Three Kingdoms: I rely on system loopholes to survive

Chapter 23 Classic Re-engraving
Since Fan Chou withdrew his troops that day, the city of Chang'an returned to calm after a long absence.

Zhong Ping went to court, and it was rare to have free time to walk on the street.

It was the Qingyang season when the spring rain was like crisp and the imperial willows were better than the smoke. He held an umbrella in his right hand and gently rubbed the piece of Gebu at his waist with the fingers of his left hand.

The raindrops hung densely on the edge of the umbrella, weaving a curtain in front of his eyes.The outline of the whole Chang'an was blurred by water mist, and it seemed to stop forever in a place beyond his reach.

Maybe it was because there were too few pedestrians on the road that he had such an illusion.

Zhongping walked through the narrow streets, the more people went in, the less people there were. There were no residents in the dilapidated alleys for a long time, and the moss-stained firewood doors were loosely covered with corroded and broken wooden locks.

He checked the address of his hometown written on the Gebu, and stopped in front of the half-open wooden door.

Fang Meng, 36 years old, born in Chang'an, has no relatives or party.

Zhong Ping once asked the veteran in the city about Fang Meng. He knew that the simple and honest black-faced man served in the military at the age of 20 and served as the guard of the East City. There have been no omissions in the past 16 years. People can't be regarded as brilliant, but they are dedicated enough to their duties.

After Dong Zhuo moved his capital to Chang'an, the original guard of the east gate made his wife beautiful.He was taken captive by soldiers from Xiliang, but the city guard couldn't resist, so he threw himself into the water and died.

At that time, Fang Meng had just changed hands and walked up the city wall when he saw the wife of the Xiliang army who was violating the city defense order.He has been honest for more than ten years, and no one expected him to pounce on him.

Everyone saw that Fang Meng's knife was aimed at the heart of that Xiliang soldier, but he stabbed too hard.In the end, the knife stabbed sideways, only cutting off the opponent's arm.

A look of emotion appeared on the veteran's face.

There are so many guards at the east gate, and there are many who have received the favor of the previous guards. Everyone is suffocating, and they all want to take revenge on that Xiliang soldier.

But no one thought that Fang Meng would be the first to draw the sword.

No one has ever thought about it, Fang Meng is such an honest person, and he is not very courageous...

Zhong Ping remembered that he had heard Fang Meng say that his garrison order was recommended by his colleagues, but he had not actually been appointed by the imperial court.

During times of war, no one would care about the appointment or dismissal of a small official like him.

At that time, Zhong Ping said with a smile that when he was free, he would write several letters of appointment for him.

He originally thought that Fang Meng was lamenting that he was not taken seriously, but now that he thought about it, maybe the real meaning of what the other party said was complaining about the dead former city guard.

Zhong Ping pushed open the dilapidated door, and the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, about the height of a person.

Fifteen to join the army, eighty to return.

Daofeng villagers: Who is there in the family?

From a distance, it is the Jun's house, and there are many pine and cypress mounds.

The rabbit enters from the dog sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam.

The atrium is born in the valley, and the inoue is born in the sun.

The pounded grains are used for cooking, and the harvested sunflowers are used for soup.

The rice soup is cooked for a while, but I don't know who it is!

Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes.

Suddenly, Zhong Ping murmured this poem, and he unfolded the piece of Gebu in his hand.

On such a large piece of cloth, a person's life can be written in just one line.

It's empty.

Zhong Ping stared at the piece of Gebu in his hand.

He bent down and lowered his body, trying to write the song "Fifteen Military Expeditions" on Ge Bu's back.

Zhong Ping subconsciously reached for a pen in his sleeve, but his hand was empty, but there was no pen or ink on him.

There are no portable pens in this era.

Zhong Ping sighed softly.

He wiped the dust off the well platform with his sleeve, carefully selected stones of suitable shape, and built a small tombstone with the stones he picked up.

Zhong Ping sat by the well platform for a while, he felt completely empty.

The dilapidated chaimen swayed in the wind with a "squeak" and "squeak".

A pile of stones stands alone on the blue-gray well platform, and under the stones is smoothed and wrinkled Gebu.

A sentence, a poem, and a letter of commission were written on it with a touch of grass juice.

outside the city
Zhang Ji has not appeared in front of Fan Chou these days.

Losing to a little-known kid like Zhongping for three consecutive battles, Zhang Ji lost all face, and now even the soldiers in the battalion are criticizing him in private.

Zhang Ji felt bitter.

He really wanted to tell Fan Chou about Zhong Ping's evil ways, but it was too unbelievable.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Fan Chou would never believe it, and might even suspect that this was Zhang Ji's excuse.

But this can't be blamed on Fan Chou. If someone tells me that he was defeated because the enemy was blessed by the gods.

Then I definitely don't believe it, not only don't believe it, I'm afraid I will give the other party two slaps.

But now the fact is the case!
It's not that our army doesn't work hard, but the enemy has Gundam...

Zhang Ji waved the spear in his hand, imagining the opposite air as Zhongping, and he used the power of his wrist to continuously simulate the two previous attacks against Zhongping.

But no matter how he changes his offensive, the imaginary level cannot escape his fatal blow.

"General, there are envoys from Chang'an City who have sent books and silk."

It was a familiar soldier who came forward to deliver the letter.

As soon as Zhang Ji turned his attack, he withdrew his spear, feeling very puzzled.

Books?

Who will send him a letter?

What is the purpose of sending the letter at this time?

Zhang Jigang was about to take the book from Xiaobing, but his gaze paused slightly.

The soldier in front of him seems to be the herald next to Fan Chou?

No wonder it looks so familiar, I have seen it many times on weekdays.

Zhang Ji didn't think too much, and directly took the book from Xiaobing and stuffed it into his bosom.

His hands were covered with sweat, and he was a little worried about the crowd outside the tent.

Opening the letter at this time, not to mention that the sweat on the hands will easily contaminate the book, resulting in missing information; but if there is any information that is not good for you in the book, it will be even more troublesome if it is leaked.

Zhang Ji returned to the tent, wiped his palms before opening the book.

There were no persuasive or provocative words in it as Zhang Ji thought, and the whole text was just ordinary greetings and incomprehensible ramblings.

The only thing worth noting is that the writing on the silk is not smooth, and there are often large smudges in the middle of the words.

Zhang Ji was stunned.

What does it mean?I'm ready to be ridiculed and recruited, what are you trying to do by giving me such a mess?
What do you mean by "the last time I saw General Zhang was the last time", "listening to what the general said is like listening to the same words"?
Isn't this just nonsense?

Almost at the same time that Zhang Ji returned to the tent with the books, the former herald and soldier rushed to Fan Chou's camp.

Fan Chou raised his eyebrows when he heard that Zhang Ji was secretly colluding with Chang'an, not surprised.

He thought that he knew that I knew that you were an insider, and that you must have rebelled when you were captured for the first time.

The reverse jump didn't take me...

Ah no, bah.

Fan Chou slapped the table hard, and said angrily: "No wonder we have been defeated repeatedly! Good job Zhang Ji, you really are not a son of man!"

"Come on, follow me to the right camp!"

(End of this chapter)