The darkness fell into sight, and the bloody body in the robe in the dragon pattern fell down.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ren Hongchang's hand was inserted into his hair bun, his eyes widened and screamed. In the darkness that descended, the figure carrying a dagger pushed away the thin girl next to him and rushed towards the collapsed woman. A dim light, the figure was running in chaos, shouting that someone had passed by the assassinator and went to hug the emperor on the ground, and someone drew his sword and rushed forward.

The sprint dagger hit the blade that had been slashed three times in a row. The figure that was sprinting quickly fought with a female guard. The sword fell from the opponent's hand, and the jingling sounded. The palm holding the dagger brushed across the white neck. Han Long walked over without expression, pulled his backhand, and with a slap, a stream of blood flowed out along the wound. The female servant covered her blood-burning neck and stumbled backwards. Her eyes began to tilt, and the figure of an assassin turned towards the emperor.

"Yuan Chief! Be careful" she made her last voice.

Ren Hongchang was awakened by the sound of horse hooves outside the palace gate, and the torch light was coming here. The dim light reflected the assassin passing through his eyes and instantly pulled closer. Her pupils suddenly shrank, she pulled out the long sword at her waist, roared with a loud "ah", holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the sword light crossed the trajectory, and slashed down and pressed down on the opponent's dagger with all her might. Her stunning face turned ferocious, and the sword edge pressed the dagger, squeaking out a long spark, flashing out the face of the assassin on the opposite side.

It was the face of a man who was even younger than her.

"Why-why-will-thumbs up your majesty!" Ren Hongchang stared at the other party with wet red eyes and gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.

Outside, the sound of horse hooves and footsteps were rapid, and the armored weapons made a slight trembling sound as they ran. Han Long was still expressionless, but he turned his head slightly. Hearing the movements of the army outside approaching, the next second, he raised his foot and lifted up the palace robe and kicked Ren Hongchang's lower abdomen. His delicate body staggered back a few steps. As his vision shook, Han Long stepped closer and the moment the dagger stabbed out suddenly.

There was a sound of footsteps, and I stepped towards the stone steps.

The burly body rushed into the palace gate. A heavy black spear pierced the air and roared. Han Long stopped the dagger that was cast, and he turned sideways with all his strength. With a loud noise, he pressed the dagger back. He flew out like a cannonball and smashed it into the crowd. He threw several people down and rolled to the ground. In half a breath, he quickly got up, climbed over the stone railing and ran quickly into the palace.

"Chasing! His arm is broken and he can't run far." The general waved, and dozens of soldiers who followed him rushed out of the crowd and chased out.

Ren Hongchang covered his stomach and looked at the general who saved him in a panic. Before he could thank him, a series of footsteps sounded outside the palace gate on the right. A figure in armor led dozens of people in big steps, with a strong and powerful voice: "Yuan Rang, where is Your Majesty?!"

"Your Majesty is over there." The general holding a big gun was Xiahou Dun. He turned around and looked at the corpse surrounded by a group of palace servants. He lowered his voice: "Brother, if there is an assassin to assassin, I will be one step later!"

The personal guards who came to him separated the palace servants. Cao Cao stood in front of the body in the pool of blood. The guards looked into their noses and lowered their voices: "Lord, Your Majesty is dead."

Cao Cao clenched his fists and pursed his lips and stared at the corpse silently.

Next to him, a young scholar frowned and pulled over the tall, wide and fat guard: "Zhongkang!"

"Guo Jiji, what's the matter?" Xu Zhu didn't feel anything about whether the emperor died or not. He bowed his hands in a normal tone, then bowed his upper body, and Guo Jia, opposite him, whispered a few words. He nodded, took a tiger-headed knife and took a few soldiers to the palace gate to wave to the soldiers entering the city, and his voice was like a bronze bell: "You follow me!" He blocked the palace gate, held the hilt of the knife, leaned on the ground, and shouted loudly to the ministers and ministers who were hiking: "My lord has an order. Your Majesty is exhausted when he travels east to Luoyang. You should not disturb him. Find a place to rest and come to see you tomorrow.

At the same time, in the palace gate, Guo Jia sent Xu Zhuhou and quickly walked to the silent figure, "Lord, now we are not considering who is doing it. We should block the news immediately. We cannot let the people of the world know that Your Majesty is dead, otherwise we will no longer have any plans to use the emperor to order the princes."

"What should Fengxiao think of it?"

Cao Cao looked at Liu Xie's body for a moment, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His voice was a little bitter and choked.

The torch crackled and a spark popped up, reflecting Guo Jia's gaze, the palace servants who had more than 300 people around him, raised their palms and made a cut, "Everyone who knows it will kill."

The back turned around, Cao Cao looked at him gloomyly and narrowed his eyes

Step by step

The broken Gong Yu was running, and because of the severe pain in his arms, his steps could not run fast. He rang out of the air behind him, and he was nailed to a pillar under the eaves. Dozens of Qingzhou soldiers following closely behind. Someone shot arrows to force the other party's route. Soon after, a collapsed pillar and some bricks blocked the assassin's way.

It's a dead end.

Han Long took off the dagger in his mouth, pinched it in his other hand, and roared at dozens of soldiers.

"Fengxiao thought of it and do it!" Cao Cao said softly, picked up Liu Xie's body from the ground and handed it to a guard, "stripping off the dragon robe, finding a well, and throwing it in."

Next to him, the queen rushed over, grabbed the guard and cried: "What do you want to do in Cao Yanzhou, where do you want to take Your Majesty? Your Majesty is still alive, save him. Please return Your Majesty to me!"

Cao Cao pursed his lips, pulled away the hand that was holding the guard, waved his hand, and the guard nodded in his arms, holding the body and headed to the deep palace. Fu Shou knelt down to the ground, tears fell down, and there was no sound of crying in his slightly opened lips. Cao Cao squatted down, took a silk handkerchief and threw it on the girl's hand, and then slowly got up.

"Don't cry, the queen cannot be without a husband, the Han Dynasty, nor the emperor. Cao Cao, just find another one for you."

He saw Xiahou Dun, who knew it and brought hundreds of soldiers in, preparing to bring more than 300 male and female palace servants surrounded by the palace gate into the palace. A figure suddenly came over and knelt down in front of Cao Cao, "I am the imperial chief in the palace, and I am willing to serve the new 'Your Majesty' and the Queen."

"You are familiar with the affairs of the palace, so you and your people stay." Cao Cao patted his thin shoulders and walked over and stopped for a while. Only the other party could hear the voice saying: "Precaution the palace well, don't kill me just because you are beautiful."

Ren Hongchang bit his lip, glanced at the girl in front of him, and lowered his head: "Yes!"

Cao Cao nodded with relief and walked towards the palace gate. A moment later, a soldier came from the palace: "Report to the lord, the assassin has been captured."

"Take it down, I'll interrogate it myself."

The pace stopped, then turned around, followed the soldier, and passed by the palace maids and eunuchs who had brought into the palace, miserable screams of mercy and death sounded under the eaves of the corridor. Xiahou Dun wiped his bloody hands, carried a gun out of the collapsed hall door, and walked with Cao Cao to the room where the assassin was imprisoned.

The holey windows were filled with torches and were cast on the ground outside, and the sound of a whip sucking flesh came from inside. When the door was pushed open, an assassin with a stripped robe was tied to the hall pillar. Several soldiers asked loudly while whipping each other. Bloody scars were drawn out from their strong bodies. In their ruthless position, some flesh and blood were gone.

The assassin with a scattered bun just lowered his head, gritted his teeth and groaned a few times, and never even made a cry of begging for mercy.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Cao Cao, who was dragging his cloak in, sighed when he saw him, drew his sword and pointed it at the other party's chin, and raised his drooping face, "You are an assassin, you are a person who is responsible for doing things. As long as you tell who is behind your back, I will spare you."

Han Long half-tugged at the other person, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, revealing bloody teeth: "Why are you so stupid? You should know that you know that you didn't think of leaving alive when you came to assassinate the emperor."

"But Your Majesty is not dead!" Cao Cao spoke expressionlessly, and Xiahou Dun behind him curled his lips.

"Don't want to scare me." Han Long was bleeding from his mouth and laughed hoarsely: "I always acted like a vital person, even if I didn't die now, I'll still bleed and die later. I'm just stupid, hahaha."

"You thief is killing you"

"Brother, no!"

Behind, Xiahou Dun suddenly shouted furiously. He was reckless, but he had always respected his elder brother the most. He blocked it and raised his big gun and was about to poke it. At this time, someone came in outside the house and suddenly shouted. Cao Cao could hear who the sound was. He turned around and saw Cao Chun strode in. He looked at the bound assassin, and the other party turned his gaze and smiled: "It turned out to be Brother Cao."

"Zihe, when did you know this assassin who was seeking death?" Xiahou Dun put down his gun and looked back and forth between the two, a little confused.

Seeing Cao Cao's eyes also looked over, Cao Chun raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "I didn't know at first that I was in the back. After seeing Guo Jijiu asking Li Dian and Le Jin hurriedly led his troops out of the city, I realized that Your Majesty was killed. When I came here, I heard your conversation. When I arrived at the door, I saw clearly that the assassin was an old friend." His words paused, and he looked at Han Long, "This man is the leader of Gongsun, and we are familiar with him in Heishan, Jizhou."

Cao Chun's voice echoed in the room. Cao Cao closed his eyes and listened for a while. His brows were soothing and frowned. The fire in the room swayed. He suddenly raised his sword and slashed the bound assassin with a sword.

puff!

The rope broke and fell to the ground. With a bang, the sword returned to the sheath.

"Put him medicine, press him down and take care of him! Let Gongsun Zhi come to ask for someone in person." After saying this, he carried the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and turned around and left.

Not long after the night passed, all officials were trembling and trembling and trembling, passing through this early morning in the dilapidated house. In the distant mountains outside Luoyang, the cavalry scattered and scattered in the fields. In the deep dark night, the surroundings seemed quiet. The running torches occasionally found remote houses several miles or dozens of miles. Several knights went to knock on the door, and a white-haired old woman came out slowly.

"Do you have children?" a voice asked.

The old woman shook her head, her turbid eyes were scared, and then she retreated and wanted to close the door, but was pushed away by the other party. Her rude body pushed her into her. She raised the torch and looked at the small house. She did not have anyone and then stepped out. The old woman cried in fear: "My son was killed by the Xiliang army during the fire in Luoyang. You can take me, the immortal one, away."

However, the few people ignored her and got on the horse and left here.

On the other hand, someone was also searching all over the mountains and fields. Finally, he found a family on a hillside dozens of miles north of Luoyang. He knocked on the door and there was a couple and a son, who was eleven or twelve years old. When the man saw the soldiers' dress, he quickly pulled his wife and children back, looking alert: "If you want anything you like, please take it."

The knight who walked over pointed at the child in his arms and waved. Several other cavalrymen went straight to take away the scared child. The woman rushed over and ran towards her son. One of them turned around and drew his sword and slashed the woman's head. Blood splattered the husband next to her face. The knight waved the knife and pointed at the man, shook his head, and then left the place with his companions with crying loudly.

Only the man was left with his wife's body crying loudly, spreading far away during this night, not only this place, but also many places, killing people and robbing children, constantly happening.

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It's getting dark.

Dong Cheng was dragged up from the corner of the house in his sleep. Before he could come to his senses, he was taken to the palace by a wolf-like soldier and brought to a fairly intact side hall. After entering, he found that dozens of ministers in the court had been gathered here.

Soon, outside the door, Cao Cao's figure led a group of soldiers holding weapons in a row, and stepped towards him in a neat sound. There was also a simple-dressed boy walking beside him, who looked a bit similar to His Majesty today.

It was selected from many children.
Chapter completed!