As this swordsman said, he has always judged the whole world by being close or not.

"Then... your lord is Liu Yun, is he really a loyal minister?" Liu Xie mustered up the courage to ask.

Wen Renjian sneered. At this moment, he lost his patience.

Compared with this immature Emperor, his lord is simply the rebirth of the Three Emperors and the wise ruler of the world.

Wen Renjian regretted it a little, and he felt that it didn't seem to make any sense to do so.

Even if his lord was willing to assist the ten-year-old emperor, he was a little unhappy at this time.

It is a pity to assist the world with this terrible terror.

Wenren Jian Yiqian's mind was thinking a lot at this time.

What if this little emperor is killed? Will the lord have the opportunity to gallop around the world and conquer the world?

However, with the lord's talent, it seems that he does not need to create any so-called opportunity.

So should we kill or not?

So Wenrenjian threw this question to Liu Xie, and he asked, "Your Majesty, do you think I should kill you? Or shouldn't you?"

Liu Xie, who had a pale face, clenched his lower lip. This was a question related to his life and death. He calmed down and thought it seriously.

After a while, he suddenly looked up and looked at Wenren Jian's sharp gaze like a sword, and said, "If you are the people of the world, you should be killed alone! But if you are the foundation of the Han Dynasty, you should not be killed alone!"

"Okay, I won't kill you!"

Wen Renjian threw down this sentence and strode away from the hall, leaving the water without any intention.

Taking charge of the Jiugongsi of Luoyang instead made Wen Renjian's aura become more free and easy.

...

Luoyang was in chaos again, and a group of ministers led by the Minister of the Shangshu Pushe Sun Rui nervously stabilized the collapsed court again.

The Palace of the World was entered by an assassin and the public beheading of Situ Wang Yun was simply a big news.

But everyone in the court had some clarity in their hearts.

What is Luoyang today?

Yulinlang, who guarded the capital of the capital, was all under Lu Bu's command. It seemed reasonable to see what happened.

The one who died was indeed Wang Yun, who had a close relationship with Lu Bu.

At this time, Lu Bu seemed to have no time to care about the affairs in the court. He was busy guarding his Luoyang.

Li Jue and Guo Si led a group of defeated soldiers to Luoyang City, but seemed to become more aggressive.

In the two days of battle, the two sides have confronted each other three times.

Lu Bu actually won only one game, but a small victory, and two big defeats caused him to lose nearly 10,000 troops.

Luoyang is in great chaos, and this major change has also deviated from many directions in the long history of the past.

At the same time, Gai Xun had a great harvest in Meiwu.

As recorded in history, in Meiwu, Dong Zhuo had about 30,000 jin of gold and 90,000 jin of silver, and other pearls, jade and miscellaneous objects, brocade, silk and silk, and countless others.

The food that Liu Yun was most worried about was even more of a surprise.

Gai Xun roughly estimated that the food in Meiwu was enough to support the 100,000 Hanyang Army for three years.

Jiang Zheng rushed to fight in Luoyang, and Meiwu was no less than a battle for Gai Xun.

To make a complete plan, some of the property here must be transferred to Yunshan, and this is not something that can be accomplished in just one or two seconds.

After receiving Gai Xun's report, Liu Yun swept away the anger in his heart and felt relieved all of a sudden.

In the afternoon of that day, he returned to Chang'an City.

After looking around the magnificent Weiyang Hall, Liu Yun took two hundred guards to set out in Huayin.

Except for Li Ji, the dog thing, now in front of Liu Yun, everything seems to be clear.

When there wasn't so much chaotic entanglement in his mind, things became simple.

Liu Yun didn't want to interfere in the matter of the Nine Palaces of Chang'an. If Li Ji could handle it, he would let him deal with it. If he couldn't handle it, Liu Yun would deal with Li Ji.

Even if he talks about benevolence and righteousness, Liu Yun deeply felt that if he continued to do so, he would have to die of overwork.

And this should not be something he, as the leader of the three armies, should worry about.

The ninety-nine people in Chang'an Nine Palaces were assassinated by someone. It should be that Li Ji needed to consider the aftermath. He came to him and said, "If you don't treat him, Liu Yun felt that he was already very kind."

There can be one or two of this matter, but there will never be three.

The appearance of the land across the Qinling Mountains has become different again.

If there are ninety-nine levels in the sky, then on the earth, there are two levels of land on both sides of the Qinling Mountains.

At night at the western border, Liu Yun led his people into a desolate village and planned to stop here tonight.

In the Central Plains, war is everywhere, and almost no village can survive.

The same is true here.

Looking around, there are about a hundred families in the village, which is deserted.

The fields are deserted, the walls are falling, the house is collapsed, like a lonely grave on earth.

Except for seeing an old woman with a wooden stick at the entrance of the village, Liu Yun never saw any living person again.

Such a picture is particularly suitable for the horror films of later generations.

It should be said that this is a horror movie in itself.

The old woman guarding the deserted village used a burnt wooden stick to write about peace in the world over and over again on the loess.

His shriveled eyes were filled with tears, but he could not wait to return home in glory.

Liu Yun left some food for the old woman, but didn't know what to say to comfort her.

He, in this war, now plays the role of a dominant person, and really doesn't know how to comfort an old woman who has lost her son and loved ones.

Perhaps, her sons died in battle with the Hanyang Army.

The emperor is still there, but his majesty does not exist. Among the many princes in the world, Liu Yun is now considered a superior.

For ordinary people struggling on the verge of survival, Liu Yun has a lot to do, but his ability is still limited.

He cannot make any promises, nor dare to say anything big.

In the abandoned courtyard, soldiers lit a fire and were cooking tea for Liu Yun.

In such an environment, it is absolutely happiness to be able to drink a sip of hot tea.

But Liu Yun was in a bad mood at all, and even felt very sad.

In front of him was the old woman, who stretched out her dry palm like an old tree to him, and her eyes filled with tears were full of begging.

She didn't say anything, but her eyes were like a candle, saying everything.

That old woman is just the representative of countless people in this world.

On the mountains and rivers of the Jiuzhou Province, at this time, there were probably countless old women sitting outside the lonely village with a burnt wooden stick, waiting for her children to come back. Whether they were returning home in glory or coming in a mess with disheveled face, as long as they were still alive.

What else can he do in this tragic life?
Chapter completed!