Glaring at Yang Biao and Huang Wan angrily, Dong Zhuo's facial muscles twitched sharply, and the stubble on his cheeks that stood up like steel needles was also trembling violently.

After staring at the two of them for a while, Dong Zhuocai's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "Today, there is an army of Yuan Shao and others in the east to press the border, and there is a Baibo army in the north. Luoyang City is now like a pot of boiled minced meat, and everyone in the world wants to share it. And Chang'an City, according to the Hangu Pass in the east, and the Taihang Mountain in the north, can be said to be a husband and a man, and ten thousand people are not open! And Chang'an is close to Longyou, wood, stone, bricks and tiles are easy to prepare, and it is not difficult to rebuild the palace. As for the people of Luoyang, as long as the army is surrounded before and after, those who do not want to move to Chang'an will be killed, who dares to disagree? ”

When he said this, Dong Zhuo's face became more and more ugly, and when he reached the end, almost every word he said collapsed from between his teeth.

It's no wonder that Dong Zhuo is so angry, the matter of moving the capital has been brewing since he decided to kill Liu Wei, but for many days, Luoyang City has not been stable, in order to maintain stability, he forced this idea, and it has not been brought forward until now.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as the proposal to move the capital was said, some people jumped out to oppose it, and it was two of the three princes who were the first to oppose it.

Just as Dong Zhuo was glaring at Yang Biao and Huang Wan, another minister stood up.

The person who stood up was the last of the three princes, Sikong Xunshuang!

"Xun Sikong, could it be that you also oppose the relocation of the capital?" Seeing Xun Shuang stand up, the expression on Dong Zhuo's face became more and more gloomy, and there was a heavy chill in what he said.

Xun Shuang has been messing around in the court for a long time, and he is much older than Yang Biao and Huang Wan, where can he not see Dong Zhuo's face?

He stood up, not to persuade Dong Zhuo not to move the capital, but to reconcile with the mud and exonerate Yang Biao and Huang Wan, so as not to be harmed by Dong Zhuo in the future.

Hearing Dong Zhuo's question, Xun Shuang clenched his fists with both hands, bowed down and said to him: "The relocation of the capital of Xiangguo is an expedient measure, which is in line with the current situation, benefiting the country and the people, how dare the ministers oppose it!" ”

Dong Zhuo, who was already gloomy, turned slightly better after Xun Shuang said that he was not against moving the capital, and nodded slowly and said: "Important ministers of the imperial court, there are still a few people who understand!" ”

Arching his hand towards Dong Zhuo, Xun Shuang turned to face Yang Biao and Huang Wan, glanced at the two, and said to them: "The two are ranked as the third prince, why are they so short-sighted?" Moving the capital is a major event of the country, if it is not a last resort, Xiangguo is willing to move the capital? Yuan Shao and others gathered east of the Tiger Pass, and the Baibo army in the north was eyeing the enemy, and would launch an attack on the Luoyang area at any time. Rebellion cannot be extinguished in three or five days, and it is also a helpless move to move the capital of Xiangguo......"

"What Xun Sikong said is very true!" Before Xun Shuang's words were finished, Dong Zhuo was already stroking his palms and smiling, and said: "Sikong is a word, very suitable for a certain heart!" Yang Situ and Huang Taiwei, have you figured it out? ”

Yang Biao and Huang Wan were very unimpressed by what Xun Shuang said, but the two of them also saw that if they forcibly contradicted Dong Zhuo again, there would be no good result, so they didn't say a word, both arched their hands towards Dong Zhuo, and sat down again.

From Xun Shuang's attitude, Dong Zhuo could see that in Luoyang City, although many officials were reluctant to move the capital, few people really dared to jump out to oppose it, and when the ministers left his residence, he immediately began to prepare for the relocation of the capital.

Since entering Luoyang, Dong Zhuo has encountered the strongest opposition, and it is a scholar from Luoyang.

The scholar family is mostly an official gentry, and the family is wealthy. Dong Zhuo moved the capital, consumed no money, and only relied on the income of the imperial court, which was completely beyond his means.

After writing to Liu Xie about the move of the capital, Dong Zhuo was the first to take the scholars. In Luoyang City, many scholar families were slaughtered, especially Wu Qiong and Zhou Mi, who were the first to suggest that Dong Zhuo appoint talents, were the first to be beheaded.

The only thing that made Dong Zhuo feel annoyed was Zhu Jun, who had helped him arrest Liu Wei earlier, but he was extremely resolute in his attitude towards moving the capital.

The scholar family in Luoyang City was slaughtered, and the people inside and outside the city received the will of the imperial court to move the capital and ask the people to follow it.

On the one side, Dong Zhuo is intensively preparing to move the capital to Chang'an, and on the other side, on Woniu Mountain, Liu Wei is also ready to go down the mountain.

The night was hazy, and this was the last night that Liu Wei was about to leave Woniu Mountain and embark on the journey again.

He stood by the window with his hands on his hands, looking at the night view of the cottage outside the window. In the open space in the cottage, two of them were set on a triangular wooden frame, and the burning brazier was whining in the evening breeze, and the flames in the brazier were also swinging back and forth sharply in the wind.

Tang Ji, who was wearing a big red skirt, lowered her head and stood behind Liu Wei. Under the reflection of the candles in the room, her bright red skirt reflected the glimmer of blood.

The evening breeze blew in through the window, brushing her skirt and lifting it. The skirt fluttered, like a flame dancing in the wind, bringing a warm warmth to the house.

"Tomorrow I will lead the army down the mountain, you wait for me to come back in the cottage!" With his back to Tang Ji, Liu Wei looked at the night scene outside the window and commanded her softly.

"No!" Standing behind Liu Wei, Tang Ji bowed slightly and answered softly.

Although Tang Ji only answered softly, Liu Wei heard a little sadness in her voice.

He turned around, put his hands on Tang Ji's shoulders, looked down at her face that glowed with a pale golden luster in the candlelight, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" Could it be that I'm not here, you sleep alone, will you be afraid? ”

Tang Ji pursed his lips, shook his head vigorously, wrapped his arms around Liu Wei's waist, and although he didn't speak, two lines of tears had already burst out of his eyes.

Tears flowed down her cheeks and stained the placket on Liu Wei's chest, wetting a large piece of the placket.

Removing his hands from Tang Ji's shoulders, Liu Wei took her in his arms and said in an extremely soft tone: "Don't be like this, the separation now is just to not separate again in the future." ”

Snuggling up to Liu Wei's chest, Tang Ji nodded silently, but tears were still flowing down her pink cheeks.

Gently holding Tang Ji's cheeks with both hands, Liu Wei lowered his head, and his lips were gently imprinted on her red lips.

Tang Ji muttered, her delicate body trembled slightly, and then she closed her eyes tightly, wrapped her hands around Liu Wei's waist, and let his tongue get into her mouth.

The kiss before parting is sweet, but more sour. Two soft tongues were entangled in one place, and Tang Ji's tears were like a clear spring in the mountains, flowing non-stop.

The night is hazy, and the warm room is warm. The night before parting always passed too quickly.

Time passed little by little, and the two people who were tightly entangled in the room did not want to be separated for a moment.

The Spring Festival will eventually pass, and the dawn will eventually come!

The early morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a diamond-shaped spot of light on the floor of the house.

Liu Wei bent up, opened his eyes and looked to the side.

He was stunned to find that Tang Ji, who had always been more sleepy than him in the past, was not lying beside him.

didn't see Tang Ji, Liu Wei sat up. At the moment when he sat up, the door was opened from the outside, and Tang Ji walked in with a wooden basin of clear water in both hands.

"What did you do?" Seeing Tang Ji walk in, Liu Wei felt that his nervousness just now was somewhat funny, smiled at Tang Ji, and asked her.

"The concubine fetched some water for her husband, and the husband washed up, so that he could lead the army to the expedition!" Placing the wooden basin only two or three steps away from the bed, Tang Ji picked up the soaked linen cloth in the basin, wrung out some of the cloth, leaned over to Liu Wei's cheek, and gently wiped his face.

Her movements were very gentle, as if she was wiping an extremely precious treasure, as if she was afraid that if she used a little more force, she would break Liu Wei's skin.

"Let the soldiers do these things!" Liu Wei reached out and grabbed Tang Ji's snow-white wrist, her sleeves slipped down her arm, and on her bare arm, she was still vaguely recognizable on the day Liu Wei returned to the cottage, and she was cut by thorns because she went down the mountain to greet her.

His wrist was grabbed by Liu Wei, and Tang Ji lowered his head. After she got up in the morning, before she made up, she went out to fetch water and wash for Liu Wei, and her hair was also fluffy at this time, which added a bit of lazy beauty to her.

"The husband is about to go on the expedition, and the concubine wants to serve the husband in person......" Tang Ji lowered her head, pursed her lips, and whispered: "The concubine will wait for the husband on the mountain, wait for the husband to return triumphantly, and take the concubine back to Luoyang!" ”

"Definitely!" With a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, Liu Wei let go of the hand that grabbed Tang Ji's wrist and let her gently wipe his face with a moist linen cloth.

"Your Highness!" Tang Ji was wiping his face for Liu Wei, and Zhou Cang's voice came from outside the house: "The soldiers are ready to stop, just waiting for His Highness's order to set off!" ”

Smiling at Tang Ji, Liu Wei grabbed the armor from the side, stood up and put it on.

Tang Ji put down the wet cloth in his hand, and then got up to put on his clothes and armor for Liu Wei. While helping Liu Wei tie the waist of the leather armor, she held back the tears that almost burst out of her eyes.

The feeling of holding back tears, even if it is a man, will be very uncomfortable. Tang Ji is a daughter's family, not to mention what kind of sorrow that kind of reluctance from the bottom of her heart will bring her.

Her eyes were red, and she couldn't hold back and didn't cry. Helping Liu Wei tie up the leather armor, she stood sideways, lowered her head, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Husband go slowly, the concubine is not far away!" ”

Knowing the pain in Tang Ji's heart, Liu Wei didn't say anything more to her, just reached out and gently stroked her cheek, turned around and walked out of the house.

Liu Wei's steps were very big, and after he walked out of the door, Tang Ji, who had been holding back tears, could no longer restrain the sadness and reluctance in his heart, and the tears rolled down like broken beads in an instant.