The news from Chang'an only spread within a very small area.
These people are the topmost circle of this army.
Wang Yun, Li Su, Fan Chou, Cai Yan, Xu Huang, and a small number of lieutenants and military commanders.
After learning the full content of the news, no one dared to speak loudly and only glanced at Dong Bai from time to time.
They didn't know how to comfort her sadness, and they didn't know how to deal with her in the coming days.
Wang Yun felt happy and regretful at the same time.
Fortunately, the Han Dynasty was finally revived, which was something he had always dreamed of. Unfortunately, after planning for so long, he was not involved in this final success.
Not only does this make him less of an important figure in history, but maybe some people with dark psychology will privately question his position because of his obscene development.
What was originally a stable and great achievement has now become somewhat unclear.
Wang Yun's balls ached, and Li Su was also a little disappointed.
The win-win situation turned into a single-win situation, and no matter how you look at it, this vote was not earned.
Fan Chou felt much more depressed.
Once Dong Zhuo died, the Xiliang army seemed to have lost its soul.
Fan Chou and his thousands of Xiliang elites became losers without even trying hard.
Now that the general situation has been decided, Fan Chong is not only deeply unwilling to accept the situation, but also confused about his future future.
If he stayed out of the Chang'an Rebellion, would he seek refuge with the newly appointed Liangzhou Shepherd Li Ru? Or would he seek refuge with the imperial court like Xu Rong and Duan Xuan?
Or, were they treated as Dong Zhuo's remnants and executed to death?
Cai Yan's only worry is her old father Cai Yong.
Cai Yong deeply benefited from Dong Zhuo's kindness. Dong Zhuo treated him as a national scholar, so how should Cai Yong repay this kindness?
Once the somewhat pedantic Cai Yong offends some people who are eager to take a stand, the consequences may be disastrous.
Xu Huang didn't think so much.
He was originally a bandit, and he was of no importance in the Xiliang army. If his master Yu Xian hadn't valued him, he might have died like a piece of grass during the Chang'an Rebellion.
Even if it wasn't to the extent that a scholar would die for his confidant, the situation in front of him was not enough to make him betray the bottom line in his heart.
Some of these people were proud, some were frightened, and some were worried.
Whether it was out of sympathy or for some other reason, no one dared to disturb Dong Bai who was crying silently.
It wasn't until enough time passed that Wang Yun signaled to Cai Yan.
Cai Yan was somewhat resistant.
It would be cruel to call the girl back to reality at this time, but at this moment, she could only break the tranquility.
Cai Yan stepped forward and said softly to Dong Bai, "Weiyang Lord, don't be too sad. Things have become like this, so it's better to express condolences."
When Wang Yun heard this, he also wanted to say a few words hypocritically.
But now he is at a critical moment when he can jump back at any time. If he says the wrong thing at this time, it may lead to endless troubles.
Simply silent.
After Cai Yan persuaded him for a while, Dong Bai spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Junior brother, prepare an altar for me."
Hearing this, Xu Huang responded calmly, "Sister, take a good rest first, I'll go and do it right away."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Fan Chou sighed and said, "I'll do my best too."
With that said, he also took his military commander with him.
The rest of the people didn't say much.
Wang Yun stroked his beard and thought to himself, no matter what, Dong Zhuo is Dong Bai's grandfather, and it is appropriate to offer sacrifices. However, this matter is quite sensitive, I should not be present, otherwise it will inevitably cause trouble.
Wang Yun rolled his eyes and quietly waved to Diao Chan in the distance.
Diao Chan was inexplicable and came forward.
Wang Yun suddenly stumbled, his face full of panic, "Oh, my stomach hurts. It's convenient for me to go there."
Diao Chan quickly held on.
Wang Yun limped and urged Diao Chan to leave.
After taking a few steps away, Diao Chan gently poked Wang Yun with a speechless expression.
Only then did Wang Yun realize it and put his hand on his lower abdomen.
He also hummed twice.
Dong Bai's eyes turned red and he looked at Wang Yun's back expressionlessly.
After a while, a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Tears flowed down.
Crying and laughing.
…
Wang Yun entered Jing Zhaobing's camp and never showed up again.
While he sent Diao Chan out from time to time to get information, he was also thinking about whether to exterminate relatives and capture the remaining Dong thieves to clear his name.
Thinking of this, Wang Yun suddenly felt confused.
——"Bah, bah, bah!"
Dog Taoist Priest Yu Xian is so virtuous and capable that he can be my master, Prince Shi!
In order to kill the Dong thief, the old man accepted the thief as his teacher.
That Dong Bai and I have no relation or connection, only good and evil!
What's more, there are rumors that Dong Bai is pregnant with the king's destiny, and his hidden danger is second only to Dong Zhuo.
If I take the opportunity to persuade Li Su and Fan Chou to perform this righteous act, it will be regarded as the flowering of Chang'an Ziwu Liang.
In the future, I won’t be criticized by others.
Wang Yun spent the entire afternoon bored in the camp, and the altar outside had been built in style.
Diao Chan was ordered by Wang Yun to repeatedly report back.
Fortunately, things that were originally boring finally became interesting in the evening.
When Diao Chan saw the name on the altar, she couldn't help but lick her tongue, remembering the delicious and powerful blood.
After reporting back to Wang Yun, Master Wang was also extremely surprised, "What? Didn't Dong Bai build the altar to worship Dong Zhuo?"
Diao Chan smiled and replied, "Yes, I heard that Lord Weiyang wants to pray to her master again."
"Yu Xian?"
Wang Yun felt a little confused.
At such a time, if Dong Bai didn't pay homage to Dong Zhuo quickly, why would he be praying to that little Taoist priest?
Wang Yun stared and asked, "Did you see clearly? It's not Dong Zhuo?"
Diao Chan nodded obediently, "It is indeed the master's name."
When Wang Yun heard this, his face darkened and he lectured, "Master, don't mention it like that in front of outsiders in the future."
Wang Yun felt a little uneasy after all. He straightened his clothes and stood up from the table.
"No, I have to go take a look."
Wang Yun left Jing Zhaobing's camp and realized that the atmosphere around him was a little different.
It was not completely dark at this time, but the number of fires in the camp was several times greater than before.
The raging fires burning everywhere dispelled the chill, and it seemed to be a bit warmer than during the day.
There are many more soldiers on duty in full uniforms than usual.
In addition, there are a small number of soldiers and horses, who are shuttling back and forth in the camp, not knowing what they are guarding against.
Wang Yun's heart tightened and he wanted to retreat.
Looking up, Dong Bai had noticed him on the altar.
Wang Yun had no choice but to step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Weiyang Lord."
Dong Bai had no expression on her face. She looked at Wang Yun and nodded, "You came just in time. I am praying to Master, so you can come and kowtow too."
???
Wang Yun struggled in his heart.
He glanced at Dong Bai and found that Dong Bai's dark eyes were staring at him seriously.
Wang Yun's heart shrank, and he lowered his eyebrows and said, "Okay."
As he spoke, he slowly walked up to the altar, knelt down and kowtowed several times respectfully.
When the ceremony was over, he couldn't control his thoughts and asked in a low voice, "Weiyang Lord, why do you think of paying homage to Master? You shouldn't..."
Wang Yun didn't say any more. He stopped talking about some words and had more room to advance and retreat.
Dong Bai didn't seem to understand this meaning. He looked at Wang Yun and asked seriously, "Otherwise, what do you think I should do?"
Wang Yun said nothing.
He wanted Dong Bai to commit suicide so as to save himself the trouble. But when he said this, Xu Huang, who was kneeling on the other side, had to give himself an axe.
Dong Bai did not look at Wang Yun, but stared at the sacrificial fire in front of him.
He said softly, "Because, I have no way out."
The imperial jade seal in Dong Bai's spleen shone slightly with a cold light, reflecting Dong Bai's mood at this time.
Luoyang Rebellion.
Rebellion in Chang'an.
Dong Bai, a little girl, was lifted up high by the waves of the times, rolled up and photographed, as weak as a little duckweed.
She bears the blessing that the world envies, and at the same time, her destiny is also fettered by this blessing, and even living a good life is a luxury.
After experiencing two wars and the helplessness of losing everything, Dong Bai's heart also quietly changed.
Her eyes scanned the people around her.
Wang Yun, Xu Huang, Cai Yan...
An inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on Dong Bai's face, with a little self-deprecation and a little sarcasm.
Then he spoke slowly and softly.
"Master is so great and has calculated everything, so wouldn't I, my little disciple, be in his hands? Don't worry, if we go on, there will always be a way to survive."
Dong Bai had lost everything, and Yu Xian had become her faith.
As much as she trusts this faith, she also has a lot of resentment.