Chef Wushuang of the Three Kingdoms

No one doubted it, even in the city.

"By taking advantage of the injury, the eldest brother will get the 7000 troops under control as soon as possible, gather 3000 elite soldiers as soon as possible, and then use [-] people as a supply camp. After a few days, we will march west!" Fang Mo ate the fruit, squeaked Chirping, his face was extremely rosy, if anyone said that he was injured, he must be at least blind.

Last but not least, he has to be a fool.

But others didn't know that he was acting. What's more, when he came back that day, he was really ashamed, and he also vomited two big mouthfuls of pig blood. His face turned pale with nausea, and no one would believe it.

"Fourth brother, fourth brother, how can I say you are good? I always feel that you seem to have been prepared for a long time. Then Captain Zou is not too bad to you and me. Why do you want to attack him directly?" Liu Bei is now Still puzzled.

Fang Mo really said all day long that he wanted to be the emperor, the Ninth Five-Year...

However, there were many such jokes among the people in ancient times, and before the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the control over such speech was not strict.

It is said that the legend ha!

During the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, there were thousands of people called Tianzi and hundreds of people called Jiuwu in the land of China.

The existence of such a situation naturally leads to the fact that, except for the middle and upper classes, most people will make such a joke or two.

Liu Bei himself doesn't believe that he can be the emperor. He is far worse than Liu Xiu. Thousands of people playing hundreds of thousands are the same as playing. Who can compare?

Because of this, he felt that Fang Mo was too eager, always pushing him into a terrible position.

Isn't it good to be promoted step by step?

To control the military power, 3000 people is already good. Many contemporary lieutenants and generals may not have as many as others.

But Fang Mo was still dissatisfied, which made people too confused.

"Ugh!"

Fang Mo sighed, then looked around, and said cautiously to Zhang Fei: "Third Brother, you go and look outside the door, I have something to tell Big Brother."

"I'm still injured, okay, I'll go..." Zhang Fei's hand drinking the wine trembled immediately after seeing Liu Bei's expression, and then rushed to the door with a whoosh, and observed it for a long time. Like a thief, he nodded towards the room.

Seeing this scene, Liu Bei asked Fang Mo: "Fourth brother, what did you want to say just now? Say it quickly!"

"Ok!"

He coughed, and then said quietly: "Brother, I am actually not from this era. I am a person who came from thousands of years later. I have an unparalleled understanding of the history of this world. You will definitely become a wise king in the future." , and then let the big man continue for several years...don't go!"

"Brother, stop, I'm really telling the truth!"

"Third brother, look at him, why is my younger brother so aggrieved? Oh, why are you leaving? Aren't you also injured?"

"Second brother, let's talk? You want to go too?"

Chapter 67 Meeting with Lu Zhi

"I don't learn anything from the good ones, but I want to learn to be cold and cold. Cut it, I don't care about you!" Fang Mo stood up, walked to the table next to him, picked up a piece of meat and ate it with great interest.

These years are really difficult, and no one believes it when I tell the truth.

In this indifferent country, only pieces of meat can bring a little warmth.

Three days later.

Zhonglang fought Lu Zhi and Zhang Jiao, the leader of the Yellow Turban, in Guangzong.

When the news came, Liu Bei was like an ant on a hot pot.

"Bei once learned martial arts from Master Lu, but now he is fighting Zhang Jiao, but I can't help him, I feel really guilty..." After Liu Bei finished speaking, he looked at Fang Mo firmly.

Although this fourth younger brother always speaks strange words on weekdays, he is definitely wise and can always grasp some general trends in the world.

A few days ago, several people discussed that they wanted to go west and enter Jizhou to help the current imperial court, and it was impossible to get an official position from it.

At that time, Fang Mo did not say that he was going to find General Lu Zhizhong, but only said that he was going to Jizhou.

So Liu Bei was a little uncertain, and after hearing the news at this time, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Since big brother is interested, we will lead our troops there."

"Brother, the army belongs to you, and I'm also your subordinate officer. Some things are ultimately up to you to decide."

Fang Mo leaned on the bed in a paralyzed position.

He actually knew about this matter, not only knew it, but also knew it in great detail.

The reason why he didn't say anything was to let Liu Bei decide for himself. At the same time, he also wanted to see what his elder brother's sense of smell was. If he didn't even have any serious political awareness, he would be completely screwed.

Also, he really wanted to see if Liu Bei would help his teacher.

Now he sees it.

Liu Bei is still the same Liu Bei, his sense of smell has not been obscured by the few little things he said, the future can be said to be extremely bright, big...

"it is good!"

"Since the fourth brother said it, let's get ready, then..."

Liu Bei was talking, when he saw Fang Mo turn over from the bed and get up, and slapped Zhang Fei who was drinking next to him: "Wake up and start a war, still pretend, keep pretending, big brother But you will never get out, are you willing?"

Zhang Fei was slapped, but he didn't get angry. After all, Fang Mo's strength was too weak.

He didn't react at first, but when he heard the next sentence, he immediately sat up: "My Zhang Fei's body is rusted, if I don't send troops again, I'm afraid more than half of my abilities will be delayed!"

Don't look at him enjoying himself, but in fact, he has long wanted to go out for activities, but now he still has to pretend, Fang Mo told him several times...

Furthermore, he really found that he was becoming lazy, like raising a pig, and his body sank a lot.

"Fourth brother is fine, you don't go to battle to kill the enemy, and you don't fight against the Yellow Turban, I, Zhang Fei, can't stand it!" Zhang Fei took the snake spear next to him, waved it twice, and smiled bitterly: "It's all like that! It's jerky."

"Damn it!"

"I think you can still kill hundreds of people now, and you won't be tired at all!"

Fang Mo curled his lips, but did not say this, but murmured such a sentence in his heart.

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Five thousand elites, more than 2000 supplies and more than [-] food and grass are their harvest from this trip.

To be honest, even Fang Mo felt that Gong Jing was so generous and scary, it was food, not a truckload of soil, but he just gave it out...

"Could it be that he has seen my plot? Impossible, he has seen it, I'm afraid he has to attack Liu Bei directly, but why?" He was puzzled, looking at Gong Jing waving goodbye, always I think this old man is hiding something.

However, he put the matter aside in an instant.