Hearing Cao Cao's words, Mrs.
Huan cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and her face showed a very frightened look.
She hurriedly knelt in front of Cao Cao.
"Husband, Chong'er, he is still young, and he is a concubine, how can he be the son of the prince of the prince, and it is estimated that Zihuan can take on this important responsibility."
Cao Cao smiled, and after stretching his waist, Cao Cao sat up as well.
He held Mrs.
Huan in his arms with one hand, and Mrs.
Huan leaned on Cao Cao's broad chest.
"You know, there has never been a distinction between concubines and concubines, whether it is Zihuan or Cangshu, it is mostly so, as Cangshu's mother, you don't have to be so arrogant, you must know better than others about the excellence of your son."
Hearing Cao Cao's words, Mrs.
Huan nodded, her eyes shining with a strange light.
Mother is more precious than son Could it be that the husband has really made up his mind Mrs.
Huan was a little excited.
"Cang Shu is naturally smart, but he is still young, and I'm afraid he won't be able to control the scene."
Cao Cao glanced at Mrs.
Huan, he knew what Mrs.
Huan meant.
"Lone is still alive, even if he is a newborn baby, who would dare to point fingers at him" Hearing Cao Cao's words, the joy on Mrs.
Huan's face became even stronger.
"Is there already a candidate in the husband's heart?"
Cao Cao nodded, but shook his head again.
Yesterday's events seemed uneventful, but Cao Cao wasn't really stupid.
Cao Chong and Cao Pi's private confrontation, he can still see some of it.
The relationship between the two of them is not as good as they thought.
Cao Pi and Cang Shu want to live and die, it seems to be the wrong word of anger, but one day it may really come true.
When things got to this point, Cao Cao didn't dare not intervene.
In addition, he has been really noisy around him recently.
Xiahoudun came to the palace almost every day, and he came to the palace to see through it at a glance.
It's to make yourself the honor of the ninety-five.
It's a pity that Cao Cao still hasn't made up his mind, and he is always wandering between doing and not doing.
However, even so, there were no rumors in the palace.
Of course, there were no rumors spreading, naturally because Cao Cao operated in it.
Life is always faced with choices, some choices you can make in a second, but some choices you spend your whole life not necessarily making this decision.
And Cao Cao's multiple-choice question is obviously the latter.
He wandered and chosen, wanted, but did not dare, could not do.
I don't do it, but my heart is entangled.
In this world, perhaps only he can understand this mood.
"Cangshu is naturally a candidate, Zihuan is naturally a candidate, as for the others, they are not as good as Zihuan Cangshu."
Cao Cao spoke, but as if he was sighing.
Hearing that Cao Cao hadn't made a decision yet, Mrs.
Huan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her heart, but soon, she covered up the disappointment in her eyes.
Cao Cao's eyes were straight, he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, his eyes suddenly flashed bright, and the words were spoken.
"Huan'er, Lone said, Lone means that if I let Cangshu be the prince, but Lone wants you to pass Cangshu to Bian'er, will you agree?"
This sentence is a bit informative.
Mrs.
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Huan was stunned for a long time, and finally came to her senses, but the waves in her heart still did not decrease much.
Why did Cangshu become the crown prince, and he had to pass it on to Mrs.
Bian Why Cangshu was born to me, not to her Mrs.
Bian There were tears in Mrs.
Huan's eyes instantly, she hugged Cao Cao tightly, and her coquettish grievances were also spoken.
"Husband, but Cangshu is the meat that fell from the concubine's body." ay Cao Cao sighed in his heart, and a touch of loneliness flashed on his face, but soon, the lonely expression on Cao Cao's face disappeared in an instant, and it turned into a smile on his face.
"Your sons already have children, they are all grandmothers, and they are still like a child, you are like this, if they see it for Yu'er, what kind of system will it be."
Mrs.
Huan thought that Cao Cao had given up the previous idea, and the smile on her face returned to her face.
"The concubine looks like a child, it's not that you're always scaring me, husband."
Scared Perhaps. ay Early morning.
In the sky under the cover of thick white clouds, there were a few rays of golden sunlight shining down, and the pale earth became colorful in an instant.
Cao Chong took Zhou Dufu and Guo Xiao, escorted by dozens of elite guards, and went in the direction of Nanying.
Nanying is about twenty miles away from Yecheng, and in the case of a BMW, twenty miles is not a very long distance.
However, because of the snowy days, the roads were slippery, and even if the horses had strips of cloth tied to their legs, they were of little use.
What's more, there is a convoy of dozens of cars behind Cao Chong.
These dozens of carts are naturally loaded with slaughtered pigs and sheep.
It may be difficult to take care of those generals, but those who are more simple and simple, a meal of wine and meat will make them have a better impression of you, and they will respect you even more.
This respect is not because of Cao Chong's identity, but because of Cao Chong's character, because of Cao Chong as a person.
The boss who can let himself eat meat is naturally the best boss.
Of course, those generals Cao Chong naturally have to be in his hands, but the way is different from the hearts of those ordinary soldiers.
Cao Chong walked on the official road without slowness or hurry.
After the Cui Yan incident, the southern camp was ruthlessly reorganized, and most of the army was sent to Luoyang, Hou Chang'an and other places to go to Tuntian, and the rest were relatively simple soldiers, with a number of about 50,000.
The snow is very cold, and it is naturally not a good errand to hurry, even if Cao Chong is wrapped like a zongzi, his little face is still a little stinging by the cold wind.
And unfortunately, snowflakes began to pour out from the sky again.
Gradually, the snowflakes turned into snowflakes.
At the beginning of the snowfall, often the snow flakes are not big, not too dense, such as catkins fluttering lightly with the wind, as the wind blows more and more fiercely, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, like weaving a white net, and nothing can be seen in the distance.
It is like a continuous curtain, falling straight to the ground, and at the same time returning to the light.
Snow covered the roofs and official roads, crushed the branches of the trees, hid the appearance of various objects, blocked the roads and traffic, and the snowflakes flying in the sky made the heavens and the earth dissolve into a white one.
If you walk on the road, you'll be a living snowman in a short time.
The snow is getting heavier.
The convoy also moved at the same speed as before, but Cao Chong's thirst for a room became much greater.
After walking for more than an hour, the convoy arrived at Nanying.
At this time, the southern camp was not closed, and there were even shouts of training inside.
It's a strong army Perhaps But Cao Chong doesn't think so.
There are very few soldiers who can train like Zhou Yafu's Xiliu Battalion, and few armies in history can compare with it.
In contemporary times, the only soldiers trained by Zhou Yafu may be the Tiger and Leopard Rider.
Nanying is mixed, saying that it is elite, it is also a joke.
Of course, there may still be brave soldiers in the southern camp, but in the troubled times, not to mention the army, even the bandits are brave.
Those who lick blood on the knife edge and live, who is not brave Cao Chong listened to the roaring voices, which were full of energy, not like the voices that had been trained for a long time.
Instead, it's like a roar that doesn't last long.
Give the show to yourself scold Cao Chong shook his head in his heart.
Unconsciously, he also has the treatment of those leaders in later generations
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