Fall in love with the technology tree [Three Kingdoms]

Xun Shuang, who was a child prodigy when he was young, became a bigwig in the literary world when he grew up. He is 58 years old this year. He should be happy to raise flowers and bubble tea at home and live a happy life as a retired master.Although he hadn't been an official much in his life because of the scourge of party imprisonment, he was widely respected for editing books and recruiting apprentices, and he was not at a loss in this life.

However, Dong Zhuo's superiority completely shattered Xun Shuang's dream of retirement.

Although Dong Zhuo continued the policy of "unblocking the party" in order to win the support of the aristocratic family, but he had no choice but to have a violent temper. Killing ministers was like chopping melons and vegetables, so who would dare to give him a platform?The bosses are all people who cherish feathers.

Dong Zhuo looked at it, and you all despise me as a rough old man, so I'm going to play a hooligan.The armored soldiers surrounded the hometown, and the knife rested on their necks. Are you an official or not?

That can only be ah.

In this way, Xun Shuang jumped from a private teacher with no official position to Sikong, one of the three lords.

Xun Shuang: I'm not happy at all, I even want to kill Dong Zhuo.

So Xun Shuang joined Wang Yun's "Secret Killing Dong Dalian", but firstly he was old and in poor health, and secondly, he lacked political experience, so he could only help Wang Yun and the others write memorials to protect the guarantors.

The executor chosen by the celebrities in their assassination plan at the beginning was Huangfusong, that's right, the one who pulled out the yellow scarf and whipped the corpse.Most of the central army in Lingdi's time was under Huangfusong's command, but now Dong Zhuo threw them to the west to fight against the Qiang people.Huangfusong's uncle was Huangfugui, one of the "Three Mings of Liangzhou" back then, and Dong Zhuo's old boss.Huangfusong was Dong Zhuo's boss when he was flattening the Yellow Turban himself.

If Huangfusong was willing to destroy Dong Zhuo, he would be able to overwhelm half of the Xiliang army by virtue of his background and seniority.In addition, Huangfusong held the military power, and was the only military leader in the country who could compete with Dong Zhuo alone.

Helpless, Huangfusong is a loyal and good general.

Loyal and patriotic Huang Fusong: Seizing power?mutiny?If it doesn't exist, I'd rather die.

So Huangfusong was imprisoned in Luoyang Zhao Prison, and his life and death are unknown now.

The first effort of the literary youths to resist the hegemony has thus far failed.At this time, the young people from Kanto formed a group to fight Dong Zhuo.The Wenqing bosses took a look, okay, let's go, and help the young people open the city gate.

It's a pity that Dong Zhuo is also a chicken thief.Don't you want Luo Yang?Just send you off.Masters, let's take the little emperor back to Chang'an. Although our Chang'an palace has been destroyed, the scenery is super beautiful.As long as we grab more money in Luoyang, we can almost make do with tinkering there.

Xun Shuang was miserable.

Although he was able to ride a horse as a Sangong, the tragic situation of the people in Luoyang along the road was really heartbreaking.There was a loud cry from behind the convoy.People who lost their homes dragged their families and their families with only pitifully small luggage, walking forward like livestock.But all women of the right age have their hair disheveled to cover their faces, and all valuable items are only dared to be sewn into clothes.

There are hundreds of miles of ruins, and the last intact buildings are the splendid palace and the ancestral temple in the southern suburbs.And when the little emperor arrived in Chang'an, the only remaining gorgeous buildings that had been invested heavily by successive Han emperors would also be completely burned down.

Remonstrance has already been done.Pleading, it has already been done.It's useless, Dong Zhuo has made up his mind to go.

Xun Shuang hadn't realized that he was going to die on the spot for Dong Zhuo's death, so he could only dismount and walk.Suffering together with the people will make him feel better.Dragging their gradually decaying body, Xun Shuang and his colleagues supported each other, wiped their tears and walked towards Mangshan Mountain.

The autumn wind blew through the blue mountains and forests, but Hanchen's heart was already barren. The 20-meter-high tomb is lush and lush, like a part of Mangshan Mountain, and like a giant resting on a large sleeping palace building, looking down on the human beings coming from the city.

The hour-long trek had exhausted Xun Shuang's physical strength. His shoes and socks were wet with dew, and his steps became heavier. Even with a stick in his hand, he still gradually fell behind the team.

"Duke Ci Ming, let's take a rest." Cai Yong, who was traveling with him, was healthy, and supported Xun Shuang to sit on the pedestal of the stone horse by the side of the road.Both of them were wearing official uniforms, so there were no soldiers to whip, and they passed by with an indifferent glance.

Xun Shuang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and rubbed his fingers back and forth on the rough branches: "Dong Zhuo is tyrannical, so he might not be able to complete the ceremony. If we rest for a long time, I'm afraid the ceremony will be over."

Cai Yong didn't believe it: "Mr. Ciming is one of the three lords after all. If the three lords are not equal, how do we start the ceremony?"

"He even dared to burn Luoyang City, so why would he care about small sacrifices?" Xun Shuang looked at this colleague with a magical gaze, and lowered his voice, "You don't really believe that Dong Zhuo can still be saved, do you?"

Cai Yong turned his face away "na na".

At this moment, commotion came from the cemetery in front, and there were even cries coming from far and near. "What's going on?" The two Confucian scholars quickly stood up on crutches, and saw Dong Zhuo carrying the weeping little emperor, laughing and roaring past.

"See you, cry and cry, let's go then!" The speed of the car was so fast that the stumbling ministers and court ladies ran up crying after it disappeared.Because the team turned back halfway, the road to the cemetery was immediately congested.

"What's going on?" Cai Yong grabbed a little maid who was running around.

There was a shallow scar on the little maid's cheek, and she replied with a mournful face: "Dong...Dong Xiangguo had someone dig up the imperial tomb a long time ago, and now even the late emperor's coffin is gone... woo woo woo... What should the big man do? ?”

With a dull expression on his face that had been refreshed, Cai Yong slowly loosened the elbow of the little maid, allowing her to disappear and be carried away by the flow of people. "Ci... Lord Ciming."

"Oh." Xun Shuang sighed, and stepped forward, "Let's go, if you don't follow, let alone a sacrifice, I'm afraid you will be whipped."

This time Cai Yong was led away by Xun Shuang.Cai Yong was like a walking corpse, with only two tear marks clearly visible on his face.

The sun didn't seem to feel people's mood, and at this time, it pushed away the clouds.The dazzling yellow light shone on the earth, coating the Lingdi Wenling Mausoleum with a strange color.Later, the folks recorded this supernatural event as follows:

When Dong Zhuo destroyed the tomb of Emperor Ling and left, suddenly the sky was bright, and the sky and the earth were golden.The three hundred stone horses on both sides of the mausoleum road were smashed one by one, and countless soldiers and officials were injured by the gravel.Dong Zhuo had a finger cut off by the debris, and the little emperor had a broken leg.Immediately afterwards, the seal of the emperor's mausoleum collapsed, there was no fire in the temple, and countless dust fell from the sky.Some people even witnessed red dragon snakes rise from the fire and turn into smoke in the sun.

At that time, some warlocks said that this is the end of the man's life.Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, was the son of the Red Snake, and the Eastern Han Dynasty advocated the virtue of fire.The Red Snake died in the yellow light, symbolizing that Huo De will be replaced by Tu De.

However, no matter how this supernatural event fermented, it also fueled some people's ambition to become emperor.For those present, it was tantamount to a huge disaster.

Xun Shuang was lucky.Because one second before the explosion, his mouth and nose were covered by someone, and the strong smell of alcohol made him unconscious.

When he woke up, there were no living people around.It was already dark, and there were scattered corpses lying on the mausoleum path, including soldiers, court ladies, servants and ministers.He himself was covered in dust, but miraculously only scratched.

Cai Yong next to him still had a big gash on his arm.

The two old men looked at Wenling, which was burning in the night, and looked at the rubble all over the ground.Xun Shuang felt that even if the Underworld and the Underworld came to the world, it wouldn't surprise him anymore. "Let's see... is there anyone... survived." He said slowly.

Cai Yong: "Okay..."

As you get older, your eyes get blurred.If it weren't for the fire in Wenling, it would be really difficult to see the gravel on the ground clearly.The two stumbled and walked around, but did not find any more survivors. On the contrary, some places were particularly tragic. Even people were cut in half, feces and flesh were mixed together, and the stench was overwhelming.

"You and I are really lucky." Xun Shuang sighed, "Fortunately, I didn't find His Majesty's clothes, so I think it's safe."

Cai Yong vomited once, and his face turned blue: "Ping An... such a terrible omen, how can there be any peace at all? It is said that His Majesty sacrificed to Wenling and Wenling collapsed. Hundreds of officials were killed and injured. Dong Zhuo can dethrone at any time." The emperor stands on his own."

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, only feeling that the coolness of the autumn night soaked into the bone marrow.what to do?Should I go west to Chang'an to throw myself into the trap, or return to my hometown to protect myself?

At this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded in the night.

Xun Shuang was startled, and hurriedly dragged Cai Yong to hide behind a tree. Before he could hide, he heard a woman's voice from afar: "Go, see... are there any survivors. I brought some medicine." Save what you can." There was an incomprehensible pain in Xun Shuang's tone, but the tone of his voice seemed familiar.

Before Xun Shuang had time to think about it, he saw dozens of armored soldiers roll up their sleeves and scatter to collect the corpses.At the same time, it was accompanied by shouts in various accents:

"anyone there?"

"Are there any survivors?"

"Dong Zhuo has already fled to the west, we are the Kwantung Allied Forces, coming from Luoyang City."

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Hearing that it was the Kwantung Allied Army, the two old men couldn't help being overjoyed, and hurried out from behind the tree.After reporting their names, they were politely brought to a bullock cart.A person in the car turned around slowly, his long black hair was only tied into a strand, fluttering in the wind under the moonlight.

"Mr. Ci Ming." The woman didn't salute, the flames illuminated her cheeks, and there seemed to be water glistening in her beautiful almond eyes, "I'm terrified."

However, Xun Shuang was already shocked by surprise at this time, unable to notice her strangeness: "Cao Sheng? Zhong Hua? Why did you come here?"

Cao Sheng pulled Xun Shuang and Cai Yong into the cart one after the other, then knelt down and wiped his tears, and made a big salute: "I follow my brother Cao Cao's army. Changsha prefect Sun Jian and my brother are attacking Luoyang. I wanted to I went to Lantai to collect the books, but on the way I saw a fire in Mang Mountain, so I turned to this place. I don’t know where..."

Xun Shuang and Cai Yong also narrated what happened, and finally said strangely: "At that time, I smelled the aroma of wine and lost consciousness. I vaguely heard the sound of a stone horse cracking, and I don't know more about it."

Ah Sheng frowned: "I'm afraid it's a bit miraculous."

"Such a catastrophe is not due to the power of ghosts and gods, can it be done by humans?"

Ah Sheng turned his head away, just at this time a soldier came to report, saying how many corpses had been collected.She sighed and said, "Now that this place is in turmoil, I can't wait for long. And some of them are...too dilapidated and unrecognizable, so...let's try to bury them in separate pits."

There can't be more straw mats wrapped around each corpse. It's fine if the corpse is not eaten by wild dogs in the wilderness.As for Emperor Ling's mausoleum, there were no bones left or right inside, and there was no way to save the fire for a while, so he had to turn back to Luoyang first.

Ah Sheng was still thinking about Lantai's ancient books and the collections of various families.Although what she wanted the most had already been transcribed, but the originals were cultural relics after all, and it counted as much as could be snatched back.I just hope that Sun Jian and Cao Cao can take down Luoyang as soon as possible, the inside has not been burned clean yet.

After leaving Mang Mountain, more soldiers from the Cao family gathered, gradually forming a scale of 300 people. They marched in the dark in a neat line without making a sound.In the team was a man who covered half his face with a mask, crying silently.

The truth, together with those white fibers that should not have appeared in this era, was silently annihilated in the autumn wind of 186 years.

The author has something to say: big scene?It may be different from what you imagined.

For Ah Sheng, Xun Shuang was actually second, and Cai Yong was incidental. Her main purpose was to take away the last authority of the Han Dynasty, to kill the confidence of the scholars in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and to give an excuse for proclaiming the emperor.As long as there are many people who rise up to proclaim the emperor first, the pressure of public opinion on Cao Cao will not be so great.Of course, Xiliang soldiers/little emperors/royalists are also acceptable. The current Cao Cao is different from the history. Cai Yong's appeal can have a chance of winning without relying on "holding the emperor".

Intentions are actually very cruel, so she would say "I am terrified".