[Three Kingdoms] Heroine Cultivation Manual

The general's mansion's discussion on the Yuan family continued until late January, the day of the New Year's Eve.

The heavy snow in Luoyang happened to stop on the night of the 29th. Qin Chu Bingzhu was in the study to approve the official documents until the early morning. When the first birdsong came from the window, he realized that the snow had cleared.

"Tomorrow is the Spring Festival." The system jumped up and down on her desk, looking very excited, "This is your No.20 year in the Eastern Han Dynasty, why don't you give yourself a vacation?"

Qin Chu stretched out his index finger and patted its head, shaking his head: "There are so many things going on recently, I can't let it go."

At the end of the year, Luoyang was fairly peaceful. All the officials had been busy for another year, and now they went home to rest and take a bath. The capital was therefore quiet for a few days, but the development of other jurisdictions could not be stopped.After the New Year's Eve, the North and the South Yuan must make some moves. She must grasp the movements of Jincheng and Dongwu before then, so as not to fall into a passive position because of Luoyang's isolation.

The system extracted the thoughts in her head, tilted her head, and sincerely did not understand: "Dongwu has Cai Yan and Xun You, Jincheng has Jia Xu, don't they do things?"

"Yes, but if I leave the matter to them, they should also check it."

"But you still have Guo Jia and Xun Yu by your side, even if you really need to check, why don't you share some of it with them?"

"I've already broken up."

"But you have to read it again. Why? It's because Yuan Shu and Yuan Shao don't know when to do it. Do you feel nervous?"

"..." The artificial intelligence was too straightforward, and Qin Chu had nothing to say.

The higher you stand, the more you carry.The current situation has completely deviated from the historical track. Although she has Tobu's spies, she can't reach Jizhou. Since the information she has is limited, she can only double consider her own development to prevent an unfavorable situation.

The system is right, she has indeed done too much unnecessary work.

But even with the wildest guesses, the latest war won't start until mid-March, and during that time, can she do nothing?

"Forget it, let's wait until the New Year is over." She thought for a while, and finally let go of herself, and said to herself, "By February or so, the map of Xu/zhou will be delivered."

It is certainly impossible for Cai Yan to travel thousands of miles from Xiliang to Xuzhou because she is "worried about Xun You".

In fact, when she was in the Northwest, she had already started arranging for her subordinates to learn map surveying and mapping, and Cai Yan was the person she sent to lead.

The map surveying and mapping technology in the Qin and Han Dynasties was quite backward. With the general level of map drawing in this era, it may not be impossible to encounter mountains and rivers that have never been heard of during the march.

Qin Chu couldn't directly ask the system to give her the "Map of the Eastern Han Dynasty in 189 AD", but he could teach the drawing method to his subordinates.It's just that she didn't expect that when she took two steps on this road, something happened in Xuzhou.Even Cai Yan knew that the situation was urgent and would increase manpower to speed up the process.

Everything was done in secret, and Cai Yan is her advisor who has been with her for many years, so she can trust her naturally.

Qin Chu sighed, put down his pen, and poked the hamster's stomach: "Okay, as you said, take a two-day rest today and tomorrow."

According to the previous regulations, on the first day of the first lunar month, it is necessary to enter the palace to congratulate the emperor.It's just that Liu Bian's body is weak, and he caught the wind and cold in the heavy snow in the middle of winter, and now he is too sick to get out of the couch, so he naturally avoided the court meeting.

Since there is nothing to do in the morning of the new year, we can also have a peaceful feast on New Year's Eve.

Qin Chu went to bed with his clothes on in the early morning, and when he woke up again, the sky had already been covered with sunset glow, which was full of pink and pink rays, dyeing the plain snow in the general's mansion into a warm color.

"Huh, Ah Chu?"

Sun Ce opened the door and came in, holding a few stacks of mahogany cards in his arms. Seeing that she had just adjusted her clothes and came out slowly from behind the screen, she couldn't help being taken aback: "So you sleep here."

"I was too lazy to go back to my room last night when I approved official duties." Qin Chu casually straightened his slightly messy temple hair, looked at the wooden sign in Sun Ce's arms, and blinked, "On the contrary What are you doing in the study?"

"Sister Miao said that only the master's study room in the mansion does not have the portraits of Shen Tu and Yu Lei, so I came to help."

Shentu Yulei was the door god in the Han Dynasty, and the custom in Luoyang is to sacrifice to the two gods on the eve of the Yuan Dynasty in order to ward off disasters.

Qin Chu didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he specially set up an order to prohibit sacrifices and praying to gods and ghosts, but the habit of hanging portraits was still preserved by his subordinates.

It's not a big deal either.

It is rare that everything is safe this year, and a lot of people have been recruited under his command. It is a good thing that they have the intention to spend the first day, so Qin Chu patted him on the back and nodded: "Ah Ce, let's go."

Sun Ce blinked, held her wrist instead, and said naturally, "Aren't Ah Chu together?"

He has grown rapidly in the past two years, and he is taller than Qin Chu in the blink of an eye. He is not like an uncrowned boy at all.However, Sun Ce himself is still unconscious, and when interacting with her, his attitude is still the same as that of the chief character, and he loves physical contact at every turn.

Qin Chu raised his eyelids, and saw that his round deer eyes were shining, and he was smiling, looking down at himself.

She was too embarrassed to slap Sun Ce's hand away in a serious manner, so she simply raised her hand in this posture and pulled Sun Ce's fleshless cheek. With sharp canine teeth, he said maliciously: "I am the lord, you should beg me."

The afterglow outside the window just happened to fall on her face, Sun Ce blinked his eyelashes, turned around and put the mahogany plaques with door gods in his hand back on the wooden cabinet, and smiled kindly, but his eyes sparkled:

"Okay, my lord, please help me."

After hanging the door god statue, the sun has completely set.There was still some time before the New Year's Eve feast, and Qin Chu strolled into the courtyard with his hands behind his back, only to see that the night lights had been lit beside the road.

The heavy snow has been falling for several days, and there is no sign of melting until now. At night, the cold moon and stars and the night lights are reflected on the cotton-like white snow, and illuminate the small bamboo forest beside the road. It looks elegant.

Guo Jia moved a bed and sat down, with Lu Bu standing beside him. The two of them stretched their heads around a small stove, holding something in their hands, and looked very relaxed.

"Ah, the lord is here." Guo Jia saw her first, squinted his eyes and waved at her, "General Lu and I are lighting firecrackers. Do you want to come together, lord?"

Qin Chu was stunned for a moment: "Why don't you put the firecrackers in an open place, and gather around the stove?"

Lu Bu was also stunned: "If the bamboo doesn't go into the stove, how will it explode?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and glanced at the iron rod in his hand, then stretched out his hand and pushed it into the stove.

Only then did Qin Chu see clearly through the light that several bundles of bamboo knots had been broken in a mess in the furnace, and sparks were constantly jumping out from it, making a crackling sound.

"Firing firecrackers, of course, is to burn and explode the bamboo joints." Guo Jia picked up the goose feather fan on Hu's bed, and shook it against the stove twice. Throwing the bamboo knots in, the furnace made the sound of bamboo branches exploding again.

Guo Jia then looked up at her, his face was full of blood rarely seen in the fire-lit snowy night.He looked at her with a half-smile, and the cat-head wooden hairpin carved from a plum tree shook in his hair:

"Yingchuan had the custom of lighting firecrackers on the first day of the year, in order to 'scare away the mandrills', and beg for a safe and disease-free next year-doesn't Luoyang do this?"

Qin Chu: "..." I made a mistake.

As a modern person more than 2000 years later, how did she know that the firecrackers of the Eastern Han Dynasty were really "firecrackers" in the literal sense, so she can only complain that gunpowder appeared too late.

Qin Chu prevaricated a few sentences: "I grew up in Langyafu Mansion since I was a child, and there is no such custom in the old house."

Lu Bu didn't doubt that there was him, he nodded and added: "There is no one in Bingzhou either." After thinking for a while, he handed over the iron rod in his hand.

Before being fed up by Dong Zhuo's gold, silver and red rabbits, Lu Bu was still a good subordinate. Except for occasionally being arrogant and irritable in front of his colleagues, his attitude towards his superiors was not bad.

She gladly accepted Lu Fei's offer of an iron rod, imitated Guo Jia's action just now, broke off the knotted bamboo stem, threw it into the stove in a dignified manner, and stretched out the stick amidst the loud explosion, her eyes widened. He poked twice without blinking.

"Is that enough?"

"Okay," Guo Jia tilted his head and smiled at her, "But it may not be useful, my lord."

Qin Chu tilted his head to look at him: "Why?"

"Jia has already made a wish, that the Lord will be safe and happy in the coming year, free from evil spirits.

"If the lord promises to himself, he will have to wait for a year. It only works for Guangxi for three years."

"Did Fengxiao promise to himself?"

"I promise after the lord."

Qin Chu smiled: "That's still effective. The general's wish is a little bigger, and he wants all the ministers under him to be safe and successful."

Before she finished speaking, she heard a loud knocking sound from a distance.

New Year's Eve is unusual, and even the watch is louder, as if to convey the rhythm of "Zhengdan" to the whole capital.Qin Chu listened carefully, and vaguely felt the joyous atmosphere in the general's mansion. He felt happy, and raised his hand and threw the iron rod at Lu Bu:

"Okay, it's time. I'll go to the banquet hall first, remember to come when you finish packing."

The banquet living room is still at the northernmost part of the mansion, separated from the study by a long distance.Fortunately, low lamps for lighting were specially lit on the side of the road, and the bluestone slabs on the courtyard road were also cleaned up, so walking at night was not too strenuous.

Unlike civil servants, military generals, even on holidays, have at most reduced shifts.The shifts in the General's Mansion are half-and-half, and you can hear the resting generals chatting and laughing while walking on the road, which is no less deserted than when you were in Xiliang.

The General’s Mansion does not have the habit of offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God or ancestors, so the period before the New Year’s Eve dinner became lively. Liangzhou soldiers often spoke in a Northwest accent, talking endlessly about the end-of-year delicacies and holidays, and occasionally some When discussing marriage, it is said that Xiliang is better.She walked and listened all the way, her heart warmed up slightly, and a smile appeared on her face.

In this noisy environment, she seemed to hear some gentle footsteps, followed by a familiar sentence:

"My lord?"

The voice was soft and peaceful, and seemed to be accompanied by a bit of the bitter coldness of winter snow.Qin Chu paused, looked at the warm paper lanterns in front of him, and didn't look up: "Wen Ruo."

Xun Yu bowed his knees slightly, carefully placed the lantern flat on the ground, and then slowly walked to her side.

Just like many times in the past, he shook off the neatly folded crimson cloak in his arms, spread it out in the snowy night, and then gently fell on Qin Chu.

"Let's go." Qin Chu watched him bend down to tie the ribbon for himself, felt the sweet and bitter aroma lingering in the surrounding air, moved slightly in his heart, raised his hand to caress his smooth black hair in a mysterious way: "accompany me to the banquet hall .”

"it is good."