For a Prosperous World

Before a piece of ruins covered with broken wooden beams, Sun Jian walked to the soldier.

"What is it?"

"General." The soldier looked weird, and looked back at Sun Jian, letting aside: "There is a strange color in it."

Different colors? Sun Jian froze, looking down at the stump in front of the soldier, among the layers of broken wood, a strange radiance reflected in his eyes. For example, the glory reflected by the jade is different from the ordinary, and he has a deep feeling, which makes him unable to understand.

Yun Sunjian took out the sabre at the waist, and cut the room beam covering it with a knife, and put his hand into it.

The charred charcoal crumbs slipped from Sun Jian's hand, and in his hand he held a piece of square jade wrapped by a half of cloth.

Life is weird. The city is burned by fire, and the half piece of cloth on this side of jade has no trace of being burned.

He frowned, Sun Jian lifted the cloth on Fang Yu, Fang Yu exposed, reflected a clear light, and illuminated Sun Jian's face for a moment.

In Qingguang Guang, Sun Jian stared blankly at the Fangyu in his hand. That Fangyu looked like a seal of Xi, and one of the corners seemed to be cracked and inlaid with gold stones.

Aside, the soldier looked at the seal and suddenly thought of what it was, pointing at the seal with some stammer.

"General, this, isn't it?"

玺 The appearance of this seal is very similar to, or exactly the same as, a rumor.

Sun Jian raised his hand and did not let the soldiers speak out. He looked down at the jade in his hand.

"Destiny shows, do you fight?"

Xuan Chuan Guoyu Xi, inherited from the country, whoever wins, wins the world.

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Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang, such a horrific rumor has spread to the world within a few days, together with the princes to conquer Dong Zhuo.

When the princes rose together, there was a lot of momentum, and after the start of the troop there were no results. Only outside Huolao had several battles with Dong Zhuo. There were only a few princes participating in the war.

Now there are news of Luoyang being burned, and there is a continuous stream of useless voices of contempt among lords.

Qi Dongzhuo's fire meant that the princes had no intention of fighting. They were not driven for any good purpose, but to drive out profits. Now that it is not profitable to bear the infamy, few people in this battle want to continue.

In a thatched courtyard next to the garden, the thatched cottage is simple and can't withstand the cold. Although it is covered with a straw curtain, it still has a bit of coldness to sit on it.

There was a young boy in white sitting in the hall, carefully looking at a book in his hand, frowning from time to time to think about it.

I should have encountered a problem that I couldn't understand. I couldn't think about it, but I sighed helplessly, and raised the pen to write down the problem in another book.

A gust of wind blew from the hall. The wind was like a collar, and it made people cold, and the boy raised his head from the book. Looking out, it was a bit cold.

I stood up and took another piece of clothing on the side of the hall and put it on my body.

I was wearing clothes, but I heard footsteps and calls from the courtyard.

"Brother Zhong." A teenager in a short shirt opened the straw curtain and looked at the boy in white.

I am Zhuge Jun and Zhuge Liang who live in Nanyang.

"Brother Zhong, I inquired about Luoyang."

Zhu Zhuge all made a present and went into the hall and said.

"Oh?"

Zhu Zhuliang's eyes showed a little interest, went to the table, sat down, and pointed in front of him.

"Sit down and talk."

The two sat at the table. Zhuge Liang closed the book on the table and set it aside. He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea to Zhuge Jun.

"Let's talk, what happened to Luoyang?"

"Brother Xie Zhong."

Zhuge Zhu took the tea cup and took a sip. There was not so much restraint between the two, and there was no politeness, said.

"Dong Zhuoqiang ordered the relocation of Chang'an. Before leaving, all the people in Luoyang City were removed, and all the gold jade in the palace was taken out, and then Luoyang was burned by a fire. Today, Luoyang City is already a dead city. When they moved away, the people were driven away by soldiers and horses on the way, and they were trampled to death. "

Zhu Zhujun's face was so dignified that Luoyang was once a capital city and became such a scene, it is really difficult for people to say easily.

"Sure enough." Zhuge Liang muttered to himself, seems to have expected the general.

Zhuge's attitude towards Zhuge Liang is not strange. He is already used to it.

虽然 Although he is almost out of the house, he can always anticipate things outside the mountain.

"What about the princes?" Zhuge Liang asked with a frown.

Zhu Zhuge was silent for a while, then looked at the tea cup in his hand, and said softly, "The princes are dying, and so far they have not stayed in Luoyang, and they seem to have plans to retire."

I sit at the table.

Zhu Geliang put down the teapot, rang, and shook his head: "The trend is irreversible."

From the time of the Yellow Turban, the world was doomed to chaos.

There was some depression in the hall.

"But."

After drinking the tea in his hand, Zhuge Jun suddenly smiled slightly, as if trying to ease the atmosphere, said to Zhuge Liang.

"I also heard some news, maybe Brother Zhong is interested."

Zhu Zhuliang looked up in doubt, looking at Zhuge Jun with a smile, but smiled helplessly.

"How can you learn the same as the little girl ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It is, why bother my appetite?"

Zhuge Jun grinned and stroked his head.

怪 "It's strange that Brother Zhong is too weak and unfriendly, and only then will he show some interest."

The atmosphere was a bit more relaxed, and the short-sleeved boy continued.

"Ichigami said that the princes and Dong Zhuo fought outside Huoliao, and they lost a total of three battles, one defeat and two wins. One of them was under the account of General Fenwu Cao Cao. Born from the princes more than 10,000 soldiers, he broke Dong Zhuo Xianjun Huaxiong One person retreated to Lu Bu before Huolaoguan, and he was called a white suit. "

"Borrow more than ten thousand soldiers out of thin air?" Zhuge Liang's tone remained calm, but with a little strangeness.

"You can borrow soldiers from the princes for free, and this person should have a good debate."

As for the undefeated Lu Bu, in his eyes it has nothing to do with his personal courage.

"Brother Zhong, it is rumored that this man in white will be wearing a white scribe and wearing a bucket hat."

Zhu Gejun said again, the white clothes were fighting, Zhu Geliang looked.

"Everybody didn't know it until the fighting was blown off by the wind, and the princes knew that she was a woman. It was rumored that this woman was peerless. Seen in the battle, the army was silent. The prince of East County Taishouqiao said for the poem."

"In the peach blossom robe, Rong Ma has not heard of each other, there is beautiful in the peerless era, thousands of troops stop the sound of Ge."

I said here, Zhu Geliang's expression was completely choked.

"Brother Zhong, do you think that person is a sir?"

Zhu Zhuge looked at the courtyard between the grass curtains, where a tree stood.

He looked back at Zhuge Liang's expression: "If you want to come to Zhong Brothers, you want to know this, so the younger brother will also ask."