Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

The man was tall, estimated to be over 1.8 meters tall, with a thin build, about twenty years old. There was a scar running diagonally across his bronze face, but it did not diminish his handsomeness.

The man was also looking at Zhang Mo. The little girl was very pretty, and her pair of dark pupils were looking at him with clear smile.

Is this the boy who accompanied the envoy to the prison that day? Turns out to be a young lady!

Looking at Zhang Mo, Guan Hai couldn't help but think of what happened a few days ago.

It was the night before his execution. Like all other death row inmates, the jailer served him a sumptuous dinner: a bowl of bright yellow chestnut rice, two dishes, one meat and one vegetable, and a pot of wine.

He was afraid of hunger when he was a child and didn't want to be reborn as a starving ghost, so he cleared out all his things, began to feel sleepy, and fell asleep in a daze after a while.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a clean couch, with the wounds on his body wrapped in white cloth and still slightly painful.

He looked out the window. A few rays of sunlight shone obliquely into the house from the west through the window lattice. It seemed that it was already past noon. He should have been torn to pieces by now.

He tried to recall, but he couldn't recall the execution. Could it be that after death, people forget how they died? And still feel pain? He was about to get up when footsteps sounded outside the door and a middle-aged man pushed it open.

The man was holding a bowl in his hand, and a strong smell of medicine filled his nose.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He was shocked to realize that he seemed not to be dead yet.

The man said, "I am the steward of the palace."

"The palace? Envoy Wang?" He widened his eyes. "Shouldn't I..."

"Should you be torn to pieces?" Steward Wang said as he placed the medicine on the table and said with a smile, "The envoy is replacing the condemned prisoner with me to save your life. You won't die."

"Why?" He was very surprised. He led the people to fight stubbornly and killed many officers and soldiers. Why did Envoy Wang take the risk to rescue them?

Steward Wang said, "I have asked this question before. My young lady admires you and has pleaded for you in every possible way. You, the Lord, cannot bear to see such a good man die in vain, so you are spared."

How did this involve the young lady from the Wang family? Guan Hai was confused, and then he thought of his brothers and asked hurriedly, "Then, have my brothers also been spared from punishment?"

"Don't worry, since the envoy has let you go, he will naturally not make things difficult for them. However, the death penalty may be spared, but the punishment of living punishment cannot be avoided. The three-year exile is inevitable."

Thinking of this, Guan Hai threw down the branch in his hand and bowed, "I am Guan Hai, and I have something to ask the young lady. Could you please help me?"

Zhang Mo came back to her senses from her fantasy of learning martial arts and stared at him in disbelief, "Guan Hai? You're not dead?"

Guan Hai was puzzled, "Wasn't it because the young lady pleaded for me that the lord spared my life?"

"I did plead for you, but my adoptive father didn't agree at that time."

Zhang Mo suddenly understood that Guan Hai had been executed a few days ago, but now he was standing here alive. It was obvious that his adoptive father had used a trick to save him.

It turned out that her adoptive father was not as cold-hearted as she had imagined.

"You saved your life, but instead of running away, you dared to break into the governor's residence. Do you think your life is too long, or do you think our lives are too long?"

Zhang Mo reacted and was so scared that she almost jumped up. If someone recognized him, her adoptive father would definitely be accused of colluding with bandits.

Guan Hai: ...

"I don't think anyone's life is too long..."

Zhang Mo looked hopeless, "Brother, you are the leader of the Yellow Turbans..."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Master Qu! He's not a small fry."

"I am not his commander." He looked at the broadsword in Xu Chu's hand and asked, "Could you please borrow my sword?"

"What are you doing?" Xu Chu subconsciously held the hilt of the knife tightly. This guy was quite skilled in martial arts. If he had a weapon in his hand, he might not be able to defeat him.

"The envoy and the young lady are my saviors. Don't worry, I will not hurt her even if it means hurting myself."

"Give it to him!" Zhang Mo said. This man was willing to be torn into pieces in exchange for his subordinate's life. His character was trustworthy.

Guan Hai took the broadsword and slashed his face twice. Amidst Zhang Mo's exclamations, he handed the broadsword back, his face covered in blood, and said calmly, "This way, no one will recognize me. Don't worry, my lady."

"Brother, my dear brother, what are you doing..."

Zhang Mo was almost crying. She hurried over to cover his wound, but she was too short to reach him. She could only look up and worry.

Guan Hai lowered his head, looking at her anxious expression, pursed his lips and smiled faintly, "I have nothing of value, and my only martial arts skills are barely enough to use. I am willing to stay and protect the envoy's wife to repay the favor of saving my life."

"Even if you want to stay, there's no need to hurt yourself like this... Cover it up quickly, how much blood will flow..."

He took the handkerchief and a faint floral fragrance brushed his nose. The silk handkerchief was washed clean and white. Guan Hai couldn't bear to dirty it, so he handed it back. He saw a stove in the corridor where tea was boiling. He walked over, picked up the tongs and took out a piece of red charcoal from it.

"Stop it—"

Realizing what he was trying to do, Zhang Mo rushed over and tried to stop him, but she was still a step too late. After a few sizzling sounds, the smell of barbecue mixed with blood wafted into the air.

"You, you, you..." She was so shocked that she couldn't speak. Xu Chu and others also looked at Guan Hai as if he were a monster.

Guan Hai acted as if nothing had happened, "This is the best way to stop the bleeding!"

After a while, Zhang Mo regained her consciousness, "You... definitely have a tendency to self-abuse."

The pain nerves are still underdeveloped...

"My lady agrees that I can stay?"

"I……"

Zhang Mo hesitated. "I don't dare to make the decision on my own. I need to ask my adoptive father. Go bandage the wound first."

This person would rather be disfigured than not leave behind a token of gratitude. The thoughts of the ancients are really something that a modern person like her cannot understand.

Guan Hai said, "No need. I will go with you to see the envoy first."

This man had a very stubborn temper. Zhang Mo sighed helplessly and took him to see Wang Yun.

Wang Yun was not surprised at the appearance of Guan Hai. If it were not for the fact that this man valued friendship and loyalty, he would not have spared his life. Such a person was capable and loyal, and it would be best for him to stay in the palace as a family guard.

Seeing that Guan Hai's face was completely destroyed, Wang Yun was even more satisfied. The real Guan Hai had been torn into pieces by five horses, and now this one was just a family guard in the palace.

With Wang Yun's consent, Zhang Mo was secretly happy that her dream of learning martial arts could finally come true.

Living in troubled times, without some martial arts skills, she always felt that her life was not guaranteed. She did not ask to become very powerful, but at least she should have some ability to resist one or two thugs, instead of being beaten without any strength when they asked her to.

On the way back to the inner courtyard, thinking that Guan Hai was now a dead man, he had to change his name, so he took the two words "An Ren" from Confucius' "The Analects" "The benevolent are at peace with benevolence, and the wise are beneficial to benevolence" as his courtesy name.

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At the Ru'nan Prefecture Governor's Mansion, Zhao Qian's face was gloomy as he paced anxiously in the hall. "Is the news true? Does Wang Yun really want to return to the capital?"

"Yes, he just received the imperial edict. He originally came here to suppress the Yellow Turban bandits. Now that Runan is at peace, it's time for him to return to the capital to report." said the aide.

"What should I do? I was previously ineffective in suppressing the bandits and failing to discipline my subordinates. Many officials in Runan abandoned the city and fled. If he reports this to the court, I will be held responsible for dereliction of duty. Envoy Wang has always had a prejudice against me. If I exaggerate my guilt in front of Your Majesty, I'm afraid my position as prefect will be in jeopardy!"

Zhao Qian's face was pale, as if he had already seen the scene of being stripped of his official position.

The staff member bowed and said, "Don't worry, my lord. I have an idea. I can make him so busy that he won't have time to find fault with you."

Zhao Qian's eyes lit up, "Quick, tell me."

The staff member narrowed his eyes and smirked, "The jailer said earlier that Guan Hai handed over several letters from Zhang Rang communicating with the bandits. If my guess is correct, the first thing Wang Yun did after returning to the capital was to expose Zhang Rang."

"As far as I know, Zhang Rang is deeply favored by His Majesty. If the Lord had informed Wang Yun of this news in advance, I'm sure Wang Yun wouldn't have been able to bring him down with just letters. We're doing Zhang Rang a favor, and with him speaking well of you to His Majesty, what's there to fear? Furthermore, Zhang Rang is vindictive and will certainly not let Wang Yun off lightly from now on. By then, he'll be too busy to take care of himself to bother filing a complaint against you."

Zhao Qian hesitated. "Will this work? Isn't it too inhumane?"

"Why not? Even if the Lord doesn't send the message to Zhang Rang, he'll still offend Zhang Rang when he returns to the capital to report him. It's fine if we can bring him down, but if we can't, will Zhang Rang let him go?"

The aide paused and continued, "Furthermore, in my opinion, Wang Yun will certainly not get any good results this time. Zhang Rang and the other ten eunuchs have a complex and complex network of influence within the court, and their roots are deep. How can a few letters overthrow them?"

Zhao Qian hesitated for a moment before finally making up his mind. "I'll write a letter right now. Send someone to deliver it to Zhang Rang as fast as possible before Wang Yun arrives in the capital."