Everyone in the hut should have fallen asleep at night.

Zhuge Liang sat alone in the room. He had no sleepiness. He lay on the bed for a while and sat up.

Walking to the shore of the table, he picked up a candlelight, which illuminated Zhuge Liang's room under the reflection of the candlelight.

He took out some scrolls from under his desk and spread them out.

There were many paintings, and there was a little girl playing in the mountains, looking back at the outside of the painting with a smile; there was a boy cultivating in the fields, standing with a hoe; there were three people sitting in the thatched hut and talking to each other; there was a boy riding on a boat, drifting away gradually.

The drawings on it are all things he wants to remember.

He painted many such paintings, but Zhuge Ying and Zhuge Jun rarely entered his room and had never seen them.

Zhuge Liang has seen one by one. Sometimes he will chuckle for a while after seeing one, and sometimes it will be silent for a moment.

Later, I saw that there was another man with a hat and a little girl in the painting.

Until I saw the last picture, a few people in the countryside walked past the fields and pointed to the mountains and laughed.

Zhuge Liang touched his hand from the painting. If possible, how could he not want to live such a life in Longzhong?

But how could he not understand how to be able to survive in troubled times?

Gu Nan and Lingqi are going to leave in the end. They will see each other again after a few people, but they don’t know when it will be.

After Lingqi asked Gu Nan, she gave Zhuge Ying the sword she held every day to keep her self-defense.

Then the two walked out of Longzhong on the mountain road in the morning.

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In Chang'an City.

Dong Zhuo sat on the table, drank all the wine in the wine glass in one gulp, put it heavily, and the wine glass hit the table and made a muffled sound.

Wang Yun invited Dong Zhuo to a banquet half a month ago, and Diao Chan also asked him to dance and sing at the banquet. Dong Zhuo was drunk and thought he was seeing Diao Chan, but he couldn't extricate himself from seeing the gods.

Wang Yun took the opportunity to say that he wanted to present Diao Chan to Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo was overjoyed. After being at a loss, he thanked him repeatedly and wanted to take Diao Chan away. However, he asked Wang Yun to stop him, saying that he wanted to choose a good day before he would deliver Diao Chan to the mansion with the gift. Dong Zhuo was excited and agreed without thinking too much.

However, it has been half a month since today, and he still hasn't seen Wang Yun send Diao Chan.

Instead, I heard the rumors that Diao Chan often went to Lu Bu's mansion.

"Old man, how dare you bully me?"

Dong Zhuo's voice was low, the wine glass in his hand trembled slightly, and a crack was squeezed out.

The left and right sides of both sides had been swung back, and he was the only one sitting at this time.

After a while, a maid came in from outside and said without raising her head.

"Superior, Situ has arrived."

Dong Zhuo glanced at the maid and let go of the wine glass.

"Let him in."

"Yes, yes." The maid stepped back in small steps. It should be after the news that the old man in an official robe walked into the hall.

Wang Yun spread his hands and bowed: "Prime Minister."

"Situ." Dong Zhuo looked at Wang Yun with a cold look, but he did not directly attack, but asked in a calm voice.

"Situ said before that he wanted to send Diao Chan to me, but for some reason he had not been sent here. Instead, I heard that Diao Chan often went to my son Lu Bu's mansion. I wonder if Situ might tell me the reason?"

"Prime Minister." Wang Yun looked like he was frightened and worshiped.

"The Prime Minister also asks to investigate clearly. I wanted my daughter to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion before, but the girl said she wanted to shirk her for a few days. I had to delay the relationship between father and daughter. As for her and Lu Bu, I really don't know about the Prime Minister."

As he said that, he almost knelt on the ground.

Dong Zhuo in front of the seat narrowed his eyes: "What you said, but it is true?"

"It's true, Yun dare not deceive anything." The old man's voice trembled, and his two gusts seemed to be unstable in the battle.

"Diao Chan will definitely be sent to the Prime Minister's Office. However, when it comes to Wen Hou and Prime Minister, I don't know if I should say anything."

Wang Yun raised his eyes and looked at Dong Zhuo, then lowered his head.

"Oh, it's okay for you to come." Dong Zhuo's face seemed to relax a little, he took a new wine glass and poured a glass of wine.

"Yes, Yun heard that there are rumors in the court that Wen Hou was dissatisfied with the prime minister, and he might...

Wang Yun said this and did not continue to say it. Dong Zhuo did not ask about the following words, and he could not say it.

"I'm afraid there is something?" Dong Zhuo held the wine glass and his face darkened, and finally asked.

Wang Yun took a step back: "I'm afraid there is something, but I'm not going to be a different intention."

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"Hahahaha." Dong Zhuo raised his glass and drank it: "Situ was joking, how could my son treat me strangely?"

It should be unbelievable on the surface.

"After that being said, the prime minister, Wen Hou finally became the surname Lu, not Dong. What's more, Wen Hou was also Ding Yuan before..."

Seeing that Dong Zhuo's expression was wrong.

Wang Yun did not finish his words, but still said half of them. Sometimes half of them were better than finishing his words.

He bowed and said, "I have said a lot, don't blame the prime minister. But I hope the prime minister will pay attention."

Dong Zhuo, holding the wine glass, looked uncertain, and had to have a little doubt in his eyes. Lu Bu was unwilling to do so. He had indeed heard some news before, but he didn't care too much about it.

At this time, Wang Yun mentioned it again, but it made him feel a little suspicious. Lu Bu was also Ding Yuan's adopted son, so didn't he kill Ding Yuan and vote for him?

Who can know that there will be no second time.

"Situ." Dong Zhuo's eyes moved slightly, he shook the wine glass in his hand, and then placed it on the table: "How do you think you should pay attention?"

Wang Yun pinched his palm slightly, walked forward a few steps, leaned over and said softly in Dong Zhuo's ear.

"The prime minister just needs to try this......"

After saying that, he retreated to the hall: "If the Wen Hou has no different intentions, it will naturally not matter. The Prime Minister can comfort him after the resignation. However, if the Wen Hou has different intentions, there will definitely be abnormal movements. The Prime Minister should be careful."

Dong Zhuo put his hand on his chin, touched his beard, and his brows were locked.

He looked at Wang Yun and waved his hand: "Situ, let's go down first."

"Thank you, Prime Minister." Wang Yun bowed and retreated.

Outside Dong Zhuo's door, Wang Yun walked out, clenched his fists, his hands trembled slightly, and took a deep breath.

I looked back at Dong Zhuo's mansion, with a difficult-to-understand meaning in my eyes.

At the same time, Lu Bu received a letter without a signature, saying that because he was not a general of the Western Liang Dynasty, Dong Zhuo had doubts about him and wanted to use him before, but at this time he had the idea of ​​removing him.

Lu Bu held the envelope in his hand and looked through it. He couldn't find Luoming, and he didn't know where it sent it.

However, he saw Dong Zhuo's cruelty and said that Dong Zhuo was suspicious of him and wanted to get rid of it.

He really can't treat it as groundless.

Holding the envelope in his hand, he sent the envelope into the oil lamp in front of him.
Chapter completed!