you all see what the famous Han scholars look like!
Chapter completed!