Traveling through the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, a story of survival in troubled tim

Before Wenshu finished speaking, she didn't notice that her elder brother's face had already turned ashen.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and the eldest brother curled up his fists, which had turned slightly white, and his chest heaved violently.

When Wenshu turned around to look at her, the eldest brother quickly put his hand into his sleeve, but even so, he could not hide the fact that the inside of his palm had turned red.

"How dare you be so bold, you cunning slave!" the eldest brother shouted angrily.

"If it's really as I said, then how can I face my people? How can I continue to live in this world?"

The eldest brother's voice was low and slightly trembling, and his body was shaking slightly. It can be seen that he was very angry at the moment.

Humph - if this stick doesn't hit yourself, you won't feel the pain, and you won't be able to empathize with others.

Wen Shu breathed a sigh of relief and advised:

"Don't get angry with yourself, bro. I'm not assuming this."

Wen Yao had a stern face and said solemnly, "Even if that were the case, I would ask to leave the clan."

"Brother, you know how to get angry, but you should also think about the current situation."

When the present time was mentioned again, Wen Yao was indeed not as excited as before.

“Think about it, the King of Donghai controls the government, and he kills dissidents both inside and outside the court. But anyone who gets in his way or stands in his way will have a bad ending.

Look at the Wang family..."

The brother and sister chattered about the imperial court and various forces, analyzing the pros and cons.

When I came to my senses, two hours had passed.

"Pengpeng, what do you think I should do now? You said we can't go to the vicinity of Luoyang anymore.

But we can't just give up on Guanzhong.

Although my father has resigned from his official position, the family will never give up!"

I don’t know how much Wen Yao believed it, but he became much more cautious after all.

In particular, it talks about the suppression of the Wang family by the King of Donghai, as well as the analysis of the power of the Xiongnu Liu Yuan.

Pengpeng seemed to mention it unintentionally, but he knew that these news, not to mention him, even his father only heard about them after a long time had passed and the dust had settled.

Putting it all together, it's somewhat consistent with what Wenshu said.

"I know, big brother must have heard the news of the great victory over Liu Cong. What do you think?"

Wen Shu stared at Wen Yao, not giving him a chance to avoid her.

"The Jin army returned with a great victory. This victory at this time undoubtedly gave peace of mind to both the court and the people around Luoyang.

And those noble families who stayed in Luoyang..."

From his words, one can also feel that Wen Yao's hope for Luoyang City is not far away from the impending catastrophe that will bring destruction to Luoyang.

Hey……

I feel sorry for her. If she were a man, if she was a few years older, or if she came here a year or two earlier, she wouldn't be like this now.

Helpless and frustrated.

How could a simple-minded Wen Yao not know the thoughts of those wealthy and powerful families and the style of those literati?

I don’t know that those powerful families in Luoyang City had already moved south.

Those who remain are...

Forget it, let’s not talk about it, let’s not talk about it.

After all, their family was also left behind.

"Brother, you don't think Luoyang is still capable of withstanding the full force of Han King Liu Yuan and his men, do you?"

My elder brother is still too naive and too idealistic.

"Since Dajin was able to defeat them once, it can certainly defeat them a second and third time..."

"But why didn't the lion in the pond stop them outside the pass? Why was it able to break through the siege repeatedly and attack Luoyang..."

"We, the Great Jin, have 100,000 troops stationed near Luoyang. Why should we be afraid?"

Wen Yao knew it in his heart, but he was still unwilling to convince himself.

His father Wen Fu's confidence in the Jin Dynasty was no less than his. If it weren't for—

"But I still couldn't stop them. I know you want to go back. Your mind is not at peace here at all."

Hearing this, Wen Yao was not convinced. His sister only knew how to eat, drink and have fun before, but he didn't expect her to talk about serious matters in such a long and complicated way.

He could be rendered speechless.

But he was unwilling to admit it.

He stood up, snatched the fan from Wen Shu's hand, and shook it gently. "A man is free to travel all over the world, with the ambition to make achievements, and no place is not home..."

"Okay, okay, I know, big brother has good ambitions!"

Having gone off topic, Wenshu immediately returned to the main topic. She wanted to convince her elder brother to listen to her.

All the preparations above are for the instructions that follow.

"Brother, the following words come out of my mouth and enter your ears. You should listen to them, but you must not spread them around. Otherwise, it will attract the attention of those with ulterior motives and easily lead to disaster."

"Pengpeng, you say..."

Wen Yao clapped his hands, and the folding fan closed in his palms in an instant. He looked at Wen Shu solemnly and listened attentively.

He knew that after going through so much trouble, he had finally arrived at the most important place.

"Come with me..."

Wenshu led the way and walked into the study.

He followed her into the study and closed the door behind him.

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind her, Wen Shu said nothing and walked towards the small desk where she usually practiced calligraphy and read. The ink on it from the morning had not yet dried.

He picked up the brush on the inkstone and started writing on the broken paper beside him.

Wen Shu's hands were clumsy, and her pen-holding posture was not standard. Every stroke she made on the paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

At the beginning, Wen Yao didn't notice anything different.

As the third word was completed, his soul was shocked.

With an expression of disbelief and a slightly trembling hand, he pointed at the words that had been written.

"This……"

He seemed to be on the verge of losing his voice with fear.

The clerk who was concentrating on writing looked up, his eyes like a sharp sword, and said sternly, "Brother, don't say anything wrong..."

After saying that, he continued to write.

Wen Yao knew that he was panicking, and immediately withdrew his hand and covered his mouth.

It's not that he's not steady, it's just that this matter is too shocking.

If outsiders knew about this, they would probably say that his Pengpeng hasn't fully recovered yet and has gone crazy.

Holding a brush in hand, he completed the work in one go.

Looking at the crooked handwriting that looked like dog scratching, I felt very satisfied.

Although her handwriting is not as good as that of her elder brother or second sister, at least her handwriting is recognizable now.

--call--

The ink was a little transparent, so Wen Shu blew on it symbolically and handed it to Wen Yao.

Wen Yao took it with both hands and looked at the densely packed rows of words on it.

"Brother, take a good look and remember this."

He turned around and picked up the incense burner on the simple storage rack behind him. He didn't know if it was because of the damp environment here, but the ashes inside had given off a faint musty smell in just one or two days.

Pour all the incense ashes into the waste paper jar.

He returned to the table, took out a tinder from somewhere, picked up the wasted paper from practicing calligraphy and started to light it.

"Pengpeng, how do you know this...?"

"Is this really true?"

Wen Yao's hands couldn't stop shaking.

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to Pingyang to inquire. You'll find out what I said is true!"