() Jizhou, Prefecture Mufu.

In the study room.

Han Fu was wearing a formal uniform as a state shepherd, leaning on a chair, holding a writing brush in one hand and an official document in the other hand, and was writing rapidly. From time to time, he would hum a few cheerful lyrics in his mouth, and his face would show up from time to time.

He giggled twice. It was completely in contrast to the decadent look he had ten days ago.

Since the news of Yun Ye's sudden withdrawal of troops came back, Han Fu seemed to feel that the sky had become much clearer. He took a deep breath and felt how wonderful life was. He felt motivated to do things!

Although Hejian, Baima, Zhongshan and other places are still in Yun Ye's hands! But after all, Yun Ye didn't leave soldiers and horses to guard them, right? Just wait until you have time to get them back!

Therefore, Han Fu's mood was extremely good at the moment. Even Gongsun Zan and Yuan Shao, two hungry wolves who were still clinging to their own territory, subconsciously let them go!

Tuk Tuk! Tuk Tuk....

Just as he finished processing a book of official documents, he put it on the other side. Suddenly, a guard appeared at the door and knocked on the door, pulling Han Fu out of his good mood.

He raised his head and looked at the guard with some displeasure, frowned and said, "What's going on?"

The guard didn't notice Han Fu's displeasure. He looked solemn and clasped his fists in a neither humble nor overbearing manner: "My lord, there is a man outside the house who claims to have news about General Zhang Jaw. Please see me!"

"News from Junyi?"

Han Fu's heart moved slightly. He also knew that although Zhang Zha surrendered, he did not agree to serve as Marquis of Wuzhao. Now he was escorted back to Dai County by the army.

With a group of white-eyed wolves under his command such as Qu Yi, Gao Lan, and Zhao Fu, Han Fu was even more interested in Zhang Jaw. He had wanted to send troops to rescue Zhang Jaw countless times, but he thought

Daijun's tight defense still suppressed his thoughts!

But he didn't expect that Zhang Jia would send someone to send news today. Immediately, Han Fu no longer hesitated, stood up directly, and walked towards the hall, while giving instructions:

"Let the visitor come to the hall to meet you!"

...

Han Fu walked into the hall alone, sat at the front seat, picked up the tea that was being heated at the side, took a sip, closed his eyes slightly, fell asleep and waited.

After a while, Zhang San, who was tired of work, trotted in with a happy face. When he saw Han Fu sitting in the first place, he knelt down and knelt down and said: "Little man Zhang San, pay my respects to you!"

Hearing this, Han Fu opened his eyes and looked at Zhang San. He saw that Zhang San's body was dusty and his tight-fitting martial arts training robe had tears and scratches. He nodded secretly and asked harmoniously:

"Zhang Jia asked you to bring out the news?"

"Sir, Zhang Jaw desperately threw the news out of his sealed yard, and it happened to fall into the hands of the villain. The villain thought that Zhang Jaw's efforts could not be in vain, so he risked his life and finally got this message.

The news is brought out!"

Zhang San had a flattering smile on his face and wiped the stains on his face.

"Oh? Get the message quickly!"

When Han Fu heard this, his heart tensed, and finally a look of interest appeared on his face. Thinking about it, the message that he opened his jaw to send out with all his strength must be extremely important?

Hearing this, Zhang San quickly put his hand into his arms, groped around a bit, and found out a piece of letter paper that looked a little wrinkled. His whole body was trembling with excitement, and he walked towards Han Fu and placed the letter paper in Han Fu's hand.

Han Fu took the letter, opened it and read it directly.

"Blood book?"

The expression of joy that was originally there became sinking when he saw the first word. The further he looked down, the more sinking he became.

By the time he finished reading the last word, Han Fu's expression was filled with murderous intent. He glared at Zhang San angrily, suppressing the anger in his heart, and asked: "Does the Honshu Shepherd look like a fool?"

Zhang San, who was still thinking about being granted a title of marquis, a general, a wife, a wife, countless servants under his command, and countless people flattering him with just a wave of his hand, was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously blurted out:

"Fool, what kind of fool? You are the fucking fool!"

As soon as the words came out, Zhang San was stunned!

Even Han Fu was stunned, and his eyes were as deep as water. He had no idea that this little scout in front of him would dare to scold him! Could it be that he really thought that he was not a scout under his command, and that he was a state pastor?

Can't even a little scout deal with it?

"Come here! Give this guy a stick and beat him out!"

Han Fu could no longer contain his anger. His mood that finally felt better was completely ruined by this guy in front of him!

News came from Yuzhou not long ago that Wu Zhaohou has arrived at Yingchuan, and it seems that he is going south! This guy actually got the news that Wu Zhaohou is still hiding in Jizhou and is ready to attack Xindu at any time!

Do you really think that he, Han Fu, is a fool? Marquis Wu Zhao's army was so sharp back then, and all he needed to do was to go all out. Even if the three parties formed an alliance and jointly blocked it, there was hardly a 50% chance of winning! Why did he need to go out of his way and set up an ambush?

...

Zhang San was beaten out with a random stick! His body was covered in dust and bruises, and when his face twitched, he felt a sharp pain!

He got up from the door of the State Shepherd's Mansion, covered his face, stretched out his hands to cover the exposed parts of his body in shame, grinned in pain, but still cursed and walked to the inn.

Not far away, at a street corner, a young man wearing a Confucian shirt looked at Zhang San's leaving figure. His face was full of confusion at first, and then he smiled comfortably: "It seems that when he entered the Prefectural Shepherd's Mansion, he was treated as a

The liar has come out! It seems that now, you don’t need to do anything yourself to attract Han Fu’s attention!"

"However, we have to monitor him for a while to avoid it being a trick!" After muttering, the young man turned away and took a detour towards the inn where he and Zhang San were.

...

In the Prefectural Shepherd's Mansion, Han Fu was still upset. He smashed several porcelains angrily, then leaned on the chair out of breath, picked up the teacup, and poured a sip of tea into his mouth.

At this moment, Geng Wu walked in with small steps. Looking at the debris on the ground, there was a trace of doubt in his original solemn expression, and he asked: "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, it's just a liar who just came!" Han Fu waved his hand and didn't want to say more, so he asked directly: "Wen Wei, why are you here?"

"That's right!" Geng Wu suddenly slapped his forehead, his expression became solemn again, and his voice deepened: "My lord, I just received the news that Wu Zhaohou sent an envoy to visit Gongsun Zan and Yuan Shao. The two envoys,
Chapter completed!