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Before a ruin covered by broken wooden beams, Sun Jian went to the side of the soldiers.
"What is it?"
"General." The soldier looked very different. He looked back at Sun Jian and gave it to the side: "There is a difference in color."
Different colors? Sun Jianyi looked down and looked down at the broken wall in front of the soldier. Among the layers of broken wood, a strange brilliance was reflected in his eyes. If the brilliance reflected by the jade is different from the ordinary, and there is a feeling in the middle, let him not understand.
Sun Jian pulled out the sabre at the waist, and the knife that covered the top of the room was cut off and put his hand into it.
The burnt charcoal crumbs slipped from Sun Jian's hand, and in his hand he held a piece of square jade wrapped in a half cloth.
Life is strange, the fire burns the city, and the half of the cloth on this jade has no trace of burning.
Wrinkled his brows, Sun Jian opened the cloth on Fang Yu, and Fang Yu exposed, reflecting a clear light, illuminating Sun Jian's face for a moment.
In the clear light, Sun Jian looked at Fang Yu in his hand, and Fang Yu was a stencil-like appearance. One of the horns was cracked and inlaid with gold stone.
A soldier looked at the seal and suddenly thought of what it was, pointing at the seal and saying something.
"General, this is not."
The look of this seal is very similar to the one in the rumor, or exactly the same.
Sun Jian raised his hand and did not let the soldiers say it. He looked down at the jade in his hand.
"The destiny shows that it is a fight?"
Passing on the country, the country, the country, the one who got it, the world.
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Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang, so the sultry smell has only been passed down to the world in a few days, along with the princes who slayed Dong Zhuo's beginnings and ends.
When the princes started together, they had a great momentum. After the soldiers started, there was no war. There were only a few battles with Dong Zhuo outside the tiger prison. There were only a few roads to participate in the war. Most of the time, they could only hear the news that the princes did not move.
Nowadays, there has been a news of the burning of Luoyang, and the useless voices between the towns and the princes are endless.
Dong Zhuo’s fire can be said to mean that all the princes have no war. They are not for the sake of anything, but for profit. Nowadays, there is no need to bear the nickname, and few people in this battle want to fight again.
In a thatched courtyard next to the pastoral garden, the cottage can't be kept cold. Although it is covered with straw curtains, it still has a bit of coldness in the church.
Sitting in a white teenager in the hall, holding a book in his hand and carefully looking at it, frowning and thinking about it from time to time.
It was a problem that I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t think about it. I could only helplessly sigh and lift the pen to record the problem in another book.
A gust of wind blew from the church, the wind was like a collar, and it was cold, and the boy raised his head from the book. Looking outside, it is a bit cold.
Standing up, I took another piece of clothing on the side of the hall and put it on my body.
I was wearing clothes, but I heard footsteps and calls from the hospital.
"Zhong Xiong." A teenager in a blouse opened the straw curtain and looked at the white boy.It is Zhuge Jun and Zhuge Liang who live in Nanyang.
"Zhong Xiong, I am in the city to find out about Luoyang."
Zhuge took a ritual and walked into the hall and said.
"Oh?"
Zhuge Liang’s eyes showed some interest, and he went to the table and sat down, pointing to the front.
"Sit down and talk."
The two sat at the table, Zhuge Liang put the book on the table and put it aside, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zhuge Jun.
"Talk about it, how is Luoyang?"
"Xie Zhongxiong."
Zhuge took the cup and took a sip. There was not so much restraint between the two, and there was no more gift.
"Dong Zhuoqiang ordered the move to Chang'an, and before leaving, all the people in Luoyang City were removed, and all the golden jade in the palace was taken away, and then Luoyang was burned. Now Luoyang City is already a dead city. After the move, the people were driven by the soldiers and horses on the way, and many were trampled and died."
Zhuge's face is dignified, and Luoyang used to be a capital city. It has become such a scene. It is really difficult for people to say it easily.
"Sure enough." Zhuge Liang muttered to himself, seems to have expected the general.
Zhuge is not surprised by Zhuge Liang’s attitude. He is already used to it.
Although his brother is almost out, he can always go out of the mountain.
"What about the princes?" Zhuge Liang asked with a frown.
Zhuge was silent for a while before he looked at the teacup in his hand and said softly: "The princes have died and they have not been chased in Luoyang. It seems that they have plans to retreat."
Sitting at the table.
Zhuge Liang put down the teapot, half a ring, and shook his head: "The trend is irreversible."
From the time of the yellow towel, it has already been doomed to the world.
There is some depression in the church.
"but."
After drinking the tea in his hand, Zhuge suddenly chuckled a bit, as if he wanted to ease the atmosphere and said to Zhuge Liang.
"I also heard some news, maybe my brother is interested."
Zhuge Liang raised his head in confusion and looked at Zhuge’s expression like a smile, but he smiled helplessly.
"How do you learn to be like a younger sister? Then, why bother to hang my appetite?"
Zhuge is licking his mouth and touching himself
The back of the brain.
"It’s strange that the middle-aged brother is too weak and has no human feelings. It will only show some interest at this time."
The atmosphere was a bit easier, and the short-sleeved teenager continued.
"The city said that the princes and Dong Zhuo battled outside the tiger prison, a total of three wars, one defeat and two wins. One of them, under the account of the generals of the Fenwu general Cao Cao. Borrowing the tens of thousands of soldiers out of the air, breaking Dong Zhuo Xianjun Huaxiong, Before the tiger was closed, one person retired to Lu Bu, who was called a white man."
"By borrowing more than 10,000 soldiers from the air?" Zhuge Liang's tone is still calm, but with a little strange.
"You can borrow money from the hands of the princes without any use. This person has a good eloquence."
As for the undefeated Lu Bu, there is nothing in his eyes, personal courage.
"Zhong Xiong, it is rumored that this white dress will be dressed in a literary white, wearing a fight."
Zhuge said another sentence, the white clothes fight, Zhuge Liang's look."In the beginning, everyone did not know, until the battle between the battles was blown down by the wind, it was called the princes knowing that it was a woman. It is rumored that this woman is peerless. Seeing it in the line, the army is silent. The East County Taishou Bridge is a poet."
"In the peach blossom gown, the horses have not heard of each other, and the generations have beautiful, and the thousands of troops stop the voice."
Said here, Zhuge Liang's look is completely stunned.
"Zhong Xiong, do you say that person will be a gentleman?"
Zhuge looked at the courtyard of the straw curtain, where a tree stood.
Looking back at Zhuge Liang's look: "When you want to come to the brethren, you want to know this, and the younger brother will ask them together."
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