In the mountains and forests, I didn't wait for the wind to hear, but I saw a walker coming along the mountain road.

He wore a soap-bottomed white-collared monk's robe and carried a Zen staff in his hand.

Perhaps because the green tree was too well camouflaged, he didn't notice the strangeness of the surrounding mountains and forests, so he followed the mountain road all the way to here.

If the ordinary wandering yellow turban thief went up the mountain, he was afraid that he would be killed by random arrows at the foot of the mountain, but this person was opened by the net.

Chen Jue stood in the green tree house, watched the man go up the mountain from a distance, and frowned.

"You're still going to make a move?"

"That's going to kill you?"

"Is that not the case?"

Listening to her rhetorical question, Chen Jue glanced back at Allure, and actually vaguely felt that there was something strange between the person's walks.

Cloth-clothed monks?

In the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms, there are many demons in the world, but the famous cloth-clothed monk is really not very common.

……

The defense tower position that Chen Jue had delayed for a long time here was finally built in the wilderness, although most of the Yellow Turban thieves were still attacking the city and had no time to run to these barren mountains, but the centuries-old heritage of Huangfu Song and the Han Dynasty was still there, and the three Zhang Jiao brothers could not afford to make much waves.

It won't be long before the defeated Yellow Turban thieves will flee to such mountains and forests to occupy the mountains and become kings, especially Qingzhou, which will become Cao Mengde's main Qingzhou army in the future.

Chen Jue naturally also intends to wait for the rabbit, waiting to recruit a group of people for future needs.

After all, he really doesn't have the energy to recruit people with real money.

On the other hand, with Dong Zhuo's strong suppression in Luoyang City, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty have become resentful, and from time to time there will be night-walking guests wandering in Luoyang City after the curfew.

Even if he couldn't catch up with Spirit Emperor Liu Hong, who had just passed away, he was actually very arrogant.

In the Luoyang Palace, a thin eunuch covered in blood was carried by two janitors and dragged over the high threshold.

On the top of the main hall, the sturdy Dong Zhuo has now changed the square crown, and he has long been an official worshipper of the Taishi, and he is actually the first person in the Han Dynasty today.

"Master Dong, spare me!"

The thin eunuch obviously looked like he was going to die, and when he saw the hall, he seemed to know that if he didn't speak, he would have no chance, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

One of the guards on the left and right punched him in the back, interrupting his begging for mercy.

The other person stepped forward quickly and presented a jade belt inlaid with gold and jade.

There are lines of small characters clearly written on the silk behind the jade belt, and he tearfully denounces Dong Zhuo's domineering and calls on the ministers of the world to be diligent.

Dong Zhuo just glanced at it and casually threw the jade belt aside, lowered his eyelids, and said indifferently.

"Who wrote this?"

"It's Your Majesty......"

Before he finished speaking, Dong Zhuo waved his hand indifferently, and the guard with a knife on the frame couldn't help but say, and directly dragged the little eunuch out of the door.

At this point, the little eunuch did not dare to hide it, and cried and reported a series of names.

These names implicate two or three out of ten people in the court today, and their power is so great that they must not dare to deal with it easily when Emperor Ling is in power.

But in Dong Zhuo's hands, even if he knew that he couldn't eradicate the forces behind them, it was worth slapping them in front of the world.

"Master and slow down."

As soon as Dong Zhuo's murderous intent arose, someone on the side of the hall spoke to stop him.

"Now that the Han world is in danger, if it is too ruthless, I am afraid that it will cause the major families to disagree."

"Suit? I, Dong Zhuo, went back to Luoyang to ask them to serve? ”

“……”

This sentence was plain and unfazed, but it fell in the ears of the handsome scholar under the hall, but he couldn't answer.

His name is Li Ru, a famous family of Hongnong, a rich scholar with five cars, and the name of a doctor, he is one of Dong Zhuo's think tanks, but it is a pity that Confucianism is Confucianism, and he is meticulous in all aspects, and he can't see the general trend or dare not believe it.

"The people implicated in the edict will be punished by the three clans, and the rest of the civil officials and military generals will all be punished by the nine clans."

Dong Zhuo waved his hand lightly, and the two guards with knives on the main hall took the order, leaving only Li Ru and other thinkers with a somewhat ugly face.

You must know that before entering Luoyang, they were all single-mindedly thinking about how to help Dong Zhuo rebuild his reputation step by step, weigh the power of the major families, and get their support to determine the world.

But what Dong Zhuo is doing at the moment is undoubtedly far from the expectations and calculations of the think tanks.

Dong Zhuo, who was on the top of the main hall, inadvertently saw the expressions on everyone's faces, but he was silent and didn't say anything at all.

After a while, he asked indifferently.

"Where will the Pioneer Lang be?"

"Back to the Taishi, today is Situ Wang Yun's family banquet."

Between the words, the guard with the knife who replied did not say where Lu Bu went, but only mentioned Wang Yun, and it seemed that he had already returned to Dong Zhuo about the matter.

Hearing Wang Yun's name, Dong Zhuo's expressionless face was covered with a rare layer of gloom, even if he was now rampant in Luoyang City, but when he heard the name of this little Situ, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

In fact, what Dong Zhuo was afraid of was not Wang Yun, but the woman recruited by Wang Yun's family, a beautiful woman who captivated the country and the city.

Outside the palace, Luoyang City has been as prosperous and lively as it has been for more than 300 years, and there is an endless stream of merchants from the south and north in the thirteen square markets on the street, and all kinds of rare things can be found in all directions.

Outside the lively streets and alleys, a large compound in the corner of the city center is continuously intertwined, called Sifang Lane, which is the residence of today's officials of the central government.

One of the inconspicuous royal mansions is constantly bustling for a long time at the moment.

Situ is one of the six kings, second only to the three princes, and he can be regarded as a talking figure in the court.

It's just that Emperor Liu Hong couldn't control the court pattern when he was there, so that the buying and selling of such officials was endless, and if there were flames all over the place today, the name of Situ was no longer as prominent and majestic as in the past.

In the eyes of the residents near Sifang Lane, Situ Wangyun has always been a Confucian temperament, low-key and humble, and he will not even set off firecrackers for the New Year, but he didn't expect the mansion to be so lively now.

From time to time, passers-by can't help but take a look, but unfortunately they can only see the high wall of the Zhu Gate, and they can't see what the situation is.

In Wang Yun's mansion, a group of maids walked into the small hall of the side courtyard with small steps, holding a pot of wine, and came out in a blink of an eye.

Between coming and going, in a hurry, I don't know how much wine was sent in.

The strange thing is that Jin Ling'er sounded in the small hall, as if someone was watching the play and dancing, but no sound of speech came out.

Looking from the carved wooden window, in the small hall of the side courtyard with simple decoration, a sturdy man in a hideous tiger armor, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, is heroic and extraordinary, and is picking up the wine bottle one after another to drink.

A pair of tiger eyes looked intently at a woman in the small hall.

Strangely, the woman did not dance, but yawned and pouted in boredom.