Back house, garden.

    "Madam, the young general is resting in the back house. Do you want to have a look?"

    It was Ding Qinyu''s favorite housemaid who came to deliver the news. Just now she happened to be near the study, so Ding Yuan ordered her to lead Lu Li.

    Hearing the speech, Ding Qinyu ignored others. He directly grabbed the housemaid who reported the news and asked, "what''s your appearance and character?"

    "Have you ever been married?"

    This appearance makes people think of a woman who hates to marry.

    The housemaid remembered Lu Li''s bearing and laughed for a moment. She felt that it was rare to see such a man who behaved like a scholar and had a stable temperament like a military general.

    Especially after entering the house, according to the rules, the maid should take off her clothes, but the other party subconsciously stood in the corner, showing a sense of prudence. She must be a good family.

    At this time, Ding Qinyu was impatient and his tone was slightly cold: "why don''t you speak? Was it that you were cheating me just now?"

    You know, Ding Yuan also came from a reckless background. He slowly climbed to the position of don''t drive in Bingzhou step by step from a grass-roots official. He didn''t care much about etiquette and law. In addition, his wife died early and no one helped him discipline his only daughter.

    In this back house, Ding Qinyu''s words carry a lot of weight. Sometimes they are more intimidating than Lord Ding Yuan. Therefore, even if she often plays with housemaids, no one dares to joke with her as long as she cools her face.

    Seeing this, the maid who had seen Lu Li hurriedly pressed her mind and said, "no, No."

    "The general''s appearance and demeanor are extraordinary. I don''t know how many women in Bingzhou will feel disappointed..."

    Probably living in the boudoir for a long time, these housemaids, like their own masters, want to find a suitable man to marry.

    Seeing that people around him said so, Ding Qinyu no longer hesitated. He grabbed the cuff of the housemaid and said, "take me to have a look."

    If she can, she hopes to settle the matter quickly so that her father won''t lose his head. In order to win over her adopted son and sell her daughter, she will marry Lv Bu as a child.

    For a moment, a housemaid seemed to notice something. She hurried forward and grabbed Ding Qinyu, who was impatient all over her face, and whispered, "Madam... Are you going to pass like this? She has no makeup. I''m afraid she''s going to make the husband feel neglected."

    "That''s right."

    "Come back with me, tuan''er. Go there and watch."

    At this moment, Lu Li didn''t know he was being watched. He was hanging his knife, kneeling beside his desk, staring at a pile of old documents in a daze, waiting for the next person''s notice.

    [in more than ten years, hundreds of thousands of disciples of Taiping Road connected the prefectures and countries, and people from the eight prefectures of Qing, Xu, you, Ji, Jing, Yang, Yan and Yu all responded]

    [Zhang Jiao, a giant deer, calls himself a Heavenly Master and has hundreds of thousands of disciples. When he started to fight, he wore yellow scarves to identify them. Therefore, he was called a yellow scarves thief]

    [States and counties send troops to recruit, young people, rich families, those who participate in the expulsion of officials hide things and get rid of them; those who have no money to participate in the expulsion, although they are old and weak, push their backs and come]

    This should be Ding Yuan''s former residence, with some old official documents from the yellow scarf uprising.

    After looking at it at will, Lu Li became interested, because most of the princes who were qualified to compete in the Central Plains in the future got their starting capital in this chaotic war.

    In addition, after entering the replica world, due to identity restrictions, Lu Li can''t get any useful information. Now, he gets the official status as he wishes, and barely gets the ticket to compete with Luoyang a year later.

    Therefore, this pile of official documents is not a small opportunity. We can compare them to see what is different from the romance of the Three Kingdoms and the annals of the Three Kingdoms, and which party is more biased.

    In other words.

    It can be deduced from this that how the headmaster arranges the direction of the script.

    The probability is based on the romance.

    With this in mind, Lu Li opened his next official document and quickly browsed it.

    [you and Ying are trapped by thieves and go to protect Wan City. You are strong. You enter the city first. The ants are attached to them, so you break them. You smell it like this and worship the Sima of other departments.]

    Is this Sun Jian?

    It should be. Lu Li could not help frowning:

    It seems that the world is based on official history, while introducing the soul of war and magic.

    Fortunately, I had a heart and deliberately stayed up late to read the annals of the Three Kingdoms.

    However, the following content made Lu Li swear at his mother in his heart. These are the summary of the court on the chaos of the first yellow scarf. Specifically, they mainly talked about how to reward meritorious officials.

    According to the official history, uncle Liu should be mentioned. He worshipped An Xi Wei for his merit, and his official position is the same as that in the romance. However, the two are not a timeline at all, and they are several years away.

    [Cao Cao worships the Prime Minister of Jinan, Fu Xie worships anding, and is the capital of the country... Lu Zhi and Dong Zhuo are exempted]

    Lu Li turned it over several times and finally confirmed that uncle Liu was not among them!

    With a long sigh, he can only say that he is worthy of being the headmaster. I''m afraid this is a mixture of official history and romance. It''s false and real, so that people can know some inside stories without being omniscient.

    Just when Lu Li was bored, a low voice came from outside the door: "general, someone is looking outside."

    The informer was the maidservant who had previously led the way.

    Because of this, Lu Li was not suspicious. He closed the official document in his hand and restored it as before. He said, "here it is."

    Then he got up and walked outside.

    Brother Zhang Liao, Lord Ding Yuan.

    It can''t be the God of war Lubu who has never met, can it?

    When thinking, Lu Li had walked into the courtyard. He saw nothing except a dozen maidservants and a gorgeous classical beauty.

    What''s the meaning of this?

    You don''t need so many people to go to the banquet.

    At a glance, Ding Qinyu couldn''t move her eyes. She wanted to go to the study to find a Weng and give her life-long events.

    After all, however, reason prevailed.

    Ding Qinyu gave Lu Li a standard salute with long sleeves: "I''ve seen the general."

    Lu Li looked sideways, pressed down all kinds of doubts, tried his best to make his smile more sincere, arched his hand and replied, "I''ve seen my lady."

    Her face was obviously powdered, her eyebrows were drawn as slender as willow leaves, her lips were smeared with gorgeous mouth grease, like fireworks, and her head was combed with the most popular hanging cloud bun. Even without the complicated matching of hairpins, it was still difficult to hide her style.

    In fact, this gorgeous collocation is difficult to control. If it is not for its outstanding beauty, it is easy to give people a feeling of kitsch. However, the woman in front of her undoubtedly controls it. She not only has bright facial features, but also has a hint of playfulness between the tips of her eyebrows. She must be young.

    Ding Gong''s daughter?

    In addition, Lu Li really can''t think of anyone who can put together this outfit in such a bitter and cold place as Bingzhou.

    More than that, the female population also specially contained fragrant pills, but after saying a word, all kinds of fragrance came immediately.

    Too particular.