Guo Jia walked up to Cao Yi, folded his hands, saluted solemnly, and said, "Sir's kindness is as heavy as Mount Tai."
Cao Yixu helped Guo Jia and said: "The wine sacrifice has just returned to the sun. It is different from ordinary people. I have a few words, and I must keep them in mind when I sacrifice the wine."
"Sir please speak"
Guo Jia is very polite.
Cao Yi said with a serious look: "Don't touch the fire within seven days. After seven days, avoid the fire if you can."
Guo Jia nodded.
"The rebirth of Huanyang is an act that defies heaven. Once the sacrifice wine dies, it will be extremely difficult to be reborn again."
Cao Yi added a few more words.
"Someone remembers"
Guo Jia responded.
At this time, Cao Cao came over and said with a frown: "I remember your husband said that you can only live twelve years if you are a filial piety?"
Cao Yi nodded: "Not bad"
"Twelve years"
When Guo Jia heard about his survival time, he felt a sense of loss in his heart, but it was quickly gone.
Living for twelve more years is already a blessing for a dead man like him.
Before, when he died, he felt very regretful because he did not see the unification of the world, the coming of peace, and the fact that he did not see his son grow up, marry a wife and have children.
Now, he has twelve years, enough time for him to complete these things.
"Filial piety"
Cao Cao thought that Guo Jia was disappointed, so he raised his hand and patted Guo Jia's shoulder lightly.
"Twelve years is enough time for me and my lord to unify the world together."
Guo Jiahao said angrily.
"It won't take twelve years"
Cao Cao shook his head gently.
Guo Jia immediately guessed Cao Cao's upcoming military measures: "My lord, are you planning to conquer Liu Biao and Sun Quan in the south?"
Cao Cao nodded and briefly explained what had happened in the past six months and the preparations for the southern expedition.
After hearing this, Guo Jia felt it was inappropriate, but did not express any objection.
Along the way, he and Cao Cao had taken countless risks to win. He believed that even if it was a little risky this time, as long as he was careful, his chances of winning would still be high.
"Father"
Guo Yi couldn't help but speak.
Only then did Guo Jia remember that he had neglected his son.
Walking up to his son, he patted his shoulder, which was as thin as his own, and said with some shame: "Since your mother passed away, you have been dissolute for your father, and you have suffered a lot."
The grievances Guo Yi had accumulated since childhood suddenly burst out, and he started to cry.
This made Guo Jia blame herself even more, and she never knew what time to say.
After a while, Guo Yi was still crying.
Unable to stand Guo Yi crying, Xu Chu teased, "Young man from the Guo family, can you still kowtow after a thousand heads?"
Guo Yi's crying stopped suddenly, and he forgot about this incident.
Guo Jia looked at Xu Chu in surprise.
"That's what happened..."
Xu Chu told him everything exactly, and he didn't even mention kicking Guo Yi.
After hearing this, Guo Jia cupped his hands towards Cao Yi and said, "My son is reckless, sir. Don't blame me."
Cao Yi repeated his previous answer to Cao Cao.
Guo Jia looked at his son: "Bo Yi"
Guo Yi immediately understood what his father meant and said with a bitter face: "That's really embarrassing."
If there were a hundred ringings, he would grit his teeth and take a bite, but this was a thousand, which would kill someone.
"This is an attempt to renege on the debt."
Xu Chu continued to tease Guo Yi.
With a pop, Guo Yi knelt in front of Cao Yi.
One, then another, started kowtowing, and after a while, his forehead turned red.
"twenty-three"
"twenty one"
…
"Eighty-nine"
"seventy"
"seventy one"
…
"For those who are over one hundred and thirty, forget it and count from one hundred and twenty."
Whether it was intentional or because he was not good at arithmetic, Xu Chu made frequent mistakes.
Guo Yi, whose forehead was bruised, was so angry that he wanted to get up and fight with him.
"never mind"
When Guo Yi actually kowtowed two hundred times, Cao Yi spoke.
“Thank you sir”
After Guo Yi finished speaking, he turned over and lay down. The originally smooth forehead was broken.
"It's getting late, Pindao will go back first."
Cao Yi and a few others bowed their hands and walked towards the Taoist temple.
Guo Jia helped his son up and followed Cao Cao and Xu Chu towards the temporary camp not far away.
"My lord, do you have something to ask me?"
Xu Chu suddenly spoke, looking a little hesitant.
Cao Cao rarely saw Xu Chu like this, and he looked confused: "What's the matter?"
Xu Chu seemed to have little confidence in what he was asking for. He hesitated for a few breaths before saying, "This time going south, can I lead the troops alone?"
"Leading troops alone?" Cao Cao frowned slightly and looked at Guo Jia aside: "Fengxiao, what do you think?"
Guo Jia directly expressed his attitude: "Zhongkang is not suitable to lead the army alone."
Cao Cao, who originally didn't want Xu Chu to lead the army alone, took advantage of the situation and said, "You heard it all."
"You heard it all"
Guo Yi learned a sentence.
Xu Chu: "..."
…
The next morning, in the early morning, the hazy distant mountains were covered with a layer of gauze, and their shadows were blurry, far and near in the misty clouds and smoke, almost as if they were far away, like a few strokes of light ink smeared on the blue sky.
Among the green plum trees.
On a large piece of plain cloth, there are several tables and tables, which are filled with lacquerware filled with green plums. Several people sit separately.
Beside it stood a vase with wine being boiled, and a soldier was in charge of it.
Not long after, the soldiers brought the cooked wine over.
Cao Cao picked up a wine bottle from the desk, stood up, walked a few steps, faced the south, and recited a poem: "Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time. A snake rides on the mist, but it will eventually become ashes. The old man is lying in bed, Aiming for a thousand miles, a martyr is still ambitious in his old age..."
This poem impressed Cao Yi deeply. It was "The Turtle Lives Longevity" in "Stepping out of Xiamen". It was one of the four poems written by Cao Cao when he returned from the northern expedition to Wuhuan in triumph.
On the side, Guo Jia, who had passed away at the time, didn't know it and thought it was Cao Cao who had just done it. He praised: "Well said, age is not always the key to ambition. The prime minister has written another good poem."
Cao Cao drank the wine in the bottle and said: "Although I am old, my ambition is still there. This time I go south, I will definitely wipe out Liu Biao and Sun Quan in the south in one fell swoop."
A flash of worry flashed in Guo Jia's eyes, but he didn't say anything.
Cao Yi spoke, but what he asked was another matter: "What will the Prime Minister do after he wipes out the world?"
"After wiping out the world?"
Cao Cao frowned slightly.
I don’t know if I haven’t thought about it or if I thought of a problem I didn’t want to face.
At this moment, a dense and slight sound of footsteps approached here, and the number of people was difficult to estimate for a moment.
Suddenly, there were sounds of strings being pulled, followed by the sound of dense arrows piercing the air.
There were screams one after another, followed by shouts of death and fierce fighting.
Obviously, there are hostile forces who want to kill Cao Cao in this mountain forest. Moreover, they have already fought with the soldiers on the periphery.
"alert"
Xu Chu drew his sword and roared.
Soldiers scattered in the surrounding woods quickly surrounded him.
In a moment, this area was surrounded like an iron barrel.
"There are so many people coming, General Xu had better go and reinforce them."
Cao Yi said.
"My duty is to protect the Prime Minister"
Xu Chu refused.
"Listen to sir"
Cao Cao could hardly say that he had complete trust in Cao Yi at this moment.
