Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

The south gate of Luoyang Palace is called Suzaku Gate. A long passage starts from the Taixue District and the sacrificial area on the other side of Luoshui River, passes through the tall and majestic city walls, and leads all the way to the heavy palace towers. It was the second month of the lunar calendar, and there was a sudden freezing rain in the sky, and it seemed that the upcoming Qingming Festival had become a cold spring.

In this unsuitable weather, more than a dozen high-class people wearing long clothes and hats, knelt on the square in front of Suzaku Gate with wooden slips in their hands. The leader is Huangfu Song, who was born in Liangzhou Jiangmen.

Huangfu Song lowered his head to the ground and bowed deeply, as if he was bowing to some supreme god, ignoring his coat that had been soaked by the drizzle. A dozen people were extremely small against the empty square and tall city walls, and even the imperial guards on duty on the city towers seemed ruthless.

In Nancheng, 400 meters away, Qin Liu put away the binoculars from the window of a private house, and the expression on his face showed no joy or anger: "After all, the big man still has loyal ministers."

"Little Horsekeeper" Ji He handed a pen and paper to his chief steward and asked him to record the petitioners outside Suzaku's door one by one. Then turn out the codebook, translate it into ciphertext sealing wax, and then let the carrier pigeons fly. After all this was done, Ji He, who had been itching for a long time, couldn't hold back: "Steward Qin, why do you say that these petitioners are loyal ministers? Isn't it because the aristocratic family wants to take the opportunity to seize power?"

"If you want the power of a big Han, you also want to be a minister of the big Han. When your interests are satisfied, you will be loyal to the big Han, and you have no self-reliance." Qin Liu turned a brush flying, However, the ink on it has faded a bit, "The real wolf ambitions, such as Yuan Shao, who is the third prince of the fourth generation, would rather be He Jin's disciple than Han Chen. Or, for example, Dong Zhuo, who is self-respecting in the local area, listens to the propaganda instead of listening to the tune. ."

"Then...what should we do? The yellow scarf thieves are menacing outside...will the emperor really relieve the party?" Ji He wrinkled his baby face, "The master sent us to Luoyang, and there is no one clear instructions."

Qin Liu got up and patted the young man's face: "I don't understand, that's right. You have only been in the spy department for a few years? Take a look and think slowly." He put on a white robe and walked out swayingly.

Ji He could only trot to keep up: "Where are you going, Director Qin?"

"Go to a restaurant for lunch." The handsome young man narrowed his eyes, although his body was still walking on the streets of Luoyang in the year of Jiazi, his mind had flown back to Youzhou a year ago.

"I'm not very good at politics or something." The owner in his memory was wrapped in a rabbit fur scarf, and Emei frowned, "But I have also learned for so many years, let me make a bold guess, Taiping When Daoist chaos broke out, the emperor had to relieve the party and drink poison to quench his thirst. Because—"

A Sheng pushed the milk cake on the table in the direction of Qin Liu: "The court has no money."

The treasury has become very poor, and the sales officials have been almost saturated for many years. If you want to get military resources in a short time, there are only three sources: eunuchs, gentry, and the emperor's private treasury.

Who is the fattest?

The eunuchs of the nouveau riche? His Majesty the Nouveau riche? neither. The real fattest is the aristocratic family.

"The emperor is in his prime, and he thinks he will reach a compromise with the family. The court has received military funds, and the family has regained political capital. Still in the hands of the emperor, how much can make up for one or two..." Ah Sheng muttered to himself, his eyes drifting away from the beam.

"Does the master mean that if the emperor does not lift the party restraint, the aristocratic family will turn to support the Taiping Dao to overthrow the big man?" Qin Liu clenched his fists with both hands and leaned forward.

"To be honest, I don't know." Ah Sheng pushed the plate again, "Eat, don't be nervous—eunuchs can't lead the army, if the party is not resolved, it will be unfavorable to pacify the chaos; They will face greater pressure of looting. Whether they will surrender to the **** group, join forces with Taiping Road, or raise their troops to stand on their own, I can't speculate. I only know that a strong-year-old emperor, with some sense, will definitely be able to relieve the party. Decide."

Qin Liu closed his eyes, his sword eyebrows twitched slightly. Then he released his palm and took a piece of cream cake and put it in his mouth. "I understand."

"I'll send you to Luoyang." Ah Sheng watched him eat with one hand on his cheek, his expression gentle like an old mother's, "I want only one, protect your family."

So Qin Liu came to Luoyang and looked at the palace towers in the drizzle of Qingming. His master didn't decide whether to push the crumbling Eastern Han Dynasty, and the power to find opportunities and make decisions was added to him at the same time. Such delegating power is not only touching, but also chilling.

Cao Sheng has always been gentle, tolerant and fraternity. But hidden beneath this surface is a deep dislike of this era. She hated the Eastern Han Dynasty, even burying the loyal subjects of the Eastern Han Dynasty in the troubled times, and hoped for the demise of the Han Dynasty. So she let go of Qin Liu, an idler full of murderous intent, at the most vulnerable moment of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Qin Liu never let her down.

The spring rain has gradually stopped, and the sun shines through the clouds, bringing moist light to the streets of the imperial city. Huangfu Song and others were still kneeling outside the Suzaku gate, while more and more scholars and officials gathered, everyone had two or three friends, and there was a stunned Taixue nearby. The more rational ones sent soup, rice, clothes and medicine, and the more enthusiastic knelt down together.

After three days, the emperor was not expected to come, but the eunuchs were attracted.

Zhang Rang, one of the ten permanent attendants, led a team of forbidden troops to surround the petitioners, and the voice was so high-pitched and high-pitched that it could be heard inside and outside the Suzaku Gate: "Moth thieves are rampant, is it just us? Is it wrong? I believe in the evil way, is it only the palace servants? I don’t know how many people in various places colluded with Taipingdao. Among them, your disciples and old officials must be indispensable! The people who saw moth thieves abandoned their officials and fled without your disciples and old officials. No one is blacker than anyone else, and you persecute me while Your Majesty is in danger, what are you at ease?!"

Someone from the crowd of children from noble families over there stood out and said loudly: "After Your Majesty was assassinated, I have never seen Tianyan. It has been half a month now, and people inside and outside the capital are panicking. The assassination of His Majesty is the first, and the hijacking of the palace is behind, what is the heart of peace?"

Zhang Rang's voice raised an octave again: "Your Majesty is recovering, so it is inconvenient to see guests."

Huangfu Song was still kneeling on the ground. He had been kneeling for three days, kneeling for four hours a day, just like going to work, and now his eyes were red and swollen and his clothes were disheveled. He bowed in the direction of the palace: "Now the moth thieves have attacked the city and destroyed the county, the six states are in chaos, and the military uniforms and provisions are not available. Although I know that His Majesty is recovering, but at a critical juncture, I ask the palace to make a quick decision."

"General Huangfu is the one who understands. No wonder Your Majesty said you are the one who can lead troops to pacify the chaos." , "The top priority is to pacify the moth thieves. At this time, the struggle for power and profit is because I am afraid that the city wall of Luoyang will be too strong? We have donated half of our family money to support the armament. Putting a cage in his sleeve, he gazed triumphantly at the somewhat embarrassed crowd, and his face without a beard showed two points of pride: "Your Majesty already knows about your troubles. Your Majesty said: Eunuchs still know how to donate family wealth to be loyal to the country. ,what about you?"

Zhang Rang returned to the palace proudly. The Vermillion Bird Gate was closed, leaving the children of the aristocratic family outside looking black.

The people around him were gloomy and gloomy: "The emperor is on the eunuch's side again, what should I do?"

"Now that Your Majesty is injured, all foreign affairs are decided by the General." Huangfu Song turned and got on the carriage, "Only the General can persuade His Majesty."

Not everyone is as sincere and sincere as Huangfu Song, most of the others thought: "If your majesty does not lift the party's yoke, we will never think about our family's food and troops."

Because of the wrangling between the aristocratic family and the imperial court, the food, grass, weapons, and horses were slowing down until the end of April. And the emperor on the sickbed finally agreed to the request of each place to recruit troops independently under the pressure of the intensifying Yellow Turban uprising. Some of the children of noble families or Confucian scholars who had been suppressed by the **** group for a long time, also with the tacit approval of the court turning a blind eye, brought their villagers into the team to suppress the rebellion.

At this time, the military situation in the states was in a mess, and the entire capital was filled with a depressed atmosphere.

Beyond Luoyang, the Yellow Turbans began to wreak havoc. In Luoyang City, there was a battle between the parties and the emperor who was lingering in a sick bed. In such a situation, the people of course panic. The people of other places can escape from the famine, but where can the people of Luoyang escape? Out of Luoyang, maybe not as good as Luoyang.

When people are under pressure, they need to vent. No, the atmosphere of drinking and having fun in the outer city spread like a plague. Even a small businessman in Dongshi who had saved his wife's book for ten years, also threw most of his savings into a liquor store to exchange for drinks. The world is in turmoil, maybe tomorrow will be executed as Taiping Road, maybe the day after tomorrow, chaotic thieves will come in, maybe the day after tomorrow, there will be a coup d'etat. Who knows when it will die? Not yet drunk now.

It was in this situation that Cao Cao followed the troops to fight the rebellion out of Luoyang. Huangfu Song and Zhang Huan both belonged to Liangzhou, and the two had a good relationship at the beginning. Because of this incense, Huangfu Song recommended Cao Cao as his deputy. Cao Cao led a single Yulin cavalry, with a total of more than 5,000 people including the logistics. Among the 40,000-strong army in the middle, it is not too small in terms of the number of troops and the official position.

On the day the army set out, Cao Cao saw Qin Liu when he was passing by the Dongshi liquor store. Sitting on a dirty wooden pier with his hair down, he raised the wine jar toward the army, looking like an ordinary alcoholic. A beggar beside him drunkenly pulled a chicken leg and rested his head on Qin Liu's thigh.

Cao Cao rode a horse, and soon passed by, he only had time to see Qin Liu's nodding gesture.

Cao Cao knew that Qin Liu would not follow his path again. He turned his head and glanced at the high-spirited Tiger Leopard Rider, the former teenagers all grew beards. They have followed Cao Cao for many years, and they have finally become officers in each of them. Naturally, they can't wait to make achievements. Undisguised toughness and murderous aura floated in the team. Cao Cao smiled and looked back at the dilapidated mountains and rivers ahead.

He has nothing to fear.

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Beggar: ... woo woo, because I have no money, the woman I like, married a bully in the West City and became a concubine...

Qin Liu: I'm different from you, I don't have a woman I like, I only have a **** I like.

Beggar: God...you are joking...God...no one likes or dislikes...

Qin Liuxiao: Well, he is still a **** who fell from the mortal world.

Beggar: zzzzzzzz (already drunk)

Qin Liu continued to laugh, his voice was so soft that he couldn't hear it: a **** who would be confused and play tricks.