Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

Li Ru vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

Seeing his hesitation, Dong Zhuo became impatient: "The villagers are really useful, but Ding's fake son and Gua Nong's relatives. Now that one of them is lost, even if he survives by luck, he will not die if he doesn't cultivate for a year or so. It’s hard to use it again, isn’t it his forte to retreat temporarily and play tricks and tricks?”

Lu Bu's aura of a peerless hero left a deep impression on him, and Sun Jian's outstanding achievements in the previous few battles also made him feel jealous.

Other than that, Dong Zhuo didn't pay attention to anyone surnamed Gao or Zhang.

As soon as Li Ru was interrupted by him, he also felt ashamed to reflect on whether he was too suspicious: "My lord's words are very true."

Anyway, they didn't plan to take the initiative to attack from the very beginning, as long as they kept fighting, until the troops in Luoyang swept away their belongings and transported them to Chang'an, they could retreat calmly, so how did Yan Qing plan it? to them.

Dong Zhuo had already realized that from the moment he got too angry and seriously injured Liu Bian, he was destined to be hated by the scholar bureaucrats.

Killing Yuan Kai's family again will become a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh.

Fortunately, he was still listened to nonsense afterwards, thinking that he would rehabilitate those literati who had been imprisoned by the party, and by promising high-ranking officials and honors, he would be able to win back people's hearts.

fart!

In the end, those who shouted and killed him were still the same, and those who received the most favor from him were also criticizing him. What kind of scholars are they?

Dong Zhuo was filled with resentment, and hated them for their ungratefulness from now on, but he never thought about reflecting on himself: How could he win the hearts of the people just by never restraining his subordinates and letting them harm the people with their barbaric behavior?

He gradually gave up on the use of these scholar-officials who slapped their noses and scolded him when they got better after a while, and he simply found another way, becoming more and more lawless, picking a little emperor to take the position, and sitting up happily The prime minister is here.

It's not that they don't recognize him, it's fine for the emperor to recognize him.

The talisman, seal and ribbon belonging to the prime minister are all available, and the treatment of the opening of the mansion is also indispensable, but Dong Zhuo has not been happy for a few days, and the news that the tiger prison has been broken is like a thunderbolt. His dream was shattered.

Seeing that Mr. Yan was approaching in such a menacing and mighty manner that he beat his servants to pieces, Dong Zhuo touched his fat belly, but couldn't help feeling terrified.

Well, I can't afford it, can't I still hide it?

Burning Luoyang was an important part of Dong Zhuo's plan - it could not only destroy the important stronghold leading to Chang'an, but also take this opportunity to plunder property wantonly, and also delay the pursuit of soldiers.

As for the dragon veins and the hundreds of years of ancestors of the Han Dynasty, he is not afraid.

He was already notorious, and it would be okay if he was worse, but Yan Qing couldn't do it.

He was able to set fire to the fire, change places carelessly, and leave the place full of mourners, but Yan Qing could not.

Dong Zhuo's abacus was rattling, but the little emperor he erected was not pleasing to his eyes.

The puppet had to be obedient, but seeing him obedient, Dong Zhuo felt unspeakably awkward.

What's more, he thought that after doing this, others would have to listen to his orders and fear his authority. In the eyes of the villagers, the sacred decree was just a piece of waste paper, and the hat of a rebel was not something that could be buckled just by saying it.

Dong Zhuo was so disgusted that he wanted to let go of the burden he had taken on, but was stopped by Li Ru.

In any case, to a certain extent, Yan Qing and Dong Zhuo had a tacit understanding in terms of thinking - neither of them wanted to fight to the death.

Under the deadlock, the two sides can be said to be evenly matched, and they will lose both sides. Instead, other careerists who sit back and watch the success or failure will take advantage of it.

Li Ru let go of his budding doubts, and without knowing it, under their noses, Yan Qing dispatched soldiers and horses away from the front line little by little, leaving only three or four people in a military tent that was big enough to accommodate a dozen people.

Beforehand, he sent all the other forces in the allied army, except Cao Cao and Liu Bei, to the direction of Hanzhong with excuses to guard various checkpoints.

It is not only to prevent Dong Zhuo from going off in a panic and harming Yizhou, which is hard to pass by, and it is difficult to wipe out, but also to worry that there will be too many people, and if Chen Wen and the others are not strict, the news will leak out.

Although Cao Cao felt that it was a bit risky, he couldn't say anything against it due to emotion and reason.

Knowing that Gui Zhi knew that only ten thousand people were left behind in Yan Qing, all the others were transferred away, and he was still chatting and laughing, as always, and couldn't help sighing secretly at this rare courage in the world.

What others have no way of knowing is that after the main force secretly went to Luoyang, Yan Qing actually fell into an anxious wait.

It's just that he is the leader of the Kanto alliance and the commander in chief, so he can only show confidence.

The only way is to bury this anxious waiting as a deep worry, but it cannot be revealed at all.

The only one who could see the clues, apart from Lu Bu, who paid special attention to the lord's every move and was also particularly sensitive to mood changes when he was busy, was Guo Jia, who was meticulous and good at judging.

Let's say that on the night when the army quietly moved out, although Guo Jia still had a straight face, he finally accepted the invitation reluctantly, and came to Yanqing's tent with fluffy pillows in his arms.

Yan Qing ordered someone to light a few lamps, and was sitting in front of the desk writing something, when he heard the sound, he greeted without raising his head: "If you are tired, go to bed first, I still need a while."

"Here."

Guo Jia moved over slowly, glanced at the bedding that had been laid, and his eyes naturally moved to the densely written paper by Yan Qing.

——It was a letter to Xun Yu.

Guo Jia glanced around, guessed the content roughly by a few words, lost interest in probing, yawned lazily, took off his coat, unceremoniously rolled on the couch, and spent the day Softened by the sun, and wrapped in futons dyed with light fragrance from incense.

Seeing this coherent movement from the corner of Yan Qing's eyes, she couldn't help but chuckled, and naturally changed her sitting position a little, carefully blocking most of the candlelight so as not to shine into the eyes of the person on the couch.

He turned his back to the other party, and he didn't know that Guo Jia, who seemed to be so tired that he would close his eyes immediately, opened them again with vigor.

Guo Jia covered his head with the quilt, and his heart was warm, but suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, which made him hold his breath and ponder for a moment, then he couldn't help but poke his head out of the quilt, and said, "My lord."

Yan Qing answered absent-mindedly: "Huh?"

Guo Jia stared at his back with piercing eyes: "Jia has a plan."

Yan Qing was taken aback, turned around, and seriously faced Guo Jia who had made herself into a flower roll: "Please tell us about your filial piety."

Guo Jia nimbly got out of the quilt, sat cross-legged and said, "Dong Zhuo was timid before the battle, and he wanted to retreat to Chang'an. From then on, he would sit and wait for trouble. Would his subordinates be willing to do the same?"

Yan Qing pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "The old troops he brought out from the six counties in the northwest should have no objections, but the ones gathered from General He may not be so."

Guo Jia smiled slyly: "His old departments may not be loyal either."

Yan Qing smiled and said: "Judging from your tone, you should have already found a suitable candidate."

Guo Jia nodded: "It's not too late, my lord, please write a letter to Li Jue with your own handwriting, promising to forgive him..."

Yan Qing was puzzled: "Why isn't it Li Jue?"

Guo Jia kept silent and said deeply: "As far as Jia knows, Jue Yu has a deep admiration for the lord. If it is said to instigate rebellion, he is the best candidate."

Yan Qing understood instantly, but hesitated a bit.

He has no shortage of strong generals and warriors under his command, and Li Jue has a bad character, isn't he just a black sheep?

If the chips are too light, they may not be able to impress the opponent, but if the chips are too heavy, he is unwilling.

Guo Jia saw through Yan Qing's worries, and said with a light smile, "Descriptions don't need to be specific, when you come to the lord, you have to follow the rules. Rewards and punishments are clearly defined, isn't that what the lord is good at? Why should the lord worry about someone who has no plan?" .”

Yan Qing smiled: "What Feng Xiao said is very true."

So he followed the plan, picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, after a little deliberation, he wandered around with the pen and wrote the whole article eloquently.

Yan Qing was not sure: "Just read it and see if it works?"

Guo Jia couldn't wait to take it, and after reading it, he smiled and sighed: "Excellent."

The emotion is sincere and does not pay attention to exquisite rhetoric, even an ignorant and reckless man like Li Jue can understand it.

Yan Qing instinctively felt that he had nothing good to say, so he just slightly curled up one corner of his lips, and said nothing.

Guo Jia: "If there are a few more letters like this, why worry about him being unmoved?"

"Don't make fun of me." Yan Qing couldn't help picking up the folding fan he put aside, and tapped Guo Jia's forehead with a hint of warning: "Now that the two armies are facing each other, the strength is equal, so we should wait a little longer. Wait until there is a letter from Luoyang and they are in chaos, then hand it over."

While speaking, Guo Jia picked up a pen and added a line of small characters on it without saying a word.

Yan Qing asked curiously, "What did you add?"

Guo Jia said with a lazy smile: "If you are interested, please come quickly, and we will not wait after the deadline."

All of a sudden, those good words were given a bit of a threat.

Yan Qing laughed: "Do you think it's feasible?"

Guo Jia nodded casually, and replied according to what Yan Qing said before: "That's a bit late. But in the current situation, the strength of the troops is that one is strong and the other is weak, but in terms of military spirit, the other is weak and the other is strong."

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows: "Oh?"

Guo Jia said disdainfully: "One has an enterprising heart and practices a sharp way; the other wants to escape before fighting—"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Qing, who was smiling slightly, frowned suddenly, pulled Guo Jia behind him without hesitation, turned around and shouted, "Who is sneaking!"

After the last assassination attempt, although Yan Qing suppressed the news and took the opportunity to clear it up, he woke up the alarm and became more vigilant no matter when and where he was.

It was late at night, and there should be no one outside the tent except for the patrolling soldiers on duty.

But just now he noticed a deliberate soft footstep approaching here, not as regular as the patrolling soldiers, and then stopped suddenly, but the guards didn't communicate or even reacted at all. Extremely abnormal.

In shock, Guo Jia put his hands on Yan Qing's shoulders, poked his head out, and Yan Qing had already picked up the long sword placed beside the couch with a serious face, ready to strike.

The other party suffocated suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that Yan Qing was very familiar with came from aggrieved: "My lord."

Yan Qing: "..."

So he did speak to the guard yesterday.

Lu Bu and Guo Jia could enter and leave the place where they slept at will without passing a report.