The road waved and shook, the pen stroked the paper, dragging out a long tail, which looked very eye-catching in the tidy and graceful handwriting.

Lu Zhao frowned, put the pen aside, picked up the military newspaper that had written most of the time and looked carefully. He originally wanted to see if it could be modified, but he never thought that the more he read it, he felt more uncomfortable, so it would be better not to read it. He hesitated for a while and decided to rewrite it. Because it was too worthwhile to leave a bad impression on Yuan Tan, it would ruin the efforts of their brothers over the past few years.

Lu Zhao took another piece of paper and wrote it seriously. This time, he wrote very smoothly, and felt better than when he wrote it before. His writing was full of thoughts, his writing was flowing, his strokes were very exquisite, and his writing was beautiful, which was a masterpiece.

Lu Zhao was very satisfied, and picked up the manuscript he had just written and compared it. The more he read it, the more he was satisfied. He put both manuscripts on the desk, turned around to prepare the seal and seal mud, and waited for Moji to take the bag and sent someone to Yuan Tan's camp as fast as possible. In the past two days, the number of scouts disappeared so that even the bodies could not be found. He suspected that Sun Ce was marching nearby and wanted to take action against Kang's father and intercepted his scout first.

He only had five thousand county soldiers, and Zhu Huan in the city had 4,000 people. After a few days of fierce fighting, at least three thousand people could fight. Sun Ce was said to have 3,000 infantry and cavalry, and he was the elite among the elite. If Zhu Huan had just left the city, even if he could not stop him, he could still resist for a while and give Yuan Tan a warning. But if Sun Ce and Zhu Huan attacked him together, he would probably not even be able to send out the news, let alone escape unstoppable.

Kang's father was more than thirty miles away from Rencheng, and it took a day to walk. If he saw Sun Ce sending another message, maybe the messenger had not arrived at Yuan Tan's camp and Sun Ce had arrived. He thought about it and finally came up with a solution: send Yuan Tan a message every half day. If there was no news at that time, it meant that something happened to him. Please ask Yuan Tan to be prepared for the situation.

He felt that this method was very good, not only to ensure timely notification of news, but also to show it in front of Yuan Tan. He believed that with his literary talent and calligraphy, Yuan Tan would definitely leave a deep impression on him. Yuan Tan's lieutenant and Sima had dozens of people, without any thoughts, how could he stand out? But if there was no legitimate reason, doing so would make people feel that it was a competing for favor and backfire. At present, this method is both good, and not only achieves the goal, but will not make Yuan Tan disgusted, but also allows Yuan Tan to discover his military talents.

Everything was ready. Lu Zhao closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, silently recited the article, confirming that there was nothing to modify, and then opened his eyes. After a glance, he suddenly felt something was wrong. After a closer look, his good mood just now disappeared, which made him feel a little more annoyed.

This military newspaper is good, but the paper is useless. Inadvertently, he used a piece of Jingzhou paper. Jingzhou paper is of the best quality and fair price. Many people like to use it, and he is no exception. However, Yuan Shao had strict orders that Jizhou paper must be used for official documents, so many people have two types of paper, Jizhou paper is used for private documents, and Jingzhou paper is used for private books. Lu Cui opposed this and once reminded him not to save those two money, and to use Jizhou paper, but he just likes to use Jingzhou paper. It is not because it is cheap, but Jingzhou paper is indeed good.

Now, he finally made a mistake. If he hadn't put two pieces of paper together under the lamp to compare, he would have made a big mistake.

Lu Zhao was in a bad mood, but he had to open the inkstone box and grind the ink again. This time, he couldn't find that feeling again. He was either this wrong or that was wrong. He repeated a military newspaper for more than ten times, and was exhausted before he was finished. He checked repeatedly, and the general newspaper was sealed, covered it with mud, and sent someone to deliver it overnight. Then he washed up and rested. As soon as he lay on the bed, he fell asleep.

He had a dream. He was very happy to see Yuan Tan's military newspaper and gave it to the famous scholars in the tent to appreciate it. The famous scholars praised him with praise, some praised him for his good calligraphy, some praised him for his beautiful words, and some praised him for his exquisite ideas. When it was finally passed to the hands of the Changshi Xinpi, there was no smile on Xinpi's face, and he said lightly, everything is good, but he used Jingzhou paper.

Lu Zhao was shocked and was about to argue, Xinpi pinched his military newspaper into a ball and threw it over. He reached out to pick it up, but found that the ball of paper turned into a burning fireball, whistling with the sound of the wind, wrapping him in it all at once.

Lu Zhao suddenly woke up, sat up, sweating profusely. Before he could come to his senses, he realized something was wrong. The whistling wind was still echoing in his ears and did not dissipate. He listened intently, and then he found that there were shouts of killing everywhere in the camp, and it was getting louder and louder and closer.

Lu Zhao took a breath of air conditioning, got up and rushed out, took two steps, turned back, took off the sword hanging on the head of the bed, and called the guard to help him put on armor. As soon as he called twice, the door of the tent was raised and someone broke in.

"Quick, put on my armor."

"No need to be so troublesome." A voice rang behind the back.

Lu Zhao was stunned, then his shoulders sank, and a chill penetrated into the skin of his neck, making him feel cold. Lu Zhao held his breath and even froze. He slowly raised his hand. A hand stretched out from behind him and took the sword in his hand.

"A good knife, it's actually the thirty-year refinery produced in Nanyang. How did you get it?"

This time, Lu Zhao confirmed that the voice was very strange, not his personal guard. He slowly turned his head, and what caught his eye was a beautiful beard. He raised his head and saw a heroic face, with sword-browed eyebrows, especially the pair of eyes, bright and full of jokes.

"It's..."

"Donglai Taishici."

"Taishici?" Lu Zhao was surprised. Isn't Taishici in Dongping? How could he suddenly appear here? A flash of his mind and suddenly understood. After discovering that the scout was missing, he had sent people to search everywhere, hoping to use this to determine Sun Ce's location. Sun Ce's scouts were all cavalry and should be able to find horse hoof prints, but he had never found horse hoof prints.

Now he understood that the person who intercepted the scout was not the cavalry under Sun Ce's command, but the Taishi Ci in front of him. It is said that he had the magical archery technique of passing through Yang with hundreds of steps, so he could naturally be able to deal with several scouts. However, there were tens of thousands of people under Taishi Ci's command, so how could he sneak up nearby quietly?

"When did you come to Kangfu? How many people?"

"Yesterday." Taishi Ci smiled slightly. "How many people are needed to deal with you? I only brought three hundred personal guards. Lu Wenju, your subordinates were too relaxed. If I had known that it would be so easy, I would not even have to bring personal guards, and I could steal Zhu Xiumu's credit by myself."
Chapter completed!