Dong Zhuo returned to Luoyang with the young emperor Liu Wei, who was so powerful that he was worshiped as the Taishi and awarded the honor guard of the three princes, and he was in the limelight for a while.

On the contrary, his murderous intent became more and more obvious, and in less than half a month, the entire court was already panicked, and the officials were panicked.

Invisibly, the dark places have walked through the streets and alleys of Luoyang several times, and the black-clothed doormen from various houses seem to feel that this is not right, and there is a lot less wind for a while.

It's just that the invisible cold aura of slaughter is still entrenched and rising in Luoyang City, like a coiled dragon and a crouching tiger, and the mountain rain is coming.

In this cloud-shrouded Luoyang City, in the courtyard of the Cai family in the corner of the east gate, an old man was sitting on a round stone bench looking at a beautiful woman in a light purple dress not far away.

On the stone table next to the stone bench, there is a small red clay stove, on which a pot of clay pot tea is brewed, the tea soup is fluttering, the water is steaming, and it feels warm from afar.

The beautiful woman in the lilac dress carefully took care of the peony in the corner, and casually lit a green leaf, the dew melted at her fingertips, and the cold feeling made her come back to her senses, and she subconsciously glanced at the dim sky.

Before you know it, it's almost night.

There are no sunny days in Luoyang City these days, but the gloomy canopy does not rain, which looks really annoying.

As if noticing that she was looking up at the sky, the old man sitting at the stone table picked up the teacup, brushed the tea foam on the tea soup with the tea lid, and asked casually.

"Yan'er thinks that this time, what chance can the wolf butcher have?"

Hearing her father Cai Yong's question, Cai Wenji came back to her senses and looked at the peonies blooming in front of her.

It is also strange to say that when it is close to the end of autumn, the peonies in this yard are still so beautiful, and there is no decline at all.

"Dong Taishou is a capable person, but it's a pity that this momentum is like the sun falling in the sky, and it can't be measured by the glow of Doumi."

"Yan'er thinks he can't make it?"

Cai Wenji reached out and picked a goose-yellow peony and said lightly.

"If he is really 100% sure, he will not be so flamboyant as soon as he enters Luoyang City. Killing and killing is not a long-term solution after all, the Han Dynasty has exhausted the world's qi, and countless nights have been peeking at the thirteen state capitals in the world for a long time, and it is not something that he can suppress as a Dong Zhongying. ”

Cai Yong was silent when he heard this, but just took a sip of the hot tea, and there was no rebuttal between the words.

After Dong Zhuo entered Luoyang, he was resolute and wanted to rely on the set of stoppers outside the plug to calm the occasion, but unfortunately he still underestimated the hearts of the people in the world.

Back then, Emperor Ling was not dead, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty would be impeached by eunuchs every once in a while.

The ministers are so shrewd, how can they not see that Zhang Rang and the other eunuchs are the last honor guards of Emperor Ling?

Even so, like a herd of cowering hyenas, they follow the dying elephants and take a bite when they get the chance.

People's hearts are so far, even if Taizu is alive, he can't be suppressed, let alone a barbarian with a side stop?

A cup of tea was taken a few sips intermittently, and when it was already dark, Cai Yong put down the teacup and let out a long sigh.

He is today's great Confucian, cultivating the morality of the monarch and the minister, and now that the building is about to fall, how can he continue?

Cai Wenji was in a daze for a long time with the bouquet of goose-yellow peonies, and then she heard a long sigh from her father, and then she came back to her senses and said softly.

"Has Father already decided?"

"There is nothing to decide or not, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, for the sake of you two sisters, the old man has to be selfish."

Although the words were relaxed and freehand, Cai Yong's face was not relieved.

Confucianism Haoran, respect for heaven and earth, respect for monarchs and ministers, adoptive parents, this friendship, he Cai Yong is naturally unforgettable.

Now that Emperor Ling has died, only the young emperor Liu Wei is left, and the wolves in the government and the opposition look around, even if Dong Zhuo comes strongly, he is afraid that he will not be able to support himself in the end.

At this time, he Cai Yong still ran away in a gray manner, no matter how you look at it, those bunches of gentlemen and sage books are all read in vain.

But even if he stays in Luoyang, what can he do?

Thinking of this, Cai Yong let out a long sigh again, raised his head and looked at Cai Wenji's slender figure like a willow, as if he thought of something, and asked.

"That mangy girl hasn't seen anyone for the past few days, where has she gone?"

"Yingxuan? I haven't seen her in a few days. ”

Hearing Cai Yong mention his sister, Cai Wenji remembered that she had a younger sister.

In Cai's house, Cai Wenji inherited Cai Yong's knowledge and wisdom, and what the father and daughter thought, Cai Yingxuan couldn't guess or keep up at all, and she always did her own thing.

It's just that now in this stormy time, Cai Wenji doesn't dare to let Cai Yingxuan wander around.

"Maybe she's in the West Wing, I'll go and have a look."

"If you find it, bring her over, and we'll pack up and leave the place."

Cai Wenji was also silent, she was calm at first, and after going around the corner, her figure flickered, and she disappeared in an instant.

She said it very lightly before, but only now did she remember that the strange man in the mansion with a Confucian heart was gone!

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Just as Cai Wenji was in a hurry to find Cai Yingxuan's whereabouts, in the barren mountains hundreds of miles outside Luoyang City, a group of Yellow Turban Youyong with wooden knives and spears ran down the mountain road with shouts.

Before they could run far, there was only a black cloud covering their heads, and the little leader of the yellow turban in the lead turned blue with fright, and said hurriedly.

"Disperse!"

As soon as the words fell, with a loud "bang", a boulder fell from the sky, directly smashing several people running in front of them into meat paste on the spot.

The remaining 100 or so people dispersed, and as soon as they fled into the forest, they heard the sharp sound of "Xiu Xiu Xiu".

In the seemingly calm forest, there is actually endless killing opportunities!

A few screams disappeared into the woods, accompanied by vines spreading among the dead branches and leaves, and the corpses of the Yellow Turban You Yong who touched the ground were dragged into the depths of the woods.

And in the woods, with the death of hundreds of yellow turbans, the sound of inexplicable breathing was extraordinarily long.

Before there was any movement in the forest, I suddenly heard a muffled sound of "bang".

A half-sized white-haired fox suddenly fell from a lush and vigorous green tree.

The fox fell all the way, smashed on the branches, and fell to the ground with a "bang" even if there was a layer of dead leaves.

It's just that the fox is also capable, and he didn't breathe when he fell down from such a tall tree, and he fainted on the ground for a while, turned his head and climbed up the trunk of the tree numbly.

As soon as he climbed into the canopy, he rushed inside and cursed.

"The surname is Chen, the old lady has to kill you today!"