"We are here, in this troubled world, as a man of honor, galloping on the battlefield with gold and iron, fighting with swords and writing, grudges and grudges with pleasure, I should have a place in this world." Yuan Xi looked at the roaring Yellow River.
191, White Horse Ferry.
Taizong of the Jin Dynasty, Emperor Xuanwu, actual records.
In front of the heroes of the first generation, Dong Zhuo, Yuan Shao, Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Jian, Yuan Xi did not dare to be presumptuous, but among the second generation descendants, perhaps.
Yuan Xi: From the first generation onwards, who else would be better than me?
Sun Ce: Sun Bofu, I would like to compete.
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Regarding Yuan Shang's impression, Yuan Xi felt that his third brother was just like Li Shimin's younger brother, Li Yuanji.
In the early days, their relationship as brothers was really good.
But later, everything changed. Power corrupts everything. As for what will happen in the future, it's hard to say.
Soon, Yuan Xi returned to his residence. What happened today was not surprising to him.
However, now that the matter has come to an end, it is useless to say more. Before going to Hebei, he has to make some arrangements and say goodbye to Gao Yue. Such a beautiful woman has to stay alone in an empty house again.
In response to this, Yuan Xi could only secretly apologize, there was no way, no one could escape in this troubled world, he could only continue to grow stronger in order to protect them.
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In the corridor, Yuan Xi met the servant Yuan He.
"I've met the young master." Yuan He said with courtesy.
Yuan Xi nodded and said, "Yuan He, I am going to Yecheng, Hebei Province with my father. You should keep an eye on this place and make sure to protect my wife's safety."
"Master, please rest assured. Anyone who wants to touch my wife must first step on my body, Yuan He." Yuan He solemnly promised.
"Okay." After saying that, Yuan Xi left in a hurry.
At this time, Yuan He wanted to say something else.
However, Yuan Xi's figure had disappeared around the corner, and he could only swallow the many doubts in his heart.
Yuan He thought, it was strange that his young master was named by his lord Yuan Shao to go out with the army.
Logically speaking, now that Yuan Tan has returned from Chenliu, as the eldest son in the family, he must come with him no matter what.
However, in the end, it was his second son who went to Yecheng, Hebei Province. Thinking of this, Yuan He had a lot of thoughts.
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"Cough, cough." Zhu Jun spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Father, father, are you okay?" Zhu Mu hurriedly stepped forward, patted Zhu Jun on the back and asked with concern.
"Cough, cough, cough, it's okay, I'm not dead yet."
Zhu Jun suppressed his cough and forced a smile.
Zhu Mu took the opportunity to persuade, "Father, why don't you go to Chang'an? We will wait for Master Wang in Luoyang."
"My son, be careful. Your father and I are the generals of the imperial court. Why don't you go when your majesty summons you?" Zhu Jun frowned and interrupted Zhu Mu who was still thinking about what to say.
"But, father, your body really can't bear it." Zhu Mu looked at his father with tears in his eyes.
"Ahem, cough, Mu'er, take back your tears, you are the queen of the gate." Zhu Jun said with an angry expression.
"Going to Chang'an is unpredictable. Father, please think twice."
Zhu Mu sadly looked at Zhu Jun and urged him hard.
"Even if I die as a father, I will die on the way to Chang'an. Mu'er will prepare a coffin for my father."
Zhu Jun looked in the direction of Chang'an and said decisively.
192, Luoyang, Zhu Jun’s camp.
After being defeated by Zhu Jun, in order to stabilize the situation, Li Que conquered Zhu Jun into Chang'an in the name of Emperor Xian.
Zhu Jun: Old minister, you should walk with the corpse.
The three heroes of the late Han Dynasty, Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun, and Lu Zhi, all lived up to their reputation. They were truly the last pillars of the Han Dynasty.
