When Li Le knew that his young master was injured, he finally knew why the yellow scarves in the city were so crazy, if he had known earlier, maybe he would have been so crazy, and the soldiers would not retreat, charge, and advance until they died in battle.

Now, together with the others, he is standing outside Zhang Yu's hut, not training troops, not looking for camps, and not talking, just here silently guarding the people in the house.

Inside the house, Zhang Yu didn't wake up, bleeding too much and being weak and dizzy, how could he wake up so easily. Bian did not leave an inch, guarding Zhang Yu, afraid of another accident, and prayed silently in his heart.

Xiao Ling'er on the side was buried in Yan's arms and fell asleep early, Yan held her daughter, the trouble of taking arrows during the day made her physically and mentally exhausted, leaning on the edge of the bed, falling asleep, the mother slept very comfortably, although there was no bed but still warm, maybe dreaming, I don't know if I dreamed of Lu Bu, or dreamed of Fengxian.

Zhang Yu also dreamed, he dreamed that he and Cao Cao were discussing the affairs of the world, although he didn't even know what Cao Cao looked like, drinking a glass of green plum sake, the late Han Dynasty finally returned, the yellow scarf was the people of Luoyang, and the eastern capital was restored to Han'an. The dream is beautiful, and I don't know when it will come true.

One night, the moon left the stage of the sky and invited the sun. The early morning sun poured into the house without hesitation, and the person lying on the bed finally woke up, shook his head, his head still hurt a little, he was a little dizzy, he got out of bed and put on his boots, changed his clothes, and only heard the news outside the house.

"Report to the lord, General Xiahou has sent an urgent report, saying that the Son of Heaven may be in Luoyang!"

Shaking his head, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and confirming it again, Cao Cao was finally completely sobered up by this amazing news.

Somewhere in Chen Liu, there was a heroic laughter, and then there was a cry, "Heaven lives up to my Mengde!" ”

Asked the herald again, "Then General Xiahou took back Luoyang and saved the Son of Heaven?" ”

Truthfully replied, "No, there are countless yellow turbans in the city, the general can't attack it, and it is surrounded and consumed, and the general said that what the yellow turban said about binding the Son of Heaven is probably empty words." ”

Is the Son of Heaven really in Luoyang? The Yellow Turban Remnant Party is reckless again? At this time, Cao Cao's psychological gap is a little big, not to mention the chaos after the yellow scarf, where the Son of Heaven is, his head wind almost wants to recur.

After thinking about it, the corners of his mouth rose, and the plan was out.

This matter can't let me think alone, the world should let the world think, take advantage of this, Meng De wants to see what your heart is like.

In the summer of 190 AD, Luoyang burned down for more than three months, and there was an astonishing theory in the world.

Cao Cao's edict told the Quartet, where Luoyang was, the Yellow Turban rose again, held the Son of Heaven hostage, and then opposed the Han Dynasty, looking forward to all parties, gathering troops, accumulating more grain, going to Luoyang, suppressing the Yellow Turban, saving the young emperor, removing the national thief, and Andahan.

As soon as this edict came out, the princes of the world exploded, each weighing, some people immediately raised troops, and some people questioned Cao Cao, how do you know that the Son of Heaven is in Luoyang? More people are silent, not knowing what is going on in their hearts.

The moon sees everything on the earth in its eyes, hides it in its heart, and is silent.

It's been three or four days, and it's been so long since I've woken up, lying in bed, Zhang Yu can't understand why things have turned out like this. Looking at his arms wrapped like zongzi, it shouldn't be a big deal, but I don't know how long I have to recuperate.

But the situation in Luoyang is much worse than his own arm. After the Yellow Turban went out of the city to attack that day, the Cao army outside the city did not move anymore, did not attack the city, but did not withdraw the army, and surrounded it like this. At first, Zhang Yu didn't know his intentions, until he sneaked out of the house yesterday and saw someone competing for turf, which made it clear that Luoyang had no food and was self-defeating.

sent Xu Huang to take Liu Xie to discuss with him, but he didn't even see his face, and shot back with random arrows. Zhang Yu wondered, why did he just refuse to believe it? Xiahoudun doesn't believe it, why doesn't Cao Cao believe it, why so many people in the world don't believe it!

The minister has no courtier's heart, and the twilight is not the Han! This is the flow of history?!

But history is not a beast, it should not eat people, the nearly 200,000 Han people in the city should not end up in such a tragic ending, Zhang Yu does not want to see this ending, he must do something to change these.

I wanted to raise my hand and bite my nails to think, but unfortunately my hand was firmly held in Bian's hand and refused to let go, which was a punishment for sneaking out yesterday.

The other hand, the slightest movement of the hand hurt to death, let alone lift, he could only stare at the moon outside the window that knew everything, thinking about how to deal with it.

Thinking of headaches, every now and then, he would always complain about why there was no serious strategist in the yellow scarf, and how good it would be for him to help me with advice! Indignant, complaining about the injustice of fate, with resentment and a mind full of questions, he went in his dream to find a counselor.

The next day, Xiao Ling'er, as in the past, came to Zhang Yu's house to call Zhang Yu, to see if Xiao Yuzi's hands were good, and also brought some strange weeds and insects, afraid that Xiao Yuzi would be bored, and she was afraid that she would be bored. Xiao Liu Xie has been missing since that day, and he doesn't know where he was taken by that group of adults, and he was bored by himself.

Seeing that someone was coming, Bian let go of his hand, pulled Xiao Ling'er aside, whispered something, glanced at Zhang Yu twice, and then hurriedly went out, leaving the two children.

The mother is actually gone, the opportunity is rare, Zhang Yu has to seize the opportunity, a fish jump, jumped out of bed, ignored the mess of clothes, and wanted to go to the door.

However, after two steps, the pulling of the corners of his clothes made him have to stop his pace.

"Xiao Ling'er, what are you doing?"

"Xiao Yuzi, what are you doing? Aunt asked me to watch you, you can't go out. ”

"Xiao Ling'er, I'm going to buy you a sugar gourd."

"Liar!"

"Really, buy three!"

This is an incredible temptation, his mind is full of the seductive ruddy, and he let go of his hand slightly, "Really, really?" ”

The little girl is easy to deceive, her little feet kicked, her body swung, she broke free of her little hands, went straight to the house, and threw down a sentence.

"Really, wait until I get back!"

Xiao Ling'er just wanted to say that she would take me along, but suddenly remembered that there was no sugar gourd to sell in Luoyang now, Xiao Yuzi was lying again, and remembered Xiao Yu's mother's explanation, and rushed out of the house.

"Xiao Yuzi come back soon, what should I do if you leave, how can I tell my aunt."

However, Xiao Yuzi had already ridden on Xu Huang's back, escaped dozens of meters away, and ran outside the house.

"You can do it!"

Angry Xiao Ling'er stomped her feet.

"Young master, we escaped like this, if the master mother blames me, how about it?"

"I'm the young master, I'll keep you innocent, don't treat people at any time, run faster, and get to the city tower quickly!"

Xu Huang ran all the way to the east gate, and went up to the city tower, where Zhang Yu was injured that day, the blood stains had been cleaned well, leaving no traces, and the two broken drums were still standing there in a daze, quietly waiting for others to beat him.

Yang Feng, who was guarding the city here, said hello to Li Le, exchanged a few words, and the four of them went out and went to look downstairs, saying that they would wait and see the enemy's situation.

For some reason, Yang Feng and Li Le always thought of ways to stop Zhang Yu, and the more they stopped, the more curious Zhang Yu became, what happened to the city?

There's nothing wrong with the city, it's just a hell.

On the blood-stained battlefield, countless corpses of yellow turbans were artificially piled up in front of the Luoyang City Gate, with broken arms and legs, emitting a disgusting breath, and some of the corpses of yellow turbans were stripped of their clothes and bent up alive with wooden sticks, exposed to the wind and sun, and there was a pile of ashes there, and the unburned remains were vaguely visible.

Those people, it seems that I talked to them more than ten days ago, and practiced!

Suffering in life, suffering after death, suffering in the prosperity of the country, suffering in the chaos of the country, this is the people of the troubled world? Army of Troubled Times?

The germination of seeds needs water and nutrients, and the one in Zhang Yu's heart is no exception.

Self-blame is nourishment.

Sadness is nourishment.

Anger is nourishment.

Hatred is the greatest nourishment.

Before I knew it, the seed had woken up and quietly sprouted.

"Less, young master, don't look any further, let's go down first."

Don't dare to look more, don't want to see more.

"Go down, don't look at it."

left an intriguing weak back, and a shadow that was stretched very long.