【Uh, I fell asleep as I wrote at night...】

On the gate tower of Julu City, Dong Zhuo and his generals watched the 55 people in Baihu Mountain and Liu Bei, and Zhang Fei rode his horse away.

Li Jue suddenly asked Dong Zhuo: "Why did the general treat the disciples of Baihu Mountain so politely?"

Such courtesy?

When the other generals heard this, they were stunned at first, and then they all reacted.

Yes, the General of the Central Army was originally a rough and irritable person, but what he did in the past two days could be called "humility and courteousness"!

At first, Pan Feng and others "make noise in front of the big tent", which was inconsistent with military law and Dong Zhuo did not deal with it;

Later, these people even "ignored Shangguan's banquet to invite him", arrogant and rude, and Dong Zhuo still did not deal with it;

Later, when Julu City was broken, the Zhonglang was about to express the achievements of Guan Yu and others, but these people refused. Then they said casually, "Chasing the Thieves' Head" and left in a hurry, but Dong Zhuo still came up to watch.

Only Zhang Huan, the general of the Central Army, who was one of the "Three Mings of Liangzhou" in the past, was able to receive the courtesy of General Dong!

However, how could these unknown people compare with the "Northern Prince Zhang Ranming"!

Dong Zhuo looked at the puzzled Li Jue and the generals under his command who were also confused, shook his head and asked a question that was incompatible with each other: "In your opinion, how should Your Majesty reward me for breaking the city this time when the thief was defeated?"

"Enter the capital and be Sikong! Haha!"

"General of the North can do it."

"If you want to do it, you must be the general who will fight against the West, and you will be back to your hometown in Xiliang."

“…”

Dong Zhuo shook his head again.

Others only saw him rising to the top, from the state's military commander, to the Yulin Lang, to the Langzhong..., to the governor of Bingzhou, the prefect of Hedong, and to the current general of the Central Army, he was indeed called a prosperous official career.

However, Dong Zhuo himself had different feelings.

His start and promotion were all related to the Western Qiang. In the past, the Qiang people caused rebellion, and the emperor suffered, and urgently needed a slander to quell the rebels. Dong Zhuo was convenient for Yan Xi. He took advantage of the situation in Yongkang and was promoted step by step according to his achievements in pacifying Qiang.

Now that the Western Qiang is temporarily unstable, his role is no longer as good as before. Although it is not considered "the cunning rabbit dies, and the lackeys cook", once he loses in the fight against the peaceful thieves, the outcome will definitely not be much better than Lu Zi's previous efforts.

Moreover, before the White Tiger disciples went down the mountain, Julu City was as solid as a golden soup; as soon as the White Tiger disciples entered the camp, they defeated the enemy and broke the city!

Under such a situation, no matter how Dong Zhuo reiterated his merits, how could he be the emperor's eyes?

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"Your Majesty, I, He Jin, pay my respects!"

"But the Julu war has changed?"

"The White Tiger King sent fifty-five people from his disciples down the mountain. Once he entered Julu, he broke through the enemy city with the force of piercing the temple and sweeping the cave!"

He Jin seemed to be very respectful of Baihu Mountain, and in his words, he attributed all the "development of the city" to the Baihu people.

"good!"

Liu Hong was overjoyed and asked again: "Has the thief chief Zhang Jiao been awarded the title of head?"

"Zhang Zi fled to Yingchuan, Yuzhou, and the Baihu Sect is pursuing it with all its might."

"good!"

Although there are minor flaws, Liu Hong is already very satisfied with this result.

Just as he was thinking about whether to ride a donkey cart to travel in the palace to celebrate or go to the harem to imitate the tavern in the street market to have fun, Queen He entered the palace gate.

After exchanging glances with He Jin, Empress He snuggled up to Liu Hong and said charmingly: "Your Majesty, I have something to ask about!"

"What's the matter?"

"Is that King Yan really an immortal?"

"It should be true."

"Since that's the case, Your Majesty, I want to ask Your Majesty to agree?"

"What's the matter?"

"Please let Your Majesty approve the White Tiger Mountain and learn immortal arts!"

"Let Bian'er go up the mountain to learn immortal arts?!!"

Emperor Liu Hong of Han was stunned and subconsciously shook his head. As the eldest son, he had not practiced his own skills before he practiced himself, and had not planned to be a country before he planned to be an immortal, which was not a perfect practice!

"Bian'er is a weak person and needs some training." Empress He shook her head when she saw Liu Hong, and said, "Your Majesty, you gave her the youngest son before, isn't that also a way to cultivate immortality? As both parents and children, your Majesty cannot be too biased, Your Majesty~"

Liu Hong couldn't stand the entanglement of Queen He, so he asked He Jin's opinion.

"The magic of immortality is second. If it can change the prince's personality, it will be a good thing." He Jin looked at Liu Hong's face and said tentatively.

In the look of He Jin and the queen, Liu Hong pondered for a long time before saying, "I will consider the matter of learning immortals again. However, even if it is feasible, the teaching of Bian'er's classics and etiquette cannot be abolished. One person needs to be found as the prince's teacher."

When Empress He heard this, she hurriedly said, "How about the three elders who taught Confucian classics to Your Majesty in Huaguang Hall in the past?"

After the Emperor Liu Hong ascended the throne, three elders went to Huaguang Hall to teach Liu Hong the classics of Confucianism. They were the Taiwei Yang Ci, Sikong Zhang Ji, and Guanglu Xun Liu Kuan.

"These three elderly people are old and are about to be 70 years old, and they are often sick and cannot get the White Tiger." Liu Hong shook his head and refused.

"What's Lu Zi doing?"

"The moth thief has not been completed, and Lu Zi can be used."

"How about Zheng Kangcheng?"

"This person is focused on the classics and does not serve in the office, and refuses to recruit people, so he may not succeed."

"Shen Tu Zilong, Chen Yuanfang, Han Yuanchang, Xun Ciming..."

Empress He then listed a group of famous scholars and scholars, but none of them were favored by Liu Hong.

"Your Majesty, how about Cai Boyi?" He Jin in the hall suddenly interrupted.

"Chenliu Cai Boyi?" Liu Hong pondered for a moment, "Where is this person now?"

Cai Yong and Cai Boyi were proficient in classics and history, good at verses and verses, and were also proficient in clerical scripts. In the fourth year of Xiping (175), he established the "Hongdu Stone Classic" in front of the Taixue Lecture Hall. When he looked at and copied, he was a carriage and built a thousand taels a day to fill the streets. Later, because of his impeachment for "hate and obedience to the public, he discussed the harm of the ministers." Although he had received a general amnesty, he was afraid of the evil of the Zhongchangshi and fled to the rivers and seas. Now he did not know where to live.

"It is rumored that the man was living in seclusion in the Wuhui area." He Jindao.

"After recalling Cai Boyi, we will discuss the matter of Bian'er cultivating immortals."

"All right."

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The foot of Baihu Mountain.

Rows of houses rise up from the ground; porridge sheds are set up one after another. There are many pedestrians coming and going, but they are orderly and orderly.

Most of the dirty and dirty refugees had changed into neat winter clothes, either assisting the craftsmen in doing some tampering and building work, or cooperating with the White Tiger disciples to distribute wheat porridge, rice and grain to the newly arrived refugees.

It's a big difference compared to the messy scene at the beginning.

County Magistrate Chen accompanied the little king, looking at this scene from the far side of the mountain, stroking his beards with satisfaction and smiling.

"The end of the year is approaching, so store more rice, grain, winter clothes, and don't be stingy with money." Yan Xiaoyi said.

"The king is kind and kind, and I am grateful to thousands of refugees in the morning." The magistrate of Chen bowed and bowed.

"Haha, I am used to being kind to the world." Yan Xiaoyi calmly accepted this gift and asked, "Can you remember the contribution book of your disciples clearly?"

"The true teachings, the inner and outer doors are clear."

"Good job!" King Yan praised, and ordered, "Calculate the names and family backgrounds of the villagers who came to help each other so that they can distribute their wealth before the end of the year to redeem them."

"Yes, king."

After discussing some trivial matters on the mountain, County Magistrate Chen said goodbye and left. King Yan was thinking about how to reward his disciples and whether to hold a "Baihu Mountain Spring Festival Gala" until Xiu'er called him to have a meal, and was still hesitant.

"Xiu'er, I'll perform a magic trick for you!"

Seeing that there was wheat rice and mulberry on the table, King Yan's appetite was greatly reduced. He took a few bites of rice bored. He suddenly said to the little girl with great interest.

"What is magic?"

"Uh...it's a performance that makes you feel weird after watching it."

“What is a performance?”

"Uh, the performance is... it's..." The little king grabbed his forehead with great distress. The more he grabbed, the more anxious he became, the less he knew how to use words to explain "magic" and "performance".

In the end, the fetal hair on the little head was scratched two or three times, but I still couldn't figure out how to use the words, so I simply said: "It's the immortal method! The immortal method!"

"Oh, I understand."

"Look at it! The Gate of Life and Death!"

Yan Xiaoyi raised his hand and suddenly appeared above the open space outside the bedroom, with black air everywhere, and countless whirlpools of lightning rolling in it.

At first, the vortex was just as big as a bowl, but it "growed" rapidly. After a few breaths, it was like the mouth of a pot, and a suction force gradually emerged.

Xiu'er and the little king in the room could also feel the pulling power. In Xiu'er's surprised gaze, Yan Xiaoyi threw a wheat cake over in the air.

With a "swoosh", the wheat cake flew into the whirlpool and disappeared.
To be continued...