"The birds are gone, and the good bows are hidden. The cunning rabbits die, and the lackeys are cooked. Looking at the twenty-four histories, this is the case."

Yang Mo comforted him: "Sir, don't be too sad. After all, there was no Han Dynasty in this life, and you didn't grow up eating food from the Northern Sui Dynasty. There is no need to be loyal to the Northern Sui Dynasty."

"If Mr. Cao still competed for the Central Plains in this world and was determined to dominate the world, he would not have any ideological differences with his husband."

Yang Mo's words sound very similar to human words, but they are to tell who they are.

If you say that a person like Guo Jia who is free and easy by nature will definitely be able to listen to it. You may even laugh out loud, then nodded repeatedly and said yes, that's right.

Then I put this matter behind me, and it will not affect what I have to do in this life at all.

But Xun Yu is not Guo Jia, and he is not that open-minded and often likes to be stubborn.

This is the disadvantage of those who like to use open conspiracies: they are reasonable and have strong principles.

Therefore, to Xun Yu, Yang Mo's words of comforting were no different from adding fuel to the fire.

"The birds are gone, and the good bows are hidden. The cunning rabbits die, and the lackeys are cooked. Looking at the twenty-four histories, this is the case..."

Xun Yu murmured and repeated what Yang Mo said, then asked, "If the young master becomes the emperor one day, will he start a massacre?"

This sentence is very inconsistent with Xun Yu's level. It seems that he was really broken by what Yang Mo said.

Yang Mo sighed in his heart, Xun Yu, Xun Yu, don’t blame me for being cruel.

"Sir, jokingly, first, I will not be the emperor, so naturally I will not massacre meritorious officials. Second, even if I become the emperor, I am legitimate and there is no need to massacre ministers. After all, I am a member of the Yang family. Once Yang Fang dies, from a legal perspective, I am the first heir."

Xun Yu realized that his question was inaccurate and smiled helplessly.

Then he said: "Yang Fang is the one who usurped the throne of the prince."

"Not these matter. I was a commoner in my previous life, and I am also a commoner in this life. The general trend of the world has nothing to do with me."

Yang Mo's answer was very straightforward.

He had never had this idea when he participated in the battle for hegemony among the princes.

First of all, he has self-knowledge and his level is that he can manage a navy and conquer the world and govern the world. He is afraid of a foolish monarch.

Secondly, there are too many great people in this world, and the mortality rate is too high when participating in the game of heroes.

Seeing Yang Mo answering, Xun Yu had nothing to say. For a moment, the two of them looked at the chessboard and said nothing.

After a while, Yang Mo fell asleep with his elbow on the table. His body sank, his palms did not hold his chin and he woke up instantly.

Xun Yu on the opposite side still maintained his sleepy posture. He looked at the chessboard with a very haggard look and his eyes were covered in blood. Obviously, he thought a lot that night.

Perhaps until now, I haven't figured out some things.

It was already bright at this time. Yang Mo stretched out his waist and was about to say hello to Xun Yu when he suddenly saw the door open. Ying Zheng stood at the door and looked at Xun Yu with a look of alert.

"What do you think? Mr. Xun is a humble gentleman. How can he learn from me to do something hostage?"

Yang Mo waved to Ying Zheng, and Ying Zheng came over.

"I have bowed to Mr. Xun. When you arrive in Taiyuan, you must ask Mr. Xun for advice."

Ying Zheng was very obedient and bowed respectfully: "Student Ying Zheng, I have met Mr. Xun."

"Don't be so polite..."

Xun Yu subconsciously raised his hand to help Ying Zheng, and suddenly realized something: "What's your name?"

He looked up at Yang Mo, but saw his face full of playfulness.

"Student Zhao's surname is Zheng, and I have met Mr.

Ying Zheng bowed again very seriously: "Master went to Zhao for me, and took Ying as his surname and name Zheng. Just call me Ying Zheng."

Xun Yu, who had not slept all night, was stunned by this surprise bomb in the morning.

Ying Zheng?

Emperor Qin Shihuang?

Subconsciously, he was about to get up and kneel down, but Yang Mo pressed his palm down: "Sir, in Taiyuan in the future, my disciple Ying Zheng will be more troublesome to me."

Xun Yu looked at him, Mu was so lazy that he didn't know what to do, nodding or shaking his head.

As he was speaking, Wang Ying's voice came from outside: "Brother, it's not good, it's not good!"

Then he jumped in, followed by a soldier dressed in Cao's army.

After Cao's army came in, he saw Xun Yu and saluted respectfully. Then he took out a letter from his arms and said, "Xun Zhongtai, Master Guo Bo has a letter to Zhongtai."

Wang Ying pulled the letter over and handed it to Yang Mo: "It is said that the Yellow Turban Army in Jeju are heading for Taiyuan and will arrive in Taiyuan soon!"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the table.

Yang Mo was pressing Xun Yu's hand on the table, and the anxiety on Wang Ying's face disappeared, and instead he was confused and gossip.

What did the elder brother and this gentleman do in one night?

Why hold hands?

Xun Yu hurriedly pulled out his hand, and Yang Mo calmly kicked Wang Ying: "What are you doing when you shout? Can the sky fall?"

As he said that, he took the letter from him.

He took a brief look, then handed it to Xun Yu, and Yang Mo's expression became serious.

The letter said that Zhang Jiao raised an army of 300,000 to attack Taiyuan.

This is a bit unscientific.

After reading the information given by Guo Jia, Xun Yu also showed a hint of confusion on his face, and he was also a little disbelief.

"Young Master, don't worry, this information is not necessarily accurate."

"I only mentioned the number of people, and did not mention who the general was, nor when to set out from Jeju, nor when to arrive in Taiyuan..."

I have to say that professional top strategists are different. When they encounter serious business, they immediately get into the state, and they are completely less haggard than before.

The analysis was organized and very clear.

He also analyzed the reasons why the 300,000 army march was impossible, and it was not bad at all from what I had analyzed before.

It was very comfortable. Not only did Yang Mo not worry about hearing this, but he felt very comfortable.

It’s really great to refer to if you have something to do.

My heart deepened my mind to dig up Xun Yu.

"What should I do, sir?"

After Yang Mo asked, Xun Yu thought for a while: "Young Master should go back to Taiyuan immediately, and then inform Luoyang to send troops to aid, and at the same time, let Meng Tian from Taiyuan send a horse to find out the news."

"Okay! Then let's go back to Taiyuan without waiting for Xin Qiji!"

With Xun Yu in hand, Xin Qiji and Fang Xuanling can be temporarily suspended.

No matter what trouble Zhang Jiao in Jeju is, I will take Xun Yu and Cao Cao to Taiyuan first.

"So there is a plan, Mr. Yang would like to listen?"

Cao Cao walked in with a gloomy face. Outside the door, he heard Xun Yu give advice to Yang Mo, and he was in a bad mood.

But this is not the time to care about these things, and we should focus on getting out.

When Xun Yu saw Cao Cao come in, his face was a little embarrassed.

Cao Cao thought he was discovered by himself to give advice to Yang Mo, so he didn't take it seriously.

"Oh, Mr. Cao has any plan, but it's okay?"

Seeing Cao Cao take the initiative to offer advice, Yang Mo was even happier, and Lao Cao's military ability was also very strong.

"A cavalry came out from Qizhou and attacked the troops from Jeju."

Cao Cao didn't take the Yellow Turban Army seriously at all, Zhang Jiao? The old man was defeated.

Now that he is taking the initiative to send someone a head, how can he, Cao Cao, not accept it?
Chapter completed!