Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

Hearing this, Li Ji's heart eased, understanding that luring Jia Xu to join Liu Bei's command was mostly accomplished.

For someone like Jia Xu, dealing with him insincerely is useless.

Jia Xu is a person who cherishes his life, wanting to subdue him with full enthusiasm or lofty ideals is impossible; Jia Xu would absolutely ignore it.

Only by presenting naked benefits to Jia Xu would he truly be moved.

However, those benefits for Jia Xu are almost all taboo words that cannot be put on the table, implicitly suggesting the impending end of the Han Dynasty.

Only in this kind of place is there a real opportunity to communicate with Jia Xu.

As for Jia Xu's worries…

Li Ji smiled and said.

“This matter is easy. The one who left a blood letter in the swaddling clothes is either the murderer or the benefactor. And whether it is the murderer or the benefactor is just a word between you and me.”

Jia Xu asked with a smile that was not a smile. “It seems that if I don’t agree to join Liu Xuande’s command, then Mr. Zikun intends to insist that I am the murderer?”

Li Ji waved his hands repeatedly, denying it.

“How could that be? Ji is also a pure and virtuous gentleman, and would never do such a thing to tarnish someone's reputation.”

“Indeed, indeed, I, Jia Xu, am also a gentle gentleman, and naturally would not do such a heinous thing.”

In the next moment, Li Ji and Jia Xu looked at each other and smiled faintly, perfectly interpreting the saying “A gentleman’s friendship is as light as water.”

‘Li Zikun's heart is truly black…’

‘Jia Wenhe is indeed black-hearted.’

However, Li Ji and Jia Xu did not reveal their inner thoughts at all, but began to discuss some details about the blood letter to avoid revealing flaws.

However, delving into this issue inevitably involves Li Ji's background.

In other words, since Li Ji joined Liu Bei's command, he has always avoided talking about his past, in order to prevent Liu Bei from delving into his background.

After all, Li Ji is a true unregistered person, who cannot withstand investigation at all, and even if he wanted to fabricate it, he could not fabricate it without knowing the situation of the local gentry.

For example, if Li Ji directly fabricated that he was the嫡son of the Nanyang Li clan, the result would be that a search of the Nanyang government's files might reveal that the Li clan had never existed in Nanyang.

Or, even if Li Ji directly stated that he was from a commoner background, others would definitely continue to ask in detail which township and which village he came from.

A lie without a certain factual basis cannot withstand any scrutiny.

This time, in order to recruit Jia Xu, Li Ji did not hesitate to personally enter the game and fabricate the blood letter in the swaddling clothes. Now, instead of denying it, it is better to take advantage of the situation and make a fuss about it.

“What Ji said is also the truth. I was abandoned in the wilderness when I was still in swaddling clothes. Where is my clan, I don’t know very well.” Li Ji replied.

Jia Xu was not surprised to hear this.

The world is now chaotic and there are frequent disasters. Similar to Xiahou Yuan being forced to starve his son to death, many people from aristocratic families unfortunately pass away while traveling, leaving bloodlines outside is not surprising.

However, what is now needed is to fabricate a background for Li Ji that can be related to the blood letter in the swaddling clothes and the benefactor Jia Xu, which makes Jia Xu a little embarrassed.

Jia Xu frowned and pondered for a long time before opening his mouth.

“Zikun, I observe the gentry of Liang Province, among them the Longxi Li clan, in which Li Guang was born during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Afterwards, the Longxi Li clan has declined all the way to become a poor family, with few descendants, and many branches have even died out, making it difficult to investigate the descendants' background.”

？ ？ ！ ！

Li Ji.

Longxi Li clan, this Li clan that has already declined into a poor family in Jia Xu's mouth, why does Li Ji feel more and more familiar the more he listens!

Wait…

Isn't Li Shimin claiming to be from the Longxi Li clan?

Good, good, good, as expected of Jia Wenhe, casually fabricating it directly elevates me to an unimaginable height.

Even if everything Li Ji has done is still forcibly corrected to the original trajectory of history, wouldn't Li Shimin, who later claimed to be the "Khan of Heaven," have to kowtow to my name first?

Of course, this is not without its disadvantages. If someone scolds Li Shimin "Fuck your ancestors" behind his back in the future, it would be considered bringing Li Ji in as well.

Li Ji felt guilty about arranging his background in this way and taking advantage of later generations, and asked.

“Wenhe, is there no other better choice?”

Jia Xu, as a Liang Province native, replied.

“This is the most suitable. Twenty-one years ago, there were still other Li surnames in Liang Province where I was, but those were complete genealogies, which are difficult to forge.”

Li Ji sighed deeply, suppressed the inadvertently fluctuating corners of his mouth, concealed his guilt, and said.

“Then let it be so. Please tell me the specific situation of the Longxi Li clan, so that I can be mentally prepared.”

Immediately, Jia Xu recalled it slightly, and then said about the information about the Longxi Li clan.

Of course, since the Longxi Li clan can only be regarded as a poor family, Jia Xu does not know much information, but it is already enough for Jia Xu and Li Ji to fabricate a story related to the Longxi Li clan in turn.

The general idea is: A branch of the Longxi Li clan was looted by bandits, the whole family was killed, and only a woman hid in the bottom of a well with an infant in her arms, and was then accidentally rescued by Jia Xu, who passed by the next day.

Subsequently, the woman was soaked in well water for a long time, had a persistent high fever, and entrusted the infant to Jia Xu's hands on her deathbed.

However, just as Jia Xu was preparing to bring the infant to the main line of the Longxi Li clan for return, he unexpectedly encountered bandits on the way.

In order to save the infant's life, Jia Xu bit his finger and wrote the five characters "Wuwei Jia Wenhe" on the swaddling clothes, and then placed it on a wooden basin and placed it on the Tao River to let it drift down, while Jia Xu went against the Tao River to lead away the bandits.

… …

The next day.

“Alas…”

Jia Xu sighed deeply, facing Liu Bei, whose eyes were already red, and said with emotion.

“At that time, the reason why I left a blood letter in the swaddling clothes was that I felt a deep sense of fate when I saw that infant, and regarded him as my own son, thinking that if Wenhe did not die, the infant would not die either, and one day he could recognize each other with that blood letter.”

“Mr. Wenhe! ! !”

Li Ji cried out in pain and threw himself in front of Jia Xu, which was a touching scene of benefactor reunion.

However, from the angle that only Jia Xu could see, Li Ji gave Jia Xu a look of “Enough is enough, don’t add drama to yourself.”

In the play that was agreed upon in advance last night, there was no such thing as regarding him as his own son. This was obviously trying to take advantage of Li Ji.

However, Jia Xu turned a blind eye to Li Ji's reminder, but affectionately touched the top of Li Ji's head and said.

“Today, Xu and Zikun meet again, it is really God's will, enough to comfort the rest of my life.”

Zhao Yun, who was on the side, was also moved, but couldn't help but ask with some doubts.

“Then why didn’t Mr. Wenhe tell this truth when Mr. Zikun asked yesterday, but instead let Mr. Zikun misunderstand him as an enemy?”

Jia Xu shook his head and said.

“This was already an event sixteen years ago, and the infant had no name. At that time, what I was thinking was: Xu has always been kind to people, how could I have such a deep hatred with Li Zikun? For a moment, I didn’t remember the infant that I placed on the Tao River.”

“How to prove it?” Zhao Yun looked at Li Ji, who seemed to be already distraught, and asked again.

Jia Xu raised the cloth with the blood letter "Wuwei Jia Wenhe" written on it and said.

“Last night, I wrote the blood letter again. Zikun saw the words and judged that the one written on the swaddling clothes was the same person, which is enough to prove it.”

When he said this, Jia Xu's eyes drooped slightly, and his eyes were moist, as if tears were about to fall.

In fact, it hurts!

Li Ji secretly twisted Jia Xu's thigh meat hard to remind him that he could shut up.

And at this moment, Liu Bei wiped away his tears and said with emotion.

“Perhaps there is a will in the dark, Bei can hardly imagine how Zikun drifted down from the Tao River thousands of miles away, experienced sixteen years, and then transferred to Zhuo County to meet Bei, sending Zikun to Bei's side…”

“Furthermore, perhaps it is also God's will that he could not bear to see Mr. Wenhe and Zikun separate, so he arranged for you to meet again in Julu City sixteen years later.”

“According to Bei's opinion, taking advantage of this reunion, why doesn't Mr. Wenhe adopt Zikun as his adopted son, and Zikun also worship Mr. Wenhe as his adopted father, and continue this relationship that has been interrupted for sixteen years, how about it?”

In an instant, the expressions of Li Ji and Jia Xu froze.

How about it?

That's naturally very bad.

Li Ji and Jia Xu both knew very well that both sides were just acting, and with this relationship, Jia Xu could integrate into Liu Bei's small group as soon as possible after joining Liu Bei's command.

However, Jia Xu didn't want to be a father for nothing at all, and Li Ji didn't want to have an adoptive father on his head.

However, Jia Xu, as the "non-stick pan" himself, subconsciously threw the question to Li Ji and asked.

“Zikun, what do you think?”

Li Ji: … …

“I have always heard that: Parents are alive, do not travel far. However, Ji's relatives were buried in Longxi but he knew nothing. Now his heart is extremely distraught and complicated, and he can't wait to rush back to Longxi to find his clansmen to serve his elders and talk about blood relations…”

Listening to Li Ji's choked voice, Liu Bei's eyes widened, and he almost cried out.

How could Liu Bei be willing to let Li Ji run to Longxi County in Liang Province like this, and he immediately forgot the suggestion he had just made to let Li Ji worship Jia Xu as his adoptive father, and repeatedly comforted Li Ji.

In the end, Li Ji, who had finally calmed down a lot, picked up the cloth with Jia Xu's blood letter and left the room alone to be quiet.

Only Jia Xu knew that what Li Ji was holding was not a blood letter cloth at all, but a “book of life and death”, and he was deliberately leaving the space for Jia Xu and Liu Bei.

If Jia Xu hadn't pledged allegiance to Liu Bei, then Li Ji, who was guarding the door with the blood-stained letter, would have likely declared on the spot that the writing on the cloth differed from the blood letter in the swaddling clothes.

In that case, Li Ji's single statement would have been enough to overturn all the stories Jia Xu had just fabricated, enough to completely define Jia Xu as a treacherous and evil villain with a blood feud against Li Ji's family.

After all, what could Li Ji, who was just an infant sixteen years ago, remember?

On the contrary, the blood-stained cloth in Li Ji's hand was solid evidence, enough to be used as sufficient proof to take Jia Xu's head.

At that moment, Jia Xu deeply understood what it meant: proving "guilt" is easy, proving "innocence" is difficult.