[Three Kingdoms] After offending Wei Guoquan, I went to the peak of my life

Zhang Chunhua, who hadn't received anyone, lowered his head subconsciously, and saw his husband's eyebrows trembling in pain because of the pain, and immediately rushed forward, hugged half of Sima Yi's body, and called him emotionally: "Enlang, are you okay?" ?”

Seeing that Sima Yi closed her eyes and remained motionless, she lowered her head and sobbed softly.

Zheng Ping and the others couldn't pretend they couldn't see it, and they all stepped forward together.

"Ma'am, is this...?" Zheng Ping put on a surprised and concerned look, and ordered the medical-savvy Buqu behind him to come forward to diagnose and treat Sima Yi.

Zhang Chunhua did not refuse this time. She wiped the tears off her face with a handkerchief, and said, "My husband's illness has always been good and bad. It just rained heavily, and my husband has always been a lover of books. Maybe he is worried about the future of the hospital. The bamboo slips were soaked by the rain and the handwriting was stained, and in a hurry, they rushed to the backyard to collect the slips..."

The unfinished meaning was just Sima Yi's potential that was forced to explode because of his impatience. Now that the book is finished, he will return to a half-dead appearance just like Ultraman who used up his 3-minute transformation time.

This can be regarded as explaining why Sima Yi seemed paralyzed and stupid, drooling, but ran to the backyard as if nothing had happened when it rained.

Sima Yi really loves books and is obsessed with books, otherwise he would not ignore his pretending to be sick and rush to the backyard to save books immediately.

But Zhang Chunhua's reasoning was far-fetched after all, and it was easy to arouse the doubts of others.However, these two people have extremely strong psychological qualities. Even if they realize that they have probably exposed their secrets, they can still continue to act as if nothing happened, and the acting is extremely real.

Zheng Ping did not intend to expose, and expressed his deep sympathy to Mrs. Zhang: "Thank you Madam."

Zhang Chunhua thanked him in a low voice, but felt that the other party's words sounded wrong.

The trilogy who knows some medical skills was born in the army. He mainly treats trauma and cold, and his medical skills are not very good. Naturally, he is helpless against Sima Yi's "disease".

He didn't dare to diagnose and treat rashly, so he had to tell the truth... But he could give Sima Yi some prescriptions for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis for the big bag that was knocked out of the back of Sima Yi's head.

Zheng Ping asked the guards to help move Sima Yi back to the rattan couch to clean up the mess.

Zhang Chunhua thanked him with courtesy, and in order to express her gratitude, she took out a jar of candied fruit from the house and gave it to Zheng Pingping as a thank you gift.

Zheng Ping suddenly thought of what was recorded in the history books: Sima Yi pretended to be sick and was caught by the maid, and Zhang Chunhua killed the maid neatly to prevent the incident from leaking out... Immediately, he felt that this jar of candied fruit seemed to contain a bit of murderous intent.

But he just let people accept this "gift" calmly, and offered to resign on the grounds that the rain had stopped.

Zhang Chunhua stood at the door to see them off.When the convoy was far away, she closed the door, held the jade ornament in her hand and looked at Sima Yi.

Sima Yi has opened those heavy eyes and shook his head slightly at her.

Zheng Ping, who was sitting in the carriage, opened the pot and used a bamboo stick to open the inside. After finding only dried peaches, he threw it to the guard without interest.

"I don't like to eat this. You can share it."

This candied fruit is indeed non-toxic, and it is impossible for Zhang Chunhua to poison it.

Even if she really wanted to kill them, and had the urge to send poisoned candied fruit to silence them, she would eventually give up this plan because of reason.

She couldn't guarantee that everyone in the convoy could eat this can of candied fruit, as long as one person survived, it would be endless trouble.

She wouldn't do such thankless, stupid things.

So after weighing the pros and cons, the couple chose to play it to the end and let them go as if nothing had happened.

Zheng Ping also lived up to their expectations, pretending that he didn't notice anything, and never took the initiative to challenge it.

The guard took the candied fruit and didn't forget to pat Zheng Ping's rainbow fart, and then took the clay pot to the convoy to share it equally.

After getting along for half a day, they found that Zheng Ping was not as difficult to get along with as the rumors said, as long as he didn't offend him, he would not take the initiative to provoke others, and he was quite generous.

The slow speed is really drowsy.Zheng Ping took out a small pottery bottle from his bosom, which contained dozens of medicines. It was a patented medicine that he borrowed from a medical house when he was in Xu County. disease.

Although the time is short and there is no obvious curative effect, it does suppress a little bit of irritability.

The next journey can be said to be safe and sound, and the convoy is unimpeded, reaching the border of Yanzhou.

In half a month, apart from meeting Sima and his wife, there was only one unusual thing.

The day before approaching the border of Yanzhou, he found a man squatting on a boulder roasting sparrows on a path in the woods.

The stone is about half the height of a person, and the person on the stone is wearing a light-colored cotton cloth, turning the branch in his hand, and roasting it on the fire.

This man roasted birds alone in the forest, but he chose such a high and conspicuous position, no matter how he looked at it, it was a bit weird.The guards put their hands on the handle of the knife vigilantly, and asked Zheng Ping whether to make a detour.

"No need."

Zheng Ping only glanced at the man and then looked away.Smelling the smell of burnt meat in the air, he remembered that his group hadn't had lunch yet, so he asked his attendants to open the round kettle, took out the pies that had just been warmed in the morning, and distributed them to everyone.

Because it is placed in the cauldron, this cauldron is specially made by Kong Rongming's family craftsman, and it has the effect of heat preservation. Therefore, the pie that is taken out has residual heat, and along with this residual heat, it emits the fragrance of the cake.

The young man squatting on the stone sniffed his nose and looked towards them.

The guards dealt with the small pie in twos and twos, and stared at the young man warily.

The convoy was still advancing slowly, and when they passed the road section where the boulder belonged, the man suddenly jumped off the rock and landed just three feet away from the convoy, blocking their way.

The guards untied the cloth belts wrapped around the knives and prepared for the first battle.

However, the young man in front did not take off the double maces from his waist.He has been standing in that not-so-far-not-near position, not getting any closer.

"Can I exchange food with you?"

The head of the guard glanced sideways at Zheng Ping, and saw that he was slowly eating the pie and drinking honey water from time to time, without any intention of opening his mouth, so he could only speak out by himself.

"Exchange for food? With your scorched sparrow?" The chief guard's tone was acceptable, but what he said was a bit blunt.

Looking at the young man blocking the way again, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, his spirit is clear, and his body is full of vitality like the scorching sun. He doesn't look like a deceitful person.

Hearing what the chief guard said, he seemed to hear something incredible, and raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "Of course not."

Under the watchful eyes of the guards, the young man took out a piece of jade pendant with clear luster, put it in his hand and played with it: "How about this?"

Talking about the discussion, the young man stared straight at Zheng Ping, waiting for the real talker to speak.

Zheng Ping swallowed the last mouthful of cake, and calmly took out the thin silk to wipe off the cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

"You can change the dagger at your waist."

The young man was quite surprised to get Zheng Ping's answer.But he quickly understood the key, with a warm smile on his face, but a firm rejection in his eyes.

"Weapons are not allowed."

"I won't take advantage of you either. In addition to food, you can choose any horse as compensation."

Exquisite and sharp daggers are rare, and horses in troubled times are even more difficult to find.

Whether the young man's finely crafted dagger is more precious, or the BMW that Kong Rong personally selected and was carefully raised by the aristocratic family, is still inconclusive.

But the young man still didn't think about it, and shook his head without hesitation: "That's not the reason."

Zheng Ping said bluntly: "I have no interest in your jade pendant."

After speaking, let the team move on.

The young man made way for them, and when the convoy was about to leave, he suddenly followed.

He didn't care about the vigilance and hostility of the guards, as if he couldn't see the blade lying in front of him.

"Although you can't exchange weapons, you can choose other—"

"Except for that dagger, there is nothing on you that interests me."

"My skill is not bad, I can protect you for a while."

"I have no shortage of guards, so why add another person to increase rations?"

The young man slowed down following the pace of the chariots and horses. He looked at Zheng Ping fixedly, and suddenly choked up:

"My dear friend, please do me a favor, I'm starving to death."

Zheng Ping: "..."

Seeing that Zheng Ping's gaze fell on the roasted sparrow in his hand, the young man's expression became even more sad: "I have been lost in this forest for five days, and on the third day I finished eating dry food, and after that I can only hunt birds and beasts to eat, but My baking skills... Cough, I managed to eat it for two days, and I really can't eat any more. You are the only group of living people I have seen in the past few days. If you don't save me, I will really be hungry dead."

The young man complained about his sorrows, unlike when he first met him, he looked refreshed and heroic.

"...It is true that those who see it are sad, and those who hear it cry." The guards were expressionless, and Zheng Ping was also expressionless, so he concluded.

Maybe it was the young man's confession that touched a certain memory of Zheng Ping, maybe Zheng Ping wanted to get rid of this person as soon as possible, or maybe it was because he did good deeds every day, and if there was no shortage of food, he just found someone to deal with the leftover cakes and food to avoid overnight, Zheng Ping asked his servants to take it Two pieces of cake, handed to the youth.

The young man thanked him and devoured it immediately.

Zheng Ping's convoy continued to move forward, and before driving a few feet away, the young man followed him again.

Facing Zheng Ping's questioning gaze and the almost blinding sword lights of the guards, the young man explained: "I'm not pestering you... I don't know the way, so I'll follow you for a while and leave the forest."

Zheng Ping was noncommittal, and the young man followed behind, keeping a position not too far or too close to the convoy.

The vigilance of the guards towards him did not disappear. After walking for about half an hour, when he was about to walk out of the woods, the young man suddenly changed his expression and shouted at Zheng Ping:

"brother--"

After the sound, he immediately lowered the volume a little: "Don't go forward again."

Zheng Ping saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, so he ordered the convoy to stop: "Why?"

"There is the sound of soldiers/guns ahead."

Zheng Ping looked slightly condensed.

He listened carefully, but did not hear anything abnormal.

But that doesn't mean the other party is lying.No matter what Zheng Ping's identity was in the past, what he uses now is Mi Heng's body, and his five senses are limited.Even if the sensitivity and ability to respond to crises is extremely good, it cannot change the vision and hearing of the original owner within a certain period of time.

Therefore, if this young man's sense of hearing is indeed different from that of ordinary people, it is not impossible for them to hear the abnormal sound before them.

The chief of guards had served in the army, and he reacted quickly and fell on the ground, with his ears on the ground, listening carefully.

The rest of the guards didn't dare to make a sound, they waited quietly for a moment, about ten heartbeats later, the chief guard suddenly got up from the ground, his eyes were shocked: "Turn around!"

Zheng Ping ordered decisively: "Bring food and water, throw away the rest of the luggage, cut the ropes of the carriage, and leave immediately on horseback."

Everyone followed their words, and the two of them sat on a horse and turned their heads back.

It was too late, but soon, an army/team also riding horses rushed into the forest, followed by dozens of arrows.

This team of cavalry/army was also taken aback when they saw the baggage thrown down ahead and the riders who hadn't gone far.But they had no time to change direction, so they could only ride forward.

Zheng Ping recognized the first person as a military general under Cao Cao's account, and he had a relationship with him in the corridor of Sikong Mansion.

The stream of arrows following this cavalry/soldier was endless, and several of them approached quickly and shot at Zheng Ping's place.

"careful!"

Zheng Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and a bright silver light shot towards him at an extremely fast speed, reaching the tip of his nose in the blink of an eye.

It was a feather/arrow that sealed its throat with blood.