Thinking of Guo Jia in his heart, Cao Cao had a little warmth in his heart, but also a little sadness.
The warmth was that he remembered the time when he and Guo Jia were together to dominate the world many years ago, and that time was a time that Cao Cao cherished for a lifetime.
And the sadness is naturally because the deceased is like a husband.
Like a breeze, Fengxiao has disappeared at the end of the sea of people.
Cao Cao looked at Cao Chong, and there was a little warmth in his eyes.
Cao Chong prefers Cao Chong, why is it not because of Cao Chong's talent, Cao Chong's figure is similar to Guo Jia's, otherwise, even if Cao Cao likes Cao Chong, how can he be so partial to Cao Chong.
It's better than loving Cao Pi so much. is even unwilling to let Cao Chong be hurt in the slightest He made up for all his guilt towards Guo Jia on Cao Chong.
After thinking about it a lot, Cao Cao's mind was a little confused, and finally he had to let out a deep sigh. ay After this sigh, Cao Cao turned his head to look at Cao Chong, and couldn't help laughing: "You kid, you say these words to remind your father not to fall like this."
Cao Chong nodded, a glint in his eyes.
Cao Cao stretched out his rough hand and wanted to caress the back of Cao Chong's head, not wanting to make it difficult for Cao Cao to reach the back of Cao Chong's head because Cao Chong's height was too high.
Enough is able to reach up, but the posture will be more awkward.
Cao Chong is now half a head taller than Cao Cao, so it is a little troublesome for Cao Cao to reach out and touch Cao Chong.
Especially when you are wearing a royal robe.
Of course, Cao Chong saw that Cao Cao was about to touch his head, so he hurriedly lowered his body.
Cao Cao's stopped hand and finally put it on the back of Cao Chong's head, but Cao Cao was muttering: "It's old, it's really old."
After motivating Cao Cao's fighting spirit, Cao Chong said a lot of content, which was naturally about the Kushan Empire in the Western Regions at this time.
It's just that Cao Cao didn't have much interest in the Kushan Empire, so he wasn't interested in Cao Chong's so-called suggestions.
Cao Chong had already been mentally prepared for Cao Chong's attitude, so there was no discouragement on his face.
He quickly turned his mood around.
Cao Cao is indeed old, and his ambitions are indeed different, if Cao Cao is young, he will definitely applaud Cao Chong's idea, and maybe he will do this with Cao Chong It's a pity that Cao Cao is old.
He paid more attention to clearing the obstacles for his successors, such as weakening the power of the family, or directly uprooting them.
Many of Cao Chong's constructive opinions about the family were recognized by Cao Cao.
Even at the end, Boss Cao's eyes lit up.
With Cao Chong's thousands of years of cultural heritage, he has read a lot of books, not to mention anything else, just the textbooks from primary school to university are books that ordinary people in this era cannot read in a lifetime.
Of course, some of the depth is naturally inferior to the books read by people of this era.
Cao Chong read a lot of books in his later life, and even many books were commented on the rise and fall of the family with hindsight.
In their eyes, the rulers of the time were like fools.
As everyone knows, if they had arrived in this era, without that knowledge, they might have done worse than these people.
With the accumulation of this knowledge, Cao Chong was able to put forward some constructive suggestions.
One old and one young.
The two figures stared at the cold wind, planning something unspeakable.
Outside Yecheng.
Winter.
Cold Wind Hunting.
And Cao Chong compared him to a middle-aged man with a dignified look, resolute, resolute, and calm.
Winter days are always carrying heavy bags and hurrying steps.
Although he no longer has the curiosity and impulse of his youth, he is still full of passion for struggle.
In the northern winter, he is very proud, not only blowing up the cold wind of hunting but also swaying colorful snowflakes, and in the south, he is infected by the elegant atmosphere of the south of the Yangtze River, and his demeanor has become humble.
Everywhere he walked, misty silk rain fell from time to time.
Therefore, the poet chanted: 484 temples in the south of the Yangtze River, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.
At this time.
The afterglow of the setting sun crawled lazily over the mountain, and the white and smooth skin was smooth; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon floated by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The warm blue water of the lake flows slowly, and there are a few small boats diagonally on the edge of the Zhangshui, and there are faintly a few fishing fires shining.
The nunnery more than 20 miles away from Yecheng was hidden in a snowy field at this time.
Except for the entrance of the temple because there are people taking care of it every day, showing a road, the other places are all accumulating a thick layer of snow, and even this snow is squeezing layer by layer, and after accumulating for a few days, it has become a little heavy.
At the entrance of the temple, several giant trees that were coiled and crouched dragons were now only left with their branches.
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Under the winter dress, it is also covered in silver, which is a bit eye-catching.
At this time, in front of the nunnery, there is a touch of black that is particularly eye-catching.
He Yan was wearing a black mink fur on his body, his hands were shrunk in his tight sleeves, and his face looked a little red because of the east wind.
And beside him, there were two black-clad samurai with swords.
The snow the size of a goose feather was still falling, and He Yan turned back, finding that the footprints he had stepped on before had disappeared a lot.
What hasn't disappeared yet, there are only a few shallow traces left.
Bang bang bang He Yan asked a samurai to come forward and knock on the door.
And the samurai slammed the door with the hilt of his sword, and although the sound was loud, it could not be heard far.
So it took a while for someone to open the door.
Squeak.
The temple door was slightly open.
An elderly nun showed his figure, he glanced at the two warriors at first, and was still a little afraid, and almost closed the door, but after seeing He Yan dressed as a nobleman, he also knew that these two warriors were not the group of mountain bandits at the beginning of the year.
For a while, the hanging heart was also put down.
The old nun opened the door, folded her hands, bowed her head to He Yan and said, "Your Excellency has come to the temple on a snowy day, and I don't know what you are doing."
He Yan smiled and clasped his hands together.
"Master, I'm here to petition your temple." petition Petition in the middle of this snowy day The old nun didn't believe it in her heart, but she had to believe it.
Since she is petitioning the Buddha, what qualifications does she have to prevent this noble person from entering?
So the old nun bowed to He Yan and said, "Donor, please" In the heavy snow, He Yan glanced around the nunnery, and then followed the old nun into the nunnery.
And the two samurai behind him naturally followed.
Inside the temple.
The huge incense burner in front of the door has long been smoking, but in front of the colossal statue of the Buddha in the main hall, there is still incense rising in the curling fire.
He Yan walked forward and soon saw a huge Buddha statue.
But he didn't believe in Buddhism, so naturally he didn't have much respect for Buddha statues.
The petition is nothing more than an excuse to come in.
He's here looking for someone.
A woman Zhen Mi.
At this time, maybe it is a woman who can stir up the situation.
And in front of the huge Buddha statue, He Yan also saw that figure.
Even if she is a green lantern ancient Buddha, her posture and appearance are still undiminished.
No wonder Luoyang Hou would occasionally talk to her before.
It's a stunner He Yan shook his head and threw out these lewd thoughts.
He's here for a clear purpose.
It's not here to appreciate beauty.
And give him ten guts, he didn't dare to come and play Zhen Mi.
He wants to live a few more years: