Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1043 Chang'an Under the Undercurrent

Chang'an City.

Since Dong Zhuo led the army to set off, the capital has become much quieter.

Compared with the previous year and the last year when Dong Zhuo was at the court, he fired open swords and dark arrows, killing people, killing heads and corpses everywhere. For the royalist ministers, the current moment is a rare peaceful day.

But the more peaceful the day, the more the storm is coming.

Weiyang Palace will be the battlefield of this storm.

After the imperial court moved south, this palace city has been rested five or six times. Some dilapidated palace walls and palaces have been rebuilt, but there is no major repair, and it always looks a little old and declining.

In the courtyard of the palace, under a tree, Liu Xie was wearing an ordinary brocade robe, playing chess with himself. On the chessboard, he played every chess piece in place, forming an evenly matched chess game.

"Come on!"

He stared at the chessboard, as if the chessboard was his world, and he was playing with his world, muttering in a low voice: "It would be better if you all died!"

As the emperor, he is more aggrieved than anyone else.

In the era of Liu Bian, the great Han Dynasty still had some influence, but since Luoyang City was burned down and forced to move south to Chang'an, the imperial court had already existed in name only, and the emperor was just a decoration.

He, Liu Xie, the current emperor, can do without ordering Longshouyuan, but even in this square inch of Weiyang Palace, he still has to depend on Dong Zhuo's mood to survive. These years, he has not gone crazy, which is already a great achievement. Endurance.

But patience until now, is already the limit.

He didn't want to bear it anymore.

He has to fight.

Even if he was going to die in the end, he couldn't wait like this, because he was afraid that if he waited and waited like this, he would never have a chance to stand up again, and the big man might really have no hope.

"No matter what, this battle must not be defeated, brother emperor, I have to prove one thing, I am more suitable to be emperor than you!"

A sharp light burst out from Liu Xie's gloomy eyes, which shot straight into the sky.

In this life, although he has been left out in the cold, he has not done too many things against his will. The only one is to set fire to the Changqiu Palace and kill Empress Dowager He. Covering it, I always feel ashamed in my heart.

So he wants to prove to his ancestors that he is more suitable to be the emperor of the Han Dynasty than Liu Bian.

Only in this way can he explain to his ancestors.

"Lengzi!" Liu Xie shouted.

"His Majesty!"

A young servant trotted over.

"Where did Chang Shi Zhao go?"

"Report to Your Majesty, Lord Zhao has gone to Lantian!"

"Lan Tian?" Liu Xie narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Surround Jingwu spies!"

"A spy from Jingwu Division? Mu Longtu, your hands are too long!"

Liu Xie frowned, his eyes cold and murderous.

He pondered for a while, and said to the servant: "As soon as Zhao Changshi comes back, let him come to see me immediately!"

At present, he is trapped in Weiyang Palace, and there are not many people who can be trusted in the imperial court, and some ministers of the royalist party are closely watched by those in Xiliang. loyal.

The eunuchs of Zhao Zhong's generation have gone through several dynasties, and their loyalty to the Han family is unmatched, and he absolutely trusts them.

"promise!"

The young servant nodded.

"His Majesty!"

Another servant walked in quickly from outside.

"Ruizi, what's the matter?" Liu Xie asked in a low voice.

It is also not safe in this palace. Many maids and servants are presented by Xiliang. They are the eyeliner of the Grand Master's Mansion. The eyeliner staring at him can be trusted by him only by chatting with a few people.

"Your Majesty, someone put this letter in front of your servant's bed today. The servant didn't dare to delay and sent it to Your Majesty immediately!" The servant handed over a letter.

"Respect the Son of Heaven!"

Liu Xie looked at the handwriting on the secret letter, and his expression changed slightly: "If you dare to hand over the letter to you, then you must know that you are my confidant, who would do that?"

"I was cultivated secretly by Zhao Changshi. Even in the palace, there are not many people who know it. This person must understand us!"

Said the thin servant.

"interesting!"

Liu Xie opened the letter, looked at it carefully, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "So it's them, Mu Longtu's hands are really long!"

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Enter Situ's mansion.

If it is the palace battlefield, then the Situ Mansion is already the eye of the storm.

The current Situ Wang Yun is the leader of the loyal ministers of the Han Dynasty, the leader of the royalist party in the imperial court, and the enemy of the Xiliang Group in the imperial court. Whether it is outside or inside the mansion, countless eyes are staring at him.

Xiliang is extremely powerful, killing people is just an order.

The former ministers of the Han Dynasty, everyone is in danger.

But for so many years, as the leader of the royalist party, Wang Yun was still able to stand in the court, which already showed his ability and his cautiousness.

Wang Yun never gave anyone a chance to catch him, coupled with his reputation in the world, even if Xiliang wanted to kill him, Dong Zhuo gritted his teeth and wanted to kill him, but he still didn't dare to do it.

Gentlemen are not two words.

Rather, it represents a force that cannot be ignored.

Just like Mu Jing was in Yizhou, even if he seized the military power, paid taxes, and countless people were on his side, he still had to be wary of those Yizhou aristocratic families.

Dong Zhuo was in charge of the imperial court, and he was extremely jealous of the gentry in Guanzhong. No one could ignore the power of this group of people. Even if it was as strong as the Xiliang Group, they would have to respect Wang Yun three points. If Wang Yun was moved, the involvement would be too great.

It will even make Xiliang a public enemy.

So Wang Yun has been alive and well.

Today, Wang Yun is resting at home. When he is resting, he likes to read and write. He has learned a lot in his life and has outstanding literary talent. If there is anyone in literature that he is ashamed of, that is Cai Yong.

Cai Yong is not inferior to him in terms of knowledge and ability. The most important thing is that Cai Yong has a calligraphy that he is proud of. Cai Yong's Feibai style is the director of many famous calligraphers, and he has integrated his own thoughts and knowledge. , unique.

In today's world, calligraphy No. 1 is none other than him.

In the past few years, Wang Yun has also practiced calligraphy hard, but he has copied countless, but still can't make any progress. It is too difficult to compare with Cai Yong's achievements in the study.

"Daddy, take a break!"

The girl in the green skirt walked into the study with a cup of tea, looked at Wang Yun who was hard at work on calligraphy, put down the things in her hand, and went forward with a towel to wipe off her sweat.

"old!"

Wang Yun said with a wry smile: "I have only been writing for half an hour, and I can't bear it anymore. I think when I was young, I used to write for a day to practice calligraphy, and I couldn't get tired. Now I am really old!"

"Daddy is not old!" the girl in the green skirt said with a smile.

"Xiu'er, it's Daddy who delayed you!" Wang Yun looked at the beautiful girl, put down the pen in his hand, and said softly: "If Daddy is not in Chang'an now, he is feared by others, and his every move will lead to the struggle of the court. It's time to make a marriage promise to you, so that you won't be the laughing stock of countless people without anyone coming to propose marriage until now!"

In this era, women who are fifteen years old can be married.

Once you can't get married, you will be criticized by others.

But Wang Yun's daughter, in Chang'an now, is a hot potato, Wang Yun can't let anyone hold the ground, although there are many young heroes in the Guanzhong family, they can't be married, so as not to be charged with forming a party for personal gain.

As for the Xiliang Group, some people came to propose marriage, but how could Wang Yun let his daughter marry their crude husbands.

That's the delay.

"Daddy, my daughter won't marry!" The girl in the green dress smiled, the air seemed to freeze, and the flowers withered, she said faintly: "My daughter would like to accompany Daddy for the rest of her life!"

"Stupid child!" Wang Yun looked at the girl's bright smiling face, feeling a little heartbroken, but he hardened his heart: "My daughter grew up with a family and always wanted to get married. Daddy is going to find a marriage for you!"

He didn't want to push her into hell, but there was nothing he could do.

Nothing is more important than the great country, for the sake of the great man, let alone his daughter, he can sacrifice himself.

(End of this chapter)