People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 243 The traitor!

The sound of footsteps was heard in the Weiyang Palace, and then a fat guy with a weird face walked into the palace under the protection of several Xiliang warriors.

Dong Zhuo immediately noticed Fu Xie standing on the side of the hall, frowned but said nothing.

Fu Xie returned to the court as a descendant of a famous Han family. Although Dong Zhuo gave him a position, he actually completely sidelined him.

Fu Xie served as the Weiwei in name only, but in reality all the generals and soldiers under him belonged to Xiliang and were not under Fu Xie's command at all.

When Dong Zhuo saw Fu Xie standing here, although he was a little unhappy, he did not get angry.

No matter how much Liu Xie was controlled, it was impossible to completely cut off his contact with the outside world, especially since Liu Xie had just recovered from a minor illness, so it was normal for him to meet with some ministers.

"Your Majesty has recovered from his illness, and I have come to visit you. Are you feeling well today?"

Dong Zhuo greeted him verbally, but there was no respect on his face, and his tone was harsh. His hand was on the sword at his waist, and he was arrogant and indifferent, treating the so-called majesty of the emperor as nothing.

Liu Xie couldn't help but tremble, which was a manifestation of the fear in his heart that he could not suppress.

He knew that although he was the emperor of the Han Dynasty, the fat guy in front of him could completely decide his fate. He did not seem to be the master of the court. Dong Zhuo was the real ruler.

"I'm fine. Thank you, Grand Tutor Dong, for your concern." Liu Xie tried his best to control his breath, but he still felt trembling unconsciously when he said this.

Dong Zhuo nodded with satisfaction. Although he came to visit the emperor as a minister, his status was reversed at this time.

Liu Xie's attitude was obviously more humble, while Dong Zhuo was a superior who was examining the emperor.

Dong Zhuo turned his head and looked at Fu Xie again, his eyes full of dissatisfaction: "Your Majesty is recovering from his illness and should be recuperating. How can you receive foreign ministers at will? If the illness relapses, it will be a sin. From now on, I don't want to see any ministers appear in front of Your Majesty again!"

Liu Xie was even more terrified, and he kept saying, "I know, I know, Master Dong, please don't be angry."

Perhaps because of too much pressure, Liu Xie's face was pale and he was sweating all over. He didn't even dare to look Dong Zhuo in the eye.

But his look made Dong Zhuo's mouth curl up. The satisfaction brought by intimidating the emperor in this way was incomparable to anything else.

But some people could not tolerate Dong Zhuo's insolence, and a loud shout suddenly rang out in the empty Weiyang Palace.

"As a subject, how can Master Dong be so rude to Your Majesty!" Fu Xie stepped forward and looked at Dong Zhuo without any fear.

Dong Zhuo was stunned at first, then he looked at Fu Xie and burst into laughter.

But soon his laughter stopped. When he looked carefully, he suddenly found that Fu Xie had a long sword on his waist, which startled him.

"How dare you come to court with a sword in your arms!" Dong Zhuo shouted and questioned.

Fu Xie smiled faintly and glanced at the sword on Dong Zhuo's waist: "Master Dong can do it, why can't I do it!"

"How dare you compare yourself to this Grand Master!" Dong Zhuo was furious. He sensed the danger and began to retreat, hiding himself behind a few Xiliang warriors. Then he realized something was wrong: "The palace guards must not let you bring a sword into the palace. How did you do it?"

As he spoke, Fu Xie had already slowly drawn his sword: "I cannot carry a sword, so I can borrow one from the emperor."

After saying that, Fu Xie's eyes turned cold, and then he jumped forward and said, "I hold the sword bestowed by the emperor, and I will punish the traitor with the sword of heaven. Dong thief, today is the day you die!"

"Catch the assassin, catch the assassin, someone come!"

Dong Zhuo shouted loudly and immediately pushed out several Xiliang warriors, then stumbled out of the hall.

As for Liu Xie, who was sitting on the dragon throne, he was frightened half to death by the scene before him. He ran to the corner of the hall and squatted down, not daring to look. This change came too suddenly, and he didn't know what the outcome would be.

In fact, although Fu Xie borrowed the sword from him, he did not explain what it was used for. Liu Xie got the sword as a reward out of trust.

At this time Fu Xie suddenly attacked Dong Zhuo. Although he felt a little excited and expectant, he was more afraid. What if Fu Xie failed in the assassination? What would he do afterwards?

Liu Xie didn't dare to look at the scene in the hall. If he dared to look, he would see Fu Xie's heroic scene.

The Xiliang warriors were extremely powerful, especially when surrounded by several people. But who was Fu Xie? He was a descendant of a famous family with many merits and was a top fighting expert himself. He was not afraid at all when surrounded by several people.

Especially when such a master starts to fight desperately, he becomes an unstoppable beast.

In just a few breaths, the two sides exchanged several moves, and the result of these moves was that Fu Xie was instantly hit by three swords, but with the ability of a top master, he avoided the vital points, and then counterattacked with only a few sword flowers. These Xiliang warriors instantly had red lines on their necks and died one after another.

The whole process was surprisingly clean, neat and fast. Only an extreme fighting style of exchanging life for life could end the battle so quickly.

Although the three sword wounds on his body were painful and bleeding, Fu Xie didn't care at all. He just turned his head to look at Dong Zhuo who had fled more than ten steps in panic. Then he sneered and threw his long sword. The long sword flew away and instantly pierced Dong Zhuo's back. Dong Zhuo's body stiffened and he screamed. Perhaps because of his fat body, the sword did not kill him.

He turned around in horror and saw Fu Xie picking up the weapons of the Xiliang warriors, walking towards him step by step with blood all over his body. At this moment, Dong Zhuo was scared to death and knew that he was doomed.

“You bastard, even if you assassinate me, can you save the emperor? My Xiliang Army controls the court inside and outside. After I die, my warriors will definitely massacre the court. You are plotting to murder the country!” Dong Zhuo’s eyes were about to bulge out as if they were about to explode, and his voice was extremely shrill.

However, Fu Xie just sneered, spat out a mouthful of blood foam and continued to move forward, completely ignoring Dong Zhuo's words.

Of course he understood these things. Since he dared to carry out the assassination now, he was sure that the situation would not get out of control afterwards.

In fact, this assassination was not a sudden idea of ​​his own, but a plan planned by Wang Yun and the ministers in the court. As long as he successfully killed Dong Zhuo, the ministers in the court would take control of the situation.

After walking a few steps, Fu Xie frowned. He felt that his steps seemed a little weak and his head was dizzy.

It seems that the injury is quite serious and we can't delay any longer.

He walked up to Dong Zhuo, raised his scimitar high, and chopped down at Dong Zhuo.

Perhaps because of his strong survival instinct, Dong Zhuo, who was also seriously injured, burst out with tremendous strength at this time. He shouted and swung his sword, knocking Fu Xie away.

Fu Xie was losing blood and was weak. He staggered back several steps. He shook his head and came to his senses and was about to attack again, but something unexpected happened again.

Another steady sound of footsteps was heard outside the hall. The two of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a tall and burly general entering the hall with a halberd in his hand. His powerful aura was frightening.

"My son, come and protect the emperor quickly, come and protect the emperor quickly!"

When Dong Zhuo saw the person coming, it was none other than his adopted son Lu Bu. He was overjoyed. As long as Lu Bu came, he would be safe!
Fu Xie's heart sank to the bottom. He never expected that Lu Bu would come at this time. Not to mention that he was seriously injured and was about to faint at any time, even if he was in perfect condition, it would be difficult to compare with Lu Bu's martial arts.

Although Dong Zhuo was seriously injured, he laughed loudly at this moment, and then pointed at Fu Xie angrily and said: "Kill this thief for me, I will grind his bones and scatter his ashes, otherwise I will not be able to relieve the hatred in my heart."

Dong Zhuo thought that his loyal adopted son would follow his orders and kill the bandits, but he later found that even after he gave the orders for a long time, there was no movement behind him.

He turned around in a daze and saw Lu Bu standing there with a halberd in his hand, looking at him with cold eyes.

At this time, Lu Bu finally made a move, slowly raising his heavy spear, but the target he was facing was not Fu Xie, but Dong Zhuo!

Dong Zhuo's eyes widened: "How dare you, rebellious son, kill your father!"

Hearing this, Lu Bu's expression became even more disgusted, and he said calmly: "How dare a mere traitor call himself my father? Today I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and kill the traitor for the emperor, so that the court can have a clear conscience!"

When Lu Bu said these words, Dong Zhuo felt as if he had heard a huge joke. He wanted to say something else, but at this time the halberd had already pierced through his fat body and pierced his heart.

He covered his wound in pain, his body twitching constantly, and watched the blood gushing out like a fountain, and gradually he became silent.

When the hall returned to peace, Fu Xie had already fallen to the ground and smiled with some relief. Although he didn't know why Lu Bu suddenly betrayed Dong Zhuo, as long as Dong Zhuo was dead, that would be enough.

Soon, his consciousness sank and then he passed out.

Lu Bu kicked Dong Zhuo's body away, glanced at the unconscious Fu Xie, ignored him and continued walking forward. After looking around the hall, he found Liu Xie curled up in the corner.

After curling the corners of his mouth, he walked forward slowly. Every time his footsteps sounded, Liu Xie's body could be seen trembling.

Although Lu Bu was extremely disdainful of the young emperor, he still knelt down and showed sufficient respect.

"I have already killed the thief Dong for Your Majesty, Your Majesty need not panic."

When he heard these words, Liu Xie's body shook violently, and then he turned around. When he saw Lu Bu, he looked evasive and a little afraid, but he quickly turned his head to look at the center of the ceremony.

Then he saw that the Master Dong, whom he feared the most, had now turned into a motionless corpse. Suddenly, all his fear was released in an instant.

It turns out that someone like Master Dong can die easily...

Not long after, chaotic footsteps were heard outside the hall, and a group of court ministers walked in. When they saw the scene before them, they all burst into tears.

This was certainly not mourning for "Grand Tutor Dong", but rather their reaction of tears of joy. Dong Zhuo, the guy who had tortured the Han emperor and his ministers for years, finally went to hell.

Liu Xie, who had come to his senses, still had some conscience and did not forget Fu Xie who was standing beside him: "Quickly call the imperial physician to treat the wound of the Weiwei."

(End of this chapter)