Liu Xuande would never be a succubus of the Eastern Han Dynasty!

Lü Bu regained his composure. Since Dong Zhuo was the governor, he didn't need to avoid him. He bowed and said bluntly, "My lord, the Xianbei are in chaos and have no fighting capacity."

"If you send more troops, we can wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Bei glanced at him and nodded, saying, "Fengxian, then you can take three thousand people with you and have some fun."

"But be careful not to kill them all, leave some seeds."

"only!"

Lu Bu's eyes lit up, he gladly accepted the order, turned around and left with brisk steps.

Dong Zhuo looked at her back, touched his chin, and said with a smile: "This girl is really fierce."

Yes, this person is a well-known filial son... No, it’s a well-known filial daughter.

Liu Bei turned to look at Dong Zhuo and asked, "Zhongying, what are your plans next?"

Dong Zhuo shrugged and said, "Go home and relax for a while, and wait for the imperial court to recruit you."

Liu Bei narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "...Zhongying, how about you go there for me when you have time?"

Dong Zhuo was stunned: "Where to?"

"Qiang land." Liu Bei said in a calm tone.

Dong Zhuo raised his eyebrows, looked at him deeply, and whispered, "What's your purpose?"

"Case solved."

Liu Bei paused and continued, "A few days ago, I was attacked by the Qiang 'Black Water Assassin'. It was quite strange."

"So, I'd like to ask Zhongying to go over and take a look."

Dong Zhuo's face darkened upon hearing this. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded and said, "Alright. I was on good terms with the Qiang people when I was young. I'll keep an eye on this matter."

She stepped forward and patted Liu Bei on the shoulder: "Well, if you have nothing else to do, my lord, I will take my leave."

After saying this, she turned around and strode away, her battle robe fluttering, leaving behind gusts of wind.

-

Calm returned to the hall, and Liu Bei watched Dong Zhuo leave with a deep look in his eyes.

Jia Xu walked forward slowly, placed his slender hand on his shoulder, and said softly, "My Lord, are you tired?"

As she helped him with the story, she chuckled, "...Your Excellency is going to write about the little emperor's uncle, why don't you write about it together?"

"Wenhe is thoughtful."

Jia Xu's eyes flashed with cunning, and he whispered, "Since your Excellency has such aspirations, I will certainly accompany you."

She used her fingers to gently unbutton his outer robe, her movements as gentle as water.

Liu Bei chuckled, "Then let's start from today. I'll need Wenhe's guidance in the future."

The sunlight outside the window was slanting, smoke was curling in the hall, and the two smiled at each other.

The fragrance of ink and laughter intertwined, adding a bit of warmth to the afternoon in Dingxiang County.

Luoyang: Chapter 1: Zhang Jiao, the Poor Taoist, Wants to Save the World

In the fifth year of Xiping in the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was Wei County in Jizhou.

The sky was gloomy and dark clouds hung low, as if pressing down on the heads of the people.

The mud houses on both sides of the street were dilapidated, the thatched roofs were blown to pieces by the wind, cold air seeped through the cracks in the walls, and the fields were barren.

The once fertile land was completely annexed by the powerful families, leaving only withered and yellow weeds swaying in the wind.

In addition, there were continuous wars on the border, the imperial court imposed huge taxes, and the powerful levied heavy taxes, which directly led to the common people's miserable lives and widespread misery.

Today is a cloudy day, or rather, every day in the Han Dynasty is a cloudy day for the common people.

"Please...give me some alms..."

"Hungry, so hungry..."

On the street corner, a skinny old woman was sitting in the mud, holding a broken bowl, her eyes empty and muttering to herself.

"..."

Not far away, a ragged man was staggering forward, dragging a sack filled with some dry grass.

In a ditch by the roadside lay a shriveled corpse, the skin on its face clinging to its bones, having obviously starved to death for a long time.

From further away, a low cry was heard. A mother was holding her child and wailing heartbreakingly. The child had already died.

In the alley, two thin men were exchanging children, their eyes numb as they whispered, "Give me your daughter, and you'll have my son..."

The tragedy of cannibalism is no longer just a rumor in Wei County, but a despair that can be seen every day.

Jizhou was once a province with a large grain supply and population. During its heyday, it was one of the centers of the Han Dynasty. But now it is such a bleak scene.

However, even so, they are much better off than the common people in other states.

The wind blew, raising dust mixed with a stench and cries. There was a dead silence between heaven and earth, as if even the heavens had abandoned this land.

Just then, the sound of wheels squeaking on the ground came from the end of the street, breaking the silence.

"Faster, faster, faster"

"Get out of the way, all of you!"

A team of officers and soldiers came slowly, escorting a cart loaded with grain. The cart was piled with sacks, and grains of millet could be vaguely seen falling from the gaps.

Millet in the Han Dynasty was mostly corn, with rough grains, which was also a life-saving treasure in the eyes of the Li people.

As soon as the convoy reached the middle of the street, ragged civilians swarmed over and knelt down to beg, "Sir, please be kind and give us something to eat!"

"We have been hungry for several days. Please be kind!" A woman hugged her child and cried.

The leading officer was a burly man with a face full of flesh. He suddenly drew the long sword from his waist and shouted:

"Get out of the way! This food belongs to the Zhao family. Anyone who dares to block the way will die here!"

"..."

The crowd shrank back, but no one retreated. Hunger made them forget their fear, leaving only the instinctive desire to survive.

On the side of the road, a thin little girl huddled in a corner, her lips chapped and her breath weak, looking like she was about to starve to death.

The white-haired old man beside her trembled and stepped forward, knelt at the feet of the officers and soldiers, and begged:

"Sir, please give my granddaughter a bite to eat, just a little bit, to save her life!"

The officer's face darkened, and he shouted angrily, "Old man, I just said something, and you still dare to come forward? Die!"

He was so angry that he felt that the old man was not giving him face, so he raised his sword to chop him down.

Just as the sword was about to fall, a soft voice came from behind the crowd:

“…Heaven is cruel, leaving the world with only hunger and cold, leaving it ignorant of the meaning of kindness…”

The voice was like a spring breeze, carrying with it endless compassion, and instantly made the air stagnant.

"What's going on... My body isn't responding to my commands..."

The officer's sword stopped in mid-air, and the next second, a finger gently pinched the tip of the sword.

The fingers were as slender as green onions, with a fair complexion, as if untouched by dust, and exuding a fairy-like aura.

The crowd looked up and saw a figure slowly approaching, and everyone held their breath.

She was wearing a plain white Taoist robe with a light yellow gauze dress on the outside. Her long hair was like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind, and a wooden hairpin was inserted in her hair.

Her appearance was breathtakingly beautiful, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, and her lips were bright red, as if she was a fairy from heaven who had descended to earth.

The common people looked at her infatuatedly. Although they didn't know her name, they all thought that this person was like the light of savior, and they were in awe of her.

The woman smiled slightly, her eyes soft as she looked at the officers and soldiers and whispered:

"Sir, you are just begging for survival due to hunger and cold, and have no intention of offending us."

"Please don't be angry, and give some food to the villagers to help them in this emergency."

As she finished speaking, the officers and soldiers' eyes gradually lost focus and became as dull as puppets.

The sword in the leading strong man's hand fell to the ground with a clang. He looked at her blankly, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

The woman paused, then said softly, "The world has been turbulent recently, and I suspect someone is rising up to cause trouble."

"Please drive and deliver the food. I would like to thank you."

This was a nonsensical statement, but the officers and soldiers responded in unison: "Yes, sir!"

Then, they moved quickly, turned around, took the sacks from the cart, took out the wooden bowls, and started to fill them with rice.

The corn grains are rough, with a faint aroma of grain. They fall into the bowl with a rustling sound, splashing up fine dust.

The common people were stunned, rubbing their eyes in disbelief. The officers and soldiers who had been so ferocious just now actually obeyed them?

"...Could it be that he is truly a true immortal?"

"Could it be the immortal from the south?"

"Everyone is joking..."

The fairy-like woman smiled slightly, turned to face the crowd, and said in a clear voice: "I am not an immortal. I am Zhang Jiao. I see injustice on the road and only want to lend a hand."

"Please observe order and let the children and the elderly come forward to receive food first. Then line up and everyone will have a share."

"go--"

As she finished speaking, she took out a stack of yellow paper talismans from her sleeve, raised her slender hand, and the talismans floated into the bowl.

"Om-"

When the talisman paper was put into the bowl, it emitted a faint golden light and the corn actually gave off a fragrance.

Zhang Jue explained softly, "You all haven't eaten for a long time. Eating some rice might harm your health."

"I have used some tricks to make the talisman rice. I hope you can understand."

What she didn't say was that this rice could be diluted to make it easier for more people to eat.

The common people held the bowls, smelled the fragrance, tears welled up in their eyes, and knelt on the ground:

"Immortal, please save me! I will never forget your great kindness!"

The white-haired old man trembled as he carried the bowl to feed the little girl. The little girl drank the magic rice and her face gradually turned red.

"Grandpa, I'm not hungry anymore..." she said softly. The old man burst into tears and kowtowed repeatedly.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Immortal, we are willing to follow you forever!"

"Yes! We will follow you!" The shouts came one after another, and gratitude and hope ignited in their eyes.

Zhang Jue smiled and nodded when he heard this: "Since you are willing, I will do my best."

She waved her sleeves, and yellow scarves flew out all over the sky and landed in the hands of every commoner.

"This is Huang Tian's proof. Please wear the yellow belt on your head, as if you have divine help."

"As ordered..."

After Zhang Jue finished giving his orders, he turned and looked at the sky. Dark clouds were hanging low, and a hint of ominous gloom could be seen.

Her delicate brows knitted slightly, but she thought to herself, "The Way of Heaven has become even darker..."

"With such celestial phenomena, there will surely be more chaos soon... Well, it seems that I must go to Bingzhou to find Lu Zigan's beloved disciple next."

Then she withdrew her gaze and looked down at Li Shu, her eyes full of kindness.

"Everyone, please enjoy your meal and don't worry about the aftermath, because the Zhao family volunteered... Well, I have something important to attend to, so we'll see you another day."

Zhang Jue waved his sleeves lightly, turned around and left, his steps as light as the wind, and his figure gradually disappeared at the corner of the street.

The common people held the talisman water and rice in their hands, tears streaming down their faces, and said in unison: "Thank you, Fairy, for your gift!"

The wind blew, lifting the corners of her clothes and leaving a faint fragrance, as if it were the remains of a real immortal.

The streets returned to calm, and the officers and soldiers stood there in a daze, as if they had not yet recovered.

All the corn on the cart had been distributed, leaving only empty sacks swaying in the wind.

The little girl leaned in her grandfather's arms, her face flushed. The old man murmured softly: "She's alive..."