[The Three Kingdoms] Golden Sun Exhibition chapter 109

109 – Fake Emperor (4)

If you kill Yuan Shu, Sun Ce will live.

If you kill Sun Ce, Yuan Shu will live.

Both are potential threats to me.

Yuan Shu is ambitious to control Jingzhou and Xuzhou with Jiangdong behind him, and Sun Ce has something to do with his father’s death.

A situation where one of the two has to raise his or her hand and receive a threat instead of a threat.

In this situation, there was only one choice I could make.

“Kill Yuan Shu.”

No matter how much I think about it, I think my life will be more peaceful if I kill Yuan Shu rather than deal with Sun Ce.

What kind of power do I have to kill Yuan Shu?

‘We should at least contribute to the suppression of traitors.’

Because Yuan Shu referred to the emperor as true, I feel at ease in my movements.

No matter how much the Han imperial palace has tilted, the main beam has not yet completely broken, and Yuan Shu is moving toward his own death.

Even if I don’t move, Wonsul will die.

However, if killing the traitor and fake emperor Yuan Shu would help Jingzhou, then as a citizen of a country, I will actively help eliminate traitors.

“The price of honey has become the price of gold.”

I returned to the school carrying a jar of honey that I bought at the market.

It’s not that we have to die without honey in our lives, but honey is a food that I personally like and that is also good to share as a snack with children at school.

It’s good to eat jujubes that are pickled in honey in moderation, and even when making confectionery in earnest, it’s easy to make as long as you have honey.

Moreover, when it’s time to use your hair, if you drink honey water, your headache-suffering head will clear up with the sweetness of honey, and it’s also good for hangovers.

The price of honey skyrocketed as the Chinese countries bought it like crazy.

To buy this jar of honey, you have to spend one month’s tuition for one student.

The deficit is not bad.

“It really makes me cry.”

“But it’s true.”

“That’s right.”

I boarded the carriage with Zhuge Liang to return from the city to the academy.

At that moment, there was a woman riding in the carriage, her hair covered in long clothes.

‘He looks similar to Zhuge Liang. No, a little younger than Sima Yi?’

The woman looked at us and then lowered her head again.

If you go this way, you’ll end up at Sugyeong Academy or beyond, so I guess you’ll end up going to the mountain beyond the school.

This is because a new child entering the school would not behave like this.

Is it because we are in difficult times?

A child’s life is truly amazing.

“Master. Can we talk about your letter for a moment?”

“huh?”

Zhuge Liang pricked up his ears and asked me.

Even though there were people next to her, she seemed very interested in where each of our letters went.

“This time, a festival was held at Won’s in the eastern village.”

“Ah, you mean a festival that won’t be welcomed by anyone?”

“Yes. What will happen to the letter I sent to the villagers?”

“Hmm… It would be nice if everything was conveyed, but I guess a few things won’t be included.”

We sent letters to so many feudal lords.

In whose name?

‘In times like this, we should use the name of Sugyeong Academy.’

Sima Hui readily accepted my request.

She even helped us with our plan to mobilize various military leaders to subdue the traitor Wonsul, even lending her handwriting and name.

The reason, of course, is for the sake of one country.

“There are people like us who write letters, but the gasols in other families will come forward and say no. Not only us but others will also send letters. Then there is a high possibility that our letters will be buried as well.”

“That’s sad.”

“But isn’t our family a famous family? If you send a letter, they will at least check what you wrote.”

There are so many places we sent letters.

“I also sent letters to Won’s relatives, Cho, Yeo, Yu, and Son who lives down there.”

Yuan Shao, Cao Cao, Lu Bu, Liu Biao, and Sun Ce.

It probably won’t reach Yuan Shao.

There was a high possibility that our correspondence would end up as just one of many letters and become trash.

It probably doesn’t mean much to Lu Bu either.

There was no way they knew about the existence of Sugyeong Academy in the first place.

What I’m focusing on are Jojo and Yupyo.

“Will Mr. Yu actually move?”

“Of course. No matter how much you hate moving, would you leave alone someone who steals the village’s grain and throws a party on his own? Even though the distance is far, the Wonga bastard might come to the rice field one day and steal the grain.”

Yu Pyo will also play a part in the subjugation of Wonsul.

Only then can the secret alliance with the general continue.

The connection between Yupyo and Jojo.

Since Cao Cao will virtually unconditionally set out to subdue Yuan Shu, Yu Pyo must also play a part in this so that he can at least joke about it later.

“What if Mr. Yu doesn’t come forward?”

“Then you’ll be tied up with the Wonga guy who held the party and get scolded.”

The same goes for traitors, but trying not to punish traitors is also a big problem.

“Shouldn’t there be at least a spoon on the table when people eat together?”

“Spoon… Well, if you want to get some food, you have to do that.”

“Yes. And I don’t think we need to move. Didn’t I know Mr. Yu’s wife well? Although I created a situation that offended Mr. Yu last time, this time is different.”

Yes, this time is different.

“Mr. Yu will think this is an opportunity, so he will definitely make a move. The problem is Mr. Son at the bottom.”

“They are people who branched out from under Mr. Won.”

“Originally, we lived separately, but after losing our father, we entrusted ourselves to Mr. Won’s manor.”

Son Ce.

“If you don’t take this opportunity to take your house documents and land documents and become independent, you will probably end up as a thief along with the Wong family and die. … Now that I think about it, Ryan, you decided to send a letter to Mr. Son, right?”

“Yes. Do you remember my brother?”

“root?”

Zhuge Geun.

He is Zhuge Liang’s older brother, and it is said that when he fled from Xuzhou, he went down to Gangdong, not Jingzhou.

“They say I became Gasol of the Son family. So I sent a letter to my brother.”

“Huh.”

Is there another relationship like this?

It may be new, but you don’t even know that it’s really about people’s lives.

“I asked my brother for a favor, so I’m sure he will make a decision.”

* * *

“Public opinion is not good, Duke of Zhou. Many nobles are afraid of Yuan Shu’s retaliation.”

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Sun Ce was immersed in agony as he looked at the appeals piled up in front of him.

Although he is said to be the King of Sopae, he has not really become king, and various noble families in the area he occupied have expressed their opinions by sending appeals to each other.

“Have you read it?”

“Most of them are condemning Yuan Shu’s ascension to the throne. However, at the same time, there is no saying that we must attack Yuan Shu or go under Yuan Shu. Except for some extremely noble families.”

“They all don’t want to give up their soldiers. They hate Wonsul, but they are also worried that their soldiers will get hurt if they decide to subdue Wonsul.”

Sun Ce violently kicked the piled bamboo poles with his foot.

“Damn it! They all seem like unhelpful bastards. How can people who are considered powerful people in Dong-o be like this? How can they really rule Gangdong together with them? They don’t even step up when they should!”

“That means they are afraid of Yuan Shu. At the same time, they are afraid of Duke Zhou. First of all, externally, isn’t the general the head of Yuan Shu?”

“It’s a good thing, but some people think it’s under Wonsul. Huh.”

Sun Ce vented his frustration and hit his chest with his fist.

“Isn’t there some definite solution?”

“Joo Gong.”

Another voice was heard outside.

Sun Ce sat down in his seat while hurriedly trying to organize his bamboo holder.

“Come in, freedom!”

“Zhugalyu is entering.”

A young man who seemed a little older than Sun Ce came inside and bowed.

He just nodded calmly as he looked at the bamboo sticks piled up below.

“Is it all just nonsense?”

“Yes. They said they are very worried because if we lose Wonsul and Cheok, we will be attacked first. The people of Yeogang are very polarizing. And already, a relative of Wonsul is serving as governor….”

“Let’s play Wonsul.”

At Zhuge Geun’s words, Sun Ce’s gaze returned to the young man next to him, Zhou Yu.

“Gong Geun. What do you think about the words of freedom?”

“Master Zhuge isn’t the type of person to talk nonsense, is he? He probably didn’t just come here to talk. There’s bound to be a plan, right?”

“Yes. I think it would be right to make the ‘Anti-Wonjutsu Alliance’ that Duke Zhou mentioned last time a real one.”

“Tell me in detail.”

Sun Ce moved all the bamboo sticks piled up on the desk to the floor and unfolded the map.

Zhuge Geun took out a model flag from a drawer and surrounded Suchun Fortress.

“We are attacking the north, south, east and west of Suchun Province.”

“Do you have the strength to do that?”

“It’s best for us to take charge of the south gate by ourselves, so we should leave the other gates to others.”

“Cao Cao, Lu Bu.”

Sun Ce clapped his hands and stood up.

“Those people can easily plan Yuanjutsu! But will they try to move?”

“We have to move first. We worry that they will move, but in reality, what they are most worried about is us.”

“It’s our military.”

“yes.”

Zhuge Geun held his hand for a moment and continued speaking.

“The Duke of Zhou personally writes a letter to the various feudal lords. Let’s subdue the traitor Yuan Shu together. And the ruler of Gangdong is officially recognized by the Emperor. Here is the draft.”

Zhuge Geun took out several letters from his arms.

Sun Ce’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw the last names written on the front of the letters: Jo, Yu, Yeo, and Won.

“Indeed! I see. This is definitely… But what is this Mr. Yu? Is he Yubi?”

“that….”

“It’s Yupyo.”

Hearing Zhou Yu’s words, Sun Ce’s expression became cold.

“In order to survive, I have to join hands with the enemy who killed my father…?”

Sun Ce held the letter, his hands trembled, and then he laughed.

“…Please give me some time to think. Okay, I need to take this opportunity…to put my mind in order.”

After handing the letters in front of him to Zhou Yu, Sun Ce thought and thought for a while.

“Wonsul needs to be killed….”

His agony deepened late into the night.

* * *

“You’re hell-bent on killing Wonsul, aren’t you?”

Moment.

Zhuge Liang pursed his lips, and my gaze returned to the woman pushing back the clothes covering her head.

“If you thought you wouldn’t understand just because someone is you, you were wrong. Kihi.”

“…who are you?”

“Me? Um.”

The woman smiled brightly, pointing at herself.

“hello.”

“Oh, hello. Who are you?”

“I am….”

The woman with freckles on her face smiled brightly with a mischievous look on her face.

“Bongchu (鳳雛). It’s called Bangtong.”

…The name of the cheeky woman who called herself Young Phoenix was Pang Tong.

“Fang Fengqiu?”

“It’s not me!”

Bangtong, sleeping employee.

He said his nickname was Bongchu.

“hehehehe, please call me Bongchu.”

Pang Tong’s left hand was wrapped in a bandage.

…what.