Luoyang, the capital of the Han Dynasty, the building reveals the antique North Palace, which is a bit historical at first glance, and the more direct description is old.

The degree of oldness is far beyond the newly built South Palace of Emperor Ling, and it is not as good as the East Palace and the West Palace, but it is it, but it is the symbol of the best power today, as the existence of the only palace in today's son.

Since then, no matter how dilapidated it is, he is admired by countless people, not to mention that it is just old, not broken.

The time was already afternoon, long past the time of the early dynasty, but the north hall of Chongde still sounded the music of the previous dynasty.

Hundreds of officials went to court one after another, but they were clearly divided into two factions, one faction was arrogant, their heads were raised to the sky, and the victorious rooster and the arrogant peacock had to bow their heads and admit defeat in front of them.

Most of them were trembling, their heads were buried in their chests, their eyes only dared to look at the ground, their hands were hanging all the time, even if their foreheads were full of cold sweat, they didn't dare to wipe them, only a few didn't look so scared, but their faces were also pale.

At this moment, the people of the latter team can be said to be extremely nostalgic for the previous dynasty when Cao Xing was in power, at that time, everyone wanted to talk and laugh, they wanted to be angry, they wanted to be angry, and they wanted to be arrogant, but there were few who were afraid, afraid of being like this, Cao Xing had been in power secretly for nearly three years, and it was a hand.

The number is the total number of people in the last three years, not the number of times.

Especially those with the title of national scholars, mostly because they are young, full of vigor and drive, even if the official position is low, they always take the world as their own attitude, and these young national soldiers may not do well, but their attitudes have deeply affected this court.

In general, the hundred officials are already accustomed to the atmosphere of not having much restraint and just wanting to let go of their fists and feet.

It's a pity that people in this world often wait until they lose it to know how to cherish it.

The two teams of people who were so extreme walked into the North Hall of Chongde.

The hundred officials are in place, and the Empress Dowager He and the Young Emperor, who should also listen to the government, have appeared on the stage, but these two supporting roles have indeed not appeared for a long time.

"What's the situation?"

"Queen Mother, Your Majesty!"

"It must be the eunuch who stopped it! I think I will kill all the eunuchs, and then invite the Queen Mother and Your Majesty out! ”

……

The original arrogant faction's face was a little embarrassed, and he began to make noise in public, and there was not much respect for the queen mother and the emperor in his words.

The faction that bowed his head, an old man dressed in Jiuqing's service couldn't stand it anymore, walked out of the trembling crowd, and pointed at the arrogant faction is scolding:

"What a system! What a system! Yuan Benchu, he taught you such a group of civil and military forces? And there is no etiquette to speak of! Are you all illiterate reckless men and horsemen?

And he Yuan Benchu, all the officials have arrived, but he can't drag it out! And did you put the majesty of the court down in your eyes! This is his Qinwang and Qingjun side?

……”

The more the old minister served by Jiuqing scolded, the more excited he became, the whole hall was his spit, and the original arrogant faction was also the victor Yuan Shao's faction, and most of them were scolded and couldn't raise their heads.

Just when most of the people in Yuan Shao's faction were carried away by the guilt of the victory, a strong man of more than eight feet in the crowd rushed out and punched this old minister of Jiuqing.

"Bump~"

The big fist of the sandbag hit the face of this Jiuqing old minister, and the other party took off on the spot, and all the few teeth flew out.

"Puff~"

The old minister fell to the ground, but he just twitched and didn't move, and he didn't seem to be alive.

"Ma Dahonglu!"

"Ma Dahonglu is dead!"

The faction that originally bowed its head suddenly exploded, and the trembling of most of the bodies became more severe, but a small part of them had their eyes red with anger, and Ma Riyan, who was a dignified court secretary, a famous Confucian at home, a famous honest and upright, and loyal to the Han Dynasty, died so easily in the hands of a puppet.

"Wow! Death to the thief! ”

A court official dressed as a military attache rushed to the murderer of Ma Riyan, and wanted to avenge this colleague and elder who had the same belief in loyalty to the Han Dynasty as him.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

The two sides fought three times, the murderer blocked the opponent's fist with his hand, it was once, and then a punch hit the opponent's arm once, and the last time a straight punch penetrated the opponent's chest, and the opponent was directly like Ma Riyan again, and was sent flying.

"Wood!"

"Wu City Gate!"

"Captain Wu!"

The group that bowed their heads exclaimed, and almost everyone surrounded them, and the most at this moment was no longer trembling, but stepping forward to take a look at this second person who used his life to maintain the dignity of the big man, how was the injury?

A scholar who was a scholar of the city gate held Wu Fu, the captain of the city gate, in his arms, looked at the other party's sunken chest and the mouth that kept spitting blood foam, and shouted urgently:

"Doctor! Doctor! ”

"Stop shouting! It's noisy! Whoever is punched by my Yan Liang will not survive! ”

The murderer, Yan Liang, spoke loudly and interrupted the doctor of Bi Liqing.

The scholar was extremely angry, and pointed at Yan Liang is shouting: "Reckless man! Piff! Traitor! Lackeys ......"

If you can insult, at this moment, it is like a surging river, constantly pouring out, Yan Liang's face is pale, and he is about to go up to shut up forever, but at this moment, a young court official blocked in front of him.

"Piff! I want to continue to plague Dr. Yang Guanglu! Just step over my Yang Yan's body! ”

"And I'm Cai Yong!"

"Count me Zheng Gongye one!"

"Yang Zhan, the right supervisor of Yulin, is here!"

"As a military attaché, Sun Rui, the commander of the cavalry, will never let this tragedy happen again!"

"Although Xu Rong is a scribe, I am a national scholar and a servant of the Criminal Department, I will definitely sanction Yan Liang, you puppet!"

"Seed ......"

"Squire Wu Shuo......"

"The Prince's Suit ......"

"Shang Shuling makes Liu Lan ......"

For a while, a large group of people who denounced Yan Liang stood up, bowing their heads to the faction that was originally the establishment of hundreds of officials of the original dynasty, there were 56 people in the Jingshi country, and there were also the original court officials, even if the Chu army and the first family who were not present were removed, there were still nearly 100 people.

Seventy or eighty of the nearly 100 people were awakened by the blood of the Han loyal ministers Ma Riyan and Wu Fu, and made a posture of fighting with Yan Liang.

Yan Liang, the top general, at this moment, because he had no weapons and no prestige of killing without saying a word before, turned his head indifferently and looked at his brother Wen Chou on the side.

And then there is the top general of Brother Wen Chou, even if there are no weapons, what is seventy or eighty people?

"Bell~"

The sound of metal colliding suddenly enveloped the entire hall, overshadowing all the voices condemning Yan Liang, and the audience fell silent.

There was a loud shout from outside the temple gate.

"Enough! Yan Liang retreated! ”