The World of Yellow Sky

Liu Hong didn't say much, just spit out a word indifferently.

The embroidered messenger who delivered the letter didn't even dare to lift his head, and didn't dare to look directly at the sky.

"Shanggu County and Dai County were attacked by Wuhuan cavalry at the same time. Taihang bandits came out from Feihuxing and now occupy Dai County."

Liu Hong's face was frosty, and he sneered: "This is my loyal minister and good general. He lost his land and lost his city. What a loyal minister and a good general."

The embroidered emissary did not dare to raise his head or speak.

Another violent cough stopped Liu Hong's cursing.

"Get rid of that trash Youzhou Mu, and seal Liu Yu as Youzhou Mu, in charge of Youzhou affairs."

Liu Hong was half lying on the couch, and said sharply.

"Directly issue an edict!"

"promise."

The embroidered clothes emissary trembled all over, did not dare to hesitate, and quickly exited Houde Hall after receiving Liu Hong's order.

Liu Hong withdrew his gaze and looked at the map on the desk, his face slowly turned cold.

That is the territory map of the Han Dynasty.

On the map, Liangzhou, Bingzhou, and Youzhou have been painted with other colors.

The area belonging to red is slowly shrinking.

In Changsha, Yizhou, and inland, there are countless large and small patterns and colors.

The Han Empire is like a big pie.

Three parts were bitten off in the north, and in the center, there were many moths biting it and it was riddled with holes.

Liu Hong suddenly wondered why the formerly powerful man suddenly became so weak.

The holes and gaps seemed to be mocking his incompetence.

A sense of powerlessness suddenly surged in Liu Hong's heart.

He felt a little ridiculous.

He felt that his life seemed like a joke.

He thought that the world was peaceful, that the world was prosperous, and that the world of the great man was as stable as Mount Tai.

There are Sanming in Liangzhou, Huangfugui, Zhang Huan, and Duan Jiong are there, there are central forbidden troops, and local strong troops are there. Foreigners and Xiaoxiao who dare to commit trouble can be killed immediately.

Even if Liangzhou Sanming and other veterans died one after another, there are still Huangfusong, Zhu Jun and others in the court as his arms.

Although there was a Yellow Turban Rebellion, millions of Yellow Turbans were wiped out in an instant.

Isn't the big man supposed to be a country forever?

But why, exactly when did the world become like this?

The government is changing day by day, the people are in dire straits, foreign aggression, and the open and dark arrows above the court have not been cut off.

Liu Hong propped his hands on the desk, looking at the devastated map of the territory of the Great Han in front of him, he felt a little mocking.

When he was indulging in pleasure, the world was peaceful, but now he is working hard to govern, setting up a new army, and establishing an embroidered messenger, the great man is in decline.

Liu Hong's eyes stayed on the yellow area.

That is the area of ​​Bingzhou, where the Yellow Turban Army occupies.

"Xu An..."

Liu Hong muttered in a low voice.

It seemed like things started to go bad when he first heard the name.

As the number of times he heard Xu An increased, the situation of the big man became worse day by day.

"Xu An!"

Liu Hong pressed his hands on the desk, his eyes widened, bloodshot eyes.

He stared at the yellow territory, his eyes were full of anger.

If Zhu Jun hadn't died, if he hadn't lost the 1-odd army in Hanoi.

Then Shangdang County can also be retained, and Bingzhou and Hedong County will not be taken away by it.

Liu Hong looked at the position of Taihang Mountain, and suddenly a trace of annoyance appeared in his heart.

He shouldn't have listened to Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong's nonsense and transferred Huangfu Song to Liangzhou to suppress the rebellion.

If Huangfusong was still there, the result might be completely different.

Huangfusong obeyed his words, and would definitely try his best to attack Taihang Mountain, and annihilated Xu An before it developed.

But remorse can't change history. The reality is that Wang Fen was completely perfunctory about the campaign, and as a result, sat and watched the Yellow Turban Army's power in Taihang Mountain expand step by step and develop step by step.

Finally became a behemoth, and became the confidant of the big man.

Before he knew it, the big man was getting closer and closer to the abyss.

"The Son of Heaven..."

Liu Hong was a little taken aback. He looked at the map on the desk, and smiled sadly with trembling lips.

"It's ridiculous..."

He thought that He Jin was a fool and could be controlled by him, but He Jin was controlled by the party members.

And the ten permanent servants who were supposed to be loyal to him also joined He Jin's camp.

Liu Hong was lying on the desk, and the illness was tormenting him all the time.

But it also made his thoughts very clear.

Huang Fugui, Zhang Huan, Duan Jiong, Zhu Jun, Yang Ci, Qiao Xuan, Chen Dan, Liu Tao...

Those courtiers who fought for him and those who remonstrated in front of him loomed in front of his eyes.

Liu Hong felt ashamed in his heart, he was really ashamed to face these loyal courtiers, he was really ashamed to see his ancestors under the nine springs.

Howling winds blew past the palace.

Liu Hong raised his head and looked outside the hall. Although the outside of the hall was bright, the light did not penetrate too much into the Hall of Houde, and the hall was still in darkness.

The palace lanterns in the hall emitted a dim light.

Listening to the howling wind outside the window, Liu Hong felt that his body became lighter and lighter.

Chapter 344 Tea House Storytelling

"Black clouds overwhelm the city to destroy it, and Jiaguang opens to the sun's golden scales."

"The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn scenery, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple."

"The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the sound of cold can't be heard."

"well!"

The teahouse in the center of Mintun was extremely noisy and full of voices.

At this time, many craftsmen who have just finished work have gathered in the teahouse, and in the periphery, there are many farmers who have just returned from their farm work.

The teahouse in Mintun is an industry run by Taiping Road.

It is said to be a teahouse, but it is actually just a shed made of simple wood, just outside the office of the Yellow Turban Army Garrison Office in the gathering place of Mintun.

It doesn't sell any tea, it's just a place to provide clean water.

"Snapped--"

The gavel fell on the desk, and there was a sound of thumping.

The noise in the teahouse also stopped at this moment.

Everyone didn't continue speaking, they all focused on the storyteller standing behind the desk.

"When Shan Yuxubu of the Huns hunted and killed those who dared to oppose others, he didn't expect that in all directions, they were already surrounded by troops sent by the great virtuous division."

There is a long table on the east side of the teahouse. The storyteller standing behind the table is a middle-aged man with a figure like a thin bamboo pole, a thin face and slightly fair skin.

At this time, the man who looked like a thin bamboo pole was surrounded by everyone, and he was talking in the center without any signs of stage fright.

"The entanglement within the Xiongnu has long been calculated by the great virtuous teacher. The plan to encircle and suppress the Huns was formulated by the virtuous teacher himself. It is called spreading the net on all sides and encircling the Xiongnu on all sides!"

The middle-aged man's expression was sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed.

The ups and downs came out of his mouth, sometimes slowly, sometimes anxiously.

When talking about the bloody battle in Shuofang, the storyteller's voice became high, his face looked like he was glaring at the gods, and his speaking speed became more urgent.

Speaking of the wonderful things, everyone in the teahouse couldn't help applauding, and the applause even overwhelmed the storyteller's voice for a while.

The storyteller was not angry, but took a sip from the water glass in a leisurely manner, moistening his rather thirsty throat.

After the applause in the teahouse subsided, the storyteller continued to talk eloquently about the battle between the two sides.

The story is getting better and better, and the audience in the teahouse also seems to be stunned, staring at the storyteller in front of them intently.

Everyone's emotions also fluctuated with the storyteller's voice, and they flew slowly to the bloody battlefield following the words spoken by the storyteller.

Someone clenched their fists, wanting to know the outcome of the battle.

Someone held his breath, for fear of disturbing the story told by the storyteller.

The people around the storyteller all raised their hearts. There were many farmers who had just left work gathered around the teahouse, and they were also staring at the teahouse, listening to the storyteller's narration.

Everyone's mood was affected by it, sometimes they showed relaxed expressions, and sometimes they showed serious expressions.

"Seeing that the battlefield is extremely entangled, the Xiaoqi Battalion and the White Robe Army are like two long dragons, strangling and killing the Hun Huqi on the periphery...

The storyteller raised his voice and shouted angrily, as if he was on the battlefield of the golden and iron horses.

"The Xiongnu Shanyu Xubu was furious, his eyes were like stars, he put on a finger crown, and personally led the [-] Xiongnu cavalry, rushing down from the hillside!"

Everyone's hearts couldn't help being lifted up. It was said before that more than 4 Huns surrounded the Yellow Turban Army's large formation. Now adding [-] Huns, wouldn't that be extremely dangerous?

"Pa—" the gavel suddenly snapped.

Everyone's mood was also pulled back from the battlefield of the gold and iron horse by the storyteller.

The storyteller cleared his throat, raised Zhuo Shang's water bowl, and said loudly: "If you want to know what will happen next, let's wait until tomorrow to break it down."

The uproar came again.

Many of the people surrounding the teahouse came here to listen to storytelling after finishing their farm work.

There were no leisure and entertainment activities among the villages. Not long ago, many storytellers suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys of Hedong County, among the villages, and among the villages.

These storytellers seem to be believers in Taipingdao. Taipingdao has opened many drinking water points and markets, and those storytellers tell stories one by one in those places.

There are many stories.

For example, what the storyteller just said was the extremely popular "Northern Expedition to the Huns", which was about the bloody battle between the Yellow Turban Army and the Huns in Shuofang.

There are also all kinds of stories, some about ghosts and ghosts, some about gods and Taoists, such as stone monkeys and so on.

But there are more stories about the Taiping Road and the Yellow Turban Army. Some tell about the Eagle Wolf Guards arresting robbers, some tell about Taiping Road's Fu Zhu who heals the sick and save lives, and some tell about the military and civilian families helping each other.

Now listening to storytelling every day is almost everyone's favorite leisure activity on weekdays.

"Say more, talk more..."

Outside the teahouse, the farmers carrying farm tools shouted eagerly.

Although they have heard it once or twice, but every time the storyteller cuts off, they are still eager to listen to the storytelling as if scratching their hearts.

The storyteller stopped tidying up and looked at the people in the teahouse with some hesitation.

The teahouse suddenly became noisy again, and a group of people were all sincere.

"In that case..."

The storyteller put down the gavel in his hand, and sometimes he spoke with all his heart, and many people listened, and these storytellers were willing to tell another short paragraph.

The storyteller saluted and said with a smile: "Then I will tell you a short paragraph."

"it is good!"