For a Prosperous World

Wang Yun's back on the hall was a little twilight, his eyes fell on his official uniform, and a little stain on his sleeves.

He sighed, took a piece of brocade from his arms, and carefully wiped off the wine stains on the official uniform.

I tidy up the crown and straighten my robe. Then he let go of his hand and stood upright in the empty hall.

"Father." Behind him, a woman walked in from the door, just like the Diao Chan at the banquet.

何 "What's the matter?" Wang Yun looked at Diao Chan, only to find himself ridiculous. He could only press the weight of a country on a woman. What is it about these ministers?

He was ashamed of this dangling body, and could not drive a horse across the sword, leading soldiers to discuss thieves, and he was Hanchen.

"Wen Hou walked in a hurry and dropped this cape. Father, can I send it?" Diao Chan asked with a low head, whispering.

What she meant Wang Yun naturally understood that Lu Bu had no interest in leaving early, and dropped his cloak and asked Diao Chan to send it, so that the two could have a chance to contact.

Yun Wang Yun's strategy Diao Chan knew it and had her own decision.

But for a woman, that kind of strategy is equivalent to asking her to live her life, regardless of success or failure.

Either way, try again.

Ye Wang Yun slowly raised his hanging hand and swayed: "Go."

Diao Chan grabbed the cloak in his hand and lowered his head in a loss. A woman of this age, who doesn't want to stay in the boudoir, waits for her wish.

She also thought that the wishful person in her heart should be a young scholar.

When Xun met him, he should be dressed in a white dress, carrying a book box, and walking in the rain with a bucket.

The two would run into each other, look at each other, and shelter from the rain under the pavilion.

The two met each other, Qin Se and Ming Ming, chanting poems, and she would dance a song for him, which should be the most beautiful look of her life.

And she has no choice now, and can't wait for that wishful person.

"Daughter, go down." Diao Chan's eyes were reddish, and she turned to leave.

Yun Wang Yun watched her leave, raised her head, her shoulders dropped, her body was not so straight.

He clicked. Lu Bu leaned Fang Tianji next to the pillar under the eaves and sat down in front of the courtyard.

He had some wine in his body. Although he didn't know why the king Situ banqueted him, there was something he wanted to do, but he didn't seem to want to talk to him easily.

"Humph."

He snorted softly, and Lu Bu shook his head. This is why he didn't like those government affairs, hiding his head.

He sat for a while, and took a cloth man out of his arms.

"Treading." Footsteps came.

Pu Lubu set the cloth aside, and he looked up slightly in the direction of footsteps.

He was a waiter who came up, there were not many waiters in his house, and when he was alone, the waiter usually didn't come up easily, and he would only report when something happened.

"What's wrong?" Lu Bu asked, looking at the attendant who came forward.

"General, there is a woman outside asking for help. She said that her name is Diao Chan, to send the general's cape."

The waiter said, bowing.

Diao Chan, Lu Bu thought about the name, eyes closed, the one on Wang Situ's house?

I thought about looking over my shoulder, and indeed I dropped the cape. When I was seated, I asked the waiter to unwind. When I came out, I was so tired that I forgot to take it.

"Then you ask her to stay in the cloak and go."

Pu Lubu didn't mean to see the Diao Chan. At the banquet, Wang Yun obviously wanted to let the girl get close to him. At this time, it is probably intentional.

"General." The waiter raised his eyes and looked at Lu Bu, and said carefully.

"General, the woman said she wanted to meet the general."

Pu Lubu frowned, and finally let loose, waved his hand, and said impatiently, "Let her in."

Diao Chan followed the waiter and walked into the courtyard. I saw the general in armor and stood there looking at her, and he was also in armor at home. I don't know if all the generals were like this.

The waiter brought Diao Chan to the place and walked away quickly, apparently afraid to stay too much.

"General." Diao Chan bowed his head in salute, his voice soft: "The general hurried away at the house feast, dropped his cloak, and thought of sending it to the general."

After listening to her finish, Lu Bu nodded, stepped forward, took the cape from Diao Chan's hand, and glanced at her.

"When the cloak is delivered, you can leave."

"General." Diao Chan has anything else to say.

But Lu Bu did not mean to listen any more, and raised his hand.

"If Wang Situ has anything to do, let him speak to me without asking you."

She stood in front of Lu Bu, and Diao Chan was at a loss, pouting her mouth, and then said aloud.

"Yes."

After speaking, his face turned pale and half a step back, ready to leave.

When I walked to the porch, she saw an object placed on the yard.

That's a cloth man, it's not good looking, and it's shabby, with stitches and stitches crooked on his face and blood stains.

She didn't understand why there was such a thing in Lu Bu's courtyard.

"General, this cloth doll is worn out."

As soon as she talked about this baby, she felt that the people behind her looked at her.

Lu Fang was still bland, with a chill in his eyes.

A rush of pressure pressed on her, making her breathless, her face flushed. At the same time, my hands and feet were cold, my legs were soft, and I was even unstable.

"I leave you and you leave. What does it matter to you?"

"I ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ got it." Diao Chan could hardly speak.

Xun's force slowly spread, Diao Chan walked up the porch, this time she didn't say anything extra, and quickly left.

I walked far away and dared to look back.

I glanced at it, and just saw the yard, Lu Bu was holding the shabby cloth doll in a daze, and there was no coldness in the look in his eyes, but a little softness.

It was rare to see such a look on the face of General Shaochang.

I just let Diao Chan sting a bit, and she should really have said something wrong.

Diao Chan returned to the house and passed the whole story to Wang Yun.

Most of the lights on the house had gone out. Wang Yun walked in the room, lit an oil lamp, and there was a book post on his desk.

It is difficult for Lu Bu to start this policy. Since Lu Bu can't be reluctant, then force him to take notice.

Wang Wangyun put it on the desk case, and it seemed that there was a decision. He might as well act retrograde and start with another person.

He did so. The mottled hands picked up the post on the table, and he rubbed it a bit. Now he can only let it go.

Lu Bu, the old man wants to see if Dong Zhuo wants to kill you, will you be obediently ordered, or will you go the other way.

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