For a Prosperous World

The light in the room was on, and a thin shadow was cast on the thin window screen. Looking out of the window, that Qianying lowered her head as if looking at something.

In the room, Diao Chan sat by the window with a picture scroll spread on the table by the window.

When she was adopted by Wang Yun as a child, she was taught singing, dancing, and painting, and was given the opportunity to read. She is not talented and does not understand doctrines, but she enjoys reading poetry and fu.

Every time I read deep, I always yearn for those who are so talented in poems. They can swim across mountains and rivers, and flowers, trees, grass, and stones can be poems.

So when she was young, she thought that she could meet a scholar, who was a tourist, carrying a backpack, carrying a bucket bucket, and swimming across the mountains until she met her.

On the scroll in front of her, there was a scholar in white carrying a book box. The scholar was wearing a bucket, but he did not paint the picture.

Because she thought for a long time and didn't know what the person should look like, whether it was handsome, ordinary, or shameless. She couldn't think of it, so she just wanted to wait until he met the person before painting his appearance.

Now it seems that there is no chance to paint it.

"What should you look like?" Diao Chan looked at the person in the scroll and asked softly, but unfortunately the person in the painting would not answer her.

It was dark, and she put away the scrolls. If she could, she hoped that she would still see such a person in the future, and she would remember his face. I don't want to meet him again, just look at it from a distance so that she can draw it.

She put the scroll back in the box and looked sideways blankly at the window, this time should not be too much for her.

She remembered something, got up from the table, walked to the cabinet and took out a box of needlework and cloth.

The light in the room was on, casting a shadow on the window screen. Looking out of the window, the people in the room seemed to be holding needles and embroiders something.

On the second day, a post was delivered to Xiang Zhuo, Dong Zhuo. It was Situ Wang Yun who wanted to entertain him. As for whether he could go or not, Dong Zhuo had not decided yet.

"Kacha." The wheel rolled off a stone on the ground and stopped.

The man on the carriage opened the curtain and came down from it. He was wearing a black warm armor and a purple gold goose crown.

Lu Bu returned from facing upwards, with a gloomy complexion. Now that Dong Zhuo has taken over the power in the DPRK, he has become even more ridiculous. Some of the things he does are hard to see.

At that time, because he was under the control of Ding Yuan, he could not perform, and saw that he had great ambitions and left Ding Yuan.

At this point, Dong Zhuo is no better than Ding Yuan today. Go on like this, sooner or later.

"General."

When the front guard saw Lu Bu, there seemed to be something to report, and he came forward and stood beside Lu Bu.

"General, a woman visited in the morning and said something happened to the general. Still waiting in the front room, will the general be visible?"

woman?

It may be that his thoughts were interrupted, and Lu Bu's face was a little unsightly.

Or maybe I guessed who this woman was, and said it after a while.

"Bring her to see me."

After speaking, I stood in front of the house.

I didn't want to entertain the woman, but I was just waiting for the woman to come out and finish what she was going to say, and she was going to let her go.

"Yes."

The guard next to Lu Bu stepped back and quickly took the woman.

It didn't take long for Lu Bu to wait, the guard took a woman up, and indeed Diao Chan was right.

But unlike the red makeup of yesterday, at this time she was just wearing light clothes, a little bit more beautiful, but also a little different taste.

"I didn't tell you. If Wang Situ is in trouble, let him speak for himself." Lu Bu's voice was a bit heavy, and he didn't like to say what he said a second time.

Diao Chan seemed to have anticipated Lu Bu's attitude, and saluted, whispering.

"Don't worry about the general, the little girl is not here for the sake of my father."

After all, for a woman, Lu Bu took a deep breath and didn't care about it.

"What happened then?"

"The little woman broke out in Japanese yesterday and offended the general, and today she came to apologize." Said Diao Chan took a thing from his waist, it was a cloth man.

The appearance of that cloth man made Lu Bu bewildered.

What he did was also a general, different from Lu Bu, who did it exquisitely. But there are also seven points similar, it can be seen that the intention is used.

"The cloth people in my hometown are meant to bless the peace, but they are not precious, and I hope the generals will accept them."

Handing the cloth people to Lu Bu's hands, Diao Chan lowered his head.

"The little girl left first."

After speaking, leave along the street.

Lu Bu said nothing, holding the cloth in his hand, and blessing peace.

He lowered his head and looked at the cloth man in his hand.

The old wife also likes to do these things. At that time, he asked her to do less. She just smiled and said that this is blessing of peace and she taught Lingqi to do it.

"Dad wants to come back safely."

Thinking of what Ling Qi said to him, Lu Bu raised a few brows.

What peace can this cloth man keep? He took the cloth man in his hand, and finally sighed, and put it into his arms.

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Returning from the mountain, Zhuge Liang sent Zhuge Ying to rest, and Zhuge Jun went to prepare dinner.

Gu Nan was sitting in front of the hall to cook the medicine, which needed to be cooked for a while. By the time dinner was over, Zhuge Ying woke up and should be ready to drink.

The fan fanned the fire, causing the flame to turn, and sometimes, one or two ignition stars flew out, lighting the furnace wall at night.

Thin smoke wafted from the stove, half-caged in the yard, with a scent of medicine.

"Master." Ling Qi's voice came from behind, Gu Nan looked back.

Before responding, Ling Qi put a bunch of flowers on her head.

The girl smiled as she looked at the white petals against her dull face.

Gu Nan's face flushed, and she stretched out her hand and bounced on her forehead: "Learned to tease the master?"

After that, I was about to take off the bouquet, and there was a footstep in the corridor.

It was Zhuge Liang who came over.

Gu Nan turned his head and asked casually, "Is Xiaoying asleep?"

"Well, falling asleep."

Zhuge Liang responded, looked at Gu Nan, and saw that she was carrying a flower.

First a moment, then a smiley expression appeared on his face, and then he said a moment later.

"Mr. Gu is pretty good."

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Taking the bouquet down with a calm face ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Gu Nan bowed her head in despair to cook medicine.

Zhuge Liang didn't know what he said wrong, touched his head, and sat down.

There was a moment of silence between the three.

"Xiao Liang." Gu Nan said quietly, fanning the fire under the medicine pot.

"Huh?" Zhuge Liang was looking up at the night, hearing Gu Nan's voice answering.

"If you are going out of the mountain, where do you want to go after the mountain?"

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