The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

After all, it is still old! "

Standing in front of the only exquisite bronze mirror in the bedroom at home, Wang Yun couldn't help smiling wryly as he looked at the blurry image in the mirror that still looked old.

On weekdays, he was busy with the important affairs of his family and country, and he was worried, but he didn't feel much about it.

When he was free for a while, when he was alone in a room, he looked in the mirror, which really shocked him.

The old face in the mirror, the gray hair on the sideburns, and the withered and thin figure almost made him feel a little strange and afraid of the person in the mirror in front of him.

It turns out..., before he knew it, he, Wang Yun, had already reached the age when half of his body was buried in the ground!

Looking at himself in the mirror, even Wang Yun, who has consciously looked down on life, old age, sickness and death, can't help but feel emotional.

"However..., compared to those martyrs and sages of the Han Dynasty, this old man is still lucky."

Wang Yun stroked the thin beard on his chin, his eyes were bright, but after thinking for a while, he shook his head and murmured in a low voice.

"It can be foreseen that after the success of the hunting plan, Dong Thief will be executed, and the long-sick man will surely usher in a new storm of baptism and reform."

This was originally a question, but in his mouth, he explained it in a declarative tone. Obviously, Wang Yun had his own definite thoughts in his heart.

He was also aware that Dong Zhuo's goal of agreeing to the hunt, that ambitious man, most likely wanted to go further.

However, this is also good, they can also take advantage of it.

If Dong Zhuo didn't have that ambition, their plan would be in vain.

Fortunately, he agreed.

It has to be said that after hearing this news, both Liu Xie and the royalist faction headed by Wang Yun seemed to have taken a reassurance, and then let go of the nerves that had been tense for several days.

They all believed that the long-awaited and exciting moment was coming soon!

Yes!

Finally, it's over!

Wang Yun lowered his eyes, with no expression on his face, quietly watching the flickering fire, fiddled with the wick lightly with his hand, his face was flickering and dimming as the flickering light illuminated him.

"Hula..."

The white curtain behind him was suddenly raised slightly by someone, and a graceful and glamorous figure walked over with a plate of food.

"Father, it's so late, haven't you rested yet? Are you worried about the affairs of the court?"

Diao Chan walked slowly, wearing pink clothes, red embroidered shoes on her feet, a hairpin on her head, a little powder on her cheeks, her eyes were watery, very gorgeous.

"Well, Chan'er, you haven't slept yet, hehe, don't wait for your father, who hasn't been alone for a long time." Seeing the "benevolent daughter" come in, Wang Yun instantly recovered his kind face.

Before she could eavesdrop, Diao Chan was given an "exit order" by Wang Yun.

In desperation, she could only leave temporarily.

Gently lower the food plate.

"Okay then, Cicada will put the food and water on the table. If Father is hungry or thirsty, he can take care of it. I will take a rest in the guest room. If Father has something to do, remember to call in time."

Diao Chan bit her lower lip lightly, and thought about it seriously, a "just right" look of deep concern appeared on her face, and the words that came out of her mouth seemed to have a hint of firmness.

It's just that her eyes, who turned her back to Wang Yun, were cold.

Hmph, my good adoptive father, you are really cautious enough.

So...you should use your means as soon as possible.

After I capture Guo Si and Li Jue, I will use your plan...

hum!

Maybe my daughter's long-cherished wish will really come true because of your "help"!

...

"Crackling..." Diao Chan exited the room and closed the door behind her.

The room returned to silence, and Wang Yun had mixed feelings in his heart.

"Old thief Dong Zhuo, finally... this day has finally come!" Because Wang Yun's face turned red all of a sudden, he clenched his fists tightly, his angry eyes swam around, and he took a deep breath.

"Crack...crack!"

A corner of the broken table was rolling on the ground, the old man held a sword in one hand, and there was a gloomy look between Duan Fang's brows.

He was upright all his life, but when he was getting old, he did not hesitate to play tricks and go against principles in exchange for Dong Zhuo's trust.

Together with Li Ru and Jia Xu, he reorganized the chaotic court and Chang'an, which was ravaged by the Xiliang army, thinking that he could return the complete city and people to His Majesty with his own hands.

Now, finally...

It's finally time to see the blue sky through the clouds and mists!

Sometimes, once a person makes a choice, it is doomed to be difficult to change. The so-called promise of a man is a promise for a lifetime, a promise not to depreciate, so...

Wang Yun raised his right hand, and with a light move, a black figure slowly emerged.

Beside the man in black, a strange black whirlwind appeared faintly, enveloping him.

"The good time is approaching. All the people in Anbu are mobilized. Dong Zhuo has already left the inner city of Chang'an. They don't need to hide anymore."

"....promise!"

With a dull reply, the black shadow disappeared again.

"When Dong Zhuo is eliminated, it's time to clean the court." Wang Yun seemed to have thought of something, shook his head regretfully, took a deep look at the void, and suddenly said in a solemn tone.

"And you!...Yong, maybe the next time we meet, you and I will be enemies. At that time, for the majesty of the big man, Yunke will not show mercy..."

Wang Yun got up with a sigh, opened the door of the study, walked out, staring blankly at the moon in the sky.

......

An hour later.

The inner wall of Chang'an.

An old man with a short stature walked up to the servant. At this moment, he was squinting his eyes, showing obscenity and shrewdness.

"Stop! Old man! This is..."