Jade blood gun

Cobwebs criss-cross the gray wooden beams, and the dilapidated statues are unclear.

Wang Wu opened her eyes, there were no plaques or desks, the dilapidated temple seemed extremely empty, the main hall door was closed, and the surroundings were silent, except for her, there was no one, could not see, could not hear the slightest movement outside .

She was lying in a pile of withered grass, and she didn't know when the scratched palms had been wrapped in white cloth, but there was still some pain.In addition, the whole body, although a little sore and limp after losing strength, is in good shape and there is no injury, which can be regarded as a great blessing among misfortunes.

Wang Wu was originally the store manager of a state-owned telecommunications company, and she could be regarded as a low-level manager, but there were a lot of trivial matters, not to mention a lot of index assessments, and she had to face all kinds of door-to-door complaints every day.What's more, there are still complaints that fail, and those who fail to meet the requirements directly provoke and start.This time, she met a man holding a kitchen knife...complaining...

A small fire was crackling two steps away from Wang Wu. It was also a fire, and this distance was obviously much cuter than before. The bursts of warmth followed the cheerful and dancing flames, dyeing her all over. The stained dress seemed to be trimmed with a circle of golden light, which also clearly reflected the style of the clothes she was wearing.

Three steps around the knees, the classic Hanfu style of curvy train, Wang Wu couldn't help but sighed with her forehead-it really was worn to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty!The wide sleeves slid down with her movements, revealing a white and slender wrist, and the two sapphire bracelets on the wrist collided with each other, making a soft and crisp sound.

Occupational injury, why did you suddenly get hurt in such a precarious and chaotic world?How is this insurance calculated?Who will count for her?She wants to complain!Wang Wu closed her eyes and wailed in her heart.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms were separated.

In troubled times, human life is like a mustard. Warlords divide their regimes and fight each other. Ordinary people are precarious, food and clothing are hard to find, and any movement is the disaster of massacring cities and genocide. They must be prepared to flee almost anytime and anywhere.

If it was a peaceful and prosperous world, she would still be able to dig out some novel gadgets that people in this era have never seen before to start a small business and find a way out for herself.And in this chaotic world full of wars and flames, everyone is running around to save their lives, or fighting for fame and fame. Who cares about these things that cannot be eaten or worn?

Can't lift shoulders, lift hands, can't fight weapons, can't embroider flowers and birds, and don't know anything about agriculture. Even if it's history, although Wang Wu studied liberal arts at university, it's not Han history and literature. At most, he knows the Three Kingdoms , Cao Wei is powerful, and it is finally in the general direction of Jin, so what can it do?If you close your eyes and become a fortune teller, no one will believe it!

Among other things, as far as the present is concerned, the so-called Marquis Ji is exactly what Gongsun Zan obtained after defeating the Yellow Turban. Gongsun Wu's memory can tell her this.But who would tell her that Zhao Yun obviously belonged to Shu Han Liu Bei, why did he work under Gongsun Zan?

While thinking wildly, a series of "gurgling" sounds in the stomach suddenly added several turning tones to the monotonous sound of burning a fire, echoing in the empty ruined temple, which was quite soul-stirring, reminding Wang Wu that since falling into After the hands of the Yellow Turban Army, Gongsun Wu's body has not been touched by a drop of water.

Long-term worries are worse than near-term worries. Wang Wu pressed her empty stomach and decided to talk to the future General of the Five Tigers about the distribution of military rations.

I recalled the classical Chinese that I had memorized in high school. Although I don’t know how to quote the classics, the ordinary dialogue, the wording is more elegant and archaic. Wang Wu thinks that her literary level can still handle it.

However, just sitting up from the pile of hay, some abnormal sensations under her body made Wang Wu's movements stop, and she couldn't help but lay down again.

I seem to have seen on the Internet that in the Han Dynasty, except for the military and traffickers, no matter whether men or women, crotchless pants were popular.And now she can prove it with her own experience - it's true!At least, for women.Because as soon as she sat up, the fabric of the train under her body was just placed between the dry grass and somewhere, and she could clearly feel... friction, and the slightly cool air "passing through" from her feet. enter.

There is no underwear, the waist and legs of the white middle trousers in the skirt are separated, the trousers are returned to the trousers, and the fabric on the waist is only half stitched, leaving the most hidden place empty!

Wang Wu studied the inside and outside of the clothes on her body for a long time, and finally understood why people in this era should kneel instead of sitting.Wearing such clothes or sitting on knees, the possibility of spring everywhere is too high.

In fact, Wang Wu now wears layers of trains, plus there is a small skirt besides the trousers. When walking in daily activities, even the toes are hardly exposed under the skirt, let alone the possibility of being exposed.But for Wang Wu, who is used to wearing underwear, no matter how many layers she wraps up, without this close-fitting layer, the chilly feeling of wearing it is really... so wonderful that it goes without saying, and it is unacceptably awkward!

Wang Wu jumped up from the pile of dry grass, walked carefully to the door, listened to the movement outside, and after confirming that there was no one outside the door, she picked up the corner of her skirt and walked quickly to the shadow of the statue, and quickly solved the problem. Open wide waist.

The train lost its restraint and fell gracefully.Wang Wu took off the small skirt outside the trousers, tore it apart forcefully, wrapped it around her lower body, and tied it together with the wide waist of the trousers.

After confirming the firmness, Wang Wu, who had finally returned to warmth somewhere, breathed a sigh of relief. With difficulty, she wrapped the loose train back and put on the belt.

Although the train she wrapped around herself was a bit looser than before, this body was still only fifteen years old, and the curves and radians that should have hadn't grown at all. It was a flat piece with looser and tighter, and there was no difference.

After a lot of tossing, Wang Wu almost forgot the hunger in her stomach.After repeatedly confirming that there was nothing missing, she took a few long breaths, adjusted her mood, and opened the door.

The ruined temple is located on the top of a hill. The hillside is not too high, but the view is extremely wide.The night is coming to an end, without the brilliant lights of the city that sleeps all night, on the distant horizon, a ray of blue and white light before dawn is extremely clear in the dark night sky, compared with the stars above the head, it looks dim and sparse.The slightly cool air penetrated into her heart with her breathing, which finally lifted her somewhat depressed spirit.

In the silence, one or two horse neighs could be faintly heard from the bottom of the mountain. Wang Wu took two steps outside and looked down the hillside, only to see a few white figures standing on the mountain road holding a faint fire. that end.

But at this moment, another neigh came from behind the ruined temple.

Wang Wu was stunned for a moment before realizing that this hillside rising from the ground was just like a ready-made watchtower in this cold war era.If there is any movement around, you can look down from the top of the mountain, and you can see everything at a glance. The terrain is condescending, and it should also occupy a certain dominant advantage.Yi Cong, who rode thirty white horses, was stationed at the foot of the mountain, and as the commander, Zhao Yun naturally had to be on the hillside, watching all directions.

Thinking of this, Wang Wu also admired herself a little.Picking up the hem of her skirt, she walked back along the outer wall of the ruined temple. Sure enough, at a corner, she saw a faint light shining from behind the ruined temple.

The light is actually not too bright, but the wooden shed-like hut is too dilapidated, the wooden walls are cracked with countless large and small cracks, and the light is scattered through these cracks. It's like coating the cabin with a hazy halo.

After years of wars, this place has been repeatedly looted and looted many times. A few black and scorched wooden piles stood upright clumsily, announcing the connection of the original houses here.And Zhao Yun's white horse was tied to one of the stakes.

"Yun and Mr. Cao have never known each other before. Since they are the Marquis of Ji, they don't have to deal with official business, so they dare not take it personally. Such a heavy courtesy, I dare not accept it. You can just tell me what you said, so what's the problem?" The familiar clear male voice, intonation and pronunciation, With the unique sound of this era, like the sound of a thousand weights of hammering when a gold stone is forged, it is sonorous and sharp, sharp and open, just like the silver spear, straight and sharp, like a dragon, showing its sharpness.

Recognizing Zhao Yun's voice, Wang Wu paused and turned her head to look into the room.

Through the gaps in the wood, there seemed to be two figures facing each other in the room, but their figures and faces could not be seen clearly.

The answer to Zhao Yun was a male voice who sounded old: "Grandpa Cao, General Gao Yi, wanted to make friends with him a long time ago, but he was afraid of arousing the suspicion of Marquis Ji and causing trouble for the general, so he didn't come to visit until today. Duke Cao is ambitious, A person who does not abandon the public for personal reasons, a small gift is only a personal friendship, regardless of official business, the general is like this, isn't it embarrassing for me, it is difficult to explain?"

This sentence is half embarrassing and half blaming, and there is an indescribable compliment in the tone. No need to read, Wang Wu can also imagine that the expression of the speaker at the moment must be enough to lure a little white rabbit out. wolf in the hole.

The first time you are born, you will be given gold and silver, and the second time you will be acquainted, and then you will know the benefits, sow dissension, move people with affection, and point out the direction... Wang Wu could hear it clearly, and couldn't help complaining secretly—this method of poaching the wall is really old-fashioned Can!

However, as long as it is not Liu Bei who comes, regardless of whether it is Cao Gong or Zhang Gong, Wang Wu is not at all worried that Zhao Yun will be persuaded by the other party's trick.Although she didn't like the old Liu Daquan who started crying from the moment he appeared on the stage and cried all the way to the end in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, it is undeniable that Zhao Yun, the little white rabbit, still eats this way!

The night wind blew Wang Wu a little chilly, and she couldn't help breathing on her hands, but she didn't realize that Zhao Yun didn't continue to speak, and the room became quiet unconsciously.

Wang Wu was planning to get closer to see what the lobbyist who "only talked about personal friendship" looked like, when he heard a harsh creaking sound from the decaying door, and in the blink of an eye, the silver light in front of his eyes skyrocketed, and the spear With the momentum of thunder, it was already coming head-on.

Before he even had time to close his eyes, the strong wind cracked his skin and made his skin cold, and the silver spear suddenly flew to one side, clinging to Wang Wu's neck on the left side, and flew away with a swish.The air was split open, and the waves of air caused the skin around Wang Wu's neck to shudder.In a short breath, he heard a sound of "Duo" from behind him, turned around and saw sawdust flying horizontally, and the silver spear was obliquely inserted into a scorched wooden pillar, the body of the gun was still trembling, and the white horse was shocked. hiss.

The door was wide open, and the firelight poured out from the room, illuminating a few strands of hair, which slowly fell from the base of her ears.Wang Wu turned around slowly, her body was stiff, staring at the few falling hairs, she found that her voice was trembling and her legs were weak.

"Miss San?" The steady voice finally had some waves, and Zhao Yun's face was full of anger.

"Zhao...General Zhao..." Wang Wu forced a smile.