The Three of Us

The three of us—Jiang Ziya had come to offer his allegiance, and Shen Gongbao had gone up to Kunlun to seek reinforcements. Neither of these was a small matter.

Wen Zhong thought it over, and suddenly something stirred in his heart.

Fei Zhong and You Hun were also in Chong City at the moment.

The two of them were in charge of grain, fodder, and military supplies, and had come along with the army. Though many in court secretly cursed them as treacherous and slippery, Wen Zhong had spent a long time with them and knew in his heart that while these two fellows were unserious with their mouths, they handled affairs very steadily.

Especially when it came to reading people's hearts, they were more familiar with it than anyone.

Wen Zhong immediately rose and headed toward the two men's tent.

Inside Fei Zhong and You Hun's tent, the lamps were still bright.

The two of them were bent over account books, calculating the grain and fodder.

Hearing that Wen Zhong had arrived, Fei Zhong immediately tossed aside his brush and strode out of the tent laughing.

"Grand Preceptor! What a rare guest!"

You Hun was also all warmth.

"Our good brother is here! Hurry, hurry, come in!"

Wen Zhong's eyelid twitched.

Good brother?

These two fellows had started again.

Some days earlier, they had often said "the three of us," as if he and they truly were ironclad brothers of many years.

Though Wen Zhong had never acknowledged it, at least in Fei Zhong and You Hun's hearts, the matter had already been settled that way.

The moment he entered the tent, Fei Zhong clapped his hands and said, "Men, prepare a feast!"

Wen Zhong hurriedly said, "No need. This old man has come here on important business."

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