The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

Looking back suddenly, there was already a smile on his face, and when he looked at the two standing behind him, there was indeed a flattering smile on his face for an instant.

"Hey, you two, I have already retreated to the left and right. Now we are the only three of us talking. Please rest assured that what we say will not be spread outside." The Patriarch of the He family clasped his fists and said with a smile.

"Of course!" After a pause, he continued: "Since the two of you are here, is there anything the family can help you with?"

It is not an idiot to be able to sit on him other than the Patriarch of the He family. Seeing the seal ribbon on Wang Yue's waist, intentionally or unintentionally, the Patriarch of the He family became even more humble.

It's not that Patriarch He guessed the identities of the two Wang Yuezhi in front of him, but he knew that the group in front of him came from Chang'an in the north, and there was a "Han" character on the seal, which is enough to explain this group of people identity of.

As for counterfeiting, although it is now at the end of the Han Dynasty, no one dared to forge seals and ribbons when the Han Dynasty was still alive. In other words, this is why the official positions of various princes are not very high now.

Of course, the rebels among those bandits and bandits would give themselves titles such as "General Longxiang" and "Emperor Tianwei". The Han Dynasty is the orthodox, because their current strength is not enough to completely replace the Han Dynasty.

"Oh? Then what if...we want to kill Dong Zhuo?"

The words hit the nail on the head, the Patriarch of the He family's first reaction was shock, he hurried to the door and window, looked around, found no one outside listening to the wall, and walked back in small steps, Bowing down to Jishou, his tone was not as straight and cold as before, but a little timid: "Your Excellency, why did you say that!"

"Now, I will give you a dangerous fortune. If you accept it, Patriarch He's family will enjoy prosperity." Wang Yue looked at Patriarch He with a light expression, and took a sip of tea slowly from the celadon teacup. After putting down the teacup, he said with a gentle expression.

As soon as this remark came out, the Patriarch of the He family couldn't help but froze, but then he showed a struggling face. All wealth and honor have dangers in it. Wang Yue's ability to say it is already enough to give him face, and the words have reached this point At this point, the He family really doesn't have much room for maneuver.

Five hundred and seven murders in the middle of the night

"If that's the case, that's good! I'm willing to do my part for the prosperity of the great man."

The Patriarch of the He family turned around at this time, with his back to the light, his complexion sank into the darkness, making it difficult for people to see his emotions at the moment. In addition, his tone was always calm and respectful, which made it even more elusive.

"Well, then hurry up and ask someone to vacate two rooms, and explore the situation by the way."

When it came to this, Wang Yue paused and said: "After all, we still need to deal with the pursuit from Dong Zhuo's rebel party with all our strength, so you have to be responsible for this matter."

"No!" The Patriarch of the He family nodded and bowed, and sent Gao Zhi and Gao Zhi away respectfully.

Looking at the backs of the two, he closed his eyes for a moment, and fixed his gaze on the ground.

It wasn't until the figures of Gao Zhi and Wang Yue had turned the corner that they could no longer be seen, then they still looked away, turned around and walked towards the corridor outside the hall.

There, there is another "negotiation" waiting for him!

...

"What? So... Let me ask you? What is said in this letter... But, is it really a promise?" The Patriarch of the He family changed his opinion of Gao Zhi and Wang Yue before, and turned to the side room The other person questioned.

"Hmph, otherwise, how important do you think those things are, to my lord, they are nothing more than a drizzle! Moreover, my lord can add an official title to you!"

A sharp voice sounded.

"what?!!"

Greed was fleeting in He Jun's eyes.

"How old is the official?"

"Whoever captures Cao Cao and the others alive will be granted the title of Marquis of Guannei!"

"In that case..."

The Patriarch of the He family was still shaken after all, his expression was solemn, and there was a coldness and surprise in his eyes.

However, as soon as he thought of that big man, the surprise in his eyes became firm. He had already made a choice, so since it was the order implied by that big man, his family would go all out.

Naturally, he was no stranger to the blow of betrayal.

If the imperial court was strong, they would naturally guard themselves, but at this time, the Han Dynasty had already lost its power, like a tiger that was about to die of illness, anyone would dare to come and provoke it.

There is no turning back when the bow is opened. When things have reached this point, it is impossible to retreat no matter what.

That being the case, it is better to not do one thing and not to stop, clean and tidy is the best policy, as long as Gao Zhi and the others are captured or killed, there will be people behind them to deal with the aftermath.

This world only belongs to the strongest person, and other people are just slaves to the strongest person or the strongest group. They are all slaves, but slaves of deregulation.

All changes in the system cannot change, from the age of mythology to Xia Shang to Spring and Autumn, and then to Qin and Han, none of this has changed. The world belongs to the strongest, which is the greatest fairness and the greatest injustice.

Thinking of this, He Jun's face was as gloomy as water, and he sneered and said, "It seems that you two unlucky ghosts are... looking for a dead end, don't blame me, I was also forced to do nothing, you all went all the way on the road to Huangquan. Good to go, every year, I will never forget to burn a stick of incense for you!"

There was firmness in the eyes of the Patriarch of the He family, and there was a trace of cunning in the firmness, and then, it turned into infinite greed!

...

that night.

In the bedroom, everything here looks clean and tidy, with elegance and nobility, and on a large ornate bed, a young man with a certain air is lying on it.

Suddenly, a slight "click!" sounded, even in this quiet bedroom, it seemed inaudible.

Then, a window was gently opened, and then, a black shadow flashed in instantly.

The speed of the black shadow was extremely fast, like a sharp arrow, it went straight to the big window of the bedroom. The black shadow was obviously very familiar with the layout of the bedroom, as if he knew it well.

A white cold light appeared from the hands of the black shadow, and the cold light pierced the throat of the sleeping young man.

At this moment, the **** young man suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a cold light coming straight towards his throat, the young man's eyes suddenly shrank, and the eyes also shone with coldness and coldness .

Gao Zhi never thought that when he woke up, he would be greeted by an extremely sharp dagger.

The dagger came straight at him, and the piercing cold light made his heart beat violently.

A pair of cold eyes did not see the fear of death.

Even the assassin who wanted to assassinate Gao Zhi couldn't help but froze slightly when he saw Gao Zhi's cold and fearless eyes.

However, this man seems to be a professional killer as well. His temporary reaction was also very fast. He instantly sensed that Gao Zhi was coming at him too fast. He had no chance to draw out his short dagger. At the same time, the hand that was raised to his chest suddenly clenched into a fist , punched Gao Zhi on the head.

Um...?

Master!

At this moment, the assassin's heart was ringing with alarm.

damn it!

With the vigilance and adaptability of the other party, he is definitely not an ordinary simple master.

Gao Zhi's movements became more agile, his body suddenly buried lower, and he jumped under the punching fist.

He started to turn while he was running forward, and in an instant he turned half of his back to the man, grasped and pressed his hands like lightning, and put the assassin's right arm on his shoulder.

He pushed his feet hard, his shoulders went up, and the force of pressing down with his hands became more ferocious.