Chapter 3: Dong Zhuo's Ambition

Seeing Liu Bian's hands raised and coughing twice, Wang Yue's heart jumped suddenly, and his back couldn't help but stiffen and stiffen, but his brows were lowered, and his hands were hugged in front of his chest, making a gesture of listening to teachings.

At this time, Liu Bian had a plan in his heart, and now the identity of the Han Emperor is a double-edged sword, falling into the hands of careerists, then he is the temple gate, those clay statues that are enshrined, when needed, they will be moved out to show off, and when they are not needed, they will be abandoned like broken shoes.

But if it falls into the eyes of those courtiers who are still loyal to the Han family, this important status can make him a true god, the lord of the world, and the supreme emperor.

Since you know the course of history, why don't you make good use of your existing advantages? Since God sent Wang Yue at this time, and couldn't he just use Wang Yue's ability to escape the current catastrophe and save his life? Thinking of this, Liu Yanqing cleared his throat and prepared to speak.

At this time, Liu Bian, what he thought in his heart, was that it was best to leave Luoyang immediately, and the farther away from that person was the ruthless Dong Fat Man, the better, as for whether he could be the emperor in the future, Liu Bian didn't think about it so much.

"It is really a wind that knows the strength of the grass, the country is in turmoil to show loyal ministers, Wang Aiqing is really an example of all the secretaries, a model of loyal ministers! I am very relieved! Wang Yue! ”

"The minister is here!" Hearing Liu Bian's name calling, Wang Yue hurriedly lowered his body, bowed his waist, landed on the ground with both hands, and lay down in front of Liu Bian, but his heart was like a breeze blowing, which made him itch unbearably.

"Today's Tiger Ben General Wang Yue, who is loyal to the country, has meritorious service in saving the driver, and has been specially promoted to Nangong Guard!"

Nangong Weiwei is a god and horse, and this has to start with Luoyang Palace. The Luoyang Palace is basically divided into the South Palace and the North Palace, the North Palace is the inner garden, that is, the place where the queen, concubines and princes live, and the South Palace is the place where the emperor summons the ministers and deals with the government affairs.

This Nangong Guard Captain doesn't seem to have the scenery of those generals, but he is a close minister of the Son of Heaven, with two thousand stones in the ranks, but he is second only to the three princes and five mansions (general, Taiwei, Taifu, Situ, Sikong,) The real power of the official position, think that back then, during the Western Han Dynasty, Li Guang, the flying general, served as the Weiyang guard.

Ha ha! I...... My Wang Yue's spring has finally arrived! The old tree has sprouted!

Once his wish for many years was fulfilled, Lao Wang Yue's tall body prostrate on the ground trembled with excitement for a while, and old tears flowed!

"Old ...... Old minister, Xie ...... Thank you, Your Majesty! Wang Yue choked up and was very excited.

"I'll go, a generation of dignified swordsmanship masters, how can I make it like Fan Jin!"

Looking at Wang Yue's performance, Liu Wei was also funny in his heart, but when he thought of Fan Jin, his heart couldn't help jumping, in case this old man really lost his mind like Fan Jin, then the game would be over.

"Ahem...... Wang Yue! ”

Liu Bian didn't want to break it just after finding a crutch, and just when he was about to open his mouth to appease him, he saw Wang Yue suddenly straighten up, his eyes flashed, he turned over and stood up and half-squatted on Liu Bian's side, one hand on the ground, the other hand tightly held the ancient long sword at his waist, and listened with his ears up.

"Wang Yue, you are ......" At this moment, the old official fan in front of him trembled and changed into a man-devouring tiger, with all his beards and hair, and his momentum was compelling.

"Back to Your Majesty, there seem to be a large number of soldiers outside, patrolling here."

"Ah......h

Although Wang Yue is an official fan, but his ability is not boastful, he said that there are a large number of soldiers who are searching, naturally it will not be fake, so what is the identity of these soldiers, Liu Wei can think of it with his ass.

"The king, go quickly!" Liu Wei lifted Wang Yue's shoulders and stood up "poof".

"Your Majesty, you ......"

"Silence! Get me out of here, and don't meet those soldiers! At this time, Liu Fanna had time to explain to Wang Yue, and directly gave the order.

"Whoa! The old minister will escort His Majesty back to the palace! Wang Yue turned to one side, reached out and grabbed Liu Bian's wrist, and with a little force, he carried Liu Bian on his back, and turned around to run in the direction of Luoyang.

"Wang Yue, don't go back to the palace now, go to the mountains to avoid it first!"

Not to mention that there is still chaos in the palace now, Dong Zhuo's Xiliang soldiers and horses will be able to reach the capital in a while, and returning to the palace at this time is tantamount to sending sheep into the tiger's mouth, even if Wang Yue is in the cow, but he is alone with a sword, and he is the opponent of hundreds of thousands of Xiliang troops!

What does Liu think about it, Wang Yue doesn't know, but in his heart, he has his own thoughts, now in the capital, relatives and eunuchs are killed, it is indeed a little inappropriate to return to the palace at this time, if you can take the emperor to the mountains to avoid it, and after the situation is stable, he is not the first person to escort the savior?

Thinking of this, Lao Wang sang happily, and his body spread, like a spirit leopard, and the rabbit fell and swept towards the depths of the woods.

At the same time that Wang Yue rescued Liu Wei, on the official road leading to Luoyang, the Flying Bear Army led by Li Wei had already slowed down their horses and moved slowly.

And in the center of the Flying Bear Army's guard, on top of a black and shiny tall Xiliang war horse, there was a fat man, this big man was forty upwards, his face was dark, a pair of sideburns and cheeks, bent and covered under the chin, under the rich broom eyebrows, was a pair of cowbell eyes with a proud look, and a black iron armor was worn on the top and bottom of the body, making this big man look from afar, like an American-style grenade that has been magnified countless times, black and round!

And beside this big man, on the war horse walking side by side, a handsome young man, with an anxious look on his face, said something to the big man.

"Dong Tingshi, have you ever found my imperial brother!" Talking boy, who will Liu Xie, besides Liu Liu's brother, be it!

And the big man who walked side by side with Liu Xie was not an outsider, it was the Xiliang Thorn Shi Dong Zhuo Dong Zhongying, the biggest nightmare and knot in Liu Xie's heart!

"Your Highness, a certain family has already sent a soldier to go, you don't have to be so anxious, this barren mountain and wilderness, it's so easy to find someone!" Dong Zhuo's fat hand waved, his tone was presumptuous, and he didn't pay any attention to Liu Xie's anxious face.

"Dong Tingshi, that's not an ordinary person, it's my Han Emperor, you can afford to deal with something wrong!?"

"Oh!?" Hearing Liu Xie's words, Dong Zhuo's black face sank, and the cowbell's big eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"King Chen Liu, are you accusing the old man?"

"Uh...... You...... I ......" was forced by Dong Zhuo's fierce and vicious appearance, even the intelligent and precocious Liu Xie was also blushing and angry.

"No wonder the Imperial Brother would say that these Xiliang troops are all a group of barbarians, they are really barbaric and rude, arrogant!"

Just when Liu Xie was secretly slandering in his heart and faintly regretting it, there was a sound of "dada" horses' hooves behind him. I saw a young man in a cyan Confucian robe and a white-faced short-bearded scribe in his twenties, urging the horse to Dong Zhuo's side.

"General!" The scribe came to Dong Zhuo's side and shouted.

"Wenyou? What's the matter with you? Dong Zhuo turned his eyes to look at Li Ru and Li Wenyou, and asked.

"General......" As he spoke, Li Ru leaned to Dong Zhuo's side and whispered in Dong Zhuo's ear.

I don't know what Li Ru said, but I saw Dong Zhuo's big cowbell eyes opening wider and wider, and there was a trace of greed in his arrogant and rude eyes, and the ambition in his heart also quietly boiled.