Cao Mengde bowed his hand.
"My eldest son, I think it's better to be careful." Yuan Tan, the eldest son of Jizhou, felt a little disappointed when he saw that Cao Mengde was not stunned by him and frowned.
"Meng Degong, do you think our army should stop?" Cao Mengde nodded,
"That's right, although the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army are not strong enough, they still have to be on guard. If something happens, it's too late to regret it." After hearing this, Yuan Tan, the eldest son of Jizhou, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed,
"Meng Degong, do you think those remnants of the Yellow Turban Army can make me regretful?" A smile appeared on Guo Tu's lips.
"My eldest son, I think it's those remnants of the Yellow Turban Army who are so remorseful." Yuan Tan, the eldest son of Jizhou, was stunned, turned to look at Guo Tu, and asked doubtfully,
"Mr. Gongze, what do you mean by this?" Guo Tu laughed loudly.
"Those remnants of the Yellow Turban Army begged the eldest son and wanted to join him, but the eldest son disagreed. Of course they regret not coming earlier?"
"Haha!" Yuan Tan, the eldest son of Jizhou, was most willing to listen to what Guo Tu said. What he said was always funny and made him laugh endlessly every time.
"Mr. Gongze, what you said is so interesting, haha." Cao Mengde felt extremely annoyed when he heard the two laughing. He wanted to go forward and bump their heads together to see if they could still laugh. .
However, he knew better that if he did this, he might not even be able to leave the camp, and he would be stabbed to pieces by the soldiers who rushed in.
"My eldest son, I am telling you this news because I want you to be on guard." Xin Ping, who had been silent until now, suddenly said,
"My eldest son, Meng Degong also has good intentions. Why don't we listen to him this time and let's stop and rest?" Yuan Tan, the eldest son of Jizhou, turned to look at Xin Ping and asked slowly,
"Mr. Zhongzhi, do you think that my young master's troops and horses can't defeat the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army who have no weapons?" Xin Ping shook his head, cupped his hands and said,
"These remnants of the Yellow Turban Army are like a mob, how can they be the opponent of the eldest young master." At this point, Xin Ping paused and said with a smile,
"In the future, the eldest son will live permanently in the southeast of Yanzhou, and it is inappropriate for the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army to cause trouble here. Why don't we stop temporarily and wait for the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army. If they dare to come, we can wipe them out in one fell swoop. By then the southeast of Yanzhou will be peaceful, and the eldest son will have peace of mind." Hearing this, the eldest son of Jizhou Yuan Tan's eyes lit up, then he smiled and nodded.
"Mr. Zhongzhi is right. How could I have forgotten that Duke Meng De has given the three southeastern cities to me." At this point, the eldest son of Jizhou Yuan Tan turned to look at Cao Mengde and found that his eyes were full of anger, and his heart suddenly Extremely refreshing.
"Since I am the master of the southeast of Yanzhou from now on, of course I have to govern the place. Those remnants of the Yellow Turban Army came to make trouble, and I was the first to refuse." When Cao Mengde heard the words of Yuan Tan, the eldest son of Jizhou, he felt like he was being punished every word. His heart was beating wildly and he was heartbroken.
But there was nothing he could do. After all, the three southeastern cities were all sent by him on his own initiative, not by Yuan Tan, the eldest son of Jizhou.
I can only bear this loss, and I have to bear it with a smile. Although Cao Mengde gritted his teeth angrily, he knew not to get angry at this time, so he could only say with his hands in hand.
"Mr. Zhongzhi is right!"
