Five hundred miles northwest of the White Horse, located between Makino and Pingqiu, is a line of contact for the land handover between Yuan and Cao.

There is a small ruined village between the two east and west camps not far from the agreed meeting, called Ziyou Village. It was named after the villagers here believed in Confucius Men Yan Yan when they first built the village. However, it is obvious that the famous Yan Daru Shi Zhiling did not care about the idle affairs here, and neither blessed the villagers here to be rich nor blessed them to have a good harvest.

Think about it, how could the crowd living on the edge of Yuan and Cao Jiao? Today, Yuan Bing went south and fought to grab a chicken. Tomorrow, Cao's army went north and fought to grab a duck. As Yuan and Cao fought together, they encountered each other. It was not impossible for them to accidentally hurt several villagers.

People with some skills in the village have long left this place of trouble. Those who continue to stay here are mostly old, young, women and children who are surviving, or they are just decadent and decadent with no life goals.

However, in recent days, Ziyou's village, which has always been deserted, has suddenly become lively. There are full armed knights or men wearing plain clothes. They come and go and stay in the village, buying some dry food, some wine and food, and stopping, and they don't know what they are going to do.

However, after a few days, these people still made the ruined village more angry and also made some more money.

Today, Ziyou Village has ushered in an extraordinary figure.

Yuan Shang was wearing a black silk shirt and came here with Zheng Ji today.

No one knew the purpose of Yuan Shang coming here, nor did he know the purpose of Zheng Ji who came with him.

Walking in the village, I saw people coming and going in the village. The scene was quite lively and there was no sign of silence at all.

Zheng Ji looked around, frowning as if muttering something.

Yuan Shang turned his head and looked at him, and saw his ghost-headed and toad-eyed eyes, saying, "What are you looking for?"

Zheng Ji said angrily: "Go back to the lord. I am looking for a wine shop or a restaurant inn. We have been walking for a long time and we have to take a rest... Problem This is really a place where birds can't poop, it's so difficult to find a place to rest!"

Yuan Shang said lightly: "Why, do you think there will be an inn here?"

Zheng Ji was shocked and said, "Isn't it?"

Yuan Shang turned his eyes and looked at the people coming and going on the street. Their clothes were new and old, and although they were rich and poor, they were not like those who worked hard in the village.

"Have you been here before?"

Zheng Ji touched his nose and said, "Who is so full that he comes to this broken place!"

Yuan Shang glanced at him and said, "Yes, there are no outsiders here, and the local villagers are so poor that they want to do inns?"

When Zheng Ji heard this, he was stunned.

Next to the street stall, a fortune teller of a fortune teller in the martial arts world saw that Yuan Shang and Pang Ji were dressed in luxury and were from other people, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to take on business and said, "Two gentlemen. Take a look at the words and calculate the passing years!"

Yuan Shang smiled and said nothing. Zheng Ji turned his head and said disdainfully: "My master's wealth and honor are the appearance of God, and he still needs to count it, so he can stay there!"

The fortune teller curled his lips and said nothing.

It was at this time that a handsome young man in a white Confucian shirt walked to the fortune telling stall and threw down a handful of jam. Pinghe said: "Fortune-teller, let me test the words for this master."

The fortune teller saw the Zhuo coins on the ground and smiled happily. He hurriedly picked up the coins one by one, put them in his arms, then took out a wooden stick from his close-fitting cloth bag and pounced on the sand on the ground: "Young Master, write a word!"

The young man in white looked at Yuan Shang beside him, held the wooden sticks and smiled, "I'm going to meet a business rival recently and discuss a big deal. I don't write anything next to me, just write down my name. Please help me see what the outcome of this deal is."

After saying that, he raised his hand and drew a big word on the sand with a wooden stick.

The fortune teller looked down and said, "Zhi?"

The young man in white nodded and said, "Yes - Zhi!"

The fortune teller pretended to do it and said nonsense: "Young Master, you have wood in your name. Wood is water. You are born with a plain nature, but you are called by the word "Shi" and instead use wood to make fire. This is a life that is born unwilling to fight with others, but you have to fight with others! Now the season is cold, water is frozen and fire is extinguished. Young Master, you are afraid that you will lose money in this transaction!"

The young man in white smiled and said, "Thank you." After that, he took out another palm of the coin from his sleeve and threw it in front of the fortune teller.

"There is a friend below who also wants to do a business, so you can help me test it for him."

The fortune teller hurriedly said: "Please write it out."

Before he could finish his words, Yuan Shang came over, took the wooden strips from the young man in white, and wrote the word "Shang" on the ground.

"Fortune-teller, take a look."

The fortune teller looked at it and shook his head and said, "The name Shang Chong is the one who belongs to metal. Metal produces water. Why is it in this remote place and has nothing to do with Ju Chong? If this young man does business here, he will probably not have any good signs."

Yuan Shang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, looked at the young master in white and said, "What do you mean, what I and this young master Zhi do this is a loss-making business?"

The fortune teller was stunned and said, "This is how the word "is shown."

Yuan Shang laughed when he heard this and suddenly said, "This fortune teller said, we both will lose two losses this time. Do you think he is right...Prime Minister Cao?"

The young man in white contracted his pupils slightly contracted, and his voice became a little low, saying, "I don't think what he said makes sense, Yuan Weiwei!"

As the two of them said, the invisible pressure on the street suddenly increased without realizing it.

Yuan Shang turned around to face Cao Zhi, and Cao Zhi also turned around at the same time.

Two young men looked at each other coldly on this simple street.

There was silence all around. The fortune teller who was squatting on the ground suddenly felt something was wrong. The pressure around him seemed to increase suddenly. He turned around and almost scared him to pee.

At some point, around these two young people, many people who seemed to have nothing to do with this place were dressed in Chinese clothes, some were dressed in vendors, some were dressed in barbarians, listening, or sneaking, and some even just looked directly at the place where the two were. They quietly pulled out their weapons, as if they were going to let go and kill them at any time.

The atmosphere in the field was extremely quiet and tense, and the fortune telling felt so easy to breathe. He was not a fool. At this moment, it could be seen that the two young men in black and white were not ordinary people, and the people around him dressed as pawn vendors were obviously their respective guards!

It is in this solemn atmosphere that the scene is too stiff...

After a long time.

Cao Zhi first smiled: "Brother Yuan, after leaving Mobei, after several years of spring and autumn, I will meet again today. Cao is very comforted."

Yuan Shang's expression also slowed down: "Are you okay recently?"

Cao Zhi wiped his nose and said with a wicked smile: "It was a good thing, but I was in a bad mood after seeing you."

As the two of them had been stern faces, the solemn aura around them gradually calmed down.

The crowds of all kinds who were ready to move just now seemed to have not seen the change just now, shouting, shopping, doing business, and doing business, all turned to do their own things. They just vaguely swept their eyes to the place where they were.

As for the fortune teller, he had already been so scared that he cleaned up the stall and ran away in a flash.

Yuan Shang and Cao Zhi seemed to have no identity barrier at this moment. It was still like they were in Mobei back then, with sincerity and fun in their words.

The two walked side by side towards the street market in the distance, while Jiang Ji followed slowly.

"Brother Yuan. You really will make things difficult for me!" Cao Zhi was walking with his hands behind his back, and complained to Yuan Shang shamelessly: "You are not honest in your life, and you have to make a confession to be a great general. I, the prime minister, have you been able to compete with you. Why do you want such a broken name when you are idle? Can you make a living as a meal?"

Yuan Shang shrugged casually and said, "There is no way. I am born to be an idle person. I have been in the position of the Nine Ministers of Weiwei for several years. I am so tired that I want to change it."

Cao Zhi glared at him and said, "Your official position in the court is a cabbage sold at a low price in the market? You can change it if you say it? I won't change it for you!"

Yuan Shang shook his head and sighed: "You are now prime minister after all. You are not the boy who was so confused by my butt back then. Why are you still so casual in speaking? The court has pardons, and those who are ranked among the three princes are qualified to call themselves the three orphans. You are the prime minister, and you will call me one by one. Mine, I will call you the orphans!"

Cao Zhi's eyes slanted and said, "I can't help it!"

Yuan Shang stopped gently, looked at the street in the distance deeply, and said, "Actually, I came to this village closest to the camp of the two armies today, just to try my luck and see if I would meet you. I don't want you to come true. After so many years, your sex has not changed!"

Cao Zhi sighed and said, "I'm here as you think. Let's see if I can meet you. It seems that I'm not wrong, and you haven't changed."

Yuan Shang turned to look at Cao Zhi, his expression seemed a bit strange.

"On this street market, you and I are friends of common people, but from tomorrow the two armies are formal negotiations, you and I will be life-and-death enemies, and there is no chance to speak like this again."

Cao Zhi was silent for a while and said, "Brother Yuan, you made me understand a lot back then. I thank you here. Although my father did not die at your hands, he died because of you. I dare not forget this hatred. I have already established a mansion in Xuchang. Sooner or later, I will invite you from Hebei to live for a long time and avenge my father."

Yuan Shang raised his eyebrows and said, "Can you fight me? Don't forget that your father called me a cunning person, Liu Bei called me a traitor, Zhou Yu said I was a shameless person... All the capable people in the world have touched a nail in my hands."

After pausing, Yuan Shang's face seemed to have a helpless color, but hesitated without hesitation. He just smiled faintly and said, "I'm not a good person."

Cao Zhi said word by word: "If you can't fight, you have to fight! This is the ending that you are destined to be unable to erase from your father and my father... But I will still regard you as your brother and as a friend!"

Yuan Shang sighed and said, "You have grown up, and you are not the child who will leave at the time. God will do anything to others. If your second brother Cao Pi inherited your father's position, I would still be able to let go. However, it was you, but it was you, but it was a bit difficult to do."

Cao Zhi smiled and said, "I will definitely beat you in tomorrow's negotiations."
Chapter completed!