The golden sunlight penetrates the clouds, and everything shines under its illumination.
The rolling mountains seem to be covered with golden gauze, magnificent and mysterious.
The heat wave of the earth is rolling, baking the dry weeds on the roadside, exuding a faint burnt aroma.
On the dilapidated official road in the distance, a mighty cavalry team was galloping towards them. The sound of horse hooves was like rolling thunder, shaking the earth.
Liu Yan was riding on Zhu Ri's back, holding the horse's mane tightly with one hand and the reins with the other. His body leaned forward slightly and his speed was very fast, leaving the large group of people far behind.
At this moment, he was extremely anxious!
An urgent message from Yuhuatian disrupted his original plan to go to Jingzhou. After asking Yuwen Chengdu to properly arrange Cai Yong's family, he immediately galloped towards the Peach Blossom Spring.
The speed of chasing the sun was extremely fast, and more than two thousand Black Dragon Guards behind him struggled to catch up. The yellow sand rolled up by the iron cavalry covered the sky.
A carriage drawn by three horses galloped in the middle of the procession.
The road was bumpy and bumpy, and the carriage was speeding through the smoke and dust.
In the carriage, Hu Zhao and Cai Yong clung to the handle on the wall. Their bodies were numb from the continuous impact, and their bones seemed to be falling apart.
Hu Zhao's angry voice came from the carriage, "Slow down! Run slower! You beasts, I'm going to be killed!" This world-famous scholar was speaking as rudely as a common man.
Cai Yong was like a puddle of mud. The violent jolts of the carriage made him bang against the wall of the carriage. The pain made him unable to speak.
Hu Zhao moved his body with difficulty and touched Cai Yong lightly with his foot. "Bojie, Cai Bojie, how are you?" He shouted loudly, but Cai Yong did not respond.
Hu Zhao's heart tightened, and he turned around and shouted out the car window: "Stop the car, stop the car quickly!"
Although the two bickered on a daily basis, there was no deep hatred.
After these few days of chess games, the two of them had already settled their differences. Seeing Cai Yong like this now, Hu Zhao was extremely anxious.
However, his voice gradually became hoarse, but the Black Dragon Guard outside turned a deaf ear to his voice and remained indifferent, without slowing down at all.
At this moment, the anger in Hu Zhao's heart was like a ignited flame, rising continuously.
He shouted sternly: "You bastards, stop the car quickly! Stop the car!" However, no matter how he shouted, the carriage still moved forward quickly, and no one paid any attention to it.
His eyes flashed with cruelty, and he said coldly: "You all remember, we are also the Lord's ministers. If I die at your hands today, you will not be able to escape the blame! Stop the car quickly, Otherwise Bojie will not be saved!" His words carried a kind of intimidation, as if they were going to penetrate the air and pierce people's hearts.
However, these threatening words seemed to fall into the sea without any response.
The soldiers of the Black Dragon Guard only obeyed the orders of Liu Yan. Now that Liu Yan was far away, they must follow him and protect his safety.
As for the life and death of other people, to them, it is like weeds on the roadside, and no one cares about it at all.
Hu Zhao seemed to have seen through this and understood the helplessness of the situation. He moved his body with great effort and slowly approached the rear of the carriage.
He opened the tail window forcefully and shouted Zhao Yun's name as hard as he could.
Zhao Yun and he also joined in halfway, and usually got along well with each other. He hoped that Zhao Yun would hear his call and come to help stop the carriage, otherwise, the two of them might really die today.
Every cry carries his despair and hope. The heartbreaking pain in his throat was unbearable. He leaned weakly against the window lattice, breathing heavily as if he was sucking all the air into his lungs.
He looked behind through the billowing smoke. Zhao Yun was following behind the team, a little far away.
Hu Zhao looked at the chaotic scene in front of him with despair in his heart.
He slumped helplessly in the corner of the carriage, his eyes falling on Cai Yong who was knocked to the ground and rolling all over the place.
Pain and exhaustion were intertwined, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and a crystal tear fell on the back of his hand.
Just as he fell into despair, a familiar object caught his attention. It was the chessboard he and Cai Yong had played against for the past few days.
He was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the chessboard in his hand, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly had a plan in mind.
He forced himself to climb back to the front of the car, his deep eyes locked on a galloping horse in front of him. He found the right moment, swung the chessboard in his hand, and hit the horse's hind leg as accurately as a Frisbee.
The war horse stumbled to the ground instantly and made a roar. Then, the horses behind fell down due to the sudden obstacle in front, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
The carriage was finally stopped successfully. However, what was surprising was that all the Black Dragon Guard soldiers seemed not to notice this scene. They bypassed them on both sides and pursued forward even harder.
At this moment, there is only one thing in their minds: to catch up with Liu Yan and protect his safety!
If Liu Yan encounters any accidents ahead, Qiu Tianzhi will definitely make them pay a heavy price. So they charge forward regardless.
Zhao Yun stopped beside the carriage and asked nervously: "Mr. Hu, Mr. Cai, are you okay?" There was a hint of concern and worry in his voice.
There was silence in the carriage, and no sound could be heard. Zhao Yun quickly jumped off the horse and opened the door curtain of the carriage.
Hu Zhao was seen lying in the car, breathing heavily, while Cai Yong had fallen into a coma and his breath was weak.
Without any extra considerations, Zhao Yun immediately summoned a Black Dragon Guard soldier who had just stumbled and began emergency treatment. Perhaps Cai Yong's life should not have been taken. After some intense rescue efforts, his life was saved, but he had not yet regained consciousness.
Under the scorching sun, Zhuri's figure was like a bright white light, carrying Liu Yan over mountains and ridges and across rivers.
Liu Yan was deeply shocked that he showed no signs of fatigue after two or three consecutive hours of flying and his breathing was steady.
Since acquiring the Sun, Liu Yan has never ridden it at full speed. Today was the first time he tried it, and his performance exceeded his expectations every day.
Worthy of being a spiritual beast from another world, this is the true Thousand Mile Horse.
After galloping for a while, Liu Yan finally arrived at the gate of Peach Blossom Spring at about midnight.
After not seeing him for more than half a month, the guards and farmers were all happy when they saw him and greeted him cordially.
After Liu Yan responded hurriedly, he rode towards his manor. From a distance, he saw Yuhuatian waiting at the door.
Liu Yan turned over and dismounted. The severe pain in his thighs and buttocks caused him to retreat repeatedly. Fortunately, Yu Huatian's quick eyes and hands helped him to avoid falling.
Liu Yan's legs were shaking. He bent over and tried his best to stabilize his body.
Facing Yuhuatian, he waved his hand, indicating that the other party should not be nervous, and asked eagerly: "How is the situation in Jiaozhou and Yangzhou? Is the situation deteriorating?"
The reason why he rushed back to the manor anxiously was because Yuhuatian mentioned in the dispatch that large-scale riots broke out in these two states, involving tens of thousands of mobs.
Now, the severe physical pain has been temporarily forgotten by him. What worries him most is the situation in these two states.
Yuhuatian understood Liu Yan's anxiety and hurriedly comforted him: "Don't worry, my lord, the riots in Jiaozhou and Yangzhou have been suppressed by the two generals Lan Yu and Sima Kong. You can go inside and rest first."
With that said, he turned around and shouted to the guard at the door of the manor: "Come quickly, help the Lord enter the manor to rest!"
Liu Yan was gently carried into the manor by the guards and placed on the soft bed in his bedroom.
He lay on the bed, feeling mixed for a moment. He rushed back to the manor desperately because of the riots in the two states, and now the riots have been put down. From a common sense perspective, this is undoubtedly good news.
However, there was an inexplicable feeling of depression in his heart, as if all his efforts were in vain and his injuries were in vain. This emotion made him feel strange.
He turned to a guard and said, "Go and ask Tianxuan to come over. I haven't heard her play the piano for a long time. Ask her to come over and play a piece for me."
"As you command, young master." The guard left in response.
Only Liu Yan and Yu Huatian were left in the room. Liu Yan adjusted his posture so that he could lie on the bed more comfortably. He looked at Yuhuatian and said: "Regarding the situation in Yangzhou and Jiaozhou, please tell me in detail. What is going on? Why did such a large-scale riot break out?"
Yu Huatian gently drew back the long sword hanging on his waist, then raised his hand and reported to Liu Yan: "My lord, the situation now is not just Jiaozhou and Yangzhou, the whole world has fallen into chaos. , there are angry mobs everywhere, and some counties have even been captured."
When Liu Yan heard this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. He tried to review the historical records of his previous life in his mind, trying to find any clues related to this.
However, neither official history nor unofficial history records any other major riots besides the Yellow Turban Rebellion in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.
Now, the time is 182, and the Yellow Turban Uprising should not have broken out until one year later, in 184.
"Could it be that the direction of history has changed..." Liu Yan's heart was filled with turmoil.
As a time traveler, he always thought that he had the ability to discern opportunities in this long river of history.
However, if the trajectory of history has really changed, what is his advantage?
Yuhuatian saw Liu Yan deep in thought, lying motionless on the bed, as if he was having a fierce struggle in his heart.
He hesitated for a moment, but decided to express his opinion: "Lord, I think this riot may be the Yellow Turban Rebellion you mentioned before."
A look of surprise flashed across Liu Yan's face for an instant, as if he had suddenly encountered a violent storm, which caught him off guard.
He tried to prop himself up, but fell heavily back onto the bed due to the sharp pain that shot through his body.
Upon seeing this, Yuhuatian hurriedly stretched out his hand, but Liu Yan gently waved his hand, indicating that he did not need support.
Liu Yan endured the pain, his face full of doubts. He looked directly at Yuhuatian with a hint of anxiety in his tone: "How did you know that this riot was related to the Yellow Turban Rebellion? According to the results of my divination, the Yellow Turban Rebellion should not break out until a year later."
Has the trajectory of history really deviated from the established path? At this moment, Liu Yan felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.
He didn't want to believe this fact, but Jin Yiwei's intelligence had always been extremely accurate.
Seeing Liu Yan's solemn expression, Yuhuatian held his hands respectfully and said, "My lord, maybe some variables have disturbed the cause and effect. You might as well make another divination to clarify the future direction."
Liu Yan felt bitter after hearing this. How should he explain to Yuhuatian that he actually didn't know how to divination at all, and all that was just nonsense.
At the beginning, he was just idle and revealed some future events to the civil servants and generals, and some of those predictions have already come true.
Everyone was shocked and asked what happened. Liu Yan couldn't explain it and could only lie and claim that he could deduce the secret of heaven.
From then on, he was respected by everyone as the "Chosen One" who could understand yin and yang and predict the secrets of heaven, and he was highly respected.
But if history really changes, then his lies will be self-defeating.
After thinking for a moment, Liu Yan turned to Yuhuatian and asked with sharp eyes: "How powerful are they, and who is leading them? Where is the starting point?"
Yuhuatian respectfully raised his hands and replied: "According to the latest intelligence from Jinyiwei, the total number of rebels gathered in various states is between 600 and 700,000, and more people are joining their ranks.
They were led by none other than Zhang Jiao, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army you mentioned, and they started in Julu. "
At this time, Yuhuatian's expression became slightly complicated, and he paused slightly, as if he was considering his words. "However," he finally said, "they did not wear yellow scarves and chant the slogan 'The sky is dead, the yellow sky will stand' as you described."
Yu Huatian's words were like a sharp dagger, completely piercing the remaining luck in Liu Yan's heart.
At the same time, an inexplicable confusion arose in his heart. The characters and the starting point were correct, but those two unique and iconic features disappeared without a trace. What on earth was going on?
However, now that the wheels of history have turned, let it take its course.
Liu Yan knew very well that the current top priority was to stabilize the territory in his hands. In other aspects, he must remain unchanged in response to changes.
Thinking of this, he looked at Yuhuatian again, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. "Apart from Yangzhou and Jiaozhou, are the other areas under our jurisdiction safe? Especially Yizhou and Xizhou, what is the situation there?"
Yuhuatian replied calmly: "My lord, except for the turmoil in Yangzhou and Jiaozhou, other areas are safe.
No riots occurred in Jingzhou, Yizhou and Xizhou, and order was in order.
Especially Xizhou, after more than a year of careful management by Mr. Bao Zheng, has become full of vitality. "There was a touch of relief in his voice.
"In Xizhou, the crops you gave me, my lord, played a vital role. Today, there are prosperous industries and a prosperous population.
The people's admiration for you is beyond words, and they have built shrines for you one after another, and the incense is flourishing every day. "
