The sky was overcast, and a faint light rain fell on people's shoulders.

The resistance of Yiwu has been quieted, and the corpses everywhere are paved all the way along the entrance and exit gate of the dock fort, and there are many cries inside, some of the Dong family members who have not had time to run away, pushed by the soldiers, the old and weak women and children wearing luxurious clothes knelt down, and the surrounding is a black oppressive soldier Standing quietly in the rain watching the people who were pushed and kneeling, a group of people who had stood above everyone's heads were about to be beheaded, including Dong Zhuo's ninety-year-old mother.

This is an extermination that leaves no living mouth.

Gao Shun of the state army was sturdy and burly, wearing a dark black iron armor, looking indifferent and unapproachable, he looked at the unbearable picture in silence, took off the bloodstained iron helmet, and looked up at the figure of the group of people standing on the arrow tower in the fort.

On the arrow tower, his hand brushed over the wooden fence with residual blood scale, this kind of execution is not the first time Lu Bu has done it, when Dong Zhuo was still alive, he killed many ministers, women and children for him, this subordinate does not know how many lives, once upon a time, he thought that he could break free from a military master, go to a higher position, kill Ding Yuan, but became an executioner.

So, kill Dong Zhuo this time, and ...... in the future What would he be like?

Dong Zhuo's family members were cleared out and knelt down...... Lu Bu took a deep breath, lowered his head and glanced at it, just in time to make contact with the gaze cast from below, he waved his hand and gave an order.

Gao Shun turned around indifferently and raised his arm, and the surrounding sergeants stepped forward and raised their cold blades, trampled the woman and young man who wanted to struggle, cut off their heads, and rolled rows of heads on the ground, dragging out long blood marks. Among the surrounding soldiers, some people couldn't bear to look at it, and when they turned their heads to the side, the black-iron-armored general raised his arm again, and the sergeant who was executing walked to the next group.

Among the tortured captives, the toothless old woman struggled to kneel and take two steps, her cloudy eyes staring at the fiery red figure walking down from the arrow tower, and the hoarse old voice shouted: "Lu Bu thief! Today, my Dong family's self-inflicted evil consequences should be retribution, so what about you!! The old man is waiting for you to come down with all the women and children in the hermitage—"

The blade slashed down, and the screaming came to an abrupt end.

Stepping onto the ground, Lu Bu looked at the old woman who was separated from her body expressionlessly, "Isn't this the end of becoming a king and defeating a coward......" His voice lowered slightly, as if he was saying to himself, as if he was saying to Cheng Lian, Song Xian and others beside him. Then he turned over the red rabbit and pulled the reins: "Let's go, there is still an old man in the prison." ”

His gaze swept over the piles of corpses once more, and finally left with his soldiers and horses.

A light rain washed the ground.

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The cavalry rushed through the dark red gates, and the streets were deserted except for the patrolling soldiers, who gave way when they saw the cavalry coming.

Dong Zhuo died in Beiyemen, it was two days ago, and the person who did it himself was Lu Bu, and the old man he went to visit in the prison was imprisoned because of a dead man, and he felt that it was not worth it.

The cell was dark all year round, and only the half-broken torches were faint and yellow, dragging out the shadows of people.

"Cai Shizhong didn't cry after he came into prison, many ministers of the court and the central government interceded for him, Wen Hou came to see him, is it because of the old one?"

The head of the cell is a big grinning man, fifty years old, probably accustomed to seeing life and death in prison, but he has no awe of identity, and his tone is like a homely polite affair with Lu Bu who came in.

"This is it."

Walking through the corridor of a cell, the cell head removed the iron chain from the door, and then opened, Lu Bu waved his hand to the cell head to let him go down, and strode in, the old man was dressed in a coarse cloth prison uniform, his pale hair was scattered and covered his face, and when he heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the hay, he raised his head slightly: "How did Wen Hou come here to see the old man." ”

The figure crouched down across from him.

"Do you regret it?"

The white hair shook with his head, Cai Yong straightened his back, looked at him, and smiled: "Does Wen Hou mean that the old man is crying in front of Dong Zhongying's corpse?" ”

Lu Bu tilted his head, "Isn't it?" ”

"The old man has no regrets...... the old man stood up against the wall, a little weak, "I only regret giving Dong Zhuo too little advice, letting him do too many wrong things...... In fact, he is a very good person, but too many people in the DPRK and China look down on him and provoke him...... It's not his fault that he's got to where he is today. ”

Cai Yong walked slowly in prison, "...... I cried for him...... but because he treated me like a mentor and friend, it was all fellowship. ”

The whole cell fell silent, and a faint light from the outside shone in through the gap, Lu Bu looked at the old man silently, and over there, Cai Yong approached and also squatted down: "Wenhou...... You can't find your way. ”

The figure nodded lightly in silence.

The old man had a smile on his face, sat down on the spot, crossed his legs, and looked kind: "Your heart actually began to lose its direction when you killed Jianyang Gong, you and I often gather around Dong Zhongying, and I know some of the past for you, maybe when Jianyang Gong let you sit in the main book, it was not deliberately limited to you, maybe it was appreciation, I wanted Wen Hou to be less impatient and reckless, and more calm." ”

In the dark, the mighty fist clenched on his knee, Cai Yong laughed, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "The past is over, why should Wen Hou blame himself, if the matter has been done, don't regret it." ”

"Just like you?" Lu Bu raised his head.

Cai Yong nodded: "Just like me, but the old man has taken a dead end and can't walk, and although Wenhou's future is confused, there is still a way to go after all." ”

"I ...... I..... How to get there? ”

Lu Bu has always revered learned people, and now this old man, he has been in contact with him on weekdays, mostly with courtesy, and occasionally asks some questions, but this time the questions are not as simple as before, and with his temperament, it is a little difficult to open up after all.

"Only by living can you walk out of your own way, Wenhou, you should take the path you want to take, instead of relying on others."

The old man said so.

There was silence in the cell for a while, and Lu Bu suddenly got up and held the old man's wrist, "Shizhong, I'll get you out!" ”

"Wen Hou can't be reckless, Dong Zhuo has just been removed, there are still many things you need to do outside, don't offend the prince because of the old man." Cai Yong patted the big hand he was holding, and his tone was calm and calm: "Death is not terrible, but I have something in my heart that I want to ask you." ”

He looked at Lu Bu's gaze calmly: "The Han Book has not yet been written, can you keep it for me, and the little girl in the family, if Wen Hou meets Zhao Ji in the future...... Leave it to her, okay? ”

The tall and mighty figure stood there silently, watching him for a while.

"Okay, I'll pass the book to my daughter for you." Lu Bu responded.

In the following time, the old man talked a lot, and when Lu Bu walked out of the cell, the last trace of red had fallen from the sky.

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It was mid-July when the bad news reached Gongsun Zhi. He pushed open the bedroom door and looked at the girl in the room, not knowing how to speak.