[Three Kingdoms] Heroine Cultivation Manual

In the end, the two performed in a seemingly incongruous way, and called each other brothers and sisters in front of the boss with a half-hearted smile. At last, they finally fooled Qin Chu.

Qin Chu didn't intend to pursue it at first, so he just waved his hands and let them pass.

She called a few servants, picked out some weapons and books in the room, and pointed to a Boshan stove, and said, "These are sent to other courtyards first. Other old things can be shipped slowly later."

In addition, there are old servants who stayed in Fu Mansion—the children that Qin Chu personally picked in Dongwu, who were sent by Fu Cheng to the main residence of Luoyang after they grew up.

Most of them work behind Qin Miao. Those who are decent in martial arts and have the idea of ​​joining the army have to be merged into Qin Chu's army. These things are trivial and complicated, and ordinary people can't do it, so Qin Miao is also in charge of the handover.

By the time everything was packed, it was almost night.

The curfew is about to come, and the people on the street have cleared up. At this time, there is no sound except for the chirping of birds and insects. A dim crescent hangs precariously on the horizon, covered by a thin cotton-like black cloud that mostly obscures the light.

It was at this moment that Qin Chu woke up.

After dealing with the chores of the master's family in the afternoon, Qin Chu casually took a volume of "Spring and Autumn" and spread it on the desk. He was probably exhausted, but he closed his eyes after reading it, fell asleep on the desk, and fell asleep in a daze. Had a nightmare.

She dreamed of the fire in Situ's mansion when she was a child.

In the dream, it also fell into the night for some reason, and the buildings near Situ's mansion seemed to have disappeared. In the deep night, the only thing that could be seen clearly was the scene of the fire.

The flames of Situ's mansion burned like crazy, entangled with the evening wind and rolled out a scorching piece, which lifted her loose clothes up, and made her whole face red.

Qin Chu instinctively felt that there was something to be done, but the flames were frightening. She stared at the collapsed beams and sills for a long time, but she didn't remember what to do.

Billowing black smoke rose continuously from the carved beams and embroidered pillars, choking her out of breath in an instant, her ears were both quiet and loud, and she didn't know whether it was a living person or a ghost crying.

The sound came near and far away, causing her to start to feel palpitations for no reason. She hesitated at the door for a long time, and finally heard "Master!", and she rushed in as if she had made up her mind.

"...My lord!"

Qin Chu was startled by the voice, and suddenly raised his head, unable to distinguish whether what was in front of him was a dream or reality.

She stared at the flickering candles on the table for a while, and after gathering her composure, she suddenly realized that this was the heat source of the fire in her dream.

Her heart managed to calm down, but the anxiety and tension hanging by a thread did not recede.

Her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she asked hoarsely, "What's the matter?"

The soldier was sweating profusely:

"Beigong...Beigong is flooded!"

These words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, shaking her into a shudder, as if her whole body was being poured by ice water, and the remaining drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

"what!?"

Qin Chu slapped the table suddenly, straightened up with a pale face, took a few breaths, and managed to calm down:

"What about Feng Xiao Meng Qi?"

"After receiving the news, the two of you immediately went back to the camp to dispatch people—the subordinate was ordered to bring a small team of people, and hurry up to find the lord first."

"Okay," she bit the tip of her tongue hard, forcing herself to clear her mind, turned around and walked to the weapon rack, her eyes wandering between the swords, swords and halberds, "they are all cavalry, then take the horse and go to Dongming Gate first, and spread out." Hold tight, and don't let anyone out."

The soldier bowed his head and clasped his fists.

Qin Chuwu took out a silver sword with a cold light from among the dazzling array of weapons:

"—wait for my order later."

"promise."

... In the spring and summer of the sixth year of Zhongping, Luoyang Beigong caught fire, what else could be the reason?

Even if she hasn't met He Jin so far, she can easily guess the reason just by looking at the tense political situation in the capital and the ridiculous historical plot——

He Jin wanted to wipe out the eunuchs, which directly led to the coup.

He Jin died, and the two factions of scholars and eunuchs saw each other. During the confrontation between the two sides, Yuan Shao set fire to Luoyang Beigong and killed all the eunuchs. The great eunuchs were terrified, and finally took the young emperor and King Chenliu away.

As a result, Dong Zhuo killed the young emperor with poison, and replaced Liu Xie, the king of Chenliu, with wine pools and meat forests, causing disaster for the world, and it became the beginning of troubled times.

At the age of eight, she asked herself: "Are you going to change history?"

Now, she no longer needs to answer.

Qin Chu patted his horse and galloped wildly, the sound of his heartbeat vibrating in his ears, the frequency was frighteningly fast.There was no one in the streets during the curfew, and the white horse was galloping along the empty avenue. Her hands were aching slightly from the reins, and she suddenly thought: "What if He Jin is not dead?"

The North Palace was on fire, and where did the fight between the eunuch's relatives go?

From Buguangli to the palace gate, she has been thinking about the follow-up matters all the way, but there is too little news, and just saying "The North Palace is leaking water" is not enough for her to make a judgment.

Until he turned over and got off the horse, his eyes were full of flames.

The big and small yellow gates fled in all directions, and the scholars killed indiscriminately with their swords in their hands. The red light of the North Palace was about to illuminate half of Luoyang, mocking the sad Han dynasty——

Seems to be exhausted.

Shouts of panic filled her ears, and silhouettes of people passed her side by side. The guilty and innocent, the noble and the humble, the smart and the stupid, all seemed to have lost their boundaries in a fire and turned into a single stroke. A flick of the "person".

It was like this before the collapse of the building.

Qin Chu lowered his eyes slightly.

She raised her hand, grabbed a little yellow door who was running northward, pressed his shoulder with one hand, looked at the bewildered eunuch, and asked:

"Where's the prince?"

Now that the young emperor is enthroned, there is no prince, only the emperor, but the situation is urgent, she can't change her words for a while, and the other party can understand who she is referring to.

"No, I don't know!" The waiter with a sad face, gasped for breath after being frightened by her outrageous hand strength, and shouted tremblingly, with a crying tone in his voice:

"They are with Chang Shi! Zhao Zhong, Guo Sheng, Song Dian... After the general was killed, I saw him at the back door of Deyang Hall, and after that..."

He Jin was indeed dead.

Qin Chu's heart sank, he let go of his hand, and the little yellow door staggered away immediately:

"Let's go, Deyang Hall!"

Yuan Shao didn't bring many plays, and he was too busy killing eunuchs in time, so he couldn't control the back door of the palace.She drew her sword out of its sheath with a "shua", and ran against the crowd to the largest palace in Beigong against the scorching air.

There were not many soldiers at the Dongming Gate, but for the convenience of ordering, one person was sent to follow her.At this time, the soldier also drew his sword and held it in front of him, opening the way vigilantly.

After walking for a while, I could see the magnificent Deyang Hall in the fire light. There was a distance from the source of the fire. Although there were no people around, at least there was no trouble from the fire.

The soldier seemed relieved at last: "My lord, let's go..."

"To find His Majesty," she interrupted her subordinate's question, her expression was stern, but her words were frighteningly straightforward, "Time is urgent, don't let the traitors find them first."

The meaning of "rebellious ministers and thieves" is so profound that the soldiers dare not ask whether there are "real rebellious ministers" or whether everyone is a rebellious minister.

Qin Chu didn't mind too much, and when he got close to the Deyang Hall, he held down the hilt of his sword and rushed in without blinking, scaring the soldiers behind him and running in quickly.

But it was too late.

There was no one in the hall, the dragon couch was pushed by someone, and it stood obliquely in the center, the celadon vase fell to the ground in chaos, and it was shattered into pieces all over the floor.

The soldiers took two steps in the empty hall, and could only see the chaos before fleeing.He turned his head and hesitated:

"My lord, if you're not here, why don't you go to the Dongming gate and get some people to go and ask the soldiers to look for it in other halls?"

Qin Chu walked slowly through the hall, frowning and sweeping around the corners, his expression was quite calm:

"No need, Song Dian is my man, if he really takes the prince away, at least he will leave a signal."

Eleven years ago, the old eunuch had his fingers chopped off, and was stunned by the sweet dates provided by Princess Yang'an, so he half pushed and half worked as Qin Chu's eyeliner for many years.

In the secret letter just a few days ago, he also vaguely mentioned the attitude of the servants towards the situation.When the first emperor died, the eunuch's greatest support collapsed, and these people had no choice but to hug Empress He and Empress Dowager Dong and live in fear.

Song Dian said: "General He has long wanted to do harm. If there is any change in the palace someday, I hope that the pavilion master will help a servant because of the love of the past."

Since he had said this before, and was forced to flee at the end of the road, he would never give up Fu Chu as a life-saving straw.Whether it's for Qin Chu's purpose, or simply wanting to save himself, Song Dian will definitely leave a code that can guide the direction.

Qin Chu’s eyes skipped over the red square carpet, carved screen, and ebony wooden cabinets... Suddenly he reached out and touched the lake-green pillars supporting the palace. down--

Then felt the slight depression.

These words were hastily written on with thin tools, the shape of the characters is messy, and the traces become shallower as you go down, but you can still see the original meaning after careful identification.

"Shangximen," she raised her sword calmly, and crossed out all the original small characters, leaving a small man-made pit in the center of the green beam.After confirming that the handwriting was difficult to discern, she turned her head and ordered:

"All the soldiers go to Shangximen, and then send one person back to the tent in the suburbs of Beijing to inform Ma Mengqi, and let him lead a small team to meet me before going to the Ximen (chán) water. Pang Lingming will lead people to guard the camp."

"promise!"

He Jin is dead, and the gentry behind his relatives are still killing people in the palace, unaware of the escape of the prince and the servant.

The rut of history has turned again. The "gumen escape" recorded in the history books no longer exists. The first emperor fled out of the city near the West Garden.

The fire in the North Palace was raging, but the palace was not damaged much. It can be seen that it had not been too long since Yuan Shao set the fire and He Jin died.

The marks left by Song Dian point directly to Chushui and Shangximen.

——She still has more time, enough to meet the young emperor and seize the opportunity.