Silence in the tent.

Somehow, the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Many staff members stared at the file in front of them, as if there was something good on it, and some people obviously put the file down and didn't realize it.

Fa Zheng is particularly calm.

Zhuge Liang's feather fan inserted into his back slowly brushed away the dust on it.

After a while, Liu Bei stood up and said slowly, "It's not too early, I'm a little tired, so go and rest. You all have official duties on your hands, so there is no need to be here."

After saying that, he moved into the back tent and disappeared. Everyone was going to look at the case table, but the document was not there, and they thought they were taken by the King of Hanzhong.

There are still some things that have not been finished in this military discussion? Is this my lord?

Some of the staff were confused and unaware of their intentions, while others were suspicious. Fa Zheng stood up and took a bold look back at the tent, but the curtain was put down and the figure of the King of Hanzhong could not be seen.

After all, there were 100,000 troops under Chang'an City, and the Cao army in the city had at least 30,000. Both sides were eyeing each other, so they could not relax in military affairs. After waiting for a while, Xi Zhen got up and went out, Jiang Xu followed immediately, and more than ten people left one after another.

Fa Zheng was walking in the last one. When he stepped outside the central army tent, he realized that it was already dark. Under the dark night, the torches around the military tent were blown by the wind, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, reflecting the shadows around him. Occasionally, the sound of horse hooves came, adding a bit of loneliness and solemnity in the army.

Fa stood in front of the central army tent for a while, until the war horse led by his entourage sniffed impatiently, poked his head over, poked out his rough tongue and licked Fazheng's cheek. Perhaps because of the sweat on his cheek, it smelled salty.

"Let's go!"

Fa Zheng turned over the horse and whipped away.

In the central army tent, Zhuge Liang was still sitting upright, and he didn't look up, but just carefully wiped his own feather fan. Carrying a feather fan with him was a habit he developed when he was working in Longzhong. He didn't use any exquisite feather fan. The previous one was old or broken, so he changed it. Usually, he used the simplest white feather, but once he was busy in the army, the white feather fan would soon turn gray and yellow.

The footsteps sounded around me, and it was the King of Hanzhong who came.

Liu Bei didn't need to sit on the seat, but sat directly beside Zhuge Liang. He threw the document hard and sighed: "Kong Ming, I am very disappointed with Xiaozhi."

Zhuge Liang didn't speak, listened quietly.

"Xiaozhi was a strategist in the Warring States Period. Liangping was not a gentleman who practiced his decisiveness. Since the victory of the Jingxiang Battle and the death of Cao Cao came, he was trying to win over his companions, intending to urge me to go further with the momentum of conquering Guanzhong. However, I never had a positive answer. As soon as the news of the emperor's disappearance on the battlefield in Jingzhou came, I knew that Xiaozhi would be happy in his heart. Because in that case..."

Liu Bei paused and continued, "Because that happens, I have no reason to hesitate anymore!"

He turned to look at Zhuge Liang: "Kong Ming should understand the meaning."

What Liu Bei said is obscure, but in fact the meaning is very simple

Zhuge Liang nodded slightly and picked up the feather fan and signaled: "It's like this white feather fan. When it was first brand new in my hand, I wiped it every day, just for fear that it would be damaged. But after using it for a long time, it is inevitable that it will be outdated and dilapidated, and it will be broken to a certain extent... I don't care so much."

This is the case with the white feather fan in Zhuge Liang's eyes, and the reputation of Liu Bei's kindness and kindness is also the case with Fa Zheng's eyes.

For Fa Zheng, since he is on the road to winning the world, he is just a stern look at some things and cannot be avoided. However, the lord's character of cherishing his feathers is a complete obstacle at this time.

Liu Bei did have the strong ambition to win the world, and there were also cunning methods of politicians, but for decades, he has never been able to put aside the weaknesses of ordinary people's personality. In this way, his ideas and judgments always have hesitation and weakness, and he is not like a complete hero.

Fa Zheng probably regrets this.

If it were someone else, he might choose to persuade him again and again, but Fa Zhengsu has the means, and the means are more vicious than ordinary people. In order to break this obstacle, his choice was to directly pour a basin of dirty water on the King of Hanzhong, so that the King of Hanzhong would never have any excuses.

The emperor's disappearance just happened to appear at this time.

Even if this is not the case, Fa Zheng will most likely find other reasons.

"But Xiaozhi doesn't understand! I'm true... Alas, Kong Ming, the emperor is always the emperor! The emperor treats me well! I didn't want to see such a thing, and I wouldn't be intoxicated with this bad reputation! It's not possible at all!"

Speaking of this, Liu Bei couldn't help but sigh again: "What's more, Bo Sheng has already given his surname Kou and went to Jiaozhou. He...he...ah, it's not easy for him!"

He looked at Zhuge Liang expectantly: "Kong Ming, do you have a clever plan in the situation?"

"King, Xiaozhi did nothing wrong."

"What?"

Zhuge Liang held the white feather fan in front of Liu Bei: "In recent years, I have been kind to the King of Kings and served as the general of the military advisors and in charge of major policies. My subordinates are inevitably flattering and praising me for talking about it with the feather fan, which is quite noble. In fact, the feather fan is focused on repelling mosquitoes and dust. No matter how much I cherish it, it will inevitably be outdated and dirty after using it for a long time, but so what? After all, it is just a feather fan."

"But……"

"Xiaozhi hopes that the king will think more about the purpose of the feather fan. He uses his method to repel mosquitoes and dust for the king, so I hope that the king will not be stubborn on the feather fan itself. That's nothing wrong. Therefore, the king does not need to blame Xiaozhi."

"Why is Kong Ming saying?" Liu Bei frowned. He pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Kong Ming, Xiaozhi is my planner and my right-hand man. To pacify the world, I must not be able to give up the power of Xiaozhi. Naturally, I will not blame Xiaozhi. But..."

He smacked his lips, leaned over, and reached out to pat Zhuge Liang's feather fan: "I see that this feather fan can not only drive away mosquitoes and dust, but also excite the turbidity and promote the good, so as to clear the troubled times, and turn the right things into the right world. If the feather fan in his hand is dirty, in the future, I am afraid that it will not be able to set standards to scrutinize the hearts of the people in the world."

Zhuge Liang smiled: "It is easy to solve this problem that the king is worried about."

Liu Bei stood up suddenly: "Oh? Kong Ming, come on!"

"Haha, king, please sit down and talk."

Liu Bei sat next to Zhuge Liang's desk.

Zhuge Liang suddenly changed the topic: "Just just read the files, I know that our army has penetrated into Guanzhong these days and has formed a downward trend in Chang'an. However, there are still tens of thousands of Cao soldiers and 100,000 people in the city, and the food and fodder are piled up like mountains. Cao Pi has been operating in Guanzhong for several years and has a solid foundation. Many cities east of Chang'an have been transformed into military forts, and it is difficult for our army to take it down in one fell swoop, right?"

"Oh, that's right. The situation at this time is almost the same as when I entered Guanzhong last time. Fortunately, without Cao Cao's reinforcements, we can dispatch troops and generals. While Cao's army cannot take care of both, we will first go east of Chang'an to attack the city and plunder the land. When the pass is strictly sealed and blocked, the river line will be on the way, and then turn around and clean up the turtle in the jar."

"This strategy is very clever." Zhuge Liang praised and said, "But, I will ask, if we take all of us and Cao Pi escapes, will the king feel regretful?"

Liu Bei shook his head: "Kongming, you underestimate me. A mere Cao Pi is just a noble son, and his talent... His talent is less than one-tenth of Kong Ming's, and he is not the leader of revitalizing the crisis. If he runs away, it will happen that the situation of the two Yuans fighting for the throne in Central Plains and Hebei will be revived. What do I have to regret?"

"What if Cao Hong, Guo Huai, Yan Xing and others escape?"

"These people are all the generals of the Cao family and may not be able to use them for me. If they leave, I may have spent some time on the battle formation in the future, but there is no regret."

"Then, what if Cao Pi, Cao Hong, Guo Huai, Yan Xing and all the civil and military officials in Chang'an City, and tens of thousands of soldiers all ran away, and they would hand over the people in Chang'an City and the people in the city of Chen to us?"

Liu Bei laughed: "Kong Ming, isn't that a big happy event that I can't get?"

Zhuge Liang asked back: "Your Majesty is the truth?"

"Of course, take it seriously!" Liu Bei shouted, and suddenly realized something. He lowered his voice and asked, "What does Kong Ming mean?"

Zhuge Liang nodded slightly: "In the current situation, we can only ask Cao Pi to bow and let Chang'an with just one word, and even let Cao Pi spread documents all over the world, denounce Cao Zhang's subordinates to kill the monarch."

Liu Bei pondered for a moment: "I probably understand what Kong Ming means. I think Cao Pi will not refuse. But if we take the initiative to raise this matter, will there be a risk of giving someone a handle?"

"We just sent envoys to the city to praise filial piety, how can we give people a handle? However, what should we say in detail? One person under the king's tent can be grasped."

"Who?"

Zhuge Liang mentioned a person's name.

Liu Bei frowned: "This man is indeed following the army. However, he is a arrogant person and is very quick to speak out. He has been under less heavy responsibility in recent years. I suddenly gave him a special fate. If he angers the other party, will it be...?"

Kong Ming shook his feather fan: "This lord is a debater. He is just about to show his verbal pleasure. Otherwise, he will not be able to let Cao Pi enter the throne."

Liu Bei stood up again, turned back and forth in the tent twice, and finally gave a high-five: "Okay!"

He strode to the tent door and shouted, "Come here!"

"exist."
Chapter completed!