At night, outside the queen's bedroom, a figure appeared out of thin air and knocked on the door of the dormitory.

Outside the queen's bedroom, the eunuchs and maids guarding were drowsy and unconscious, and they didn't notice that a person had entered the queen's bedroom.

Jian Shuo was naked, looked at the Empress Lingsi who was shining with a streamer in her eyes and said: "The true meaning of illusion is three points true and seven points false, if you want the saint to be infatuated with her, you and I must do the things of men and women, arouse the saint's desire, so as to complete our plan!" ”

Empress Lingsi's eyes revealed a look of appreciation, admiring her burly body, and said with lust in her eyes: "But you are a eunuch who has been taken from the palace, are you..."

"Hahaha, I said that the true meaning of illusion is three points true and seven points false, so..." Jian Shuo just finished speaking, Queen Lingsi looked at Jian Shuo's lower body with a look of surprise, and suddenly pounced on Jian Shuo, Jian Shuo looked stunned and said: "How long has it been since the Holy Lord has been with you..."

"Bang bang bang..." There was a knock on the door, and Emperor Han Ling put down the scroll and said with a moving expression: "Someone!" ”

Zhao Zhong immediately appeared, clenched his fists and said, "Holy Lord, what do you have to tell the old slave?" Emperor Han Ling's expression was a little abnormal: "Didn't you hear someone knocking on the door?" ”

"Nope!" Zhao Zhong looked puzzled, walked towards the door, opened it and looked left and right, then closed the door again, returned to Emperor Han Ling, looked at Emperor Han Ling who was stunned there and said, "Holy Lord!" There's no one outside..."

Emperor Han Ling pushed Zhao Zhong away, and said with a hesitant expression: "She came in..."I saw a plump body, beautiful appearance, and a woman with a witty look in her eyes appeared in front of him, this woman was elegant with a hint of charm, it was the person who Emperor Han Ling thought about day and night, he said unnaturally: "Rong'er, you..."

Seeing this, Zhao Zhong remembered something, immediately exited the room, closed the door and stood outside the door, on the second day, Emperor Han Ling was sick, but on the third day, the Emperor Han Ling with a melancholy face disappeared, and a spirited and ambitious Emperor Han Ling appeared.

A few days after the return.

"The saint is sick..."Huangfu Changming rubbed his eyebrows with some concern, looked at Jian Shuo who was still kneeling in the wind and rain in the distance, and said with a sigh of relief: "Let the person outside get up, come there, or go back there!" ”

The stranger in Tsing Yi clasped his fists and blended into the shadow of Huangfu Changming, and a soldier outside led the order towards Jian Shuo, Ning Er looked a little puzzled and said, "Childe, why don't you use this person?" ”

"I can't see through this person..."Huangfu Changming said with a very serious expression, with a deep sense of jealousy in his eyes, Ning Er also looked at the person outside, frowned and said, "Don't you use the suspicious..."

"Tell the great painter, the military Sima Dong Zhuo asks to see!" The soldier's report sounded outside the tent, and the emperor's expression moved, revealing a look of great joy and said, "Hurry up, please!" ”

I saw a middle-aged man with a strong body and a full beard walking into the camp, and immediately clasped his fists and said, "The last general will meet the great painter!" ”

Huangfu Changming immediately got up and said with a laugh: "It is not easy to say goodbye when you said goodbye!" Dong Zhuo's expression moved, and he also laughed heartily: "Yes! The little kid back then has grown so big now, did the eldest brother of the emperor send troops? ”

Huangfu Changming took a stool and handed it to Dong Zhuo, and said helplessly: "Once the war starts, how can you miss your father, now you should go to the Changshe!" ”

Huangfu Changming wanted to say something, but Dong Zhuo glanced at Ning Er with a serious expression, and then whispered: "You called me here at this time, did something happen?" ”

Huangfu Changming glanced at Ning Er, and then looked at Dong Zhuo and said: "Brother Dong doesn't need to be suspicious, Zhao Escort is my person, and I won't beat around the bush with you, the younger brother has encountered some things!" ”

Huangfu Changming directly spread out a parchment scroll and said, "Brother Dong, do you know what this is?" Dong Zhuo's expression moved, picked up the parchment scroll, looked left and right, and said: "The scroll without words, I really can't see the difference..."

"This is the Taiping Sutra that General Sun retrieved from Tiandu, and some people say that those who get the Taiping Sutra will win the world!" Huangfu Changming took the scroll and threw it into the fire casually, with a different color on his face.

"Oh? Wouldn't it be a pity to burn such a precious thing? Dong Zhuo looked at the vigorous scroll burning in the fire, and a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes.

Huangfu Changming smiled and said nothing, he directly put his hand into the fire, and under the great change in Ning Er's expression, he took out the scroll, only to see that it was already covered with lines of words, and if he looked carefully, it was actually a name.

Huangfu Changming said with a mysterious look: "In fact, the Taiping Sutra has long been taken away by Zhang Jiao, this is not the Taiping Sutra, but the name of the Yellow Turban Army!" ”

"Vote for the name..."Dong Zhuo's expression showed a deep groan, and then his face changed greatly: "Brother Xian is saying that the army is mixed with the enemy's spies, and this is the name of all the enemy spies!" ”

Huangfu Changming got up and handed the parchment scroll to Dong Zhuo and said, "So I need Brother Dong to lead the soldiers of Xiliang to find out all these spies... And kill! ”

On the wall of the Changshe City, Zhu Jun was sweating profusely, looking at the sky covered by ashes, under such a fire, the reinforcements really did not come to save them...

"Give me another saliva!" Under the city of Changshe, a yellow turban soldier drank a saliva of water bare-chested, looking at the surging heat wave in the distance, if it was a while, I was afraid that the fire would swarm.

"! It's all the trouble caused by the Five Holy Sons, I have nothing to learn what to set fire to the mountain, and I don't fight and surrender to the soldiers, it's just nonsense, now let's play big, burn yourself! Another Yellow Turban soldier scolded with a sad and angry expression.

"If you keep quiet, if the Holy Son hears it, you will lose your head!" The third Yellow Turban said timidly.

"It's better to fall off than to be burned to death!" The second Yellow Turban soldier seemed to be not afraid of anything, and shouted.

Deng Mao was also sweating profusely looking at the fire in the distance, and said with some surprise: "This fire is too big..."

Bo Cai also watched in amazement, even if they uprooted the weeds and trees outside the city of Changshe, the chances of survival under such a fire were very slim!

"How's that okay?" All the people who looked at this fire couldn't help but ask in their hearts.

The city of Changshe is 100 miles away!

"Bigger! The fire is still not big enough, set that on fire, here, here, and there...", a young general pointed to dozens of soldiers with a face full of ashes.

Huangfu Song looked at the soldiers who were setting fire to the mountains and forests and shouted, "Remember! The fire doesn't need to be big, the ashes must be too much! ”

"Great!" A sound of promise sounded, Ma Yun looked funny, looked at the dusty sky in the distance, and said half-jokingly: "What if you can't wait?" ”

Huangfu Song glared at him fiercely, kicked him in the ass and said, "Go, light a fire for me, it's still not big enough!" ”

Ma Yun smiled and just walked a few steps, suddenly his face was cold, and he said with great joy: "Wait!" It's time to wait! ”

According to legend, in the seven years of drought in Shang Tang, the king of soup bathed in meditation, which made people burn their salaries and sacrifice to the sky, that is, heavy rain!

In all dynasties, there are Qiyu gods and witches, according to the ancient precepts, burning salaries to sacrifice to the sky, in order to seek heavy rain, but they don't know that burning salaries... It's the root of the rainfall!