Three Kingdoms: I will return it ten thousand times, my lord, I will never keep it for myself

Now a large group of people and horses are moving forward like a tide. The princes and nobles are dressed in mourning clothes, and they are moving slowly towards the magnificent palace.

Along the way, the team is winding like a long dragon, with no end in sight. More officials have joined this grand procession, and their joining makes this ribbon woven with power and status more dazzling.

These latecomers, some with admiration, some seeking opportunities, are like those alert wild dogs on the grassland, quietly following the lion, hoping to get a share of this feast, even if it is just the little grace left in the claws of the victor.

And Liu Yao, who stands at the top of the crowd and is known as the champion of the Han Dynasty, is the undisputed lion on the grassland.

He is tall and straight, with a sharp gaze, which makes people look sideways and feel awe.

When they arrived at the gate of the palace, the atmosphere reached its peak. General He Jin, sitting on the luxurious carriage at this moment, looked a little calm, but his eyes could not hide the tension and expectation before, which had been replaced by the upcoming glory.

He knew very well that today's action was not only about personal honor and disgrace, but also had a profound impact on the fate of the entire Han Dynasty. And the focus of all this was on the champion marquis Liu Yao, who was about to enter the palace and rewrite history.

Soon, in front of the palace gate, the black armor heavy cavalry and the Xiyuan Imperial Guards guarding the palace gate confronted each other.

One side wanted to enter, while the other side was abiding by their duties.

The two sides even had a friendly exchange of more than ten minutes.

The black armor heavy cavalry all came out of the bloody sea of ​​corpses at the border, and naturally did not take the young master soldiers in front of them seriously.

Seeing that the two sides were on the verge of a fight, Cao Cao hurriedly said:

"Zi Yi, tell me, when is the power of the spear in your hand the greatest?"

Dian Wei and Ke Yiying and others on the side also heard Cao Cao's words.

Everyone is on the edge of a knife, and they never leave their weapons. They even want to hold them even when they go to the toilet.

"When is the spear most powerful? Shouldn't it be most powerful when sprinting on horseback?"

"Hahaha! No! No!"

"As the saying goes, attacking the city is inferior, attacking the heart is superior! The spear in your hand is only in your hands, Liu Ziyi! It is the most powerful! Because everyone knows that you are a superb spearman, but if you are reluctant to stab this spear, they will not know who will die under your spear."

"This! It is deterrence! The highest realm of war, defeating the enemy without fighting!"

"Liu Yao has learned from this!" Liu Yao bowed, and then rode to the front.

"I am the Marquis of the Great Han Champion! General of the Northern Expedition! Liu Yao! I am ordered to enter the palace! This is the gold medal bestowed by the emperor! Whoever dares to stop me will be against the hundreds of thousands of troops in Bingzhou!"

Liu Yao slowly took out a gold medal from his arms, which was exquisitely crafted.

This gold medal was actually the symbol of honor given to him by Liu Hong, the great military god of the Han Dynasty who was feared by all. He never thought that this heavy trust and honor would become the key to his unimpeded success today.

The guards of the imperial army were involuntarily attracted by the gold medal, and swallowing unconsciously surged in their throats. Their eyes were full of awe for the past legends and fear of the people in front of them.

Everyone knows that the name of Liu Yao is like an unshakable monument on the border. The cavalry under his command is invincible and makes the tribes on the grassland terrified. In front of such a person, even those who were guarding the imperial city could not help but want to retreat. After all, compared with the real battlefield heroes, the daily guard duties seemed so insignificant.

Faced with this sudden shock, the imperial guards looked at each other, and finally, reason and obedience to authority prevailed.

They silently made way for the team, which was as powerful as a rainbow, to step into the depth and solemnity of the imperial palace.

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The Ten Eunuchs were still immersed in beautiful fantasies at this time.

Although the previous "waiting for the rabbit" plan failed to lure He into the trap, Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong had a little haze in their hearts, but they did not show any panic.

They knew that what they held in their hands was not only the tiger talisman of half of the garrison in Luoyang, but also the internal network woven by their money and power in the depths of the military camp.

With this airtight layout, even He Jin, the great general, would not be able to mobilize a single soldier.

The ten eunuchs were all confident and sneered, as if they had foreseen the future.

They only needed to wait for the dawn and the melodious sound of the morning court bell, and then they could openly announce to the world that Liu Xie's name would soon be engraved on the dragon throne and he would become the emperor of the new dynasty. That moment would be the fruit of their carefully planned victory.Real, dazzling.

When the dust settles on the celebration of the new emperor's enthronement, those stumbling blocks that have hindered their plans will be the first to bear the brunt and become the first victims of the establishment of the new emperor's authority.

He Jin and others must be dealt with by them.

As long as they hold Liu Xie, a fragile chess piece, firmly in their hands, wouldn't they be able to do whatever they want in the world? By then, these parasites in the deep palace can also transform themselves into people who can turn the tide, and even those nobles who have always been arrogant and domineering will have to bow down and be their subjects.

In their hearts, they sketched out a series of arrogant and domineering pictures, as if they had foreseen that they were standing at the top of power and watching the changes in the world with a smile. However, this brilliant bubble was shattered in an instant.

"Report--! Urgent report!"

A sharp and rapid shout, like a bolt from the blue, shattered the tranquility and fantasy in the room. A young eunuch, with a pale face and panting, rushed in, his eyes full of fear and despair.

"General... and Champion Marquis Liu Yao, rush into the palace!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the room. Everyone who was still immersed in the dream of power just now was like falling into an ice cellar, and their faces suddenly changed. Their fantasy seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this sudden change.

Zhang Rang's body trembled violently, as if he was hit by an invisible thunder. He widened his eyes in disbelief, almost staring holes at this sudden news.

"He Jin, that guy, he didn't ask for the garrison in Luoyang, but... but the champion marquis who shocked the world-Liu Yao!" Zhang Rang's voice trembled, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the gap between his teeth, full of disbelief and fear.

"What? Liu Yao? How could he be here? Isn't he far away in Bingzhou, guarding a place?" Zhao Zhong, who was standing by, heard this and his face suddenly changed. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes. His thoughts quickly went back, trying to find the answer in the fragments of memory.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhong seemed to remember something, his pupils shrank slightly, and he said in a lost voice: "That's right! The late emperor... The late emperor did have an order to summon him back to Beijing to report on his duties! How could we... We ignored it!"

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to solidify, and it was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Zhang Rang's eyes were empty, and he kept muttering: "It's over... Everything is over..." The voice was mixed with despair and unwillingness, echoing in the empty room for a long time.

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