Three Kingdoms

"Father..." Zhongjie asked Zhongshao helplessly, "...what should we do now?"

Zhong Shao looked back at Liu Xie in the middle of the mountain. He was silent for a long time, but had no words to reply.

What can be said?

Do you blame His Majesty for his poor riding skills, or do you blame His Majesty for not being able to endure hardship?

Riding a horse is not a skill that anyone is born with. Even Liu Bei, who has been a soldier for half his life, can't help but touch Liu Biao's thigh and sigh that "the buttocks are coming back to life" after not riding a horse for a long time, not to mention Liu Xie, who is half a year old. Boy?

Human beings cannot calculate the calculations of heaven. They have calculated and calculated again and again, but they have forgotten to calculate Liu Xie.

Although Liu Xie was riding a horse, the horses he originally rode were naturally selected as the most docile and well-behaved horses. At the same time, the riding time would not be very long. He did not want to run away now...

The difference naturally made Liu Xie very uncomfortable.

Apart from the reasons for riding, physical strength is also an issue. No matter how hard a half-grown child persists, there will ultimately be a big gap between him and an adult. It is precisely because of this that Zhong Shao and his party could not run very fast. In the end, the soldiers and horses sent by Yang Biao followed the traces and caught up here.

"... Pass the order," Zhong Shao said slowly, as if he was speaking to Zhong Jie, but also as if he was speaking to himself, "... I have sent a fast horse to Diaoyin... This place is about 100 meters away from Diaoyin. Only a day away, General Zhengxi will arrive in a moment! We are all on guard, waiting for reinforcements!"

Zhongjie nodded, responded, and went down to give orders to everyone.

Although they caught up, Yang Biao's men did not dare to launch an attack brazenly. They had to send people to notify Yang Biao while surrounding the hill to prevent Zhongshao Liu Xie and others from escaping.

This mountain is a small hill on the Guanzhong Plain. It is not high or very big. There are some weeds and shrubs on the mountain, plus some scattered trees. It neither looks bare nor particularly dense. Overall, it is a very ordinary hill, no different from most other hills, but today it is different because of Liu Xie.

Liu Xie's legs are still trembling. There are some blood blisters on the inside of his legs. Some of them are broken. The blood has seeped out and stuck to his clothes. Every movement makes people tremble with pain. .

Fu Shou and the other two waiters were busy around Liu Xie. There was not much water for cleaning, so they could only wipe it with a relatively clean cloth, and then bandage Liu Xie's frayed area. , otherwise Liu Xie’s legs will probably become useless if he continues to wear them like this...

Of Liu Xie's other attendants, these two are the only ones left at the moment. The rest don't know when they disappeared, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, are you feeling better?" Fu Shou gently touched Liu Xie's bandaged legs with his hands and asked worriedly.

"Well..." There were still bursts of burning pain, and beads of sweat gathered on Liu Xie's forehead, washing away the dust on his face to leave streaks, "...it doesn't matter...this little pain, I I can still bear it..."

Perhaps to divert his attention, perhaps to enlighten Fu Shou, Liu Xie raised his head and looked around, at the bluestone and green trees nearby, at the road down the mountain, at the looming streets in the distance, and couldn't help but said quietly: " ...Look, this is a big man..."

The big man is not the three hundred and sixty-five steps within the palace wall, not the square sky within the window lintel, not the smell of decay that cannot be concealed no matter how much sandalwood is burned, or those who exist among others. A gray and dry image.

This is a big man.

A living, breathing big man.

As green as green trees, as strong as mountains, as clear as blue sky, and as deep as earth.

"...Have you seen it?" Liu Xie murmured, as if he was telling himself or Fu Shou, "...These are the big men..."

Fu Shou turned around and looked around, only to see desolation in his eyes.

There are not many people here, and there are no villages around, let alone any people.

Is this the big man?

Big men should not be seen in bustling streets, crowded markets, noisy crowds, and those with arrogant teeth, covered with bearskin, with gold and white paint on their eyes, and then wearing red and black cloaks, holding wooden The Chang Ge is wrapped with many colored strips of cloth, and the big shield painted on it that makes people feel scared just by looking at it is stumbling and dancing...

In this desolate place, there is no one doing business or even plowing the fields and picking mulberries. Why is this a big man?

Fu Shou raised his head slightly and glanced at Liu Xie, but did not say anything. He just responded: "...Yes, Your Majesty..." Fu Shou has always been gentle and gentle, so she rarely expresses her own opinions. Or some idea, she is used to obeying the orders of others, before it was her father, and now it is Liu Xie, just like how she entered the palace at her father's request even though she was unwilling at that time.

Fu Shou didn't have any requests, and he didn't know how to make any requests, but the only two remaining eunuchs around Liu Xie had to make some requests. Seeing that the sun had already risen three times, except for those who ran out with hungry stomachs, Nothing was eaten.

"Where is there food?!" the military academy shouted loudly, pointing at the surrounding soldiers with a look of disdain on his face, "Don't you see that we are all hungry? If you want to eat, go find it by yourself!"

"There...there's not even a human being around here, but where can I find one?" The eunuch didn't care about his face in front of these big-headed soldiers, or he didn't have much face to say following Liu Xie, so he just begged.

"... Stop making noise, go and look for some food... There are always some wild fruits and animals in the mountains, just go and look for them..." Zhong Shao heard the noise here and couldn't stand it. , then frowned and ordered, "...Didn't you bring some dry food? Go get some and distribute it to Your Majesty first..."

"Wei!" The military academy accepted the order, and then led a few people to search in the bushes.

Zhong Shao walked up to Liu Xie, bowed his hands and said, "It is my fault that I have wronged Your Majesty..."

Liu Xie waved his hand and said, "There is no need for Qing Ai to be like this... I am very satisfied if I can go out for a walk and see the country of the Han Dynasty..."

Zhong Shao was silent for a long time and then said: "...Your Majesty is wise, I have sent people to General Zhengxi to ask for reinforcements. I think the reinforcements will arrive in a moment... Your Majesty can wait with peace of mind..."

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"Mr. Yang, why did you forcefully kidnap us?" Dong Cheng broke free from the guards' pull, pointed at Yang Biao and shouted loudly.

Yang Biao frowned, then turned his head aside in disdain.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Wen stepped forward and pointed at Dong Cheng and said: "Your Majesty is in trouble. As the courtiers of the Great Khan, how can you not think about your Majesty's safety? Duke Yang is anxious and his heart is burning. His voice has been damaged, but he still summons you. , do your duty as a minister and go to rescue His Majesty! You don’t want to be a big man, only know how to receive salary, money and food, but don’t know how to be a king and a minister!"

Dong Cheng said clearly: "Your Majesty naturally needs to pursue it! Just sending soldiers to the door and adding axes and axes is also the way of Yang Gong and his ministers?!"

Zhao Wen said in a nonchalant manner: "If this were not the case, I am afraid that there would be many courageous and incompetent people who stayed behind closed doors under the pretense of illness? What's more, your Majesty's situation is urgent, how can you slack off for a moment! General Dong, you have been General Niu’s story, is there some other meaning behind this statement?”

"You!" Dong Cheng stared at Zhao Wen with wide eyes, but couldn't say anything.

Zhao Wen smiled coldly, then waved his hand and asked the soldiers to escort Dong Cheng forward.

"...Mr. Yang, the ministers are basically here..." Zhao Wen returned to Yang Biao and reported in a low voice.

Yang Biao nodded, sat on the horse, and briefly looked around at the Han officials who were either angry, indifferent, gloomy, or evasive. He was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and signaled departure.

Offending others will inevitably offend others, but in this world, as long as interests are involved, there is nothing that cannot be offended.

The more people there are, the less benefits there will be for that person. How is it possible to take care of one's own and at the same time take care of others?

In Guanzhong, Yang Biao was always an outsider.

When dealing with political affairs these days, Yang Biao clearly felt the gap. It was like there was a layer of gauze between them, and it was like being in water. No matter the sight or movement, it was indescribably uncomfortable. There was no sense of being commanded by an arm like in Hongnong.

Returning to Luoyang, returning to Henan Yin, and returning to his own territory has naturally become Yang Biao's best choice. What's more, except for ministers and officials like Dong Cheng who were born in Xiliang or Guanzhong, they were basically willing to return to Luoyang.

The clothes are not as good as the new person, and they are not as good as the old man, that's it. People may have retained some territorial awareness in ancient times, and most people are still accustomed to living and working in the territory they are familiar with.

But now, there is another problem.

This problem is so serious that Yang Biao can only think about it by himself. He can't even talk about it, let alone share it with others.

Should Han Emperor Liu Xie be saved or not?

Or should we arrive earlier, or should we arrive later?

Naturally, Yang Biao cannot declare this kind of thing verbally, but needs to carefully weigh the pros and cons in his heart.

The contact with the King of Hejian has been sent out, and at such a critical point, it would not be a bad idea to put all the responsibility on Zhong Shao.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Zhong Shao actually threatened the Han Emperor to break out of the encirclement, but failed...

Anyway, Zhongshao ran away once, and if he wanted to run away a second time, it was reasonable and flawless.

However, the finishing touch is a little more troublesome. If you want to completely cover it up, I am afraid that all the personnel present, including even the soldiers on your own side, need to be...

Yang Biao rubbed his head. He had been sleepless all night and kept arranging things. He hadn't had a good rest until now. His head seemed to be swollen, heavy and painful.

As long as he is more agile with his hands and feet, and then welcomes the King of Hejian, then he will definitely support the minister, and his power and position will naturally be no problem.

I still feel a little excited when I think about it, but if I do this...

I'm afraid those two sons of the Yuan family may not be willing to agree.

In other words, I wish I could do this, and then I can pour a basin of dirty water over without any care, and then look for the second Liu Yu or something...

Send troops to promote agriculture and advance directly to Hebei and Henan?

Yang Biao frowned, closed his eyes, and sat in the carriage, swaying along with the bumps on the road, thinking for a long time, and finally sighed.

If it weren't for that damn Dong Zhuo, our Hongnong would not be any worse than Jizhou and Yuzhou!

If it weren't for that damn Fei Qian, with the help of Bing Bei Hedong, his strength would naturally be as strong as the second son of the Yuan family!

However, things always happen, and things don't go as planned.

Yang Biao sighed softly, deeply, and as quietly as if he hadn't heard it before.

Now I can only look for the word "stability".

Yang Biao opened his eyes and ordered: "Let the front army speed up and go to His Majesty's place! Be careful and don't hurt Your Majesty!"

Zhao Wen, who was following behind, heard Yang Biao's order and was slightly startled. Then he stared at Yang Biao's carriage for a while. Finally, he lowered his head, twisted his neck left and right, and shook his head, as if he had a sore neck. , and seemed to be slightly dissatisfied with this order.

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More and more soldiers gathered at the foot of the mountain, and Zhong Shao's face became paler and paler. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had risked everything earlier and tied Liu Xie on horseback to break out of the encirclement, he might have been able to break out of the encirclement. He found a gap and rushed out, but now, even if he wanted to break out, he couldn't.

Fortunately, the soldiers at the foot of the mountain seemed to have received the order, and had no intention of pressing up the mountain. They just continued to build fortifications, tied up horses, and blocked the surrounding area.

As the sun gradually turned to the west, Zhong Shao suddenly heard a noise from the soldiers at the foot of the mountain. His heart skipped a beat. He quickly stood up and looked into the distance, but he only saw a plume of smoke coming from the direction of Chang'an.

Zhong Shao couldn't help but swayed, staggered two steps, and could hardly stand still. Zhongjie on the side quickly supported him and said with a hint of anxiety and helplessness: "Father, father...what should we do?"

Resist?

How long can these soldiers with little food and grass resist?

Not resisting?

After running out so hard, wouldn't it mean that I have nothing at all?

Just when Zhong Shao Liushen had no master, he suddenly heard a burst of joyful cheers from his own soldiers behind him!

Zhong Shao turned his head violently, even the bones on his neck were overloaded, and made a rattling sound. He saw the sun gradually setting in the west, reflecting on the group of people and horses in the distance, and his whole body was stained. With a layer of golden light, it was like a god descending to earth. The three-color flag held high in front of the queue seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold, blooming with extremely dazzling brilliance...