In front of the ruins covered by broken wooden beams, Sun Jian walked to the side of the soldier.

"What?"

"General." The soldier's expression was strange, he turned his head to look at Sun Jian, and stepped aside: "There is a different color here." ”

Heterochromia? Sun Jian was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and looked at the ruins in front of the soldier, among the layers of broken wood, a strange brilliance came into his eyes. For example, the brilliance reflected by the jade is different from the ordinary, and there is a feeling of darkness, which makes him unable to understand.

Sun Jian pulled out the saber at his waist, cut off the beam covering it with one sword, and reached into it.

Charcoal crumbs, charred and blackened, slipped from Sun Jian's hand, and in his hand he held a piece of square jade wrapped in a half-cut cloth.

Life is weird, the fire burned the city, and the half piece of cloth on this jade did not have the slightest trace of being burned.

Frowning, Sun Jian lifted the cloth on Fang Yu, Fang Yu was revealed, and a clear light was reflected, illuminating Sun Jian's face for a moment.

In Qingguang, Sun Jian looked blankly at the square jade in his hand, which was in the shape of a seal, and one of the corners seemed to have been cracked, inlaid with gold and stone to make up for it.

The soldier on the side looked at the seal, suddenly thought of what it was, pointed to the seal and stammered.

"General, this, it's not."

The appearance of this seal is very similar to the rumored object, or it is exactly the same.

Sun Jian raised his hand, didn't let the soldier speak, and looked down at the jade in his hand.

"Destiny shows each other, and we should fight?"

Inherit the jade seal of the country, inherit the country, and those who get it will win the world.

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Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang, such a terrifying news has been spread to the world in just a few days, along with the beginning and end of the princes' crusade against Dong Zhuo.

When the princes rose together, the momentum was huge, and after the army, there was no result, only a few battles with Dong Zhuo outside the Tiger Prison Pass, and only a few princes participated in the war, most of the time they could only hear the news that the princes did not move.

Now there is news that Luoyang has been burned, and the useless voices of the princes in the market are endless.

Dong Zhuo's fire can be said to make the princes have no will to fight, they are not for any righteousness, but for profit. Now that there is no profit to be gained and infamy, few people want to fight this battle anymore.

In a thatched courtyard next to the garden, the thatched hall is simple and cannot keep out the cold, although it is covered with a straw curtain, but sitting in the hall still carries a little cold.

In the hall sat a young man in white, holding a book in his hand and carefully flipping through it, frowning and thinking about it from time to time.

I couldn't think about what I couldn't understand, so I could only sigh helplessly, pick up the pen and write down the problem in another book.

A gust of wind blew through the hall, like a collar, making people chill, and the young man raised his head from the book. Looking outside, it was a little cold.

He stood up, took another garment from the side of the hall, and draped it over himself.

He was getting dressed when he heard footsteps and calls coming from the courtyard.

"Brother Zhong." A young man in a short shirt lifted the straw curtain and looked at the young man in white.

It is Zhuge Jun and Zhuge Liang, who live in Nanyang.

"Brother Zhong, I inquired about Luoyang in the city."

Zhuge bowed, walked into the hall and said.

"Oh?"

Zhuge Liang's eyes showed a little interest, walked to the table and sat down, and pointed to the front of him.

"Sit down and talk."

The two sat at the table, Zhuge Liang closed the book on the table and put it aside, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zhuge Jun.

"Tell me, what's wrong with Luoyang?"

"Brother Xie Zhong."

Zhuge Jun took the teacup and took a sip, and there was not so much restraint between the two, and there was no politeness, and said.

Dong Zhuoqiang ordered the capital to be moved to Chang'an, and before leaving, he moved all the people in Luoyang City, and took away all the gold and jade in the palace, and then burned Luoyang. Today's Luoyang City is already a dead city. I heard that the people were in a hurry to move away, and the people were driven by soldiers and horses on the way, and many were trampled to death. ”

Zhuge Jun's face was solemn, Luoyang used to be the capital, and it became such a scene, it is indeed difficult for people to say it easily.

"Sure enough." Zhuge Liang muttered to himself, as if he had expected it.

Zhuge Jun's attitude towards Zhuge Liang is not surprising, he has long been used to it.

Although his middle brother almost doesn't go out, he can always anticipate what is happening outside the mountain first.

"What about the princes?" Zhuge Liang frowned and asked.

Zhuge Jun was silent for a while, then looked at the teacup in his hand, and said softly: "The princes have died down, and they have not pursued them in Luoyang so far, and it seems that they have plans to retreat." ”

Sit at the table.

Zhuge Liang put down the teapot, half loud, and shook his head: "The general trend is irreversible." ”

Since the time of the Yellow Turban, it has been doomed to chaos in the world.

There was some depression in the hall.

"Still."

After drinking the tea in his hand, Zhuge Jun suddenly chuckled, as if he wanted to ease the atmosphere, and said to Zhuge Liang.

"I also heard some news, maybe Brother Zhong is interested."

Zhuge Liang raised his head suspiciously, looked at Zhuge Jun's expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and smiled helplessly.

"How can you learn the same as your little sister, so to speak, why bother with my appetite?"

Zhuge Jun grinned and touched the back of his head.

"It's strange that Brother Zhong is too thin on weekdays and has no affection, so he will show some interest at this time."

The atmosphere was a little more relaxed, and the boy in the shirt continued.

"The market said that the princes and Dong Zhuo fought outside the Tiger Prison Pass, a total of three battles, one defeat and two wins. One of them was under the tent of Cao Cao, the general of the Fenwu Army. borrowed more than 10,000 soldiers from the princes out of thin air, broke Dong Zhuo's first army Huaxiong, and defeated Lu Bu in front of the Tiger Prison Pass, and was known as the white-clothed general. ”

"Borrow more than 10,000 soldiers out of thin air?" Zhuge Liang's tone was still calm, but with a slight strangeness.

"If you can borrow troops from the princes for your own use without spending a thing, this person should have good eloquence."

As for whether he is defeated or not, it doesn't matter in his eyes, it's just personal bravery.

"Brother Zhong, it is rumored that this white-clothed general is wearing a scribe's white coat and a hat."

Zhuge Jun said again, white-clothed hat, Zhuge Liang's expression was stunned.

"At first, everyone didn't know it, until the hat was blown off by the wind during the battle, and the princes knew that it was a woman, and it was rumored that this woman was peerless. Seeing it in the array, thousands of troops were silent. Dongjun Taishou Qiao Mao said for seeing the poem. ”

"In the peach blossom robe, the horses have not heard of each other, the peerless beauty is beautiful, and the sound of thousands of armies is stopped."

Speaking of this, Zhuge Liang's expression was completely stunned.

"Brother Zhong, do you think that person will be Mr.?"

Zhuge Jun looked at the courtyard between the grass curtains, where a tree stood.

Looking back at Zhuge Liang's expression: "I thought that the middle brother would want to know this, and the junior brother also asked together." ”