[Three Kingdoms] Heroine Cultivation Manual

"how?"

"Can live." The phantom of the system slowly stood up in front of Liu Bian's forehead, and looked up at the player, with the meaning of asking, "Share [-]% of the vitality, and wait for half a day, enough for him to run around alive."

"Twenty percent," Qin Chu wrote lightly, "I want him to stay at the root of his illness."

"..."

The artificial intelligence knew nothing about the court situation in the temple, and naturally did not understand the deep meaning of her words. Hearing the words, he just nodded, and jumped back into her consciousness in the blink of an eye, operating and adjusting the data.

Qin Chu glanced at the pale young emperor.The poor emperor was coerced by the sergeants to drink poisonous wine, the marks on his face and neck have not disappeared yet, and they have begun to turn slightly purple. Coupled with his painful ravings in a coma, he really doesn't look like the Ninth Five-Year Lord.

She couldn't help shaking her head.

After Liu Bian drank the poisonous wine, he became poisoned, and Dong Zhuo and Li Ru watched him lose his breath.Seeing that the timing was right, Qin Chu immediately asked the system to debug another corpse that was identical to Liu Bian, and while Dong Zhuo sent someone to report the funeral, he quietly dragged out the real emperor.

Then he used his golden finger in an extremely cheating manner, and forcibly captured the young emperor who was wandering in front of the King of Hell's mansion.

The system had just finished adjusting the data, seeing Liu Bian's breathing became calmer, and he floated over after confirming that the parameters were correct, he seemed a little confused: "Isn't it more convenient to replace him before he dies? You gave him [-]% of your life force, The ability will be weakened."

"You also said it was only for a long time, and it's not a problem for me." Qin Chu rested his chin, looked down at Liu Bian, who was struggling, and answered it casually, "Some people have to pass through the gate of hell. , to know 'life is precious'.

"If Liu Bian doesn't drink poisonous wine and doesn't fear to the marrow of his bones, how can he be willing to listen to me obediently?"

system:"……"

Were you like this when you were a child?

Obviously, its understanding of human beings is not deep enough, so it was silent for a long time, and then uttered a dry sentence to Qin Chu who was half smiling.

"Oh."

Fortunately, the Wuyang Pavilion had no time to sundial on Sundays, and the leisure time to entertain it was soon overwhelmed by redundant tasks.As soon as Liu Bian turned over on the bed, he seemed to be in a deep sleep, when the soldiers outside reported:

"My lord, Lu San of the Shangshu Mansion asks to see you."

Qin Chu raised his eyelids.At the second quarter of Yin time, the night outside the window was half-set, and the faint morning light poured into the room through the carved wooden window, which just happened to shine on her frosty face.

Among the six people who talked in secret, apart from her and Xun Yu, Cai Yong and Chen Xingshi were loyal but not courageous. Cao Cao was not lacking in loyalty, but he was even more ambitious.Only Lu Zhi was the most popular and loyal, and he was the first to send someone to visit after receiving the news, which was expected.

Since she wanted these gentry, of course she had to show enough sincerity—she let Dong Zhuo cause chaos to this point, and she also had the consideration of lowering the expectations of the gentry.

Now... as long as the young emperor is still alive, the Qingliu faction can be her help. Qin Chu couldn't wish for the servants of the Lu family.

"Ask him to come in," she said.

The moonlight was dim last night, but the red sun rose as usual this morning, still bright and dazzling.On such a sunny day, Luoyang Beigong was in chaos.Xiliang guards guarded in front of Deyang Hall with long halberds, and Dong Zhuo's token was required to enter and exit.If there is no certificate, even the young emperor's personal servants and imperial physicians ordered by the imperial court are not allowed to enter.

Even so, the news flew around like catkins. The incident of "The Son of Heaven's Yanjiao" spread like wildfire among politicians in Luoyang, from Situ's mansion to Taizhu's mansion. Even the driver of the horse can feel the undercurrent in the capital from just a few words. Covered the entire Luoyang inner city.

Chen Xingshi's Taizhucheng Mansion is located in the corner of Buguangli, the land is not big, the courtyard door is slightly old, it looks like an old house covered in dust from a distance, it doesn't attract much attention.

"Young Emperor suffered an emergency at night." In the study, Chen Xingshi trembled his hands, barely suppressed his trembling voice, stared at the letter, and read word by word, "He passed away in Deyang Hall. Tomorrow the court meeting will be held. King Chenliu is the emperor—”

"Just kidding." Cai Yong frowned deeply.The great Confucianist of the dynasty interrupted his disciple rudely, and his tone was rarely angry, "Dong Zhongying forced the emperor to drink the poisoned wine, and even shirked that it was an 'emergency attack'... that is, the emperor really died because of it. But he didn't mention anything about the national funeral, instead he made King Chenliu the emperor, what a shame!"

He trembled at the end of his voice, as if he was extremely angry. Looking at Chen Xingshi's gloomy and gloomy face, he took a deep breath and finally suppressed that bit of anger.

"Where's Wuyang Pavilion Master?" He seemed to be discouraged, he let out a long sigh, and turned his head to look at his disciples.

Chen Xingshi bowed his head: "The owner of the pavilion just sent someone to send a letter saying that His Majesty is slightly ill and needs to be guarded, so he sent Xun Zhizhong to act on his behalf."

Cai Yong was silent for a moment: "What about Lu Zi?"

"At Wang Situ's residence."

Wang Yun sent invitations at noon today, inviting all the officials for a banquet on the grounds of "Fifty Birthday".The invitation was sent out too hastily, and the news of the death of the young emperor was so preposterous that anyone with a discerning eye could see the meaning behind it.

Everyone was afraid of Dong Zhuo, so naturally they didn't dare to attend the so-called "birthday banquet" at Situ's mansion at this time. Although Wang Yun sent out hundreds of invitations, there were only a few dozen people present - all those who came for the big A hard bone that does not hesitate to die.

If one has the highest status among them, it should be Lu Zhi.

He sent the Nursing Academy to visit Qin Chu last night, and rushed back to the Minister's Mansion after learning about the Young Emperor's situation. The next day, he acted as he had promised, and risked Dong Zhuo's envy to mediate among the scholars. Yong is ashamed of himself.

Of course Cai Yong had also received the invitation, but what Wang Yun did was too blatant. He was afraid of Dong Zhuo's situation, so he finally chose to spread the word behind the scenes.

"Lu Zigan's character and courage are beyond our reach." He sighed, and handed the letter he had just finished to Chen Xingshi, "I care about my clan, and I dare not confront Dong Zhuo head-on, so I can only do this.

Zipan, send this letter to Yilang Pengbo for me, he will understand how to do it. "

Chen Xingshi nodded yes, turned and went out.

It's a pity that there is too little time left for Hanchen. Even if Cai Yonglu planted Hanlu's heart and punches, the gears of the times will not be moved by the loyalty, filial piety and righteousness of the feudal era, and the current situation is still surging.

Letters from Luoyang city flew back and forth in a few rounds, from noon to curfew, the sun set and rose again, the coldness of the cold moon had not yet dissipated, and the messengers were still numbly rushing around the streets.

However, individual efforts to turn the tide are useless in the end. Heroes are born in accordance with the times, but they cannot create a new era out of thin air.

People finally waited for the court meeting at Yinshi amidst the lonely and desolate sounds in June.

The horseshoes clattered on the hard stone slabs of Luoyang, the capital city, and the sun was shining just fine today.

Luoyang Beigong, which has been standing for more than 130 years, still stands majestically under the sun and stands motionless under the blue sky. It is so majestic that it almost gives people the illusion that the Eastern Han Dynasty could last for a thousand years.

Lu Zhi lifted the curtain of the car solemnly, looked up in the slight bumps, and saw such a scene.

"Success or failure is here." He thought to himself, "I only hope that Fu Yiren..."

I just hope that Fu Yiren can keep her promise.

Lu Zhi tilted his head slightly, and saw many familiar faces in the flow of people hanging their heads up the hall.

Although Dong Zhuo had long threatened and declared that "be careful of your family if you don't come to the court meeting", there are still a few straight-backed Zhongliang who chose non-violent non-cooperation, saying that they would not go to court after being ill.

But after all, Hanchen was only a minority, and more officials were either numb or sad, and finally climbed to the gate of Deyang Palace as Dong Zhuo expected.

Most of them are from aristocratic families, and every gesture is related to the names of hundreds of people in the clan. The reputation of their ancestors and the lives of their clansmen weigh heavily on their shoulders. How can they abandon all these concerns for the sake of an emperor? ?

Lu Shangshu sighed inaudibly.He shook his head in his heart, but he followed the crowd into the hall unwaveringly. After finding his place, he lifted his robe, lowered his head expressionlessly, and knelt down facing the empty dragon couch.

Xiliang soldiers stood around the officials with their halberds in hand, and Dong Zhuo also stood behind King Chen Liu with his sword in hand, staring down at all the officials.No swords, guns, swords or halberds were allowed in the Deyang Hall. Dong Zhuo's move was too deterrent. No one dared to move in the hall for a while, they just kneeled neatly in a few rows, lay down on the ground mat, and silently waited for the rebellious ministers to pronounce their sentence.

Immediately afterwards, Li Ru's cold voice came from above everyone's heads:

"Emperor Xiaoling abandoned his subjects early; the emperor inherited the heir, and looked at the sea. But the emperor is frivolous in talent, lacks dignity, and is lazy in mourning: he is not virtuous, but he has a great position..."*

Lu Zhi heard someone gasp slightly beside him.

All the officials bowed their heads and held their breath, and the plain and upright voice of a counselor echoed in the hall, like a ghost eating away at the last dignity of the Eastern Han Dynasty:

"Chenliu Wangxie, Shengde Weimao, the rules are awe-inspiring; mourning for mourners, words should not be evil."*

He bent down to listen like everyone else, but his hands propped on the smooth mat unconsciously twitched.Lu Shangshu bowed his head and remained silent, but his heart was beating wildly. The secret conversation in Chen's residence, the young emperor's pale and immature face, and the bright and sharp eyes of the master of Wuyang Pavilion under the candlelight flashed through his mind countless times.

At this moment, where is Qin Chu?

"Hiu's reputation is heard all over the world. It is suitable to inherit the great cause and be the rule of all generations."

The moment Li Ru took a breath, the surroundings were silent, but suddenly there was a soft "click" sound from beside him.The voice was so soft that it was almost ignored. Lu Zhi fixed his eyes, only to realize that the banquet...was wet.

He was stunned.

That drop of tear seeped into the banquet seat silently, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only a faint trace.

Lu Zhi couldn't raise his head, so his eyelids trembled.As soon as he took a breath, Li Ru began to read the edict to abolish the establishment again, but he had no intention of listening to it, and watched the second and third tears fall from his eyes.

"Young Emperor is dead..."

Their owners may be different Hanchens, but no matter how many people shed tears, they can only leave a few tiny marks on the humble mat under their feet, which are so thin that they dry up with a blow and disappear in the blink of an eye.

It seems to be the last condolences to the Eastern Han Dynasty before everything collapsed.

People then heard Li Ru's cold voice sounding again:

"The young emperor has passed away, please enshrine King Chenliu as emperor, obey the heavens and obey the people, and comfort the souls—"*

Just before the last word landed, the vermilion gate of Deyang Hall was suddenly opened with a bang, and the dazzling daylight fell into the hall instantly.

Li Ru froze, his voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes finally moved away from the edict.

At the same time, all officials raised their heads almost at the same time.The first thing I saw was the dazzlingly bright blue sky, and it was only after I collected myself that I saw a figure standing against the light in front of the door, falling into my eyes without dodging or avoiding.

The figure of the visitor is a little thin under the blue sky, but his posture is as tall and straight as a sharp sword out of its sheath. The scarlet red robe is flying in the wind like wildfire. Shake the world.

Afterwards, people heard the woman's clear voice echoing in the hall, every word and every word resounded loudly.

She asked:

"What if the Son of Heaven is not dead?"