Dressed in Tsing Yi

Cao Cao walked slowly in the yard, every step was slow and feeble.How old... Gu is no longer the boy who can mount a horse and gallop across the plain with a big smile.

Back then, when I drove past Yingchuan, what I saw was the sleeping boy... Wen Ruo said that his surname was Guo, his name was Jia, and his name was Fengxiao.

Fengxiao... the lonely Fengxiao...

Now that I think about it, it’s really weird. Obviously there were noisy Zhicai and serious Wenruo at the time, why were they so stubborn?A bit too determined.

Cao Cao waved his hand, and the guards around him retreated wisely, leaving him alone to immerse himself in the past.

But Wen Ruo... Gu sent an empty box for no other purpose, just wanted to imply that he would be silent when necessary, and don't oppose Gu face to face, Gu Duo loses face...

Don't you think that after being alone for a hundred years, you have to be blamed by Feng Xiaozhi to feel at ease... The incense in the house is still there, but the person is no longer there.Cao Cao carefully lit a piece of sandalwood wood, and the scent of sandalwood slowly came out.

When I get older, I don't have the ambitions of the past...

Filial piety, filial piety.

You exchange your life for the world, but you alone cannot exchange the world for you... The world is easy to get, but filial piety is hard to get.

In a daze, the cunning boy stood in front of him, stretching out his hand to call him over.Is the limit of loneliness coming soon?If it arrives, I will be able to accompany you.

laugh.

It's a pity that Gu is no longer young...

Cao Cao looked up.

"Minggong, can I have a drink with Jia?" It's really unexpected that such a thin person likes to drink very much.What did you say at the time?As if he was there, he nodded slightly and said "OK".

Many nights were spent in wine glasses.

Dukang is the only way to relieve worries.

The only way to relieve worries is... Fengxiao?The idea is really...

I went to get the brush, dipped it in the ink, and wrote two characters in a flying style——

Guo Jia.

In the 19th year of Jian'an, the Hou of Mausoleum Pavilion died.

There are two flowers blooming, one for each.

"Gongda." Xi Zhicai took the initiative to speak.

Guo Jia stood aside, and Xun Yu stood next to him.

Xun You nodded and said, "You never thought there would be such a place."

"But even if not, Gongda won't be worried." Xun Yu said.Guo Jia has been silent and unable to intervene.

Xun You: "But...in fact, that's not what the Prime Minister meant." Xun You had never been very talkative, but this time when he met Xun Yu, he started to chatter uncommonly.

Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai stepped back quietly to give them a little space to talk.