Chapter 39 Myriad Books

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"Should we return these books to Middle Official Cai?" Zhao Yun carefully tucked the selected books into the pouch under his horse's belly, then, holding a hand-copied edition of the Book of Han in silk fabric, he asked somewhat gloomily.

Zhang Fei stuffed scrolls and paintings into the pouches under his and Guan Yu's horses' bellies with the expression of a bandit.

"Ha, if you don't say anything, and I don't say anything, who would know about these books? With one fire, Luoyang would be gone, and if the books are lost, who would know?" Chen Xi rolled his eyes and said, "Alright, once the books are securely packed, take whichever you fancy. They are all bait for luring scholars in the future!"

"This isn't right, is it?" Zhao Yun felt it was somewhat outrageous to act like bandits stealing books and tentatively argued, yet his hands did not slow in the slightest, tidying up all the letters and leaving not a trace on the ground.