Fall In Love with the Technology Tree - Chapter 121

    Xun Shuang, he was a prodigy in the Han Dynasty when he was young, and he became a literary giant when he grew up. He is fifty-eight years old this year. He should have been raising flowers and bubble tea at home and living a happy retirement Life. Although he did not hold much of an official position in his life because of the party’s misfortune, he was widely respected for writing books and receiving apprentices, and it was not a loss in this life.

    However, Dong Zhuo’s superior completely shattered Xun Shuang’s retirement dream.

    In order to win the support of the aristocratic family, Dong Zhuo continued the policy of “releasing the party’s restraint”, but he had no choice but to lose his temper. Killing the minister was like chopping melons and vegetables. Who would dare to give him a platform? ? The big guys are all people who love feathers.

    When Dong Zhuo sees it, you all despise Lao Tzu, so I’m going to be a hooligan. The armored soldiers surrounded the hometown, and the knife was on the neck. Are you an official or not?

    That can only be done.

    Xun Shuang jumped from a non-official teacher to Sikong, one of the three public servants.

    Xun Shuang: I’m not happy at all, I even want to kill Dong Zhuo.

    So Xun Shuang joined Wang Yun and the others in their “secret killing of Dong Dalian”, but first, he was old and in poor health, and secondly, he really lacked political experience, so he could only help Wang Yun and the others Write down the guarantor.

    The executor of the assassination plan of the celebrities was Huangfu Song, that’s right, the one who pulled out the yellow turban and whipped the corpse before. Most of the Central Army at the time of Emperor Ling was under the command of Huangfu Song, but now they were thrown to the west by Dong Zhuo to beat the Qiang people. Huangfu Song’s uncle was Huangfu Gui, one of the “Liangzhou Sanming”, and Dong Zhuo’s old boss. When Huangfu Song was flattening the yellow turban, he was also Dong Zhuo’s boss.

      Coupled with the fact that Huangfu Song holds military power, he is the only military leader in China who can compete with Dong Zhuo alone.

    Unfortunately, Huangfu Song is a loyal general.

    Loyal and patriotic Huangfu Song: Seizing power? mutiny? It doesn’t exist, I’d rather die.

    So Huangfu Song was imprisoned in Luoyang Zhao prison, and now his life and death are unknown.

    The first effort of the literary youth to resist the hegemony has so far failed. At this time, the young people in Kanto formed a group to fight Dong Zhuo. The Wenqing bosses took a look, okay, let’s walk around and help the young people open the city gate.

    It’s a pity that Dong Zhuo is also a thief. Don’t you want Luoyang? Just send it to you. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s take the little emperor back to Chang’an. Although our palaces in Chang’an have been destroyed, the scenery is superb. As long as we grab a little more money in Luoyang, we can tinker with it when we get there.

    Xun Shuang is miserable.

    Although he can ride horses as the third public, the tragic situation of Luoyang people along the way really hurts people’s hearts. The back of the convoy was crying loudly. People who have lost their homes are dragging their families and their families, carrying only meager luggage, and walking forward like livestock. All the women of the right age have their hair disheveled to cover their faces, but all the slightly more valuable objects only dare to be sewn into the clothes.

    The ruins are hundreds of miles away, and the last intact buildings are the splendid palace and the ancestral temple in the southern suburbs. And when the little emperor arrives in Chang’an, these only surviving gorgeous buildings that have been invested heavily by the Han emperors of all dynasties will also be completely burnt down.

    Remonstrance, already done. Pleading, has also been done. It’s no use, Dong Zhuo’s decision has been made.

    Xun Shuang hadn’t realized that Dong Zhuo died on the spot, so he could only dismount and walk. To suffer with the people, let him suffer a little better. Dragging the gradually decaying body, Xun Shuang and his colleagues supported each other and walked towards Mangshan while wiping away tears.

    The autumn wind blew through the green mountains, but Han Chen’s heart was already barren. The 20-meter-high tomb is lush and green, like a part of Mang Mountain, and like a giant leaning on a large bedroom building, looking down at the mighty human beings coming from the city.

      behind the team.

    “Ci Minggong, take a break.” Cai Yong, who was with him, was healthy and supported Xun Shuang to sit on the pedestal of the stone horse by the roadside. Both of them were wearing official uniforms, so there were no soldiers to whip the whip, and they passed by with an indifferent glance.

    Xun Shuang wiped the sweat from his forehead and rubbed his fingers back and forth on the rough branches: “Dong Zhuo is tyrannical and may not be able to complete the ritual. If we rest for a long time, I am afraid that the ritual will be over.”

    Cai Yong didn’t believe it: “Gong Ciming is one of the three masters.

    “He even dared to burn Luoyang City down, so why would he care about small rituals?” Xun Shuang looked at the colleague with a magical look and lowered his voice, “You won’t really believe it. Can Dong Zhuo be saved?”

    Cai Yong turned his face away.

    At this moment, there was a commotion in the cemetery ahead, and there were even cries coming from far to near. “What’s going on?” The two great Confucians hurriedly stood up with crutches, and saw Dong Zhuo carrying the crying little emperor, laughing and roaring past.

                                 Because the team turned back halfway, the road to the cemetery was suddenly crowded.

    “What’s the matter?” Cai Yong grabbed a little palace maid who was running around.

      What should the big man do?”

      “Ci…Ci Ming Gong.”

    “Alas.” Xun Shuang sighed and stepped forward, “Let’s go, if you don’t keep up, don’t call it a sacrificial ceremony, I’m afraid you will be whipped.”

    This time, Cai Yong was led away by Xun Shuang. Cai Yong was like a corpse, only two tears were clearly visible on his face.

    The sun doesn’t seem to feel the mood of people, and at this time, the clouds are cleared. The dazzling yellow light shone on the earth, coating the Lingdi Wenling with a strange color. The folks later recorded this paranormal event as follows:

    When Dong Zhuo smashed the tomb of Emperor Ling and left, suddenly the sky was bright, and the sky and the earth were golden. The three hundred stone horses on both sides of the mausoleum were smashed in turn, and the gravel smashed and injured countless soldiers and officials. Dong Zhuo had a finger chipped off by the debris, and the little emperor broke a leg. Immediately afterwards, the seal of the emperor’s mausoleum collapsed, there was no fire in the temple, and countless dust fell from the air. Some even witnessed the red dragon snake rising from the fire and turning into smoke in the sunlight.

    At that time, there was a warlock who said that this was the end of the man’s temper. Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, was the son of the Red Snake, and the Eastern Han Dynasty advocated the virtue of fire. The red snake dies in the yellow light, symbolizing that fire virtue is about to be replaced by earth virtue.

    However, no matter how this supernatural event ferments, it also encourages some people’s ambition to become emperor. For those present, it was tantamount to a huge disaster.

    Xun Shuang is lucky. Because one second before the explosion, his mouth and nose were covered, and the strong alcohol smell made him unconscious.

    When he woke up, there were no living people around. The sky was already dark, and there were scattered corpses lying on the mausoleum road, including soldiers, palace maids, servants and ministers. He himself was covered in dust, but miraculously only a few scratches.

    Cai Yong next to him has a big hole on his arm.

    The two old people looked at the Wen Mausoleum, which was burning in the night, and looked at the gravel on the ground. Xun Shuang felt that even if the Yellow Spring of the Underworld came to the world, it would not surprise him. “Let’s see… if anyone… survived,” he said slowly.

    Cai Yong: “Okay…”

    As I get older, my eyes dwindle. If it weren’t for the fire in Wenling, it would not be easy to see the gravel on the ground. The two stumbled around and found no more survivors. On the contrary, some places were particularly tragic. Even people were cut in half. The feces and flesh were mixed together, and the stench was overwhelming.

    “You and I are really lucky.” Xun Shuang sighed, “Fortunately, I didn’t find His Majesty’s clothes, I think it’s safe.”

    Cai Yong vomited, his face turned blue: “Peace… With such a terrible omen, where can there be peace? It is said that His Majesty sacrificed to Wen Mausoleum and Wen Mausoleum collapsed, killing and injuring hundreds of officials. Innumerable, Dong Zhuo can abolish the emperor at any time and establish himself.”

    The two looked at each other, only to feel the coolness of the autumn night soaked through the marrow. What should I do? Should we go westward to Chang’an to cast ourselves in the net, or return to our hometown to protect ourselves?

    At this moment, cluttered footsteps sounded in the night.

    Xun Shuang was shocked, and quickly pulled Cai Yong to hide behind the tree, but before she could hide, she heard a woman’s voice from afar: “Go, see… if there are any survivors. I’ve brought some medicine, and if I can, I’ll try my best to save it.” There was an incomprehensible pain in Xun Shuang’s voice, but the tone seemed familiar.

     Before Xun Shuang could think about it, he saw dozens of armored soldiers rolling up their sleeves and collecting their corpses. At the same time, it was accompanied by shouts in various accents:

    “Anyone?”

    “Are there survivors?”

     “Dong Zhuo has fled westward, we are the Kwantung coalition, coming from Luoyang City.”

    …

    When they heard that it was the Kwantung Allied Forces, the two old men couldn’t help but feel overjoyed and quickly came out from behind the tree. After reporting their names, they were politely led to an ox cart. A person in the car slowly turned around, his long black hair was only tied into a strand, fluttering in the wind in the moonlight.

    “Ci Minggong.” The woman did not salute, the firelight illuminated her cheeks, and her beautiful almond eyes seemed to have water glittering, “I am very scared.”

    However, Xun Shuang at this time was already shocked by surprise, unable to detect her strangeness: “Cao Sheng? Zhong Hua? Why are you here?”

      I am attacking Luoyang. I wanted to go to Lantai to collect books, but I saw fire in Mangshan on the way, so I turned and came here. I don’t know where…”

    Xun Shuang and Cai Yong also talked about what happened, and finally said strangely: “At that time, I lost consciousness when I smelled the aroma of wine. I vaguely heard the sound of a stone horse cracking, and more I don’t know.”

    A Sheng frowned: “I’m afraid it’s a little weird.”

    “Such a tragic disaster is not the power of ghosts and gods, can it be done by humans?”

    A Sheng turned his head, just at this time, a soldier came to report, saying how many corpses were collected. She sighed and said, “Now this place is turbulent, and I can’t wait for long. And some are… too dilapidated and unrecognizable, so let’s try to bury them as much as possible.”

    There can be no more straw mats wrapped around each corpse. If the corpse is not devoured by wild dogs, it will be fine. As for the tomb of Emperor Ling, there were no traces of the corpses left and right, and the fire could not be saved for a while, so he had to turn back to Luoyang first.

    A Sheng is still thinking about the ancient books of Lantai and the collections of various books. Although the things she wanted most had already been transcribed, they were originally cultural relics after all, so it counted as much as she could get them back. I just hope that Sun Jian and Cao Cao can take down Luoyang as soon as possible, the inside has not been burnt clean.

      In the line was a man who covered half of his face with a mask, crying silently.

    The truth, together with the white fibers that should not have appeared in this era, was silently annihilated in the autumn wind of 186.

    The author has something to say: big scene? Maybe not what you think.

      Excuse. As long as many people rise up to become emperor first, Cao Cao’s public opinion pressure will not be so great. Of course, the death of the soldiers of Xiliang/little emperors/royalists is also acceptable. The current Cao Cao is different from history. Cai Yong’s appeal can have a chance of winning without relying on “the emperor”.

    The intention is actually very cruel, so she will say “I’m scared”.