The battle between the soldiers was very intense.
Xie Lige, who was sitting at the head of the table, saw everything.
He nodded in satisfaction when he saw the murderous aura emanating from the movements of this group of Cangyun.
Not bad.
Not bad. He looked around in a good mood.
Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong.
The corner of Xie Lige's mouth twitched when he saw this group of Cangyun fighting in front of the generals.
Their murderous aura spread out as if it was free. The generals did not mind. Instead, they clapped their hands and laughed happily.
The endless praises contrasted with the silence of the scholar in the middle.
There was silence.
Jia Xu looked silently at the two soldiers fighting in front of him.
Dust flew and blood mist filled the air.
Every time they took action, they were aggressive and aggressive.
If Jia Xu was a timid person, he would definitely be frightened by the actions of these two people.
Perhaps this was the scene that some people would be most happy to see.
Jia Xu's gaze silently fell on the small figure in armor above. The latter stared at him expressionlessly. His gaze was calm.
Seeing Jia Xu's gaze,
His gaze moved. A provocative smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Their gazes met in midair.
Jia Xu smiled faintly at him.
He was not moved by the duel in front of him.
Seeing this smile, Lü Bu did not move. He avoided Xie Lige's probing gaze without leaving a trace. He looked at the sky and the earth.
He just did not look at his foster father.
"Sigh..."
Xie Lige could not help but sigh.
The grudge between these two people had not been resolved yet.
He did not know how the master and disciple got along, but these two people in his residence were like enemies. They wanted to trick each other at any time.
This Martial Arts Practice Field was one of the first meeting gifts that Lü Bu had given to Jia Xu.
It was reasonable to say that although Lü Bu was young, he had always been by Xie Lige's side, so he had always been steady and mature. He did not take the initiative to look for trouble, and he was always calm and self-controlled. At such a young age, one could already see that he would have an extraordinary future. At the very least, he would not bully others with childish means. And Jia Xu had also surprised Xie Lige by playing with Lü Bu.
This pair of master and disciple's small tricks emerged one after another endlessly. Their big tricks met each other's moves. From time to time, they would smile at their own disciple and suck in a cold breath. Lu Bu was so angry that his face under his jade crown immediately darkened.
In a short period of time, other than the study that escaped the calamity, the others were defeated by the two of them.
Sometimes, Xie Lige was not lucky enough to escape. He could only watch as his beloved porcelain vase was taken away by Lü Bu with a dark face under Jia Xu's instigation.
The cause of this ill-fated relationship was Jia Xu's persuasion.
On the night after the Martial Arts Practice Field, Lü Bu ran to his foster father's study as usual. Jia Xu, who had just joined the residence, followed behind his disciple with a smile. When the two of them stepped into the study, they saw Xie Lige sitting behind the table with a military book spread out in front of him.
"Foster Father." Lü Bu's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and stood behind the table.
The child walked over to the table with familiar steps and looked up at Xie Lige. Xie Lige looked at him for a long time. In the end, he couldn't resist his son's gaze. He picked up the child and said, "What's wrong?"
Jia Xu, who was following closely behind, stopped. He looked at the close relationship between the father and son with a surprised expression. The general, who was originally wearing armor, looked down at the miniature version that just reached his thigh. The child, who was wearing the exact same armor, looked up at him. Their gazes met in the air. After a moment of silence, he reached out and hugged the child in his arms. His large face was expressionless as he looked at him unnaturally.
Xie Lige nodded and said, "Teacher."
"… … General?"
Jia Xu was surprised. This was the first time he had seen such a close relationship between father and son. Moreover, he remembered that these two were adopted father and son.
When Jia Xu thought of this, he looked at the two people who looked so close that some people would believe that they were father and son. He couldn't help but say, "The little general is really dependent on the general."
As soon as he said this, Jia Xu saw the man's face stiffen. He slowly put down the child in his hand and stood up. He said seriously, "I'm sorry for the lack of manners."
Lü Bu, who was thrown to the ground, stared coldly at Jia Xu and said with a smile, "It's my pleasure."
Lü Bu: What the f * ck?!
For the next few days, Lü Bu always stood behind Xie Lige and listened to the discussions of the generals in the study. He listened carefully and asked Xie Lige questions from time to time. However, whenever Jia Xu stood up to speak, Lü Bu's cold eyes would shoot daggers at him.
Xie Lige saw this more than once. In the beginning, he was confused, but now, it was too late for regrets. If he had known that letting go would lead to this, he definitely would not have let go.
This kind of feeling lasted until the end of the practice. The generals came up to reward the Cangyun Army. Lü Bu, who had not spoken this entire time, suddenly said, "It's still early. Why don't we go to the fu for a drink?"
The small figure was heroic. His gaze swept across the crowd and stopped for a long time on the smiling Jia Xu. Clearly, the target of his words was the other.
Drink?
When the generals heard this, their bodies stiffened and they paused. Their gazes involuntarily looked at the expressionless Xie Lige with sympathy in their eyes.
Xie Lige was poked by the sympathetic gazes. He could not maintain the pretense of indifference on his face. Fortunately, his appearance was naturally dignified. He reluctantly did not give himself away. At this moment, his heart had almost turned into Er Kang's hand. Son, dear son, why do you have to drag your old father into the fight with your master?
Human affairs?!
Lü Bu was completely unaware of the grief under his father's stoic face. His small face smiled coldly at Jia Xu and looked provocatively at the other party.
Not far away, the newcomer Guo Si saw this scene in confusion. He poked the rough general in front of him and whispered, "... What's wrong with everyone?"
The rough general impatiently turned his head and saw the curious Guo Si. He turned his head back and looked at Xie Lige with a worried expression. "Nothing."
Guo Si: "You don't look like nothing."
From the back, he could clearly see the heavy haze behind the large man. His mood was gloomy, and the other generals looked like they were rushing to the execution ground.
The rough general: "Do you know why the young general suggested drinking?"
Guo Si was puzzled. "Why?"
That's right. Why did they look so worried when they heard about drinking? Didn't people who practiced martial arts generally like drinking?
The rough general looked left and right and found that there was no one around. Then, like a thief, he quietly said, "Because our general's alcohol tolerance is not very good …"
"If his alcohol tolerance is not good, then so be it."
Some people were born with a low alcohol tolerance.
"Tsk!"
The rough general smacked his lips. When he saw the other party's indifferent expression, he revealed a look of disdain. "If it was that simple, why would I deliberately talk to you here?
You underestimate our group of generals too much. "
After a while, he saw that Guo Si was still confused. He turned his head to look at Lü Bu and found that the latter and Jia Xu were staring at each other. Xie Lige was in the middle and didn't know what to do.
He retracted his gaze and said faintly, "Actually, our general is usually quite a good person. He's very loyal, and his martial arts are high. He has a good character. The only flaw is that when he's drunk, he does something …"
Before he finished speaking, Lü Bu's cold voice came from behind him.
"Foster father, when you're drunk, I play the drum on the side."
Not far away, Xie Lige heard his foster son's words and immediately became inconsolable. He knew that he couldn't escape this time. He led the generals into the mansion and walked up to the seat of honor.
He sat down. Lü Bu followed behind him and sat down. Directly across from him was Jia Xu. There was no one behind him. Next to Lü Bu were various generals who had performed meritorious deeds.
Jia Xu represented the civil officials of Liangzhou. Lü Bu and the others represented the armed forces of Liangzhou. From the people behind Jia Xu, no one could see that Liangzhou was lacking in strategists.
When Xie Lige looked down at the empty space behind Jia Xu, he couldn't help but want to vomit blood. Such poor literary resources really made one's heart ache.
Xie Lige gathered his emotions. When he heard Lü Bu's voice, he happily agreed. "Okay."
Other things aside, his son could play the war drums.
The generals in front of the table had already sat down. The door was gently pushed open from the outside. A line of palace servants carried dishes in. The last few people were guards carrying wine jars that were half the height of a person. The moment the wine jars hit the ground, the ground suddenly shook. All the generals' hearts also trembled.
Xie Lige also accepted his fate. It was just drinking. Let's do it!
His son had already lost so many times. He was just losing face.
Because Guo Si was a new general, his seat was naturally at the back, close to the rough general. When he sat down, before he could ask, the rough general couldn't help but gloat.
"Jia Xu, that scholar, is definitely going to suffer this time."
"Ah?"
"It's true. You don't have to believe it. The young general has personally entered the field. He definitely won't be able to escape this time."
The generals present were all clear about the exchange between master and disciple. They understood that their general was also an innocent bystander.
After he finished speaking, he clicked his tongue in wonder.
The main character of the topic, Jia Xu, had always had a gentle smile on his face. Do you think he didn't know that this was a trap?
This was also impossible. Lü Bu could swear that this black-hearted fellow definitely knew that this was a trap when he suggested it.
He knew that it was a trap, but he still walked in.
As Lü Bu thought about it, he narrowed his eyes. He seemed to be deep in thought.
The palace guards put down the wine jars and bowed. They lowered their heads and followed the palace servants in front of them out. They closed the door on the way out, leaving a group of soldiers inside to silently look at the jars of white wine in front of each of them.
Jia Xu was no exception. His wine jars were exactly the same as those of the other generals.
Xie Lige stood up and held the wine jars with both hands. He poured the wine into the large bowl on the table. The clear wine flowed and splashed. When the bowl was almost full, he put down the wine jars and raised the large bowl with his right hand. He said to the generals below, "Drink!"