Zhang Wen was so stubborn that Dong Zhuo didn't bother to grind his teeth with him. He called the soldiers outside the door and waited for him to come in. He ordered: "Lock him into the imperial prison and tell the jailer to pry open his mouth no matter what method is used."
Ask your accomplices."
"No." The two soldiers clasped their fists and accepted the order. One on the left and one on the right stepped forward to clamp Zhang Wen and dragged him away.
Zhang Wen finally changed his mind. Dong Zhuo had always been cruel and cruel, and the two of them had a personal grudge. Once he entered the prison, he would surely die if he could not get out. He immediately shouted: "I am the Jiuqing Guard."
Lieutenant, even though you are a Grand Master, you have no conclusive evidence, and you imprisoned me privately without the permission of His Majesty, the Third Duke, or the Tingwei, but do you still have Han law in your eyes?..."
Dong Zhuo sneered, Han Code? Han Code is nothing.
Zhang Wen was dragged across the threshold and cursed angrily: "Dong Zhuo, Dong Zhuo... you are a traitor who is good at killing the supreme, harming the loyal and righteous, bringing trouble to the mountains, spreading poison all over the world, indulging Jie, being unruly, Qin, being reckless and cruel, not as good as
Just in case”
This was the first time that Dong Zhuoshang was insulted like this in person, and his face turned red and white with anger.
"I hate it..." Zhang Wen finally looked up to the sky and sighed. "I hate that I didn't listen to Sun Wentai and killed you in the past, which caused the Han Dynasty to suffer such a disaster today. After my death, my soul returned to the underworld, what will I look like?
Are you going to meet your ancestors, late emperors? How about you turn into a fierce ghost and haunt you, making you unable to have a moment of peace day and night..."
"Bang" Dong Zhuo stood up and kicked the writing desk in front of him, his eyes were like torches and full of ferociousness.
"If you insult Grand Master, you will humiliate me." Lu Bu, who was standing aside, drew his sword, took a step forward, and said bitterly: "Grand Master, let me kill him..."
Dong Zhuo gritted his teeth and inhaled, forced down the boiling fire in his heart, and slowly shook his head and said: "No need. Killing him like this is too easy for him. I want him to suffer all the torture in the world and make him regret coming to this world. Otherwise,
It can’t relieve the great hatred in Gu’s heart.”
"..." Lu Bu remained silent and returned the sword to its sheath.
He Yong came to the gate of the Taishi Mansion and happened to see Zhang Wen with disheveled hair and face covered with blood. He was thrown into the carriage by Dong Jun's soldiers like garbage. He was lying on the carriage, motionless. His condition was miserable, as if he was dead.
dog.
The corner of He Yong's mouth twitched a few times, and he watched the car drive away before stepping into the door of the mansion.
"Boqiu, why do you want to rebel against Gu?" Dong Zhuo said sadly as soon as he saw He Yong's face. The two of them had a honeymoon period, that is, when Dong Zhuo first entered the capital, He Yong was in charge of his administration and made great efforts.
, although he did this to make Dong Zhuo relax his vigilance and secretly planned to send troops to serve the king. With the rise of troops in Kwantung, the move of the capital to Chang'an, and the murder of Wu Qiong, the relationship between the two inevitably cooled down. He Yong even resigned from his official position, and Dong Zhuo counted several
I want to think that a long history is not enough. Recently, He Yong heard that Dong Zhuo had returned from defeat and became an official again, planning to eliminate Dong Zhuo. The relationship between the two began to warm up.
Although He Yong was as thin as a peak and as straight as a peak, he said calmly: "You and I are neither monarchs nor ministers, so how can we say the opposite word?"
Dong Zhuo's face became extremely ugly. He Yong's words were exactly the same as Wu Fu's, but not as intense as the latter's. To be honest, he would rather He Yong refused to admit it like Zhang Wen did, rather than hear this answer. For this helper
Dong Zhuo was more affectionate than the celebrities who were too busy for him. Otherwise, he would not have invited them to resign. Dong Zhuo often said that Cai (Yong) Bo was his master, Wang (Yun) was his disciple, and He (Yong) Bo was the third one.
With the help of others, the world cannot be settled. Now it seems as ridiculous as a joke.
Dong Zhuo let out a long sigh and asked for a long time: "I ask myself, "I treat you so poorly, why do you do this?"
He Yong sneered and said nothing.
Dong Zhuo said bitterly: "Gu knows that Boqiu looks down on the people around Gu Chu, who are vulgar and uncivilized. But look at the Guandong princes who you trust so much and think they can help the world. What are they doing? They are forming cliques, fighting for power and profit, and eradicating Aliens, are they really better than being alone?"
"So my colleagues and I used our own methods to save the country." He Yong replied with a cold face and then closed his mouth.
"Does saving Sheji mean killing Gu?" Dong Zhuo's heart was as cold as water, and he said with a sad smile: "Kill Gu, Boqiu, think about it, how will the hundreds of thousands of tigers and soldiers under Gu's command react at that time... Do you think that the so-called emperor, the so-called imperial court, Can you make the proud warriors crawling out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood fear and surrender? Hahahaha..."
"Taking a step back, what will happen even if Gu's old tribe is successfully integrated? Will the princes of Guandong be willing to give up their rights and obey orders? There is Gai Jun in the north of Chang'an and Han Sui in the west. Can you stop it? Faced with the power at your fingertips, Will they not be moved?" Dong Zhuo asked He Yong repeatedly with red eyes, his tone was urgent and heavy, so that he was out of breath. These words were accumulated in his heart and he had always wanted to say but had not said them. Today, he said them all in one breath, physically and mentally. The reason is a moment of relief...
"..." He Yong was speechless, not because he thought what Dong Zhuo said was reasonable, but because he was too lazy to argue with the other party. If Dong Zhuo was killed, even if he faced many difficulties in the future, there would always be a glimmer of hope for the country, and if Dong Zhuo was allowed to continue his reckless behavior, The Han Dynasty must perish. It is self-evident how to choose between the two.
He Yong's eyes were sharp and unyielding. Dong Zhuo knew that what he said was in vain. His heart was as strong as iron and could not be shaken. He waved his hands regretfully and said: "Well, Bo Qiu has a deep opinion of Gu Cheng. I don't think you will come either." I would like to say something more to you. When you figure it out, ask someone to inform me that no matter when the position becomes available, Dong Zhuo will be waiting for you." After saying this, Dong Zhuo called into the Jia guards and took him away. He specifically ordered that he not be tortured and that his treatment would be the same as that of Zhang Wen. Comparatively, one is in the sky and the other is on the earth.
Seeing that Dong Zhuo's mood was waning, Lu Bu said calmly: "The Grand Master is so courteous to the virtuous and virtuous subordinates. Even Qi and Huan may not be more generous. He Boqiu is unmoved. He really doesn't know how to praise him."
Dong Zhuo shook his head and sighed: "Uncle He is looking for famous people in the world. He has great talents, but it is a pity that he cannot be used by me..."
But it was said that even though He Yong was imprisoned in the carriage, he still sat upright without squinting. On both sides of the street, people gathered together to see him.
As early as Dong Huang was about to ride his horse through the streets, the people of Chang'an realized that something great must have happened. Within a moment, there were countless rumors. In the end, the real news was countless times more exaggerated than the rumors. Dong Zhuo was assassinated, Chang'an Shocked. Who is Dong Zhuo? He was the most powerful official in both the government and the public who killed people without batting an eye. If he dared to assassinate him, he must have eaten the courage of his ambition.
"Ah, could it be that I'm just blinded by the question, "He Boqiu relieves difficulties and helps people in trouble?" Brother Zhou, you have seen He Boqiu several times. Do you think he is that person?" A handsome young scholar in the crowd pointed to the road. The gate car refers to the humanity around you.
The scholar surnamed Zhou nodded solemnly and said, "You read that right, that person is He Boqiu."
"The person whose face was covered with blood and who was sluggish and sluggish before was undoubtedly an assassin, and He Boqiu is most likely the envoy." The handsome young man thought he had guessed the truth and said slowly.
"It's a pity..." The scholar surnamed Zhou just said the word "pity". The handsome young man immediately covered his mouth with his hands and looked around in shock. Seeing that no one noticed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Zhou Brother, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth."
The scholar surnamed Zhou forcibly pushed his hand away, snorted coldly, but said nothing. No matter how hard-boned a person is, he can't stand up to Dong Zhuo's butcher knife. Dong Zhuo is no different from the devil in the eyes of the people of Chang'an. In May, others Let people investigate officials and people who are unfilial as sons, unfaithful as ministers, unruly as officials, and disobedient as younger brothers... This was originally a good thing and had the effect of correcting the bad habits. However, Dong Zhuo had a vulgar temperament. As long as he heard someone report it, he would There was no verification at all, they were killed directly, and their property was confiscated. Thousands of people were killed unjustly, and the people were so frightened that they did not dare to speak, but only dared to look at it. This incident happened not long ago, and it still has a lingering power to this day.
He Yong turned a blind eye to the people's pointing fingers and kept his eyes fixed forward. The car passed through the long street. The further north he went, the fewer people there were. Finally, He Yong saw a circular wall. The so-called circular wall means surrounding the prison. The earthen wall was built because there is an old saying: "A prison that is rounded is like a battle for luck." Therefore, it has a circular structure. The wall is more than three feet high, and its thickness is similar to that of a county city. In addition, there are many jailers and tight security. Once inside, it is difficult to fly out even with wings.
The suspension bridge was lowered and the carriage slowly entered the circular wall. What came into view were countless thorn trees, so densely packed that the edges could not be seen. Birds fell on the branches and kept chirping. Thorn trees were planted in the prison. Nature is not for greening and beauty. As we all know, thorn trees are thorny and difficult to touch, so thorn trees have been used to surround and restrain prisoners since ancient times.
Prisons are divided into ordinary cells and dungeons. The latter is dark all year round, cold in winter, sweltering in summer, and full of mosquitoes, ants, and rats, not to mention hundreds of people die of illness every year. It is simply not a place for people to stay. Place. There is no doubt that Zhang Wen is locked up in the dungeon.
He Yong was lucky, or Dong Zhuo looked at it differently and was assigned to a cell above the ground. Although the environment was not very good, it was hundreds of times better than the dungeon.
He Yong walked into the prison cell with steady steps, and suddenly dozens of eyes were projected on him like lightning, including surprise, pity, ridicule, and even gloating.
He Yong glanced around the room and walked to a corner where there were fewer people expressionlessly. He lifted his hem and sat down on the ground. When the assassination failed, he was ready to die, but Xun Gongda gave him life. hope.
Ziying...
The original has changed, it has become cold and strange. In the past, the young hero who he rated as "the talent of Wu Qi" is now the hussar general who dominates the north and is famous all over the world.
He Yong once thought that Ziying had also changed, but this year he decisively went south to regain Luoyang, and He Yong couldn't understand it.
"He Jun..."
He Yong turned his head and looked around in confusion. The person calling him was a young man in his twenties, a familiar face. "May I ask you..."
"I have the honor to meet Mr. He once. It's not surprising that Mr. He doesn't remember it. Even though it's still summer, this cell is cold and damp. You can't sit on the ground for a long time, otherwise you will be susceptible to diseases. There is some hay over there, which can be used as a cushion. Beneath the knees."