A Different Kind of Indirect Probing

Lu Bu's trust in Wang Xuan was extremely high. Of course, whether that trust came from the poem he had written before leaving the frontier or from his admiration for Wang Xuan's wisdom was impossible to say.

Still, having his trust was a good thing. Lu Bu had enough self-awareness to know that he was no wise man and couldn't solve such a mess of problems. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been suppressed by Ding Yuan for so many years in Bingzhou and forced to acknowledge him as his father.

He was only accustomed to using the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand to deal with the people who caused problems!

After considering the matter, rather than sacrifice the youths who had followed him out of Bingzhou because they trusted him, sending them to fill Chang'an's bottomless pit, it would be better to jump ship. In any case, Wang Xuan had made it clear: after Dong Zhuo was killed, if Lu Bu was willing to leave Chang'an, the great clans of the western passes would be delighted to give him a high-ranking official position and send this plague god on his way.

Once he fulfilled his obsession with being enfeoffed as a marquis, why would he continue wasting time in Chang'an?

Was he really planning to devote himself to serving the little emperor?

Clearly, Lu Bu had no such intention. However, he still hadn't decided whether to form an alliance with Liu Bei. In theory, he had no objection to it.

Since he couldn't make up his mind, he stopped thinking about it and instead arranged a banquet to entertain Zhao Yun.

At the banquet, Lu Bu called Zhang Liao over for company. As for Gao Shun... forget it. That poker face neither drank nor liked to talk. Wouldn't inviting