Remove the old year and usher in the new year.

In Chang'an City, the traders from the south to the north shouted, and the pedestrians on the street were endless, beaming with joy, and there was a prosperous scene everywhere.

Mi Zhu, who had been running all the way, finally arrived.

Entering Chang'an City, Mi Zhu stopped, looking at the streets that greeted him, as well as the neat buildings on both sides of the road, and the endless pedestrians, Mi Zhu sighed in his heart.

It is worthy of being the capital of the Han Dynasty!

Everywhere else is suffering from war, but here is the place where flowers are blooming and peaceful.

Mi Zhu inquired about the residence of the opera from the people along the way, and soon came to the street in front of the theater.

Mi Zhu stepped forward and politely reported his name.

The servant who guarded the door looked up and down, it seemed to be commonplace, but fortunately he was not rude, and politely refused: "This nobleman, our master has no outsiders. If you want to gain fame or become an official, you can go to the Zhaoxian Hall not far away. If you are really talented and have the ability to learn, no matter how high or low you are, you will be accepted there. ”

Mi Zhu realized that the servant who came to the door regarded himself as a speculator who wanted to go through the back door.

But think about it, as the most important figure of the great Sima of the dynasty, there must be many people who want to find him for a way.

Mi Zhu didn't explain, took out Guo Jia's handwritten letter from his bosom and handed it to the servant: "You take this and hand it over to your master, after he reads it, he will naturally call me in." ”

Seeing that Mi Zhu was sure, the servant took the bamboo slip suspiciously, and went to the house to report it.

In the northerner room of the house, Xi Ce was lying on the bed, covered with a thick futon. He reached out and gently pushed the cradle beside the bed, with a new fatherly smile on his face.

In the cradle, a baby girl wrapped in swaddling clothes, sleeping soundly.

I thought that I would never like children in this life, until the moment I witnessed the birth of my daughter, Xice's heart also warmed up.

This is my daughter, my daughter of Xi Zhicai!

Tears were in his eyes, and he looked up to the sky and laughed in the courtyard.

He hadn't been happier for a long time since the general was gone.

What is even more fortunate is that his cold disease has not been inherited, and his daughter can grow up healthy and healthy without suffering from the cold.

Some time ago, the battle report from the front came back, saying that Cao Cao had returned to Yanzhou and began to transfer troops.

This also means that a big war is about to begin.

Xi Ce is not worried about this, now that the general is surrounded by a large group of wise strategists, he is no longer needed as a shabby scholar.

Very happy, but also a little lonely.

"Master, there is a guest surnamed Mi waiting outside the mansion and wants to see you." The steward of the house lowered his voice outside.

"Take him to the lobby, and I'll see him later."

Xi Ce ordered to go down, and just yesterday afternoon, he received the paperwork from Chen Liu's Kuaima in an urgent manner.

The steward took the order and went out of the mansion to invite Mi Zhu into the mansion.

Mi Zhu followed the steward into the mansion, and in his mind, as the most important adviser of the general, the mansion must be full of style.

But after entering the house, I found that it was very different.

The theater is very large, but it is not luxurious, and the scenery and rockeries in the forecourt are mainly simple, and there are almost no gold, silver and jade.

When he came to the hall and sat down, the steward ordered someone to pour tea for Mi Zhu and send more snacks.

Mi Zhu sat for about half a cup of tea, and heard the servant outside the door shouting 'Master'. He knew that this was a ploon.

In order to show respect, Mi Zhu stood up and looked sideways slightly, he was also very curious about the appearance of this 'gentleman'.

One foot stepped in first.

The usual black urn shoes with white soles are especially warm.

Looking up, there was a hemp belt around his waist, and above was a thin and withered face, not half bloody, and from the neck down, wrapped in a thick beast leather jacket.

He slumped up, his hands in his cuffs, and saw nothing but a pale face.

Mi Zhu was stunned, which was far from the Confucian scholar he imagined in his mind.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, he didn't look like a favored strategist, but like a terminally ill serious illness.

"I have heard the name of Mi Zizhong for a long time, and I am really fortunate to see my true face today!" Seeing Mi Zhu in a daze, Xi Ce smiled and said hello.

"Mr. style is also ......"

Mi Zhu, who came back to his senses, just wanted to praise and joke along with the words, but before he finished speaking, he had already realized that something was wrong.

is so haggard as he is now, how can he have half a style at all. If you praise it against your conscience, it may also make you feel that you are deliberately sarcastic.

Before you find out the temperament of the joke, it's best not to talk nonsense.

Mi Zhu reminded himself in a whisper in his heart.

The joke didn't seem to take it to heart, and he greeted Mi Zhu to sit down with great enthusiasm.

"I read Fengxiao's documents, Brother Zizhong came to me this time to seek the position of Xuzhou pastor for that Liu Xuande, right?" The banter gets straight to the point.

Mi Zhu didn't mean to hide it, since he came to ask for help from Xice, this matter must not be hidden from him, so he nodded immediately.

Seeing that Mi Zhu was so sincere, Xi Ce took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Xuzhou is far away from Guanzhong, and in recent years, there have been smoke everywhere, and natural disasters and military disasters have continued. Fortunately, Tao Fujun is a good official who loves the people like a son, but unfortunately because of Cao's father's incident, it caused a huge disaster. Now that Tao Fujun has returned to the west, I heard that before he died of illness, he had ordered Liu Bei to be the new Xuzhou pastor? ”

The topic finally came to the point, and Mi Zhu nodded hurriedly.

"This thing was easy to do, but ......"

The joke lengthened the end note and deliberately dragged it out without saying anything. It wasn't until Mi Zhu's gaze became particularly urgent that he sighed and said, "It's really unfortunate!" ”

"What do you mean by that?" Mi Zhu 'chuckled' in his heart, and couldn't help but be a little anxious.

Xi Ce picked up a roll of bamboo slips from the table and handed it over, "Brother Zizhong can see it for himself." ”

Mi Zhu stepped forward to take it, opened it and quickly browsed it.

After reading it, Mi Zhu's face became extremely ugly.

Lu Bu actually wanted Yuan Shu to be the pastor of Xuzhou!

Originally, Cao Cao's army was in trouble, and Xuzhou was already chaotic enough. If Yuan Shu is allowed to intervene again, the whole of Xuzhou does not know how the world will be turned upside down.

Thinking about it carefully, Yuan Shu's appointment as the pastor of Xuzhou actually did not have much substantial benefit to Lu Bu.

So what is his plan for this?

Mi Zhu had a calculation in his mind, and quickly figured out the relationship. Lu Bu wanted to completely stir Xuzhou into a muddy water, but eight or nine because he was untrustworthy that day and refused food.

That's why I thought of using this way to take revenge on the entire Xuzhou.

Thinking about this, Mi Zhu was very anxious.

Fortunately, he remembered what Guo Jia once said, if there is someone in the world who can persuade Lu Bu, it can only be a joke.

So, Mi Zhu hurriedly surrendered his hand to Xice, and his tone was very sincere: "Please help me, sir!" ”

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