"Yes, as long as there is a grudge between thieves and bandits, if there is a chance, I believe that Sun Quan would not mind repeating the old incident in Jingzhou and breaking his promise to attack the Western bandits."

"At that time, won't it be a rare and good opportunity for Wei?"

Speaking of this, Sima Yi and Fu Gu looked at each other, and both of them thought of the Yiling battle again.

Alas, if Emperor Wen really knew something secretly, he might regret it!

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Sima Yi and Fu Gu were talking about Luoyang in Yecheng, hundreds of miles away. At this time, the city of Luoyang was already desolate.

On the extremely wide street, there are many pedestrians.

Occasionally, one or two pedestrians would appear, looking flustered and walking in a hurry.

Several wild dogs sprang out from a row of deserted houses, not afraid of humans at all, and even barked at the backs of humans who were retreating.

The barking of dogs echoed in the empty streets, further highlighting the emptiness and defeat of Luoyang City.

The Han army broke through Hangu Pass and troops were approaching the city at any time, causing Luoyang City, the capital of the Wei Dynasty, to fall into a state of extreme panic.

With people in panic, anyone with some connections would pack up their things and run away as soon as possible in the past few months.

Those who are still staying in the city are either ordinary people who have nowhere to go, or special personnel who are under guard and are not allowed to leave the city at will.

For example, the three Xiahou clans.

As well as the Sima brothers who have the duty of guarding.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts me!"

In the Taifu's Mansion, Master Sima was lying on the couch, his body twisting involuntarily, one hand tightly grasping the side of the couch, the other hand covering his left eye, howling and moaning in pain:

"Mom, save me, mom, mom, save me!"

Zhang Chunhua, who was beside the couch, took the hot towel handed over by the servant and wiped off the sweat on Master Sima's forehead, face, neck and other places:

"My son, come and show me!"

Zhang Chunhua gently pulled away Master Sima's hand that was covering his eyes.

But I saw that the originally white cloth belt had turned yellow-red due to blood seepage. The cloth belt could wrap around the rotten flesh on the face, but it could not wrap around the yellow pus that stuck to the lake.

Zhang Chunhua tried to wipe away the pus, but as soon as he touched the red and swollen area around the wound, Master Sima shook violently like a fish out of water and dying.

"pain!"

"My son, don't move around..."

Zhang Chunhua said quickly and tried to hold down Master Sima's arm.

But at this moment, Master Sima only felt the sharp pain in his eyes penetrating into the depths of his brain, as if lightning was exploding in his brain, and as if someone was digging his own head with a chisel.

"I can not stand it any more!"

Master Sima reached out to grab the wound on his face. At this time, he was already a little confused.

Zhang Chunhua was unprepared and was pulled unsteadily.

Master Sima lost control and ripped off the cloth bandage, revealing the rotten wound. Because of the struggle, a stream of pus even flowed into his mouth, making his whole person look ferocious and terrifying.

"Come here and help hold it down, are you all dead?"

Zhang Chunhua quickly regained control of Master Sima's hand, and at the same time turned his head and shouted sternly at the servant behind him.

The servants came up quickly and helped hold down Sima Shi's arms.

Master Sima struggled hard for a few times, but his body suddenly stopped moving.

It turned out that he couldn't bear the pain and passed out.

Sima Shi, who was responsible for guarding Luoyang, was seriously ill. Although the Taifu Mansion tried its best to conceal the news, how could it be completely concealed?

Although few people in the outside world know the details of his condition, anyone with a little information can basically tell that his condition is not optimistic.

Because after Sima Division withdrew from Hanoi and returned to Luoyang, he never showed up again.

Many people in Luoyang City were also ready to take action because of this.

"Taichu, Taichu!"

At Xia Houxuan's house, Xia Houwei and Xia Houmao arrived hand in hand. Before they reached the door of the study, the shouts were already heard.

Xia Houxuan, who was sitting on the couch writing, did not raise his head, and was still writing furiously, as if he had not heard the voices of the two people.

The two people who entered the house with a gust of wind stopped in their tracks when they saw Xia Houxuan's appearance.

The two knew that Xia Houxuan, as the leader of metaphysics, emphasized the elegance of the universe, the naturalness of his instruments, and his ability to remain unmoved in the face of death, life, misfortune, and fortune.

Taichu's current appearance means that he is completely immersed in his own world and will not be affected by any external objects or other people at all.

Not to mention the screams of the two people, I'm afraid the thunderbolts could not shake his mind at all.

After waiting for less than half an hour, just when their patience was about to run out, Xia Houxuan finally put down the pen in his hand.

At this time, he seemed to realize that there was someone else in the house.

When he looked up and saw Xia Houwei and Xia Houmao, Xia Houxuan's expression remained unchanged. He stood up, straightened his clothes, bowed his hands and said slowly:

"My two uncles are here, but what's the matter?"

Xia Houwei and Xia Houmao looked happy and stood up and stepped forward in unison.

"Taichu, good thing!"

"happy event!"

Xia Houxuan stretched out his hand to invite the two of them to sit down, and asked at the same time:
Chapter completed!