A Weird Theater That Started In London

In February of the fifth year of Zhongping, the remnants of the Yellow Turban were resurrected. Qushuai Guo Tai gathered more than 100,000 people in Xihe County to attack Taiyuan, Hedong and other counties south.

As a well-prepared traveler, Lu Li not only reads "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" well, but also has an understanding of the official history of this period.

Right now, Binzhou is definitely not a place to stay for a long time. Maybe in a few days, Pingtao County will become a den of thieves, staying with the Yellow Turban army and rebelling against the flag, with almost no future.

As for the frontal rigidity, with one enemy ten thousand.

Lu Li had this courage, but did not have this strength, let alone those generals in the Yellow Turban Army who understood the spirit of war, just ordinary soldiers would be able to kill him.

Therefore, you have to pack up your things quickly while the situation is still in chaos, and head to the political center of the Han Dynasty, the place of turmoil-Luoyang.

In other words.

It is certainly not a wise choice to stay behind closed doors.

Visiting famous teachers, increasing your knowledge, and working hard to reach out to the princes, this is the road to prosperity!

At this point, Lu Li couldn't help speeding up his pace.

call--

The cold wind rushed in with snow grains.

Walking out of the study, there is a small courtyard with mullioned windows and corridors. If it is placed in summer, it would be quite stylish. However, it is winter now, and the cold wind is blowing by, and the hem of the clothes is blowing up and down.

"Parents are here, not far away."

"If you want to go to Luoyang, you have to find a suitable reason, um... study tour and visitor, this is a good reason."

After whispering a few words to himself, Lu Li stopped thinking about it and continued to walk outside the courtyard.

You know, in this world, he is not alone. Therefore, he must first consult his father, whom he has never met before, and get permission before leaving.

It is not impossible to leave without saying goodbye and run alone, but as long as you do so, you will directly die socially.

After all, the Han dynasty ruled the country with filial piety. After hundreds of years, the concept of filial piety has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

When the time comes to cast the Yellow Turban thief, they will not accept it, and will cut him off the flag!

Fortunately, the father who served as the thief Cao was not a pedantic person. He did not expect his only son to go out to study, to be motivated, to regain the glory of his ancestors early, and to become a six hundred stone official in the county town.

However, when I entered the exam scene in the past, it was an orphan start, and now I have a cheap guy coming out, which really makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Da Lang, quickly put on the fox fur. If the cold comes out, the villain will die."

The voice was hurried and panicked, coming from outside the hospital.

The old man I had seen before rushed into the study quickly, not much slower than the young and strong man, only three or four breaths before and after, he fetched a white fur.

"The dripping water turned ice this day, why Lang Jun came out wearing a single shirt."

The old servant's tone was concerned, but he didn't dare to blame. As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe and tied him a fox fur.

Upon seeing this, Lu Li didn't refuse. The times are like this. In this case, if you do it yourself, you will not be praised, but will be ridiculed.

Not long after, the two of them walked out of the courtyard and came to the main hall.

"I have seen Lang Jun."

"I have seen Lang Jun."

There were two guards standing outside the hall. They were still burly in shape. They didn't need to salute because they were wearing leather armor and holding big swords.

Upon seeing this, Lu Li nodded, his gaze moved away from the legs of the two of them, and then looked around, calmly said, "Where is I?"

"Thief Cao went to patrol outside the city."

The respondent is the thin-bearded young man on the left, and his attitude is neither overbearing nor overbearing.

"When will you return?"

"I don't know."

Lu Li's brows were frowned, and it should not be too late. He must leave Pingtao before tomorrow to avoid being forced to be involved in the next Yellow Turban rebellion.

Think slightly.

"You lead the way, I have something to discuss with Aon."

"promise!"

From beginning to end, the old servant standing on the side dared not speak to stop him, but watched the two black-maned horses disappear into the wind and snow.

Pingtao was not a big county. Although it was located in Binzhou, it was far away from the frontier and its armaments were loose. In addition, the soldiers who defended the city knew Lu Li and directly gave way.

As the time goes.

Lu Li finally knew that the guard's hoop leg was not a congenital problem, but that there was no saddle in this era, and the stirrup had only one side. It was only used to assist the horse. If this goes on, the leg will definitely be deformed.

so……

This young man who is responsible for leading the way is indeed a capable person. How about taking him on the road?

After all, having an entourage can save a lot of things.

The more Lu Li thought about it, the more he felt feasible. He couldn't help but glanced at the figure riding a horse and galloping forward to the left, thinking about how to speak.

at the same time.

The **** smell was particularly pungent on the mountainside a dozen miles away.

In fact, this is supposed to be Pavilion City——

Pavilion person, stop too.

Outside the county, a pavilion is set up in ten miles. It is not only a place to provide accommodation for the people traveling far away, but also the most basic security unit.

The pavilion chief, pavilion father, Qiu Pi, and several pavilions are responsible for maintaining order in a radius of ten miles and ensuring that the people live and work in peace and contentment.

City, bazaar.

On certain days, the people gathered spontaneously and exchanged the corn laid in autumn for meat and geese.

Therefore, Ting City is regarded as a major event in the country, and many people who have committed crimes will also take the opportunity to join in the fun and do some petty thefts.

Lu Xu, as the thief Cao of the county, was responsible for catching the thief. He has always done his best. After hearing the news, in spite of the cold weather, he deliberately led more than a dozen guards to help.

In the beginning, nothing happened.

The common people took ducks and drove geese, exchanged salt, shallots, garlic, and cloth with others. Some vendors even planted wine flags and sold some bad wine. Even Lu Xu could not hold back. He saw someone selling bronze mirrors, and they were polished. It is very detailed, with an inscription on the back:

Often rich and rich, happy is young.

I wrote the official script. Although it was not written by a famous artist, it was better than neat. I wanted to buy it for the only son of the family, Lu Li, but the result was abrupt change——

After paying five hundred dollars, Lu Xu got the mirror as he wished~www.readwn.com~ but caught a glimpse of a yellow cloth tied around the waist of the stall owner and the hawker, and instantly thought of the Yellow Turban chaos that had caused chaos in the past few years.

"kill!"

Swords collide.

The shouts of killing and crying broke Lu Xu's memories. At this moment, he was bathed in blood, holding a wide-opened ring-headed sword, his eyes were splitting, as if he were a killer from hell.

This pavilion city is the gathering place of the Yellow Turban rebellion. From the pavilion head to the pavilion, there are full of congregations. They intend to preach the doctrine here and engulf the people.

"Guguan, pay for my brother!"

With a sharp roar, a strong man rushed forward, ignoring the bleeding wound on his chest, because there were two headless corpses lying beside him, and the yellow scarf tied around his waist had been stained with blood.

clang!

Sparks were flying everywhere, the Yellow Turban thief took two steps back, but Lu Xu was still brave, clenching the **** ring-headed knife, waving his sour arms, and knocking down.

Crystal drops of sweat swayed out, and then the smell of blood poured into the nasal cavity.