"Hahaha, the old man is in a very good mood today, and later, I will invite Wang Zishi, Cai everyone, and a group of civil and military officials to come to the banquet!"

Seeing that the two were silent, Dong Zhuo didn't care, grinned and laughed.

He no longer cares about the so-called "Song of Dong Fu" that circulated on the streets of Chang'an before, and he re-hangs that disgusting laughter.

"Uh, I don't know, Lord Xiangguo, but why are you happy, can you say it and let us share it too?"

Wang Yun privately pondered the deep meaning of Dong Zhuo's words, and said with a reluctant smile.

"Hahaha, yes, of course you can, it was originally intended to be displayed at the banquet, and now I'll show it to you in advance, appreciate it!" Dong Zhuo glanced at the obedient Wang Yun, grinned, and at the same time, reached out his fat hand and took out an object from his arms.

"This...!" is more noble than Wang Yun and Cai Yong, and he can't help but attract attention for the objects in Dong Zhuo's hands.

It was a glass bead the size of a small half a fist, with a subtle relief pattern, slightly shiny, and the correct name should be a glass bead.

It's no wonder that Dong Zhuo is so proud, and it's no wonder that Wang Yun and Cai Yong are so surprised.

Glass beads of this size are really rare and rare at the moment.

As we all know, the texture of glass is hard and fragile, and it is quite difficult to carve, and later generations have to invent the dewaxing method, so that the glass can appear in a richer pattern shape.

But at the moment, during the Han Dynasty, there were such finely carved glass beads, or such a large volume, which is really a very rare treasure!

It's just that...

I don't know why, when Wang Yun saw this precious glass bead, he inexplicably felt a little familiar?

This feeling became more and more intense, and he couldn't help but have an extra heart, and pretended to listen to Dong Zhuo introduce him with a smile.

At the same time, I kept thinking about when and where I had seen similar beads.

Don't...

Wang Yun was shocked, and the feeling that was still fresh in his memory told him that it was unbelievable, unimaginable, and unacceptable.

No!

No way!

When pigs fly!

He... Dong Zhuo he... Do you really dare to be so bold?

Although he tried not to think about it in that direction, he subconsciously told Wang Yun that it was really possible for him Dong Zhuo to do that.

"That's... Lord Xiangguo...."

The more he thought about it, the more panicked Wang Yun trembled his fingers, couldn't suppress his disguise for the first time, and took the initiative to speak.

"In the next home, there is a fist-sized South China Sea Night Pearl, which is somewhat similar to this pearl in the hands of Lord Xiangguo, and I am willing to exchange it with my lord."

In terms of actual value, the night pearl of the South China Sea is higher than the current glass pearl.

At this time, Wang Yun took the initiative to propose, which is undoubtedly a relatively tactful request.

Shinong industry and commerce, in the Han Dynasty, the class division, is still relatively strong.

At least, at this time, Wang Yun, even if he wanted to confirm the glass beads in Dong Zhuo's hand, he didn't open his mouth directly.

Deep down in his heart, he still prefers to have the habit of "shi".

The more popular way of trading between "taxis" is "send", you send me a few singers, I give you a few BMWs, everyone knows that it is a transaction, but it is just dressed in an elegant coat.

"Good! Then this is a reward for you. Dong Zhuo laughed and directly stuffed the glass beads into Wang Yun's arms.

"Thank you, Lord Xiangguo, then so-and-so will get off the bus first, and go back to the house by the way to prepare the night pearl and the gifts for the banquet in the evening?"

Carefully taking the glass beads, Wang Yun's eyelids trembled slightly, and he asked with a forced smile.

"Okay! The old man is in the house, waiting for the arrival of the master, hahaha! ”

....

"Dong Zhuo, damn miscellaneous!"

Wang Yun, who got off the car on the side of the road, raised his head, squinted his eyes, and watched Dong Zhuo's carriage gradually move away, and was silent for a long time before he gritted his teeth and scolded bitterly.

"How dare you... Tomb of the Thief!! ”

Wang Yun, who was furious, opened his eyes suddenly, but his voice was very low in his mouth, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

"Son of man in vain... Shameless puppeteer... Great rebel maniac! My Wang Yun will never spare you! The more Wang Yun thought about it, the more angry he became, the thunder was furious, resentful, hard, trampling, and tired.

"Your Excellency!" In the distance, the carriage of the palace happened to be coming.

"Silence!" Wang Yun glared.

The subordinate, knowing that he was out of shape, hurriedly lowered his voice: "Yes, my lord, then shall we go home?" ”

"Go home!"

Sitting in the carriage, the more Wang Yun thought about it, the more angry he became, and he smashed his fist on the carriage angrily, which frightened the guards who were driving and hurriedly stopped to ask.

Wang Yun replied in a muffled voice that the guards had nothing to do and continued to walk, but his heart rolled like a pot.

O Imperial Mausoleum!

That's... O royal mausoleum!

....

Yes, Wang Yun was right, Dong Zhuo, he did planed the imperial tomb and ransacked it!

The mountains of Beibi Mountain are majestic, the water is deep and the soil is thick, and the water of Yi and Luo runs through Luoyang City from west to east. Standing a tomb here is a fulfillment of the feng shui theory of "pillow mountain and river" advocated by the ancients.

Pishan is regarded as the fēng shuǐ bǎo dì of the funeral mound, and the princes and princes chose the cemetery here.

And when Dong Zhuo moved the capital to Chang'an and burned Luoyang, all the tombs of the 12th emperor of the Han Dynasty were opened by him, the gold and jade jewels were looted, and the white bones were abandoned everywhere, allowing jackals and wild dogs to gnaw.

Or the later alliance army Liu Bei, like Gongsun Zhan, borrowed a man and horse, collected all the white bones everywhere, and reburied them in the ground, and the emperor's tomb that was opened was barely re-sealed with boulders.

It's just that in this way, Dong Zhuo hijacked the Son of Heaven and moved west to Chang'an, and excavated the emperor's tomb later, and the majesty of the Han court was lost.

It is conceivable that the rivers and mountains of the Han Dynasty are becoming more and more swaying.

....

Yes, the rivers and mountains of the Han Dynasty are in chaos!

Just when Dong Zhuo was in the carriage, through Wang Yun's mouth, sent a banquet to the civil and military officials, the Chang Ān Nán Department, also a pair of strategists, began their conversation.

It was a white-robed scribe with a wide robe and long sleeves, and he knelt alone on a table in the middle of a luxurious room, with a pot of wine and two or three plates of appetizers on the table beside the mat, and the white-clothed scribe was pouring himself a drink.

This person has a delicate face, a slender beard, and a graceful demeanor, but he has been frowning slightly, as if he has something difficult in his mind.

I don't know how long it took, with the sound of slight footsteps behind him, a deep voice came: "Brother Wenyou, so Yaxing!" ”

The white-clothed scribe originally frowned, stretched slightly, reached out and took a wine bowl, poured a bowl of wine, and said to the visitor: "Come, Wenhe, let's not talk about anything else, accompany me to drink a bowl." ”