Hearing that the young man in front of him was Fang Guang, Zhang Song couldn't help showing a strange look on his face.
In his imagination, the Yellow Turban Captain's rise to prominence was nothing more than flattering Cao Cao's stinky feet. Fang Qilin seemed to be a wretched man.
When I saw him today, he was extremely handsome and luxurious. Compared to Liu Zhang, a clan member of the Han Dynasty, he was so tall that he didn't know where he was. It was heartbreaking to see him at first sight.
Scanning the courtyard next to him, he saw countless strange stones piled up. Thinking of Liaodong Gongsundu, he was already impressed. Lao Zhang's voice suddenly dropped three points.
"Although Yizhou is weak, it has the most dangerous methods in the world. Even though Zhang Lujia has many soldiers and Ma Chao is brave, they may not be able to directly enter Chengdu!"
"Since the Prime Minister, Si Nong, is unwilling to help Yizhou, there are naturally people in the world who can help. If Ming Gong does not kill him, he will retire today!"
Zhang Song thought that the errand had been done badly, and he was a little scared. He made a posture and thought about getting out of the way.
The message sent by Yang Xiu, the one who spoke the most pleasantly, was Fang Guang, who was against sending troops. At this point, with just a few words, the possibility of joining hands with Cao Cao had been cut off.
"The most dangerous road in the world, Zhang Song, come, come, come, take out the Yizhou map you are carrying and have a look. I want to see how difficult your road to Shu is!"
"You, how did you know that I was harboring a conspiracy? Did you really tell the people in Yizhou that you were a Yellow Turban demon?"
"Don't come over. If anyone comes over, I will tear this picture into pieces and swallow it, so that no one can covet Yizhou!"
Comrade Zhang Song, with his bad temper, is actually very fragile. Liu Zhang found this friend to be his lobbyist and envoy, which is considered a big misfortune.
Seeing Zhang Song take out the map from his arms, take a few steps back and make a tearing and swallowing motion.
The generals of Cao's army, even the brave Dian Wei and Xu Chu were dumbfounded. This guy didn't look like a lobbyist. He was basically asking for assassin skill points.
"Haha, it has been torn into pieces. Can you tear the picture into pieces? Can you also tear up the mountains and rivers in Shu?"
"The pictures of all nine states in the world are all in my lord's heart, right in the hall behind me. Your picture may not be as accurate as the prime minister's!"
"It's impossible, it's absolutely impossible. Fang Datong, you don't want to use your strategy to deceive me. The road to Yizhou is so difficult and dangerous. The land in western Sichuan, where the barbarians in Nanzhongzhou County gather, even my lord cannot know them all. How can we talk about the people of the Central Plains?"
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"Alas, are all the heroes in Sichuan like you, like birds in a cage, unaware of the vastness of the world?"
"Zhang Ziqiao, do you dare to follow me inside and take a look?"
Fang Guang shook his head. He had already made a plan in his mind to persuade Cao Cao to send troops to Xishu. He broke Big Er's strategic obsession with the dwarf in front of him, so he patiently talked to Zhang Song.
Otherwise, Sinong's temper may be more emotional than the Prime Minister's, and he would have beaten Zhang Song in front of him with a stick.
"Prime Minister, the mountains and rivers of Yizhou are dangerous and difficult to see in the world. When Zhang Yi presented the map to Sima Cuo, Qin took control of Shu. Liu Xiu, the leader of the Zhongxing Dynasty in our dynasty, destroyed Shu with his generals. There were also many setbacks."
"After all, Datong is very thoughtful about the map of the Central Plains. If I make a mistake, it will be up to Zi Qiao to verify the map of Central Sichuan."
"That's right, Prime Minister, the strategy of the world is related to the great cause of the Prime Minister, so you can't be careless. Today is a coincidence, and it is easy to convince the Yizhou scholars."
Xun Yu stood up to speak, and Sima Fang, who was standing beside him, also echoed his words.
Next to Sima Fang, young Sima Yi had been staring at Fang Guang for a long time with his eyes shining brightly.
In this history book, the man who changed the trajectory of the world and reached Kyushu under the iron heel of the barbarians was looking at him with great respect, but also with a hint of fear.
The young Sinong Jia soldiers are the most powerful in the world, but Sima Yi is not afraid. The Yanzhou workshop is proud of the Central Plains, and Sima Yi is determined to follow suit. Today, the world's mountains and rivers are all in this school on the bank of the Yellow River. Sima Zhongda, he is afraid!
"Datong, what do you think? This map of Yizhou is probably more difficult to make than the counties in the Central Plains. If it fails, it is as it should be. But just let Zhongkang throw him out of here for the rude common man!"
What do you mean by one's own people? If Fang Guang is like this, then he is one of Cao Cao's own people.
Before the young man could answer, the Prime Minister was so affectionate that he had already laid all the steps for Fang Guang.
"Ming Gong, it doesn't matter. Counties in the world, even Yizhou, Fusang Land, and Guigu, have records, let alone Yizhou!"
"Come, come, come, Zhang Biejia is coming. If there is anything wrong, Biejia should say it clearly!"
Fang Guang raised one hand in vain, winked at Cao Cao, and made a gesture of invitation.
Zhang Song snorted. He is a dead pig and is not afraid of boiling water. His nostrils were turned upward, and he followed the others into the room marked Yizhou at the end of the corridor.
Ever since Lao Zhang became successful in his studies, he has always maintained the airs of a high-ranking family in Yizhou.
It was three years ago when Liu Yan burped his fart. At the funeral, Zhang Song's head was held high.
Today, by the Yellow River in Yanzhou, a celebrity from Yizhou was arrogant and disrespectful. As soon as he entered the hall of Yizhou, he opened his mouth and showed a rare look of fright.
How familiar is he with the mountains and rivers and terrain of Yizhou in front of him? Dujiangyan, Jiangyoucheng, Chencang Road, even those miasma-filled places in western and southern Sichuan, the mountains and rivers and terrain are all clearly defined by standards.
Of course, there are many mistakes and omissions in it, but this sketch of the sand table is already a hundred times more precious and detailed than the diagram he held in his hands and regarded as a treasure.
"ah!"
Zhang Song finally controlled his emotions, grabbed the edge of the sand table with both hands, his legs and feet went weak, and he collapsed on the ground.
"You, you, who are you? Can the secret technique of the Yellow Turban lineage really reveal the secrets of heaven?"
"God's will, God's will, Zhang Song, a common man from Yizhou, has a vulgar nature. Today he has offended the Prime Minister, Si Nong. Please punish him severely!"
"It's just that since there is such a picture, it is destiny here. Now that the world is in chaos and my lord is stupid, I am willing to be the internal cause and help the prime minister, take Yizhou as the foundation, and kill Zhang Lu!"
Facts have proven that people are at their most vulnerable when their faith collapses.
Zhu Ling, the last of the generals, opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhang Song in front of him. The look in his eyes was even more horrified than that of the young Sima Yi.
The chess piece played by Yuan Shaobu seemed to have seen the world's state and animal husbandry heroes being manipulated like chess pieces on that square chessboard.
"Prime Minister, this is Heaven's Suffering. If you don't accept Heaven's Suffering, you will be blamed for it. Zhang Biejia has come from far away. You still deserve a glass of wine. Yan'er's stir-fry is good. Otherwise, Prime Minister, Biejia,
Feng Xiao and Zhong De, please discuss the affairs in Shu?"
The young man glanced at Zhang Song, who was lying limply in front of him, with a bright smile.
Cao Cao naturally knew what he was thinking. When they heard that Fang Guang had deliberately ignored Xun Yu, Chen and others nodded lightly.
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty did not know that with just a few nods of his head today, the history of the late Han Dynasty would completely deviate from its original track.
If after the young man traveled through time, everything was still traceable until today, but after today, it will be completely different!
Xun Yu, who had not been named by the boy, felt as if a big hand had suddenly grabbed his heart. He was not as frightened as Sima Yi and Zhu Ling, but suddenly, inexplicable sadness surged into his heart.
It was as if no matter how deep the calculations were, no matter how careful the arrangements were, in front of the former Yellow Turban Colonel, it was all vain!