Looking at Zhu Jun and facing his desperate eyes, Sun Ce was inexplicably sad.

Not only can he feel the helplessness of the hero, but he can also feel that he has struggled all his life but still cannot turn the tide. He can only watch the sadness of the building falling. Zhu Jun has achieved success and is famous all over the world, but now he has to ask a young man for help and ask him to give up his hands. The pain in his heart can be imagined.

But this was destined to be a futile effort. Wei Wei was in charge of the Southern Army, responsible for the security of the palace, and protecting the emperor at close range. How could those party members in the court give such an important position to Sun Jian?

Sun Ce lowered his head, looked at his toes, and thought for a moment. "Mr. Zhu, have you told your father?"

"Not yet." Zhu Jun stuttered, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Sun Ce laughed silently and looked up at Sun Jian who was busy in the distance. "My father was able to be ranked among the nine ministers with a commoner, but he was not comparable to Mr. Zhu, but he was also a model of martial artists in the world. I am also very honored that the lintel of the Sun family in Fuchun was promoted because of this. Mr. Zhu has no way to repay his great kindness, but he can only establish a card of immortality for you, wishing you a long life."

Zhu Jun was surprised and happy. "So, did you agree?"

Sun Cegong bowed and smiled bitterly, "Mr. Zhu, don't say that. You wrote to the court and recommended your father as the Weiwei. Do I need my consent? If an outsider knows, he will say that I am a rebellious minister. If his father knows, he will say that I am a rebellious son. I can't afford any one."

Zhu Jun felt relieved and smiled with a smile on his beard.

"Mr. Zhu, it's impolite to come but not come. You can give the Sun family a step further, and I will give Zhu a small gift, how about it?"

Zhu Jun glanced at Sun Ce and smiled. "You are so short of money now that you can demolish the courtyard and replenish the room. What gifts can you give me? I'll give it away. Although my family is not rich and rich, there are still a few acres of thin land, so I have enough self-support. Qian Tang's fief is not available for the time being, so I can lend it to you to solve the urgent problem."

Sun Ce was very moved and hurriedly bowed: "Thank you, Mr. Zhu. If you need it, I will definitely reach out to Mr. Zhu. However, what I want to give you is not money, but the name of the eternal master?"

Zhu Jun smiled slightly, not surprised. "Are you talking about sacrificing wine in the martial arts hall?"

Sun Ce nodded with a smile. Yin Duan is over 80 years old, and no matter how good he is in good health, he will not last for many years. Zhu Jun is just over 60 years old, and is in good health. He is well maintained. Living for another twenty years will not be a big problem. He just happened to take over Yin Duan's position. Whether in terms of attainment or prestige, Zhu Jun is one level higher than Yin Duan. He is the Supreme Master of the Taiwei as a sacrificial sacrificial sect in the martial arts hall. This is itself the best symbol of martial arts and is definitely attractive to those who are determined to be martial arts in the world.

"Is this a condition?"

"I dare not, I respect you."

Zhu Jun smiled and patted Sun Ce on the shoulder. "There is Jia'er on the Wentai, which is so enviable. OK, then we will make a decision?"

"A word is determined." Sun Ce hurriedly said: "However, whether the court agrees or not is within my ability, and Mr. Zhu cannot force me."

Zhu Jun nodded, the smile on his face gradually dissipated, and he sighed. "Do your best, let it go."

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Zhu Jun was appointed as the Grand Marshal of Qian Tang, and had a fief of 6,500 households. He can be said to be the highest official in the past century. His arrival invisibly increased the weight of the Wuhui faction. When Wuhui received the news, civil and military officials came to visit him in person or sent someone to serve the ceremony. Even if they were not from Wuhui, as long as they belonged to Yangzhou, they would come to build relationships.

For a moment, Zhu Jun was crowded with guests.

Sun Jian ran around and arranged with sincerity. Mrs. Wu was in charge of the internal affairs and was very busy. Sun Ce had to arrange Yuan Quan to help. Fuchun Wu was just a powerful countryman, and he had not seen much world. Mrs. Wu was smart and good at learning, but her practical opportunities were too short, and she was far less sure to deal with these big scenes. Yuan Quan was not only able to do things, but also knew how to be a human being. He held Mrs. Wu in front of everything, and he was willing to stay behind the scenes to manage the details. He asked Mrs. Wu in advance for any decisions, so that Mrs. Wu was very proud of her.

At the same time, she kept bringing Yuan Heng with her side and taught by her oral teachings. Even Sun Ce's second sister Sun Shangying followed her and learned a lot. Every time Sun Ce took time to return to the city, Mrs. Wu and Sun Shangying would praise Yuan Quan in front of him. Mrs. Wu was a little disgusted with Yuan Quan at the beginning, but now she has seen Yuan Quan's ability and never mentioned those words anymore. She kept praising Sun Ce with a vision and looking at people is more accurate than fighting.

Zhu Jun lived in Pingyu for more than ten days and decided to set off to Nanyang to pay homage to his former master Yin Duan, and inspect the military and political affairs of Nanyang. Sun Ce rushed back to the city to attend a farewell banquet. As soon as he entered the mansion, he was called by Zhu Jun. Sun Ce did not dare to be negligent and hurried to the yard where Zhu Jun lived. Zhu Jun sat in the hall, beside Chen Yi, there was also a strange face, about fifty years old, tall and majestic.

"Bo Fu, I want to meet someone." Zhu Jun said straight to the point, his face not very good.

Seeing Zhu Jun speaking so seriously, Sun Ce couldn't help but feel nervous. "Who does Mr. Zhu want to meet? I'll just send someone to invite him."

"Yang Xia, He Shulong, I heard that he is in your camp."

Sun Ce thought for a while before he remembered He Kui and slapped his forehead. "Oh, it's a blessing that Mr. Zhu reminded me, otherwise I would have forgotten him."

Chen Yi, who was standing beside him, was speechless. He Kui had been locked up for so many days, just because he forgot. He Kui was also a famous scholar, so you were so uneasy. The burly man beside him couldn't help but snorted: "General Sun is really a noble man, so much forgot about things. If I don't come to ask Mr. Zhu, will I spend the rest of my life in the general's camp?"

Sun Ce looked at him, his smile remained unchanged. "It's under his feet..."

Zhu Jun said: "He is He Heng, the uncle of He Shulong. He helped me a lot when he fought against the Yellow Turbans. He also had a relationship with Ling Zun."

Sun Ce nodded. He Kui has been locked up by him for almost a month. He Heng has only come now. It can be seen that he does not value his relationship with Sun Jian at all, nor does he want to bow to their father and son. Now he uses Zhu Jun's relationship to ask for someone. If you are asked to leave, wouldn't I be embarrassed?

"You are so concerned about He Shulong?"

"My brother has died prematurely, so I, as an uncle, naturally have to care more about it."

Sun Ce smiled. "Shuh, you don't care much. He Shulong's current distress is thanks to you." Before He Heng could speak, Sun Ce said to Chen Yi: "You know very well why He Shulong was left behind by me, have you ever told Zhu Gong?"

Chen Yi was embarrassed and turned to look at He Heng. He Heng was originally angry and looked serious. After hearing Sun Ce's words, he was a little embarrassed. Zhu Jun saw clearly and was surprised, and his gray eyebrows frowned. "Zi Ping, what's going on?"

He Heng bowed and bowed. "Shame, ashamed, I am really shameless, so I will report it later." He turned around and bowed to Sun Ce. "Shulong lost his father and lived with his mother and brother. He was filial to his son, brother and friend, and was praised by the village. He was indeed negligent in discipline and collided with the general. He also asked the general to forgive his crime and spare him this time."
Chapter completed!