"Come on, tell me, does this assassin have three heads and six arms, or can he fly and escape?"
Dong Zhuo just sat there with his majestic posture, a pair of triangular eyes slowly scanning the soldiers present, but his face was extremely calm.
In front of Dong Zhuo, a group of prostitutes who usually walked with their heads raised were burying their heads in their chests with all their might, not even daring to make a sound.
Anyone who is familiar with Dong Zhuo knows that this expression means that Dong Zhuo is about to kill someone.
Weiyang Palace, the center of power of the entire Han Dynasty, was like a free public toilet, allowing people to come and go as they pleased - almost every day, a new assassin suddenly appeared from nowhere, shouting to take Dong Zhuo's life.
Little life.
Especially this time - he was just a little bit away from the sexual bliss of his lower body.
What Dong Zhuo couldn't accept the most was that even though he personally gave the order, the assassin still escaped calmly under the eyes of tens of thousands of people.
If there hadn't been opposition to Dong Zhuo everywhere in the world, and if there really wasn't anyone available, even raising a bunch of pigs would be more useful than this bunch of wine sacks and rice sacks.
"Tell me, aren't everyone usually very good at speaking? What's the matter? Are you mute?" Dong Zhuo's eyes were like a sharp steel knife, which just cut across everyone's cheeks, causing a burning and stinging sensation.
"Captain of the city guard, tell me, how did the assassin get in?"
Seeing that no one answered, Dong Zhuo walked directly to a yellow-faced soldier commander and started to roll his name.
"I, I, Grand Master, have mercy on me, Grand Master, have mercy on me..."
Before he finished speaking, the scimitar [Rakshasa] on Dong Zhuo's waist was suddenly unsheathed, and his head, with a face full of panic and fear, hit the ground heavily.
"That's not the answer. Next," [Rakshasa] was still stained with blood, but the tip of the knife was already hooked on the chin of another soldier commander nearby, "Come, tell me, how did this assassin fly into the sky and escape from the earth?"
He who fled from the midst of these armies."
The tip of the scimitar penetrated deeply into the fragile skin, and blood seeped out drop by drop.
"Assassin, the assassin kidnapped His Majesty, we dare not neglect him, we can only save His Majesty first! Master, please spare your life!"
The scimitar was slowly withdrawn from the soldier commander's throat, but Dong Zhuo turned his head and slowly walked towards the old eunuch hiding in the corner.
"Uncle Ping, you are an old man who has followed Empress Dowager Dong. Please explain."
The old eunuch's original name was Dong Ping, Xing San. He was a member of the Dong family who was specially assigned to Empress Dowager Dong. In terms of seniority, Dong Zhuo would also call him Third Uncle.
But right now, this fragile relationship cannot save his own life.
Dong Zhuo's face came closer and closer. Just after killing the person, the smell of blood on Dong Zhuo's body had not dissipated, and he rushed directly to Dong Ping's face.
I saw big beads of sweat emerging from Dong Ping's head. He hesitated for a while, but couldn't say a word.
"Answer me!"
Dong Zhuo's voice suddenly rose, and Dong Ping's face suddenly turned pale, his eyes widened, and he fell softly to the ground. He was so frightened that he died on the spot.
"Huh, useless old dog, it's easy for him."
Dong Zhuo let out a heavy grunt, then exerted force under his feet, and Dong Ping's body was kicked out like a rag bag.
"Where is Lu Bu?"
"General Lu has already set off to pursue the assassin."
Dong Zhuo said nothing after hearing this, but took a deep look at these useless lieutenants and commanders, turned around and walked towards Weiyang Palace.
Seeing Dong Zhuo walking away, not long after, several lieutenants' legs gave way and they collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.
"Quick! Quick, search me! If the Grand Master wants to chop off my head, I will chop off your heads first!"
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No one wants to be the next person Dong Zhuo uses to vent his anger.
All the lieutenants, commanders and even some famous historical military generals were like chicken blood. They waved their whips and drove their soldiers to attack, trying to pull up a net to surround Wang Yiyuan and the braised chicken.
The entire imperial city was in chaos, and even Wang Yun, who had been hiding in the study room and working overtime alone, heard the noise.
"When is the noise outside?"
"Master Situ, it seems that an assassin has entered Weiyang Palace, and the Grand Master is sending people to arrest him."
Entering an assassin is a common occurrence. It happens several times a day and everyone is used to it.
"assassin?"
"Yes," the attendant looked unconcerned. As he spoke, he picked up a pot of freshly brewed tea and refilled Wang Yun's cup. "But this time, for some reason, the Grand Master was particularly angry and directly ordered all the garrison troops to sit down on the carpet."
Search and capture the assassin at all costs."
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
Wang Yun's heart suddenly thumped.
Assassins are commonplace, but why did Dong Zhuo personally order a blanket search?
Wang Yun subconsciously thought of Wang Yiyuan who was secretly brought into the palace by him.
Could it be that the secret meeting between Wang Yiyuan and Liu Bian was broken up? Or maybe the hunt for assassins was just a cover, and the real person to be arrested was Wang Yiyuan? Or even...himself?
wrong.
What happened was the Weiyang Palace, which was Dong Zhuo's residence, and Liu Bian lived in Changle Palace, which was not in the same direction at all.
And according to Dong Zhuo's character, if he really had doubts about himself, he would not engage in such a complicated trick to deceive the soldiers. He was afraid that Lu Bu's halberd was already placed on his neck.
The assassin story should be true.
But the current round of arrests is extremely detrimental to Wang Yiyuan.
After all, Wang Yiyuan sneaked into the palace with Wang Yun's help and could not withstand any interrogation. If something happened to Wang Yiyuan, he only needed to find the guard who was guarding the palace gate when Wang Yun entered the palace, and he could easily trace Wang Yun.
on the head.
"Is Grand Master still okay?"
"Thanks to Sir Hongfu, the Grand Master is fine, but... he's not in a good mood. If something happens to you, it's best to discuss it with the Grand Master at another time. If we go there now, I'm afraid we might get into trouble."
"Is that so...thank you for the advice," Wang Yun listened and nodded with a smile. He looked around and quickly put a silver ingot into the attendant's hand. "It's a small expense. Let's take it for tea."
"How can this make..." The attendant immediately smiled and refused, but he quickly weighed the silver ingot in his hand and quickly stuffed it into his arms, "My lord, please be busy first. I will make you a pot of tea later."
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Wang Yun watched the attendant happily leave the minister's study room, but he sat at the desk, facing a table of official documents, and fell into deep thought.
Right now, the best way is to stay put and let nature take its course.
All Wang Yun can do is not to take the initiative to show his cowardice, and the rest can only be resigned to fate.