There was drunkenness in his head, and the alcohol eroded Ying Fei's sobriety little by little. In the end, he left the tavern in a shaky manner, forgetting to pay for the drink.

"Interesting."

After Ying Fei left, the drunken state on Guo Jia's face disappeared, and was replaced by endless shrewdness.

"Made, this kid is a pit man!"

After chattering for a while, he paid for the two people's drinks and left. He has been extremely intelligent since he was a child, and his ability to recognize people is not inferior to that of adults.

Guo Jia can naturally see that the talented kid is absent-minded, and the other party's family is poor. The cost of a meal of wine is a matter of a few pennies, and although he Guo Jia is down, he also invites it.

An eleven or twelve-year-old drinker is naturally a stranger in a small tavern. This is also the reason why Guo Jia pays attention to Ying Fei, the ancients said: strange people must have different behaviors.

Pushing open the door, he sat down on the bluestone, letting the breeze blow and the grass hit his face. Ying Fei was rarely quiet, at this moment he had too many things in his heart, and these things were related to his fate choice.

The only thing that is fortunate is that he and his mother do not need to flee to a bitter cold place like Samhan. Once the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out, the Han Dynasty would inevitably be a general, and when Dong Zhuo entered Luoyang, the abolition of the Young Emperor completely knocked out the last dignity of the Han Dynasty.

The last generation of traitorous male Cao Cao was even more coercive of the Son of Heaven to make the heroes, and the last trace of dignity of the Han Dynasty disappeared. So now, as long as you keep to yourself for two years, and wait until the Yellow Turban Uprising, the princes will rise together, and the world will have a lot to do.

Great sages and good teachers.

It's just that Ying Fei can't be sure that it is now a few years of Guanghe, and the Yellow Turban Rebellion rose in a hurry, but in the seventh year of Guanghe, the giant deer instantly filled the land of Bazhou at the origin, sitting on a million people.

For a while, the limelight was unbeatable. Dealing with the Yellow Turban Rebellion and the subsequent princely struggle for hegemony, and even the establishment of the Three Kingdoms, this requires adequate response, at least to ensure the safety of himself and his mother.

Thinking of the next troubled times, Ying Fei's body trembled with excitement. The Three Kingdoms is a dazzling era, flying general Lu Bu, Changshan Zhao Zilong, martial saint Guan Yu, Wolong Zhuge Liang, phoenix chick Pang Shiyuan, ghost talent Guo Jia, traitor Cao Cao, crying emperor Liu Bei, Jiangdong blue eyes.

They used their talents to use the world's Kyushu as a chessboard and a million-strong army as a chess piece, and staged an earth-shattering battle for hegemony. During this time, each of them crossed the sky like a meteor, leaving behind their own glory.

Huaxia men have been enthusiastic since ancient times, not to mention Yingfei, who is an old Qin person. The blood of the old Qin people's bones and their yearning for military exploits are stronger than anyone else's.

And in troubled times, everything depends on strength, even if a slave has a strong force, he will stand up and be a man. In the face of the king of a country, he can also hold his head high and stride forward.

The wind blew gently, blowing away the strength of Ying Fei's wine, and he reclined on the bluestone slab and looked at the blue sky and thought about the current road. At present, the only thing that Ying Fei can be sure of is that it is now the Guanghe period, and Zhang Jiao did not reverse, indicating that this was seven years ago in Guanghe.

The end of light and harmony means that the world is separated and disintegrated. The Central Plains and Kyushu invariably fell into the midst of war, and Wuheng, Xianbei, Xiongnu and other alien races were eyeing each other in Mobei. The Central Plains was full of wars, and the people died for life.

Years of conquest led to a sharp decline in the Han population, and the population of the Central Plains reached the lowest level in history. During the Western Jin Dynasty, there was a five-hundred-and-can-do move, which led to the southward migration of the Chinese clothes, and the Han people almost died.

If it weren't for Ran Min issuing an order to kill Hu, it is not certain whether there will be a Han nation in later generations. The splendor of the Three Kingdoms is a morbid brilliance, and it comes at the cost of the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people.

This is a heartbreaking and fascinating war song, a nine-story platform built by the white bones of countless people, like a red carpet woven by a pool of blood in the sea, crowning the heroes of the Three Kingdoms.

Ying Fei's thoughts were full of thoughts, and the initial confusion gradually became clear. Knowing that he was in the period of light and peace, he knew that troubled times would be inevitable. There is not much time left for him, three or four years?

And in troubled times, life is as cheap as a dog, Ying Fei doesn't want to die, and she doesn't want to live humbly. So if you want all this, there are only three ways to go in front of Ying Fei.

First, use the foresight and foresight as a military advisor to make meritorious contributions and maintain the triumph of the Three Kingdoms.

Second, pave a country, annex the world, and unify Liuhe.

Third, circle money, make friends with heroes, wait for the time, and finally stand on your own.

There are advantages and disadvantages to these three routes, the first and second, the advantage is that it is simple and direct, and it does not take too much. But what made Ying Fei hesitate was that both Sun Quan and Cao Cao had bad reputations, and Liu Bei was the self-proclaimed uncle of the Han Emperor, and there was no room for relaxation with himself, a descendant of Ying Qin.

Cao Cao is suspicious, and he has done all the murders in his dreams, let alone killing a Ying Fei for the sake of the world, which is not a problem at all. However, the last Sun Quan was too small, and he couldn't accommodate his brother's children while sitting on his father's business.

Such a person is not worthy of Yingfei's help. As an emperor and a hero, Ying Fei doesn't mind being brutal and doesn't mind killing people like hemp. There are poems in later generations that say that killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a male, and slaughtering nine million is the male of the male.

And there are also contemporary times, thieves and thieves, and thieves wait to speak. But Ying Fei was the most ungrateful person, when Sun Ce died early, and his son Sun Shao was born. At this time, there was Zhang Zhao inside and Zhou Yu outside, and it was enough for Dingli Jiangdong to stand on its own.

If there is no one to support it, what is Sun Quan!

As for Yuan Shao, Liu Biao, Yuan Shu and others, Ying Fei didn't think about it. Let's not mention that they are all the biggest losers, and they should steal the country as soon as possible.

Scene after scene flashed in Ying Fei's head, he knew that the period of the Yellow Turban Uprising was basically a critical moment for the heroes to divide up the ministers, strategists, and generals. Then use the Yellow Turban as the main force to refine the army.

When the eighteen princes discuss Dong Zhuo, it is to further divide the territory of the world and seek a foundation for the future rise. If Ying Fei wants to join this vigorous battle for hegemony, he must reserve generals, strategists, and have an elite team before the end of the Yellow Turban.

Only in this way can we obtain more generous rewards by virtue of foresight in the following historical process.

"Fei'er, you have just recovered from your illness, don't catch a cold, hurry up and enter the house." Just when Ying Fei was planning everything in her mind, Xun Ji's voice appeared in her ears.

Sitting up, Ying Fei looked at Xun Ji who was close in front of her and said, "Mother, this is that year, the reign of the Son of Heaven?"

Ying Fei thought about it, and felt that this question was still asking Xun Ji for safety. In his memory, Xun Ji never mentioned these things anyway. Now there is no need to disguise the inquiry.

"It's all for my mother's negligence, when today's Zi Hong, this year is the fifth year of light and harmony." After saying this, Xun Ji smiled and said: "Since Jianning was born in the fourth year, my son is also twelve years old, from a toddler to a half-sized guy."