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Volume Two: Luoyang's Conquest of Dong Chapter 247: Feng Ming Qishan (2)

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    That ferocious bronze mask came into view, and Dong Zhuo's fat body softened and he fell off his horse.  Ji Ping walked slowly to Dong Zhuo. Four Xingxiu guards had already rushed forward, took off all the weapons on Dong Zhuo, and tied him up.  Ji Ping looked at Dong Zhuo with a complicated expression.  Ever since he came to this era in the sixth year of Zhongping, Dong Zhuo's dark clouds began to hang over his head, making him breathless in the palace. He changed from a man with a bit of melancholy, mixed with the original softness and cowardice of Liu Bian.  Wen Qing has become mature, determined, and rational, and has become what he is today.  Dong Zhuo deposed his throne, almost forced his mother to death, became domineering and killed countless innocent people, and now he is about to be punished.  Ji Ping took off his mask and looked at Dong Zhuo with a surprised but expected look in his eyes. He said calmly: "Song Qing, it's even more swollen." "Song Qing" was once a childish way for the young Ji Ping to vent his dissatisfaction.  Rhetoric, but it is undeniable that Dong Zhuo, who was once strong, powerful, galloping on the battlefield, and able to shoot left and right, has become hopelessly fat in just two years and has become almost a ball. He can ride a horse.  Ji Ping was already impressed by his ability to escape so far.  "Hehe Your Majesty Your Majesty" Dong Zhuo's hair was disheveled. He knew that he would definitely die if he fell into Ji Ping's hands this time. His cheeks twitched violently and he made a hoarse voice: "What a good trick. I didn't expect that I also have it."  Is it God's will today? Hehehehehe!" Ji Ping looked at the seemingly crazy Dong Zhuo and said nothing.  Two years ago, the ambitious Dong Zhuo entered the capital. The life and death of Ji Ping, the emperor, was determined by Dong Zhuo with one word.  Two years later, Dong Zhuo fell in front of Ji Ping in embarrassment.  He controls life and death.  "Hehe" Dong Zhuo suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. This warlord finally showed his rough and arrogant side. He did not beg for mercy. At this time, there was no fear of death in his eyes.  "In this life, I will depose the emperor and sweep across Guandong. I will hold the power of the world and enjoy all the wealth and splendor. Those who obey will prosper and those who rebel will perish. I will confiscate my family and exterminate my clan. I will make the world shocked! I will be famous for eternity, and I will be so illustrious How happy! . . .  HeheHappy!" Ji Pingping was expressionless, no matter whether Dong Zhuo was fearless or repentant before his death, compared with his cruel and evil deeds.  They are all worth mentioning.  Keng!  He pulled out the long sword from his waist, raised his hand, and a cold light flashed through.  There was a faint clicking sound, and a red line appeared between Dong Zhuo's neck, and a loud laughter burst out from his mouth, like a night owl. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Above Qishan Mountain, the golden eagle circled and roared loudly.  Dong Zhuo's head flew off.  In a trance, I seemed to hear the sound of phoenixes Fengming Qishan.  More than a thousand years ago, the phoenix mingled in Qishan.  The Shang Dynasty died and the Zhou Dynasty prospered.  ¡°Now Fengming Qishan symbolizes whose decline and whose rise?  Dong Zhuo¡¯s fallen head was stained red with blood, and it was difficult to close his wide-open eyes.  At this point, he led the Qiang and Hu soldiers in Liangzhou to run rampant for a while.  Dong Zhuo, who burned, killed, looted, and brought severe disasters to the Han people and the people, died.  Ji Ping returned the sword to its sheath, put on the bronze mask, and his voice was a little hoarse.  "Send his head and body to Lu Fengxian." Let Dong Zhuo die so neatly.  In the eyes of others, he is already soft-hearted, but Ji Ping has always been open-minded, and even though he hates him deeply, he is not the kind of pervert who likes to torture others. He keeps his gaze forward.  Dong Zhuo is dead, but Xiwu is still there.  There is enough food to feed a thousand people for thirty years, there is countless money and cloth, and the walls are as strong and thick as the city of Chang'an.  As Dong Zhuo said: If it succeeds, you will dominate the world; if it fails, you will be able to stay here for the rest of your life.  Xiwu can¡¯t take advantage of others, not to mention that there is also Dong Min, the general of the left, who is also one of Ji Ping¡¯s targets.  In a moment, a cavalry group rushed out from Qishan, flying Dong Zhuo's flag, and headed straight for Yi County.  The honor guards standing guard along the way saw that the horsemen and cavalry were all wearing red robes, and they couldn't help but salute respectfully. These honor guards were Dong Zhuo's newly recruited soldiers, and they did not dare to ask any questions. Who knew that the cavalry galloping on the road was no longer theirs?  Dong Zhuo's personal bodyguard.  ¡­ In a blink of an eye, it was the evening of the fifth day of April. The breeze was cool and cold, the sky was full of stars, and a crescent of the Emei Moon hung in the western sky.  In the northeast of Xi County, looking from a distance, the towering Xiwu is brightly lit, surrounded by colorful decorations, and it is very lively.  Dong Min, the general of the left, wearing a scarlet robe with gold embroidery, was busy directing his sergeants and servants to arrange the dock. According to the date, his brother Dong Zhuo would be returning home tomorrow, so preparations would be made in the dock tonight.  At this time, the only people helping in the dock were the Dong clan and Dong Zhuoqiang who already lived in the dock.There are many young girls and boys, as well as people from various aristocratic families who came from outside, the maids and eunuchs temporarily recruited from the palace, Dong Min's personal guards, as well as the county soldiers from You Fufeng and the officers from Xi County.  In the inner hall, Chi Yangjun, who is nearly ninety years old and has pale hair, is sitting there, with a smile on his wrinkled face.  Chi Yangjun had three sons. The eldest son Dong Zhuo died early, the second son Dong Zhuo was the mainstay of the family, and the third son Dong Min is now General Zuo.  Although her son Dong Zhuo is extremely powerful, she is about to die and does not care about this. What she cares about most is that Dong Zhuo's eldest son died young and has not left a son until now. Now that Dong Zhuo has married Ma again,  Finally, it is an expectation.  A young girl about thirteen or fourteen years old is playing happily. She is Dong Zhuo's most beloved only granddaughter Dong Bai.  Under Dong Zhuo's favor, she was more noble than a princess, and was named the King of Weiyang before she even had a hairpin.  On the day of the canonization, Dong Zhuo built a high altar in the east of Yicheng City. Dong Bai rode in a golden and green-covered chariot. A group of captains, generals, and governor Qianshi were in front of him to guide him. Dong Huang, the lieutenant of the Central Military Academy, was the envoy to confer the seal and ribbon.  .  From then on, everyone in Guanzhong knew about Dong Bai.  The servants of the Dong Mansion have offended Dong Zhuo. As long as they can get Dong Bai to intercede, they can avoid catastrophe.  Inside and outside the hall, there were also Dong Zhuo's daughters and a group of wives and concubines.  In addition, relatives of the Dong family in Lintao, near and far, are desperately trying to please Mrs. Dong and the underage Dong Bai, in order to get close to Dong Zhuo and gain power and benefits.  In order to reduce defense loopholes, the entire Xiwu only has a south gate, with protruding horse faces on the other three sides and turrets on the four corners.  At this time, the south gate was wide open, and the torches on the gate tower were brightly lit. County soldiers and officers were coming and going to carry things, and the suspension bridge had not been folded up yet.  On the gate tower, Dong Min stood there, looking at the situation inside the castle. Tian Yi, the chief secretary, came over and reported to him the preparations for the relevant matters. At the end, he said: "Everyone from the Guanzhong family has come, but the Huangfu family has not come.  " A stern look flashed in Dong Min's eyes, and he snorted coldly: "Huangfu Song has always hated my brother. My brother is the Grand Master, so what if he accepted his aunt? After this incident, I will definitely retaliate against my brother.  Let Huangfusong come to see you in person!" Tian Yi said again: "Now that everything is settled, do you want to send the guests away, pull up the suspension bridge, and close the dock door?" Dong Min nodded, but before he spoke,  Suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance.  
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