Cao Cao's eyes dropped and he looked back at Gu Nan, solemnly patted his robe, and raised his hand to worship.

"Cao Mengde, Mr. Xie is puzzled."

"The general is slow. I don't know what the general wants to do with this Qingzhou yellow scarf?"

Gu Nan stood up and stretched out his hand to gently rest on Cao Cao's shoulder.

Cao Cao only felt that his body seemed to be fixed, but he couldn't worship.

At the heart of his heart, although he is not a man born with divine power, he can be regarded as a martial artist since childhood, and he is somewhat confident in his strength.

At this moment, the gentleman who looked at Wen Wei was holding one hand in front of him, and he actually felt like he could not worship.

But before he could react, Gu Nan had let go of his hand, Cao Cao took a look at Gu Nan, only if he felt wrong.

After all, this Mr. Gu does not look like a soldier.

Thinking of Gu Nan's question, Cao Cao frowned.

"How to deal with Qingzhou Yellow Turban?"

What can I do if the yellow towel is returned?

"Qingzhou Yellow Turbans are running out of food and desperate, what do the generals think they will do?"

Gu Nan asked freely.

When asked by Gu Nan, Cao Cao also seemed to think of something and raised his eyes: "When it is ..."

"When I went to Montenegro." Gu Nan took Cao Cao's words.

"Heishan is the same as the Yellow Scarf. If the two can meet, there will be a million people. As a result, there are few enemies in the north. So the princes in the north will not let the Qingzhou yellow scarf enter Heishan. If the army travels west, it will be blocked by all parties. "

"Being trapped everywhere and no way back, this army will be dead ..."

Gu Nan turned his head to look at the places on the map among Qingzhou, Jizhou, and Luzhou. If the current situation remains unchanged, there will be a trapped place in Qingzhou.

Cao Cao's eyes brightened and he understood Gu Nan's meaning.

"At the right time, I will use it again for the fortified area, so that the Qingzhou yellow scarf can be used for me."

Gu Nan smiled and nodded: "The general is bright."

Talking and looking at Luzhou under Qingzhou again, she did not say that if Qingzhou Yellow Turban was allowed to flow, she could even take the opportunity to take Luzhou.

Before the time came, she was not ready to speak. After all, even that Qingzhou has not yet been fixed, too much talk is not good.

Cao Cao looked at the map with a stunned look. In this way, he would have a state and a army of hundreds of thousands, even among the princes.

And all he had to do was just take the opportunity.

Thinking of this, he had some complicated look at Gu Nan around him.

Gu Nan noticed Cao Cao's sight and asked with a smile.

"What does the general look at me?"

Cao Cao didn't answer immediately, but hesitated for a moment and said with a sigh.

"I have heard that the world's wise men have insights into the world, and anticipate the opportunity to seek people's brainpower."

"It's unbelievable to do this. It's just that world events are unpredictable, and even more so is the human heart.

But now, the Qingzhou incident has not yet been determined, but it has been counted by the people in front of it. Even the movement of the princes after the turmoil of the Qingzhou turmoil has been counted for the purpose of doing things.

Isn't that so insightful about the world? Expect advances?

"After listening to the words of the gentleman, I have to laugh at myself and narrow my eyes."

"The general speaks heavily, I'm just the last of them."

Gu Nan shook her head slightly: "Compared to others, she is just a few years older and has read a few more books."

How old is it?

Cao Cao looked at Gu Nan, and then remembered that Mr. Gu had always been fighting.

I don't know the age of the other person, but I was really puzzled and asked.

"Sir, I don't know why he has been carrying this fight?"

Gu Nan froze, stretched out his hand and pressed his own bucket, and said it after a while.

"Oh, in the early years, there were scars on his face when he was hurt by a sharp weapon.

She wasn't going to let Cao Cao see her face. Although she was helpless, she had to say that this face did have some inconveniences.

After all, if she wants to stay here, she still has to make people look good, otherwise one will never grow old and will always make people feel different.

"Hahaha." Cao Cao laughed. "Sir, what kind of person do you think of aerobics?

"But since it's inconvenient for the husband, please let him be at ease."

Cao Cao stopped investigating this matter, turned his back, took a deep breath, and grinned: "Today is a pleasure, when you sip."

"Mr. come, drink 300 cups with fuck, you and I will not get drunk!"

Then he laughed and went out, regardless of whether the three hundred cups could be drunk or not.

Gu Nan stood in the hall and looked at Cao Cao's back, and smiled.

Ning called Qing Shi infamy, as a hero of the first life?

People in troubled times, that's it.

Thinking of leaving slowly in the hall.

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Among the Nanyang.

In a grass house, a teenager in white was sitting in front of an old man who was supposed to have half a hundred.

The old man's hair was white and he wore an earth-colored blouse.

The old man's eyes looked around in the teenager's study, and said with a smile, "Zhuge Xiaoyou is clean here."

Said the boy in a white robe sitting in front of the old man.

"It's just a bad room, Mr. Hui laughed."

"Why is it a bad room? How can we make the other side humane?"

The old man smiled while touching his beard, his voice was a little hoarse, but his attitude was easy-going.

As he talked, his eyes fell on a painting hanging on the wall of the room, which included landscapes, fields and four people.

His eyes fell a little surprised in the eyes of the old man in the painting.

"Zhuge Xiaoyou, is this your painting?"

The boy in white looked at the painting on the wall behind the old man's eyes, looked at the painting with a slight smile on his face, and nodded.

"It's just a landscape."

"Looking at landscapes, but painting people."

After all, the old man is older ~ lightnovelpub.net ~. He looked at the young man's eyes, took a sip of tea in front of him, and looked at the landscape painting said by the young man.

"This little friend's work has been vulgar and can be passed down to the world. Before seeing the little friend clinging to Shuo Fang daughter, he was still worried about the little friend's obsession. Now it seems that I worry too much."

The teenager in white looked at the person in the painting, and was a little bit surprised.

"The Shuo Fang Girl is a sight I have never seen before, and I can only paint people in this farmhouse."

"It's best for little friends to figure it out."

The old man put down the tea bowl and took out a piece of paper from his arms.

"No matter what, the old man did n’t know about the knowledge of several things called gewu in the letter he sent last time. I did n’t know anything about it after studying for a long time. It ’s just a little bit wonderful. This time, he also asked with a cheeky face, where did this little friend know?

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