The night is hazy, the song is tinkling, a lonely boat is floating on the long lake, and the warm soup is burning and the wine is turbid.

All the guests at the banquet dispersed. The news brought by Wei Zian was too shocking, and all the major families needed to digest it.

On the small boat, Lu Fu suddenly shook, the water rippled clearly, and the shadows of the crescent moon were chaotic.

But no matter how chaotic Yueying is, they can't mess up Sun Bofu and Zhou Gongjin who became famous at a young age.

The two people sitting opposite each other looked solemn.

"As the saying goes: happiness and anger cannot be expressed in color, and joy and sorrow cannot overflow on the face. Today, Wei Zi'an's words and deeds, I personally feel that they are not entirely trustworthy." Zhou Yu said.

Sun Ce picked up the wine glass, looked at the moon reflected in the glass, frowned and said, "It's just that we live far away from the temple, so we can't immediately prove his words. Luoyang is thousands of miles away, and even if we ride fast, it will take more than half a month to come back."

Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Brother Bo Fu is so sure that what he said is true?"

Sun Ce drank the wine in the glass, nodded and said: "Wei Zian is not very scheming. Judging from his words and deeds, he still has a lot of youthful mentality. But the reason why I trust him is because of that letter from home."

With that said, Sun Ce took out a greeting card from his arms. Zhou Yu looked over and saw that the person who sent the card was none other than Wei Zian's father, Wei Min (biàn), whose courtesy name was Zhongping. He was a powerful figure in the Wei family in Hedong and the head of the family, Wei.

Hao's biological brother from the same father and mother.

"This is the greeting card Wei sent to the army when my father passed by Hedong last year. See if the handwriting on it is exactly the same as the one on Wei Zian's letter that afternoon." Sun Ce handed the message directly to Zhou Yu.

After Zhou Yu took it, he recalled it, compared it carefully, nodded and said: "It is indeed exactly the same. So, Wei Zian did not deliberately guide us?"

Sun Ce shook his head, sighed, and said: "This is something I dare not assert easily. My father once said that Wei Zhongping has the ability to be crafty. If it hadn't been for him in the past ten years, the Wei family's huge family fortune would have been long gone."

Let the head of the family, Wei Hao, be completely defeated."

"Haha, Bodang (the nickname of Wei Hao) is well known for being a prodigal," Zhou Yu couldn't help but joke.

Sun Ce looked serious, picked up the gourd and scooped out a glass of wine, and then said: "If this letter was written by Wei Bodang, I would still believe it 70%, but it is Wei Zhongping's words. I'm afraid there is something else in it."

It’s strange.”

Zhou Yu stopped laughing, nodded, and said: "I once heard that Wei Zhongdao was cared for by his second uncle since he was a child. Among the two sons of the Wei family, the eldest son Wei Bo has always been like his father, and the second son Wei Zhongdao has always been like his father.

He is like his second uncle Wei Zhongping."

After saying that, Zhou Yu's expression suddenly changed, "Bo Fu is afraid, is this letter written deliberately by Wei's uncle and nephew?"

Sun Ce nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, that's what I'm afraid of. I don't know about others, but if my father learns that Luoyang is besieged, he will definitely lead his troops northward as soon as possible. Then there will be trouble."

When Zhou Yu heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid it's too late. You and I are not the only ones who got the news. I'm afraid the people present at the time wouldn't help you hide it."

Sun Ce sighed, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, his heart still unable to rest.

"Wei Zhongdao, Wei Zhongdao...who are you?"

···

"Hahaha, you kid, this is not how you eat soup dumplings."

"Ah, I was burned to death. You didn't tell me earlier."

"Yu'er, don't move around, drink some water quickly."

"Hahaha, funny, funny, you have to suck the soup out of a bamboo tube before eating the soup dumplings. You are even stupider than Aning, hahaha."

"Tiao Bi Aning, you have no right to talk about her. The first time you ate it, you were just like her."

"Huh, I'm not being funny. I won't pay attention to Brother Wei anymore."

Humble Room, as you have heard, tonight’s dinner is soup dumplings.

Zhengtou and the others went into the mountains to kill a black man. Because pig's trotters don't have much meat, the villagers generally don't eat them. Wei Cheng came and shaved off the pig skin and boiled it into pig skin jelly, which he used to make soup dumplings.

Couldn't be more appropriate.

The skin of the buns is hand-rolled by Xiao Hua. The skin is thin, chewy and exquisite. The fillings are made by Hao Niang with pork belly and wild vegetables, and are seasoned with a little five-spice powder brought by Wei Cheng. Not to mention how authentic it is, but it tastes a little weird.

No.

Xie Yu's appetite has long been conquered by the delicacies Wei Cheng 'researched'. Although it was her first time to eat soup dumplings, she did not hesitate at all. She twisted one and threw it into her mouth. She also said that such a small dumpling could be eaten three times in one mouthful.

Four.

In the end, she failed to pretend and was burned like a dog. Just like little Aning, she had a big blister on her tongue.

Cai Yan hurriedly brought a bowl of cold stream water from the kitchen for her to drink, which relieved her a little.

"You are not suitable for eating this, so you should go for steamed buns." Wei Cheng pointed to the steaming steamed buns on the side.

Xie Yu looked at the steamed buns, then at the soup dumplings, and said stubbornly: "Why, I will eat them. I'm not stupid. The soup dumplings are obviously more delicious than the steamed buns."

Cai Yan pulled her back to her seat in a funny way, took a slender bamboo tube, and said: "First of all, look at how A Ning eats. In terms of eating and drinking, no one here is her rival. Even her husband occasionally eats.

I was burned by the soup."

Needless to say, little Aning is really talented at eating. She sucked and deflated the soup dumpling, then raised her hand and threw the dumpling without soup into her mouth, all in one movement.

Xie Yu asked curiously: "Little girl, aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

Little Aning's mouth was full. After taking a look at Wei Cheng, she sang triumphantly: "Lift it gently, move it slowly, open the window first, and then drink the soup. One mouthful is stuffy, and your teeth are full of fragrance."

Wei Cheng gave the little girl a funny slap on the head and scolded her with a smile: "Why haven't you been so diligent in learning to read? You can learn to recite a rhyme in no time, you are such a snack."

Aning rubbed his head in dissatisfaction and said angrily: "Then what can I do? I just can't learn."

Cai Yan ate a steamed bun and said with a smile: "Who said An Ning can't learn it? You just learned it in the morning when you wrote "Hei Ye" for your brother."

An Ning nodded, dipped his finger in a little soup, and wrote the words "Hei Ye Meat" on the table.

Although it was crooked, he could indeed write. Wei Cheng nodded in surprise, and then asked curiously: "Sister asked you to write Hei Ye, why did you add meat to show off your stink?"

Aning reached for a steamed bun, took a bite, and said matter-of-factly: "Heiye meat is delicious."

"Hahaha, you little girl is so interesting." Xie Yu burst out laughing.

Wei Cheng smiled bitterly, and after thinking about it, he said, "Write another fishing story for me."

Aning nodded and wrote three more words on the desktop. This time it was [fishing to eat]. Typically, if you don't eat, you won't be able to write a series.

···

The next day.

Zhengtou took Fei Yao to find Wei Cheng.

When Wei Cheng learned that Daniu's birth name was Fei Yao, he was secretly surprised. Needless to say, Hao Zhao, the famous general of the Wei State, now has Fei Yao. This is directly poaching Lao Cao's team in advance.

Wei Cheng hesitated whether to recruit Dian Wei and Xu Zhu as well. After all, in terms of force value, these two were ranked among the best in the Three Kingdoms.

Of course, Hao Zhao and Fei Yao are not bad either, but they are a little green at the moment and cannot take on big responsibilities yet.

"Sir, yesterday we met a yellow scarf thief halfway along the road. After killing him, the third master came late... He seemed to be very interested in our swords. I was afraid of exposing more, so I hurried back with everyone.

Already."

The leader immediately reported yesterday's situation, because Wei Cheng had already fallen asleep when he came back last night, so he could only talk about it now.

When Wei Cheng heard this, he was startled for a moment, then thought about it and said nonchalantly: "It's okay. If he asks about it next time, just give him your sword, and I'll give you a new one later."

yes."

He nodded. After all, Mr. Wei San is a member of the young master's family. There seems to be nothing to deliberately hide from his family.

The two briefly described the situation of rescuing the people in Wujia Village. After learning that there were no casualties, Wei Cheng asked them to lead the team for training. Otherwise, they would only be able to harvest with a level A, which is simply too much.

What a waste of resources.

Wei Cheng was about to turn around when he suddenly saw Xie Yu standing with her arms folded and leaning on the door frame, looking at him.

"It's useless for them to practice like that." Xie Yu said disdainfully.

Wei Cheng was stunned and asked curiously: "Why, do you have any good suggestions?"

Xie Yu snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "What good will it do me to tell you?"

Wei Cheng felt bright and said in a funny tone: "Then tell me, what benefits do you want before you tell me?"

Xie Yu looked like his plot had succeeded, and said triumphantly: "Since you ask sincerely, then I will reluctantly help you. As long as you give me a sword, how about I help you train them?"

Wei Cheng shook his head in a funny way: "It's just a sword. You go and teach me. I will make a more delicate one for you later."

Xie Yu's eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "Can it be customized?"

Wei Cheng nodded. The one he bought before was the eight-sided Han sword that was ordered in one batch. The wide blade was not suitable for girls. He remembered that there were many other Han swords in that online store, and some of them must be suitable for girls.

When Xie Yu received a positive answer, he changed his complacent look before and said in a flattering tone: "Then can you help me build an iron gun? You tell me how much it costs and I'll give it to you."

"Do you want a gun or a sword?" Wei Cheng asked back.

Xie Yu nodded excitedly, "I'm good at using two-handed pistols. My master taught me it before he left. Unfortunately, the guns at home are too long and not suitable for my body. I want a slightly shorter gun.

A little thinner.”

Wei Cheng looked at the moving girl in front of him, and a game character flashed in his mind unconsciously.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Of course, I can customize a gun according to your body shape, but can you really teach them well?"

When Xie Yu heard this, he nodded excitedly, patted his little chest and said, "Don't worry, just leave it to me. My master is a young boy, so I can definitely do it."

Wei Cheng raised his eyebrows and wondered who Tong Baiqiang was. He sounded very awesome. He nodded slightly and said, "Okay, you go and try it first. As for the gun you want, I can tell you its name: Yunying Liehuo."
To be continued...