Perhaps, in the underworld, there is really such a thing as an irreversible trend and an irreversible fate, which should happen, no matter what it always happens.

A mountain that is destined to collapse and disintegrate, and no one is powerless to return to the sky.

Looking at the world, in fact, isn't it just like a game of chess?

With the idea of a chess player, the small chess piece has to run from a distant position, tirelessly, to another position.

The two sons, black and white, are like two teams of soldiers and horses fighting desperately.

With the unusually intricacies of the situation, black and white are intertwined with each other, you have me, I have you; There is no way to tell the winner from the loser, or even from the enemy.

Loyal ministers and traitorous ministers, in the rolling tide, until the last moment, who can distinguish it so easily?

One person has one heart, one hundred people have one heart, even those scholars who export all kinds of talents, and the princes from all walks of life, are destined not to be monolithic.

Of course, those are the aftermath, at least for now, they are "allies" who wear a pair of pants.

Rely on each other, support each other, and jointly move towards the "road of the strong" of the princes.

Next door to hell is the heaven that belongs to the strong.

In this chaotic and turbulent era, the sorrow and wailing of the people cannot be transmitted to the inner courtyard of the deep palace, but the extravagant sound of pleasure in the luxurious courtyards of the princes can be transmitted throughout the world......

...

"Report! My lord, in Chang'an City, there is urgent information from the secret work! ”

In the luxurious basement, a man with dry hair in a bun like a leaf in the wind, falling off very badly, his eyes were dim in the blue and black circles, and his thin cheeks seemed to be attached to the bones, looking like a terrifying skeleton, lying lazily on his side on the soft collapse.

On his side, the fine saku in charge of intelligence collection knelt down on one knee and respectfully handed over a wax pill.

The man took the twist and looked at it, there were only a few words, "Chang'an is shocked, Dong Zhuo is falling, and the emperor is collapsing." ”

"Hey...... Hehe...... Hahahahaha...... "Okay, good!" Finally waited for this day, finally waited for this day!

Emperor Han, you're finally dead! At first, he was stunned for a moment, and then now in the huge secret room, the tall and thin black shadow could no longer suppress the ambition in his heart, and grinned.

...

"Is this an urgent message?"

The man shook his head, walked over to his desk, removed the lampshade, and placed the most recently received return in his hand on the candle flame.

The flaming red fireworks burned, and as soon as the man's hand was released, the envelope fell to the ground.

“....”

Without notice, without any sound, a figure approached silently, half-kneeling before his master before the Echo on the ground burned out.

The man raised his head slightly, and a middle-aged man, dressed in black, was caged in the dark, kneeling in front of him.

He took a bamboo pipe from his hand, and the high master waved his hand and told him to retreat.

The man's half-day genius for the black shadow is that he secretly established a mysterious intelligence organization internal guard.

I took out a creed from the bamboo tube, unfolded it, and couldn't help but be stunned.

It turned out that when he opened it and looked at it, the words "Son of Heaven Collapsed" on it were impressively listed, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

"Alas, it's better to be dead, after all, it's just a child, and in this world of great contention, there is no room for the kindness of a woman."

...

On the elegant cheeks, Tie Qing made a face, holding a secret report with trembling hands, and an abnormal flush appeared on his face.

Puff~

"Dong thief!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he roared hideously.

...

Then there is the north, on the shore of Jizhou, in the capital city that has just been pacified, it has ushered in its new owner.

Walking into the inner hall, it has a lavish layout, and a large number of copper braziers are placed in the warm pavilions on both sides, and the fine pine carbon is burned in it, which is more expensive than gold.

As the charcoal fire rises, the air is filled with bursts of pine wood, and the white mist of heating fills it, like a fairyland on earth......

"The Son of Heaven died, how did you ask Liu Yuzhi about his proposal before hurrying?" The new owner of Jizhou also opened his mouth to ask excitedly.

Faced with the news of the emperor's death, at least externally, everyone's mood was "heavy".

And the best way to express pain is crying, but the same crying is divided into many kinds, some sad, some frightened, some helpless, and even ...... happy.

The complexity of human nature and the unfathomability of the human heart are fully manifested at this moment.

There are no troubles in life, but when the fire of ** is ignited, troubles come knocking on the door of the heart.

When you start to think about gains and losses, and you want more, the pain will come to haunt you.

People, sure enough, they are all a group of creatures that need to chase the goal to work hard.

The world is not what some people think, and if you have power, you can do whatever you want.

As long as people live in the world, they have to eat, socialize, and have interests involved, and under this complex social relationship, how to deal with these contradictions and maintain the balance between them is a difficult topic.

There are achievements and failures in life, there are gatherings and scattering, and no one can be blessed with one hand.

Fish and bear's paws, you can't have both, this is the helplessness of life, but also the reality of reality.

Mature people can face all imperfections calmly, so they do not force themselves to be persistent, do their best in everything, and be at peace with fate.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ...... "Jingyang bell rings!" Mourning everywhere.

The emperor died, and the world was silent!

With Chang'an, which was still at dawn, as the origin, the news of the collapse of the Son of Heaven spread rapidly, like a spark of fire, and it quickly set the prairie on fire.

However, in just a few hours, the news has spread all over the Han through various channels.

It seems that all of a sudden, the entire border of the Han Dynasty has become a white world.

The white filial piety clothes are one by one, all the red things are also covered with white cloth, and the huge white spirit flag is fluttering in the wind......

Liu Xie's death completely stirred up the already turbid and undercurrent situation of the Han Dynasty into more and more ups and downs, and the waves were upside down.

It can be expected that soon, a storm that will sweep the entire land of the Eastern Han Dynasty will blow up.

When a big country has no master on the surface.

When Nuoda is a big man, there is no son of heaven who nominally suppresses the four seas and five mountains.

When the princes who had begun to accumulate ambitions were on their heads, there was no emperor who could be suppressed with righteousness.

The wolf smoke is everywhere, and it will become a doomed pattern.

When the time comes, the most appropriate word will be --- chaos!

Because, when the mourning and crying on the surface is over, before the tears on the face are wiped away, everyone's eyes will immediately shift to which throne dragon chair.

There, now ---- no one!

The real troubled times have arrived!