The Beauty of the Tang Dynasty is Like a Cloud / the Story of the Evil King Among the Flowers of the

And the future picture shown to her by the river of fate is not beautiful:

The world is divided, wars continue for years, blood flows into rivers, and corpses pile up like mountains... The palace is completely ruined, fertile land is barren, bones are exposed in the wild, there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, the smell of smell is all over China, Han's two-legged sheep...

It was a war that lasted for hundreds of years, and it was a death of millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, which caused the world's population to drop by [-]%!

Hundreds of years!

For hundreds of years, only one out of every ten people can live to the end of their life!The rest either died of swords and fire, or died of plague and famine caused by war!

Isn't this kind of future wonderful?It is simply hopeless!

However, she couldn't tell anyone what she saw.

Because even she herself has never seen it clearly, so how can others believe it?

So for a long time, she could only endure the heavy, dark, and even hopeless future alone, so that she didn't know how many times, she was awakened from the nightmare by the tragic scene that fate showed her...

But all of this has changed since that night when she saw him standing in the night sky like a god—that night, she saw a fragment of the future again.

But in the picture she saw that time, there was no such desperate bloody darkness as before.

She saw a radiant sun shining on a vibrant and prosperous land...

The long river of fate seems to have turned on a fork.

The bloody flames of war that dyed the future scarlet, and the boundless darkness that shrouded the sky above the future seemed to have been dispelled without a trace by the radiant sun.

Since then, in the past three months, Diao Chan has never seen any hopeless and dark future fragments.Occasionally, in a flash of inspiration, all she saw was a scene of prosperity and splendor.The nightmare that had troubled her for so long also disappeared without a trace.

"That's right, he is that sun. Only he can disperse all the darkness and despair of the future, and turn the long river of fate that has flowed into a bloody and chaotic world for hundreds of years into a fork that leads to a prosperous and prosperous world!"

"If the sky doesn't come first, hundreds of years will be like a long night!" Diao Chan took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "So, I have no doubts about him anymore."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Although she was talking to herself, her last words still fell into Wang Yun's ears.

He gave Diao Chan a dissatisfied look, and said in a cold voice: "Do you know what Lu Fengxian said today? He is actually thinking about the Winter Solstice Festival! He invented a so-called West Pole Chengtian Dou Zhan Emperor, who will be held at the Winter Solstice Festival!" Come on, personally sacrifice to that inexplicable Xiji emperor! What does this mean? It means that he is trying to be equal to the emperor!"

The Great Winter Solstice Festival can only be officiated by the Son of Heaven, and can only be officiated by the Emperor Heaven.Dugu Ce wanted to personally sacrifice to the Emperor of the Western Extremes at the ceremony after the Son of Heaven sacrificed to the Emperor. In Wang Yun's view, he just didn't take the Son of Heaven seriously, and wanted to be equal to the Son of Heaven!

This is simply Chi Guoguo's wolfish ambition!

"Lv Buna, a martial artist in Bingzhou, is exactly the same as Dong Zhuo!" Wang Yun slapped the desk hard, and said in a hateful voice: "He killed Dong Zhuo not to help the great Han society, but to eliminate differences and monopolize power! How long did Dong Zhuo die? He wanted to trample on the authority of the emperor! In a few days, wouldn't he want to learn from Dong Zhuo, wantonly abolish the emperor, and trample on the imperial power? Cicada!"

Wang Yun looked directly at Diao Chan, his eyes were burning with anger: "I want to get rid of Lu Bu, can you do it?"

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"What?" Diao Chan was startled, and said urgently, "My lord father, you absolutely must not do it!"

"Why not?" Wang Yun's voice was as cold as a cold wind: "Dong Zhuo will punish Dong Zhuo if he messes up the government. If Lv Bu brings disaster to the country, then kill Lv Bu! I am the Situ of the current court, recording the minister's affairs, and in charge of the court. No matter who it is, Don't even think about treason in front of my eyes!"

"But, first of all, he..."

"You still call him Fengxian?" Wang Yun interrupted Diao Chan, squinted his eyes, and stared at Diao Chan coldly: "You still have expectations for him, such a rebellious minister and thief?"

"Father!" Diao Chan looked Wang Yun's eyes directly, and said sincerely: "Feng first saved the emperor from the control of the Liangzhou army, then killed Dong Zhuo with all his strength, and then crusaded the Liangzhou rebels. The day does not fight, the credit is great, no one can match.

"More importantly, he saved Luoyang from the catastrophe of moving the capital and burning the city, and rescued the people of Luoyang from the fire and water. The millions of people in Luoyang are all grateful to him... If my father plans to deal with Fengxian, there is no need for Fengxian to act first. The people of Luoyang may flood Situ Mansion first! Please think twice, Father!"

Wang Yun snorted coldly: "Luoyang has been the imperial capital for two hundred years, and the people of the whole city have been immersed in Wanghua for a long time. They are all Yan Han's children. Now Lu Bu is ambitious and wants to trample on the authority of the emperor. If the people of Luoyang know this, they will only support me!"

Diao Chan smiled wryly: "Don't say that Fengxian has not committed any great treason now, even if he did...My lord, the people of Luoyang dare not even dare to resist Dong Zhuo, so how dare they resist Fengxian who killed Dong Zhuo?"

Wang Yun's words froze, and his momentum was also frustrated.

"Furthermore, Fengxian was able to single-handedly destroy the city and destroy the army. With such force, he is invincible. Looking around the world, I am afraid that no one is his opponent. Even if my lord father wants to deal with him, how can he compare with Feng?" The strong one who fights first?"

Wang Yun was silent, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

Just when Diao Chan thought that he was about to succeed in dissuading Wang Yun, and was about to work harder to dispel his foster father's unrealistic thoughts, Wang Yun slapped his hands fiercely, and said through gritted teeth, "Who says there is no match for Lu Bu in the world? Before the pass, there are three fierce generals, and they are evenly matched with Lu Bu! Hmph, as long as we can find those three fierce generals, it is impossible to kill Lu Bu!"

Hearing Wang Yun's words, Diao Chan's heart skipped a beat, and he felt cold.

She really wanted to tell Wang Yun that the strength of Lu Bu at Hulao Pass and Lu Bu in front of the Suzaku Gate of the palace is not at the same level at all—one is just a "famous general" who is "claimed" as invincible, and the other is a real man. The invincible "God of War"!

It's a pity that she knows that her adoptive father has an extremely stubborn personality. After he was promoted to Lushang Shushi and took charge of the government, he became even more "stubborn" and gradually refused to listen to other people's opinions.

More importantly, Wang Yun's understanding of power is too shallow.He simply couldn't understand the huge difference between Lu Bu in front of Hulao Pass and Lu Bu in front of Suzaku Gate in the palace!

Diao Chan looked at Wang Yun who thought she had found a solution and became extremely excited, sighed secretly, and gave up persuading.

Of course, she would not just watch Wang Yun die.Since Wang Yun could not be dissuaded, he had no choice but to start from the other side.

It's already three o'clock at night, and the moon and stars are thin.

In Marquis Wen's mansion, the lights were all silent.

In the dark bedroom, Dugu Ce sat upright on the couch, meditating with his eyes closed—after refining this body thoroughly, his strength has reached the limit that this world can hold.If it is further strengthened, it will be rejected by the world.

Therefore, his current meditation is not to cultivate strength, but to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth in this world, so that he can successfully leave the imprint of the true spirit in the future.

When he was wandering, his ears suddenly trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes immediately.

Just as he opened his eyes, there were three knocks on the door.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Dugu Ce's mouth, as if he already knew who the knocker was.Then he flicked his sleeve lightly, and the locked door opened silently.