Inside the palace, above the gimbal.

Liu Hong lay on the couch with a blank gaze, drinking a glass of wine from time to time.

The warbler and swallow swallow below, singing and dancing gracefully.

At this time, Xu Yong, the left supervisor of Yulin, boarded the cloud platform and came to Liu Hong's side.

"Is the royal brother out of the city?" Liu Hong glanced at Xu Yong and asked softly.

"The hussar general has left Luoyang!" Xu Yong bowed and replied.

Liu Hong threw away the lord in his hand and got up to look at the north.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. But to make the dragon city fly general, do not teach Humadu Yin Mountain...... How so! ”

Liu Hong cried bitterly, the civil and military officials were aggressive, and the officials in various places were in disobedience.

The Ninety-Five Supreme does not have the ability to control the world.

The feeling of having more than enough heart and not enough strength appeared on the emperor, not to mention the great shame, but also to the ancestors and ancestors.

"Why should I wake up? It's better to stay drunk. ”

Liu Hong lay back on the couch, lifted the wine jug, and poured it into his mouth violently.

When you open your eyes and look at the world again, the world is no longer the world.

Since you can't control the power of the world, it's better to get drunk among beauties and wine.

……

In the hussar barracks, fifteen thousand soldiers are ready to go.

The general Guan Yu and Huang Zhong, the lieutenant of the thieves, led 3,500 cavalry to stand at the forefront of the army. There are 1,500 cavalrymen who are Liu Fan's old subordinates, and after half a year of campaigning, their riding skills are exquisite.

The remaining 2,000 cavalry are also Liu Fan's old subordinates, some of them are not riding horses because of damaged horses, and some of them have occasionally been trained and have mastered some riding skills. The two thousand war horses are all good horses in the West Garden.

Guan Yu trained battle array attacks, and Huang Zhong trained mounted archery. The two of them divided it.

Xu Huang, the general of Pingyu Zhonglang, led 5,500 infantry, lined up behind the cavalry, governed the army strictly, ordered and forbidden, and the infantry phalanx was much more neat than the cavalry. Almost all of these soldiers were carefully selected from the surrendered yellow turbans of all states and counties in the world.

Gao Shun, who was a subordinate, led a thousand tall young men to line up behind Xu Huangjun. It's also neat and tidy.

On the other side, the 5,000 ranger army led by General Yingyang Wang Yue was chaotic, and the soldiers looked south and north, as if they were not very adaptable.

They were officially gathered together, and it was only the next day, and it was inevitable that this would happen.

"Go back to the east of the river first, and then go up from the northeast of the river." Liu Fan ordered.

As soon as you enter the Yanmen, you will encounter a great enemy, and you must be well prepared.

At this time, Liu Fan missed his beloved Mamo Qilin a little, and couldn't help but sigh that life is like a play, and the world is impermanent.

At the end of December of the lunar calendar of 184 AD, there were only three days left before the New Year.

According to the calendar of this era, today is the first year of Zhongping, the year of Jiazi, and it is no longer a day. Three days later, it will be the year of Yichou.

This New Year is destined to be missed by them, and for a long time, they will be on their way north.

After receiving the order, the cavalry took the lead, bypassing the Beibi Mountains and marching east of the river to the north of the Yellow River.

Passing by Beibi Mountain, Liu Fan got out of the car to climb the mountain and glanced at Luoyang again.

From a distance, Luoyang City is majestic and breathing.

Taking advantage of the favorable topography of Beibi Mountain and Luoshui, Luoyang City rises from the ground to the sky.

The imperial palace is arranged on the high ground of Luoyang City, setting off the supreme and magnificent.

The Changle Weiyang of the Western Han Dynasty is nothing more than that!

……

Changshan, really fixed.

One man and one ride, appeared in a pavilion.

This man was about eighteen years old, dressed in a white robe, with a majestic and handsome face, and immediately hung a silver spear.

The war horse under his crotch was all over the body, snow-white, without half a variegated color.

"Uncle, where is Zhao Ji's house?"

An old man passed by the young man with a white horse and a silver spear with a surprised look, and the young man dismounted and asked.

Eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. There is no trace of ranger temperament on his body, like a battlefield general.

"Who are you? What are you looking for Zhao Lang? The old man asked the young man rhetorically.

Zhao Ji is a righteous man in the township, often gathering the villagers to resist robbers, and mostly giving alms to the villagers with family resources. Everyone in the village knows about it.

"Under Zhao Yun, Zhao Ji is my brother!" Zhao Yun replied excitedly.

I left home when I was young, and I didn't return until ten years.

Zhao Yunneng remembers that this is his hometown, but he can't find his way home. Wandering for a long time, confused in the vicissitudes of life.

His parents died early, and he relied on his brother since he was a child. When he was eight years old, Penglai Gun Prodigy Yuan passed by Jizhou, saw Zhao Yun's strange talent, and Tong Yuan, who wanted to enjoy his old age, became interested in accepting apprentices, so he accepted Zhao Yun as a closed disciple.

Zhao Ji handed over the ancestral Yajiao gun to Zhao Yun, which was a proof that their brothers recognized each other again.

Yajiao, for the cape of the world, the meaning of invincible opponents all over the world, the head of the gun is stainless steel and sharp silver, with the gun tassel, the gun is eight feet, also known as the gentian bright silver gun.

"Does Zhao Lang have a brother?" The old man pondered.

In the era of natural and man-made disasters, I went out for ten years since I was a child. Who can remember? Even if I think that Zhao Ji has a younger brother, I am afraid that it will be more than lucky!

"I'm old, I can't remember exactly. However, Zhao Lang had left the village a few months ago. He sold all his family wealth and gave it to the nearby villagers, but fortunately the house is still there, I will take you to see it. The old man shook his head and said to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun was moved, and led the horse and the old man to Zhao Ji's house.

The house did look like it had been sealed for a long time, and here, Zhao Yun seemed to have found some memories.

"Where did my brother go?" Zhao Yun came back to his senses and asked the old man.

"Do you know the hussar general? When the hussar general was still the general of the expedition to the north, Zhao Lang had already joined his army. It should be in Luoyang now! The old man replied to Zhao Yun.

While the old man was talking, Zhao Yun suddenly saw some words carved on the stones in the courtyard.

"Brother Yun don't worry, my brother admires Liu Fan, the general of Zhengbei, and I only feel that the man should be determined to do this, and go to worship. If Brother Yun returns, he can stop at home, or he can find traces, and the brothers will meet sooner or later. ”

Zhao Yunmo is holding these fonts, hussar general? He had also heard of his great name, and his kindness was even more admirable.

This year, Tong Yuan asked him to go down the mountain, just so that he could defect to the Ming Lord and make contributions in the troubled times.

The world is in turmoil, the people are in danger of hanging upside down, I don't know who is the master?

Everyone has their own ambitions, and in Zhao Yun's eyes, the one who can save the people is the master.

Although Liu Fan's reputation has been spurned by many wealthy families, his reputation has spread all over the world.

No accumulation of steps, no thousands of miles. Do not accumulate small streams, in order to become rivers and seas.

Liu Fan's reputation was not achieved overnight, and it was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. But bit by bit, it is known to women and children

scattered his family wealth from the seemingly idiot-like one, although it made the Hedong clan laugh. But in this way, he won fame, led the troops to exterminate the robbers, and was promoted to Sima.

Exterminate the Yellow Turbans and release the captives. Distribute grain for the people, and feed the people in the fields. Turning to thousands of miles, all with this.

Change the law and innovate, and serve the people wholeheartedly. Copying the ten permanent servants, providing disaster relief to various places, and reusing those people's fat and people's ointment for the people.

"I'll go to Luoyang to find my brother." Zhao Ji saluted the old man and prepared to leave.

"Wait, Taihang Bacheng, almost all of them are occupied by Taihang Mountain traitors, and it is not easy to go to Luoyang." The old man stopped Zhao Yun and said in a low voice: "Wu'er is the pavilion chief, and he has an old relationship with the county order, I heard that more than 20 days ago, the hussar general was framed by a traitor and demoted to Yanmen County to resist the Hu people. Yanmen County and Changshan are adjacent to each other, and you can go north to Yanmen County to wait for inquiries. ”

The people of other states have not yet received the news of Liu Fan's demotion but those county magnates must have received the news.

"Thank you for the reminder." Zhao Yun thanked him again.

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