The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

The right general ranks higher than Jiuqing, and Lu Bu is less than thirty this year.

Having climbed to such a high position at such a young age, there are naturally not a few people in the court who are jealous.

"Lu Bu, Lu Bu, when your military power is taken away, I want to see how long you can be arrogant."

An extremely happy smile appeared on Tian Heng's face, he even hummed a little tune, and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

At this time, a vigorous figure rushed forward from the slope.

Sensing that something was wrong, Tian Heng turned his head away, and before he had time to ask the identity of the visitor, he saw a dazzling cold light flashing across his eyes.

The moment Tian Heng covered his eyes with his hand, the sharp knife pierced into his chest.

Chi!

The sharp point of the dagger pierced through the chest. The visitor had obviously undergone professional training in assassination, and his shots were crisp and clean without any muddling.

The bright red blood quickly soaked the clothes on his chest.

"you……"

Tian Heng pointed at the assassin in a daze, still thinking about who he had offended, and wanted to put himself to death.

The man didn't answer, but pulled out the blade with indifferent eyes, stabbed Tian Heng's chest twice, pushed Tian Heng back violently, and fled here quickly.

A series of killing techniques frightened the servants at the door. They watched the assassin flee before rushing forward, hugging Tian Heng's body, and shouted anxiously: "Come on, kill me! kill!"

When the yamen servant in charge of public security in the city arrived, Tian Heng had already died, and the assassin had disappeared.

In the mansion of the Great Order, Hu Qiu, who came back from the outside, was a little tired, and took a rest in the hall.He has a habit of not wanting to be disturbed by others when he is resting, so he asked all the servants and maidservants out of the hall.

Just as Hu Qiu was soundly asleep, a figure dressed as a servant walked into the hall, his footsteps were very light without making any sound.

He went around behind Huqiu, took out the hemp rope he had prepared, and slowly placed it in front of the chief commander's neck, then circled it as fast as he could, and strangled it hard with both hands.

Such a big movement naturally woke Hu Qiu up.But at this time, he couldn't speak at all, he just felt his throat was about to be cut off, and there was a dry hoarse sound from his mouth.

He tugged at the rope with both hands, trying to give his neck a chance to breathe.

However, the person behind him didn't seem to have the idea of ​​letting him survive, his face was gloomy, and he increased his strength even more.

Hu Qiu kicked his legs and struggled violently for a while, his eyes turned white like dead fish, and his whole body collapsed like ooze.

After strangling Huqiu to death, the 'servant' continued to make him look like he was taking a nap, put away the rope, and walked out of the hall as if nothing had happened.

Within a day, the Chancellor of Guanglu Temple, Doctor Zhongsan, and Da Xingling in Chang'an City...

More than a dozen officials were killed one after another, shocking the ruling and opposition parties.

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In the next few days, Chang'an City was heavily patrolled and guarded, and there were soldiers walking around, responsible for searching and interrogating suspicious persons.

Despite this, officials are still killed every day. Although the position is not high, it is officially certified by the imperial court and represents the face of the imperial court.

Such a blatant assassination is simply a blatant provocation and clamor, not paying attention to the laws of the great man and the emperor.

The officials in the court are panicked, for fear that it will be their turn next.

The court issued a strict order for this, restricting Chang'an Order to bring the murderer to justice within three days.Otherwise, punish him for dereliction of duty, pack up his things and leave.

During the three days, the poor Chang'an Ling couldn't sleep and couldn't eat. Many suspects were arrested, and there were not a few people who were beaten into tricks.

However, the assassination in the city is still happening everywhere.

When the three days were up, Chang'an Ling could not hand over the murderer, so he was dismissed from office.

The position of Chang'an Ling was originally an excellent job, but at this time it became a hot potato, and no one dared to take it over.

At this time, the Cui family recommended a little-known figure, Feng Chang, Zhang Yuan, who used to carry the Propaganda Center in Luoyang.

Only one day after taking office, Zhang Yuan set up a trap, which made the assassin throw himself into the trap and was successfully captured.

After extorting a confession through severe torture, the assassin named 'Xuan Sijiu' couldn't stand the torture, and finally let go, confessed to all the previous assassinations, and revealed the mastermind behind the scenes, Dong Zhuo.

After the assassin was caught, no more officials were assassinated.

When this matter was reported, all the officials heard the 'truth' and hated Dong Zhuo even more, wishing to tear up the old thief's tendons and make him ashes.

For this reason, the imperial court issued an edict that anyone who could remove Dong Zhuo's head would be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold and granted the title of Marquis of a Thousand Households.

Some families of the officials who were assassinated also issued huge sums of money to take Dong Zhuo's life.

As the saying goes, under the reward, there must be a brave man.

All of a sudden, there was an upsurge in assassinating Dong Zhuo, and countless savages set off to Luoyang one after another, looking for an opportunity to take Dong Zhuo's head off.

People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

Dong Zhuo, who was far away in Luoyang, hadn't figured out what was going on, and the assassinations came one after another, exhausting him physically and mentally.Originally, it was a difficult predicament where everyone was besieged from all sides, but now it was even more suspicious, and everyone looked like an assassin.

However, Dong Zhuo is also a good fortune teller. Although he encountered several assassinations, he was stunned to let those assassins succeed.

In Chang'an City, the real behind-the-scenes planner is leisurely strolling around the west market at the moment.

Although the organization's assassination this time took a great risk, fortunately it was successfully completed.Not only were those officials who had the intention of seizing power cleaned up in sevens and eights, but all the dirty water was poured on Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo's reputation was already bad, and this time it was even more difficult to wash it away.

In addition, Zhang Yuan was also pushed up.

Zhang Yuan has always been ambitious and wanted to climb the ladder.After the death of the former boss Zhang Rang, he saw the wind and hugged Lu Bu's thigh in time, so that he could not capsize when the court suppressed Zhang Rang's forces.

There are many things that are not easy to come forward, which just pushed him to the position of Chang'an Order.

As for the assassin who died, it was a pity, but it finally played its due value.

Arriving at the Chang'an market, within two steps, more than a dozen urchins in ragged clothes ran past in front of them chasing and playing, like a small train, laughing and singing rhythmically: "Daddy!" In the Han Dynasty, there was an imperial court, plenty of food and clothing, and no refugees. The inspection system is really good... To promote talents, but not to know books; "

The immature child's voice kept replaying in his mind, which touched Xi Ce's heart.

The old firewood seller next to him sighed after listening to the nursery rhyme: "Oh, the judges come and go, the officials are always those young masters from aristocratic families, when will it be our turn to be a baby from a poor family!"

"Old Weitou, most of you have already fallen into the loess, what are you doing with your leisure?" The middle-aged vendor next to him said.

"It's not that I want to worry about it, but it's really a pity to see those dolls who have studied hard for more than ten years, filled with book knowledge, but can't find a place to stay, and finally died of starvation and freezing on the street. What a pity! "The old man shook his head and sighed. He has lived his whole life, and he has seen too many such things.