The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

In this age when a person living to fifty is not considered a premature death, at Zhu Jun's age, it is reasonable to say that he should eat vegetarian food and drink tea to maintain his health, but he can't.

Because he can't let go.

He was Zhu Jun who was once known as the pillar of the great Han along with Lu Zhi and Huang Fusong!

At the beginning, when the Yellow Turban Uprising broke out, he was born in a family with a clean background and a lot of knowledge, so he soon became the general of Youzhong Lang and Chijie.

After pacifying the land of the three prefectures, Huang Fusong promoted his meritorious service, and he was granted the title of Marquis of Xixiang, and moved to be the general of the town thief Zhonglang.He also led the army to fight against the Yellow Turban in Nanyang.

At that time, Zhang Mancheng, the leader of the Yellow Turban in Nanyang, raised an army, claiming to be "the envoy of God", with tens of thousands of people, killed the county governor Chu Gong, and stationed in Wancheng (now Nanyang, Henan) for more than a hundred days.

The later prefect Qin Jie beheaded Zhang Mancheng.The remaining soldiers of the Yellow Turbans also named Zhao Hong as their commander, and the number of soldiers increased, reaching 10,000+.

Zhu Jun, Jingzhou Inspector Xu Que, and Qin Jie joined forces, a total of more than 8000 people, to attack Zhao Hong. From June to August, they were unable to win.

Someone played and wanted to recall Beijing.

At that time, it was Sikong Zhang Wenshangshu who dissuaded him. He said: "Back then, Qin Yongbai rose up, Yan Ren Leyi, and it took a long time to defeat the enemy. Zhu Jun's campaign against Yingchuan has already achieved results. He led his troops to march south, and the plan has been completed. Certainly, it is taboo for military strategists to change generals just before the battle, and he should be given time to succeed."

Emperor Ling agreed.

Zhu Jun then rushed to attack Wancheng and killed Zhao Hong.

Megatron one side, put down the local Yellow Turban turmoil.

Later, when Dong Zhuo came to Beijing to take over the government, he wanted to appoint Zhu Jun as his deputy, but he declined. In a rage, he put him in Chang'an.

It's just that the current life of a rural rich man is really not what Zhu Jun longs for.

His mind, his boldness, and his ambition don't allow him to keep being passive like this.

However, today's world is no longer what their older generation of generals galloped in the past. Lu Zhi was dismissed, Huang Fusong died of illness, and the three former generals now have no real power.

The generals of the past are now put on the shelf, what can they do.

Zhu Jun can only drink away his sorrows every day, anesthetize himself, and occasionally fantasize about it, there is almost no possible hope...

But this time, he waited!

The servants of Zhu Jun's mansion all knew that when the Patriarch drank alone, no one should disturb him easily, including his wife, concubine and children.

But there is one person who is an exception!

At this moment, an old figure walked in quickly from the gate of the courtyard, but the four armed guards who were holding their hands at the gate of the courtyard did not intend to stop it at all.

Because they all know this sixty-year-old man.

It was the old guard who followed Zhu Jun in the Southern Expedition and the Northern Expedition.

After the old man came in, he came towards Zhu Jun with a happy expression on his face.

And handed over a letter.

The opening of the letter has been opened, obviously he has read it beforehand, and in such a big mansion, he is probably the only one who dares to open the letter privately.

"I see, you go and reward the friend who delivered the letter, there will be a lot of rewards." Zhu Jun instructed.

Looking at the back of the old housekeeper who was also old, and looking at the letter in his hand, Zhu Jun closed his eyes and meditated for a while, finally heaved a sigh of relief, smiled slightly, and casually threw the envelope into the burning coals.

At the same time, pointing to the wine and meat on the table, he said to the two maids beside him: "Take all these things away for me, and make me a new bowl of water porridge to sober up. Remember, the porridge must have plenty of water..."

370 five irreconcilable gaps (1/?)

Leaving aside those "people with lofty ideals" who had associations and actions because of the confrontation between Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu, they turned their eyes back to the direction of the already messy high platform.

Regardless of whether the process was perfect or not, or whether there were minor setbacks, in short, Lu Lingqi's grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was finally over.

Next, in the officialdom, everyone complimented each other a series of times.

But it is pitiful for Lu Bu, who is the master, to be surrounded by a large group of people after showing his strength.

The chattering compliments from all around made the veins in Lu Bu's head throb.

Damn!

You know, he really annoys such vain things the most.

If this was not the scene of his daughter's Jiji ceremony, Lu Bu felt that he would let them know what a fist the size of a casserole is!

Although, he doesn't know what a casserole is...

After going on for quite a while, the follow-up matters of the Jiji ceremony really came to a successful conclusion.

The big and small officials in the court were in groups, respectful and respectful, and treated each other with courtesy. After all, everyone was in the same palace as ministers, and if they bowed their heads and didn't see each other when they raised their heads, it was always possible to save face.

Furthermore, for the time being, there is no personal grievance between those veterans and old ministers and Lu Bu. If someone respects me a foot, I will pay back another foot. Make more friends and make fewer enemies. This is a good way to settle down!

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Chang'an City, I am afraid, will not be peaceful again!

As the news of the collision between Lu Bu and Dong Zhuo spread and fermented, the undercurrent in Chang'an City, which was already ups and downs, became more and more turbulent.

Countless shadows, layer upon layer, centered on the not-so-small city of Chang'an, radiated outward, and spread continuously and rapidly.

Ghosts, monsters, ghosts, all kinds of dark and sneaky things gathered in the seemingly peaceful but restless city of Chang'an, quietly carrying out their own actions for their own purposes.

Although due to Dong Zhuo's unrivaled ferocity, these people or the hidden forces behind them didn't dare to stand up too blatantly, and chose to lie dormant and make small moves behind their backs.

However, it was precisely because of this that they began to hate Dong Zhuo more and more.

No one naturally likes to be suppressed.

No one is willing to have an overbearing presence on their head that shouldn't exist.

The more domineering and powerful Dong Zhuo is now, and the more he suppresses them, the more these aristocratic families and veterans hate and loathe him.

They were supposed to belong to the aloof existence, as members of one of the best families of big men, arrogance should have been their prerogative.

They shouldn't have acted as humble as they are now.

They shouldn't have lived such a life of fear and insomnia every night!

They, not to mention, were forced to lose most of the wealth they had saved for half their lives, abandoned their homeland, and toiled all the way. With their families and their families, they followed Dong Zhuo's Xiliang army, trekking across mountains and rivers, and came to the current capital of Chang'an in fear!

Those unbearable experiences, all of them, are tribulations that the children of their family should not have endured.

And all of this is because of Dong Zhuo and his Xiliang army!

Correct!