Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

Liu Kang has been muddle-headed all his life, but thanks to the great storms he experienced in his early years, he is extremely keen in his perception of danger.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

This burst of power not only knocked the medicine bowl to the ground, but also made Mrs. Li, who was already trembling in her heart, take a big step back in fear. Shout out!

"How dare a lowly maidservant harm an orphan!" Liu Kang was only guessing at eight points, but now he is very sure, and he was terrified immediately, calling out hoarsely: "Come here—"

However, he shouted with all his strength, but it was actually as small as a mosquito, and it didn't spread very far, and the servants who had been exposed by his deeds rushed up and firmly restrained his limp limbs.

One of them blocked the mouth of the screaming Mrs. Li to prevent her panicked shouts from attracting the guards in the distance. I poured down the extra hot soup.

Liu Kang struggled like crazy, wanted to shout, but he was blocked by the bitter medicine that poured into his mouth continuously, and his tears overflowed from lying down, except for the painful cough, there was only a small "woo hoo" sound , and Gulu Gulu were forced to drink in.

More than half of a pot of boiled soup was spilled, but only one out of ten actually entered Liu Kang's belly.

However, such a worsening situation is enough to kill the emperor who has been lingering and sick for a long time.

Liu Kang's eyes were wide open, and they stuffed a piece of dirty cloth into his mouth. His convulsive limbs were pressed tightly, and he could only let the fire burn in his belly.

——Xianjun!

Save the orphan!

Even though he was very clear rationally that Xianjun Yan was still thousands of miles away in Xuchang, at this moment of life and death, Liu Kang could only think of him in despair and shouted silently.

What he didn't know was that Yan Qing, the savior he had been thinking about, had actually arrived outside Luoyang City last night, and was camping at the Sunset Pavilion with the 3000 troops.

What's even more ironic is that it was precisely because Yan Qing's sudden arrival severely disrupted someone's plan that he had to take the risk and kill the emperor before Yan Qing entered the palace.

Liu Kang was already sweating profusely, and wanted to hiss and roll around in pain, but under the firm restraint, he couldn't move except for twisting the joints of his hands and feet, which made teeth ache. Not even the slightest bit of real sound could be made.

The sharp pain, like a knife being twisted, spread from the throat to the stomach very quickly. Even Liu Kang was looking forward to the fairy king descending from the sky again to save him from the fire and water. At this moment, he also understood that this was impossible.

...Who is...who is...

The light in Liu Kang's eyes gradually dimmed.

I have lived a useless life with countless regrets, but the most regrettable thing is that I have never mustered up the courage to tell Yan Xianjun that he has always...

The palace maids pressed Liu Kang tightly from the beginning to the end, and couldn't hide their nervousness from staring at the emperor's face, watching his pale face lose the last trace of rosiness, his struggles became weaker and weaker, his pupils gradually became loose, and his chest The ups and downs also changed from violent to none, and finally completely motionless.

Liu Kang, who had been a puppet on the throne for more than 40 years, finally died in pain at the hands of a group of court ladies under circumstances that no one knew about.

His whole face was burnt red from the medicine juice, his hair, face, neck, and the large bed on which he lay his head were all stained with light brown juice, making him extremely miserable and embarrassing.

His eyes were wide open laxly, and until the end, he couldn't figure out who the daring emissary of the Emperor Slaying Lord was.

They all breathed a sigh of relief, as if being pricked by a needle, they unanimously let go of their bruised hands and feet, and then cleaned up the messy dragon couch in an orderly manner.

No one dared to look at the emperor's unrepentant face. In the end, everything should be changed, and everything that didn't need to be changed back to its original state. It was really inevitable, so they pushed one person forward, bit the bullet, and put him The eyelids were forced shut.

Just at this time, the door of the palace was knocked lightly four times.

—My lord is here.

They couldn't help shivering, and quickly dragged the limp and unconscious Mrs. Li away, and walked out of the door.

The person who came in gently pushed the door and looked about the same age as Liu Kang, wearing a Situ-style robe, even if he was confident, he cautiously brought in only three cronies, and did not forget to close the palace door again.

After personally checking that Liu Kang was completely out of breath, and his death could not be more clear, the tension in his mind was loosened, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Everything is ready," he calmly ordered in a hoarse voice, "Let the swallow thief enter the palace alone."

The confidant didn't dare to look at the emperor's corpse lying quietly on the couch, and buried his head deeply: "Here."

Half an hour later, after Yan Qing heard the content of the summons, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and repeated: "Alone?"

The servant nodded, and said politely: "His Royal Highness, please follow me into the palace quickly, don't make His Majesty wait in a hurry."

Yan Qing cast a glance at Zhang He, and the latter understood instantly, and invited the servant to another tent.

When there were only two people left in the tent, Yan Qing said firmly: "It is absolutely impossible for those words to come from His Majesty's mouth."

Lu Bu couldn't help being startled.

Yan Qing rubbed the space between his brows and explained: "He trusts me a lot, but really, he has no defense against you. Besides, when I arrived last night, I sent someone to deliver the news. If he really found out, How can I wait patiently for a long time, and insist that I can't take you with me?"

Lu Bu was confused when he heard that, "That's...?"

With mixed feelings in Yan Qing's heart, he reluctantly admitted: "" More bad luck than good. "

Lu Bu finally understood, and was startled immediately: "With the current state of the court, how dare someone kill the emperor?"

Yan Qing smiled wryly and said: "I don't know if he came here for me and caused him to suffer an innocent disaster, or if he spoke out loud and caused a fatal disaster."

Lu Bu was still shocked, speechless for a long time.

Although the emperor is a wretch who likes to make trouble, there are countless people who are looking forward to King Yu's replacement, but in the end, even those who are looking forward to this day and night are only beaten to force people to give in, or to stand by when people die. His idea is not to go so far as to directly slaughter the emperor!

Even the demon king Dong Zhuo, who was as insane as he was back then, didn't dare to attack the emperor blatantly, at least he had to abolish his position.

"However," Yan Qing's face was calm, his thoughts turned, he slowly walked up in the tent, and calmly analyzed: "Although this envoy has some abilities, I'm afraid it's limited to the palace, just to catch him by surprise."

It's just that the other party's omission is because he underestimated his sensitivity.

"He killed His Majesty, but kept the news locked up. Most of the beating is to push the crime of killing the emperor on my head, and then kill me on the spot... It can be seen that he may not succeed in mobilizing the imperial army. .”

While talking, Yan Qing stopped pacing, leaned over and wrote a few letters very quickly, and stuffed them into the wooden cow and horse.

While waiting for Mu Niu to come back, he looked at Lu Bu again: "The thing I can't figure out the most is this person's motive." At this point, Yan Qing paused, slightly puzzled and said: "Most of the people who insist on my life regardless of the cost are royalists, thinking that after I get rid of me, the Han Dynasty can successfully regain power and revive again. However, he is also ruthless and merciless towards His Majesty..."

Assuming that both he and Lu Bugu were killed, not to mention the far-reaching impact, it is conceivable that his most loyal subordinate would go mad and lead his troops to crush the court as revenge.

Lu Bu's face was gloomy: "It's more like burning jade and stone together."

Mu Niu Liuma had already flown back, Yan Qing casually replied while taking the letter: "Really, there are quite a few people who have forged blood feuds with me...You help read this list, and I will read other letters."

He handed it over casually, and Lu Bu hurriedly took it, but saw that the names of the court officials were densely packed on it: "This, read it all?"

Yan Qing let out an absent-minded murmur, and concentrated on reading the replies from the counselors.

Although Lu Bu didn't know what this lengthy list could be used for, after confirming Yan Qing's instructions, he read it down meticulously: "Yang Xiu, Ma Xun..."

When he finally finished reading the long list with stumbles, Yan Qing also replied to several letters from the conspirators with great efficiency, and sent the wooden cow out again.

He took the note that Lu Bu had read for a long time, glanced at it casually, and was amused on the spot: "What Ma Xun? It's obviously Ma Yi!"

If you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that Lu Bu is not very studious in his bones. In recent years, he has gradually returned to his original shape because he seldom touched serious books. .

"No wonder it sounds strange." Yan Qing said helplessly, "It's just that the word Yi is not uncommon, you—"

He subconsciously wanted to give an example, but at the next moment, he suddenly realized something and stopped.

"Hold on."

Lu Bu grinned in embarrassment, trying to get away with it, when he saw a light flashing across Yan Qing's eyes, which suddenly lit up.

"So that's how it is." Yan Qing sighed, "It's the poisonous scheme of burning jade and stone together, which is so unlike his style, that's why I didn't think of it right away..."

In order to please him, Liu Kang did make a move to find the fathers of those people and imprison them. Not long after, the old minister died of illness in prison.

The servant in charge of delivering the order was taken to the side tent by Zhang Yun's soft and hard tactics, and he was in a state of turmoil in his heart, fearing that he might reveal something, and forced a smile on his face.

Although Zhang He noticed it, he was guarded by a group of tall and burly soldiers, and ordinary people couldn't calm down, so he didn't take it too seriously, and politely asked him what tea he wanted to drink.

The waiter was disturbed, and he pointed casually. When he turned around, he was sent to hold it in his hand for a look, and he was dumbfounded to find that it was just a bowl of ordinary white water.

Zhang He said confidently: "This trip is in a hurry, and I haven't brought all the tea, so let's make do."

The servant was not in the mood to drink, seeing that he was easy to talk, he couldn't help urging: "It's been a long time, if His Royal Highness Prince Yu doesn't leave, His Majesty might—"

Before he finished speaking, the curtain was lifted.

"It takes a while to take a bath and change clothes. I will apologize to His Majesty at that time."

Yan Qing, who had put on a brand-new official robe, was a bit more compelling and extravagant in addition to the usual jade tree facing the wind and gracefully like jade.When he slowly walked into the tent, his face was so radiant that even the servants were completely dumbfounded.

"Now," he raised his pointed chin slightly, and smiled gracefully, "Please lead the way."

The servant was like a wandering ghost, floating ahead, almost forgetting his lord's orders.

But in the end it was almost.

With his heart beating like a drum, he led the world-renowned King Yu deeper and deeper into the trap of death. After opening the palace door and watching Yan Qing walk in, he tremblingly made a gesture, calling The guards who had been guarding both sides stepped forward quickly, closed the palace door tightly, and at the same time tied it firmly outside.

As the so-called catch a turtle in an urn, Yan Qing and the emperor who died tragically were locked in the same room. This scene was met by the ministers and ministers together, and the stigma of regicide was firmly deducted.

When Ma Yi led his ministers to visit His Majesty who was seriously ill as planned, the wooden peg on the palace gate had been quietly taken away.

He exchanged glances with the guard beside him calmly, and after confirming that everything was going well, he couldn't help speeding up a few steps, walking in the front.

The light in the hall was dim, with only the faint light from a few candles, reflecting a thin figure vaguely behind the gauze curtain, who was half-sitting on the couch, coughing uncomfortably.

Yan Qing is old, cunning, and cunning. After realizing that the emperor is dead and the palace door is locked tightly, and he cannot escape, he has the quick wit to pretend to be His Majesty on the dragon couch in order to confuse him?

Ma Yi sneered.

It's a pity that he is here now, even if this villain who caused his whole family to flee and hide his name can't even fly!

"Why is Your Majesty sitting up? Why is there no one serving in this hall—"

While saying concerned words, Ma Yi strode forward, ignoring the other courtiers angrily scolding him for being impolite, and directly opened the hazy veil——

But when he saw His Majesty, who was white but definitely alive, he stared at him with great displeasure in surprise, and said in a deep voice, "Bold Ma Yi! Don't back down!"