My son, how could you be Lü Bu?!

Chapter 65 Leading to Lü Qingchao

Chapter 67 Leads to the Fall of Lü (One more chapter to come later)

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"Don't go yet! You just said, who instructed you to send this Cai Lun paper?"

In the Cai family courtyard.

Cai Yong patiently taught Lü Bu, who was not naturally suited to studying and had long since given up on learning.

Both of them were seething with anger, but for various reasons, they had no choice but to stand in front of the table and learn to write seal script stroke by stroke.

After yesterday's lesson on the Spring and Autumn Annals, Cai Yong secretly resolved that he would not teach Lü Bu anything more until Lü Bu could read all the characters.

only...

After Cai Dan's persuasion and repeated consideration, Cai Yong was ultimately afraid that if Lü Bu left after learning his skills, people would find out and ruin his reputation.

So I decided to teach him calligraphy first, so that he could memorize characters faster.

As for Lü Bu, he didn't want to learn it in the first place, but since he was already there, and learning this stuff could make money and improve his reputation (as his father called it), he had no choice but to patiently learn it.

Beside the two, Xiao Cai Dan, who was holding a small raccoon dog, saw that the two were just writing and not talking. Feeling quite bored, he squatted down, dipped his hand in water, and practiced cursive script in the same way.

Just when the Cai family courtyard was quite peaceful.

suddenly.

Several knocks sounded on the door.

Startled, the raccoon cat that was dozing in Xiao Cai Dan's arms immediately opened its eyes, jumped out of Cai Dan's arms, and looked warily at the courtyard gate.

After the stranger entered, he hurriedly stuffed a few sheets of Cai Lun paper into the hand of Lü Bu, who was standing a little closer to the entrance of Lide Courtyard, said a few words, and then quickly prepared to leave.

Lu Bu was at a loss.

However, the Cai Lun paper in Lü Bu's hand seemed to be somewhat different from the Cai Lun paper on his own table.

The old man Cai Yong was stunned for a moment.

He quickly put down his brush, chased after him, and asked repeatedly.

"My village chief, Cheng, had something come up and couldn't come, so he asked me to deliver this to you." The stranger looked rather flustered after being stopped.

"He said that these few sheets of Cai Lun paper, which have been improved, were given to him by our Qu Chang, and that I must personally hand them to him."

"The song is long?!" Cai Lun murmured.

"Where does Yong know anyone in the military?"

Followed by.

Before Lü Bu, whose eyes were slightly brightening, could offer a reminder, Cai Yong instantly realized something and looked at Lü Bu with a look of astonishment.

"Your father."

"Did they recently increase the length of the song?!"

talking.

Cai Yong recalled what Lü Ping had said after drinking when he visited the Lü family's courtyard. He quickly placed the Cai Lun paper that the unfamiliar soldier had given him on the table.

Upon seeing that Cai Yong, clearly a great Confucian scholar, had accepted Cai Lun's paper, the unfamiliar soldier immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurried away.

Faced with the departure of that person.

Cai Yong and his daughter, along with Lü Bu, paid no attention to anything else. They simply gathered together and looked at the Cai Lun paper on the table, which had been improved and was now slightly yellowed.

then.

Right under the watchful eyes of Cai Dan and Lü Bu.

Cai Yong raised the brush in his hand, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

He raised his hand and wielded the pen.

Ink spilled onto Cai Lun's paper.

As the characters took shape, Cai Yong, who was already accustomed to writing on Cai Lun paper, felt an even stronger sense of astonishment in his eyes.

Despite his young age, Cai Dan, who was also skilled at writing, was filled with astonishment when he saw the handwriting on Cai Lun's paper.

Only Lü Bu, who knew nothing about calligraphy, noticed the changes in the expressions of the two men. He turned his head back and forth, looking completely bewildered.

As dusk fell, dark clouds loomed over the city.

Because of the gloomy weather and the fact that it was still early before curfew, many merchants in Jiuyuan City, worried that it would rain, closed their shops early and hurried home.

On the city streets, there were mostly villagers hurrying about.

In the center of the city.

A vast mansion belonging exclusively to the governor of Wuyuan County.

The carriage slowly came to a stop at the door.

A middle-aged scholar with a bronze seal and yellow ribbon around his waist looked around in the carriage. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he quickly got off the carriage and hurried inside.

He looked as if he was afraid someone would see him.

The middle-aged scholar Zhao Yan had just entered the mansion.

Wang Ren, the son of Wang Zhi, who had been waiting anxiously for a long time, paced back and forth in the corridor. He quickly went to greet him.

"How did things go?!"

Zhao Yan, a middle-aged scholar whose heart had been pounding all day, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wang Ren appear.

A rare smile appeared on his face.

"Fang Bo seems to have been too busy to think straight. I only mentioned a few words about the dangers of those Ula Mountain bandits. He didn't even have anyone follow up before he hurriedly sent me to summon Lü Zizhi and Shen Zhengnan to discuss the matter."

"They were discussing it inside, and I was standing outside, so I couldn't hear very clearly."

"I only heard that Shen Zhengnan said that the county soldiers in the barracks outside the city were not clearly assigned to any specific units and were difficult to mobilize. If they were to suffer any losses, it would offend others."

"Furthermore, given that Lü Zizhi has recently gained considerable fame, he strongly advocated that Lü Ping lead his newly recruited soldiers to intercept them."

"Wang Fangbo hesitated for only a moment before agreeing."

"I didn't hear the exact time of the troop deployment, but the situation outside is urgent, so it shouldn't be delayed for long. The troops should be deployed in the next two days."

Upon hearing Zhao Yan's words, Wang Ren's anxiety eased slightly. He was delighted and quickly stepped forward to take Zhao Yan's hands.

"Good Uncle Zhao!"

"If we can eliminate that Lü Zizhi this time, I will definitely plead for your merit before Father!"

"You'll definitely get an extra ten percent from the salt and iron smuggling business!"

Hearing his young master's promise.

After a long day of hard work, having lent out 150 people and nearly drained his savings, the middle-aged scholar Zhao Yan finally nodded in satisfaction.

then.

He seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of worry appeared on his face.

"Young Master."

"You are the Lord's only son. The war is dangerous. Are you really going to personally lead the army to ambush Lü Ping and his men?"

"If you were to make any mistake, and the Prefect were to find out... I'm afraid he would fall seriously ill, wouldn't he?"

Wang Ren's eyes were slightly sinister. He shook his head and snorted coldly.

"Back then, Lu Zizhi drove me away like a stray dog! I can't feel at peace until I kill him with my own hands!"

"not to mention."

"With Sui Gu, whose reputation has recently risen in the Ula Mountains, personally leading three hundred fierce bandits down the mountain to assist me. Six hundred elite troops against five hundred newly recruited soldiers, and in an ambush no less, the advantage is on my side!"

"How could something have gone wrong?!"

talking.

Seeing that the middle-aged scholar was about to say something more, Wang Ren's expression turned slightly cold, and he suddenly waved his sleeve.

"Uncle Zhao, my mind is made up! You don't need to try to persuade me anymore!"

"Since Lü Zizhi is about to lead his troops out of the city, I will go out now with three hundred men to meet up with Sui Gu, who is about to descend the mountain!"

"Whether or not we can teach Lü Ping to lure people into the encirclement will depend entirely on Uncle Zhao!"

That's all.

Wang Ren then turned around, left the mansion, mounted his horse, and hurriedly headed out of the city.

Only Zhao Yan, the middle-aged scholar who had just returned, remained, watching Wang Ren's departing figure, his face full of hesitation, wanting to say something but unable to.

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