Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

It was dinner time when I came out of Jia Xu's place. There were few pedestrians on the street. The long alley paved with bluestone was quiet and distant. Occasionally, faint smoke could be seen from the houses on both sides, indicating that this family could still have food to eat.

Lu Bu and Zhang Mo walked side by side on the streets of Luoyang, and finally admired this ancient capital. Judging from Dong Zhuo's current situation, perhaps when they come back next time, all they will see is a ruin. The glory and prosperity of the thousand-year-old capital will be lost in the time of memory, and then as time goes by, everything about this place will be gradually forgotten in the long river of history, leaving only a few short words of record in history books.

Listening to the clacking of feet on bluestone, Zhang Mo felt a bit dazed. The white eyes floating in the houses seemed to transform into a raging sea of ​​fire before her eyes. The occasional cry of a child turned into the miserable wails of the people of Luoyang. The debris piled on both sides of the long alley turned into a pile of bones in the wilderness...

She seemed to be back outside Sishui Pass again, with the refugees starving to the point of skin and bones, the soldiers on horseback killing people, her mother being trampled to death, her father having his head cut off, and the mass graves filled with blood and stench...

Troubled times! Behind these two words are piles of starving people, corpses wrapped in horsehide, and countless bones!

Ordinary people living at the bottom of society are just props for those in power to play the power game. Behind a word from those in power and a plan from a counselor are countless broken families and separated wives and children!

She suddenly stopped and turned to look at Lü Bu beside her. Could this man really change history? Could he end the troubled times? As a general, he was undoubtedly exceptional, but as a monarch, he was far from qualified.

"What's wrong?" Lu Bu asked curiously.

Zhang Mo suddenly came back to her senses and shook her head, "Nothing, I just want to go to Sishui Pass with you!"

"With Jia Wenhe here, you don't have to..." Lu Bu said, and suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly held her hand and changed the subject, "You should just follow me!"

She nodded and took his arm.

Snow began to fall from the sky. At first, snow flakes the size of rice grains mixed with even smaller icicles fell. After a while, the snow became heavier and heavier. The white down like goose feathers danced wildly in the cold wind, and it was a little stinging when it hit my face.

Zhang Mo reached out to catch a piece of ice crystal and suddenly asked, "Lü Bu, if you were in Dong Zhuo's position in the future, would you become arrogant? Would you be complacent? Would you be blinded by all kinds of luxury? Would you forget your current ambitions?"

"Why do you ask this?" Lu Bu asked with some confusion.

"If I hadn't been there when King Xiu Tu offered you a bribe, would you have accepted it?" Zhang Mo turned her head and looked at him very seriously.

Seeing her serious face, Lu Bu raised his hand to press down her hat that was blown open by the wind, "I know what you are worried about..."

He said sternly, "I've already been through death once. If my heart is still so unstable, why not retire like you and become a farmer or hunter? How can I even dream of becoming a hegemon?"

As he spoke, he suddenly chuckled softly, "Just look at how I've been able to remain pure and innocent for you for so many years. You should know how steadfast my heart is!"

He brushed away the snowflakes that had fallen on her shoulders and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. It's getting late. I'll take you home!"

Zhang Mo smiled slightly. She never thought that he had kept the promise she had treated as a joke for more than five years. In this era where having three wives and four concubines was legal, the fact that he could do this, whether it was due to the influence of the system or true love, was enough to show that he was a man of extremely firm mind.

Lu Bu wrapped her in his cloak. Amidst the falling snow, the two of them snuggled together as they slowly walked towards the exit of the alley and gradually disappeared into the distance...

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In the palace, Wang Yun was reading in the study with an oil lamp on. When he heard that Zhang Mo actually wanted to go to Sishui Pass, he was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Are you going to help Lu Bu?" Although it was a question, his tone was very firm.

Zhang Mo nodded. "Father, don't you see the situation clearly? Few of those self-proclaimed loyal and righteous Guandong heroes actually want to save the Han Dynasty. It's impossible to save them."

In fact, from Yuan Wei's series of actions, Wang Yun had already realized that this time Yuan Shao and others rose up in rebellion, and the Han Dynasty was about to fall apart. Wang Yun was just unwilling to accept this and wanted to make a last-ditch effort.

He put down the book in his hand and sighed deeply, "Even so, your father does not want you to help Dong Zhuo."

"It's not about helping him, it's about helping ourselves."

"What do you mean? What's the difference between you helping Lü Bu and you helping Dong Zhuo?"

Zhang Mo said, "Lü Bu is Lü Bu, and Dong Zhuo is Dong Zhuo. After this battle, all the major families will begin to choose sides. My Taiyuan Wang family should also plan for the future. Lü Bu was born in Bingzhou and has been appointed Bingzhou Governor. After Dong Zhuo's death, he will return to Bingzhou. We can only choose his side. You should also understand Lü Bu as a father. He is different from Dong Zhuo."

Wang Yun sighed, "As a father, I know he is not a wicked man. If that is the case, why not stay in Luoyang and support the Han Dynasty?"

"If he stayed in Luoyang, he would only become another Dong Zhuo. Father is willing to side with him because of my daughter. Which other ministers in the court would be willing to side with this remnant of Dong Zhuo? If it weren't for my daughter, father would actually look down on Lü Bu, a warrior by birth, right?"

Wang Yun was embarrassed and speechless for a moment.

"Father, just listen to me. Dong Zhuo was given Five Stones Powder by Grand Tutor Yuan. Lü Bu says the dosage is too strong and Dong Zhuo won't have much time left. All you have to do is wait and see his death, just like before. By then, Lü Bu will have taken the Bingzhou and Liangzhou armies and left. It won't matter who controls the imperial capital. He will only be at the border to drive out the Hu people and protect Han territory."

"Drive out the Hu people and protect the Han land!" Wang Yun muttered these words softly and fell silent again.

After a long time, he looked at Zhang Mo and sighed, "My son and he are the same kind of people!"

Zhang Mo was confused, but Wang Yun continued, "Father, I know that my son secretly set up camp in the Taihang Mountains. It wasn't the troops in the earthen building who massacred the thousands of Xianbei pursuers, but your Taihang Mountain bandits. My son is the reincarnation of a military saint. With you helping him, Lü Bu really got the upper hand."

Zhang Mo was stunned. "Father knows everything?"

Wang Yunai caressed the top of her head lovingly, "Father knew about it after the Battle of Pingcheng that year."

"Then you're not angry?"

Wang Yun said, "Why should you be angry? Whether these people live outside Taihang or Jinyang, they are all your people. Your band of bandits are helping Bingzhou to drive out the Hu people and resist the bandits. As a father, I am only pleased."

"Do whatever you want to do. Your father trusts my vision and judgment. I only hope that you can remember what Lu Zigan said when you worshipped him as your master in prison - to support the country and save the world!"

Supporting the country and saving the world? Zhang Mo suddenly remembered that she seemed to have said this at that time, but she said it only to please Lu Zhi so that she could become his disciple smoothly. She didn't have such a great idea at all. But she didn't expect her father to remember it.

Thinking of the vicissitudes of life she had witnessed over the years, Zhang Mo stood up, bowed solemnly to Wang Yun, and promised, "Daddy, your daughter will never forget! Support the country and save the world!"

"Okay, with my son's words, I feel relieved!"

Zhang Mo leaned on Wang Yun's shoulder, tears welling in her eyes. The world only saw Wang Yun's arrogance after taking power, and just because of a few wrong decisions, they easily erased his lifelong loyalty of "living as a Han minister, dying as a Han ghost."

Was he wrong to hold Li Jue and his men accountable? Didn't Li Jue and his men deserve death? Why had no one ever criticized Jia Xu, who had suggested the counterattack on Chang'an, but instead targeted Wang Yun? If it weren't for Jia Xu, the rebels would have disbanded long ago.

Although he was wrong to put Cai Yong in prison, it was also because he hated Dong Zhuo's atrocities and was also pretending to be nice to Dong Zhuo. Cai Yong was a clean official because he died unjustly, but he was still labeled a villain because his entire family was wiped out for protecting the emperor and his ministers.

When Dong Zhuo moved the capital to Chang'an, everyone was only concerned about their own property, but Wang Yun used hundreds of boxes to transport all the books and archives from the Lanting and Shishi libraries to Chang'an.

After the fall of Chang'an City, he could have escaped with Lu Bu, but he sacrificed his life for the emperor and his entire family was slaughtered.

After Wang Yun's death, "the emperor was deeply saddened and the people were disheartened." After the capital was moved to Xuchang, even Emperor Xian often missed Wang Yun's loyalty and integrity.

Yet, such a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty was actually blackened into a shameless villain by some people, just because of that Diao Chan who did not exist in history and that honey trap that did not exist. How pathetic! Ridiculous!

Wang Yun didn't know what Zhang Mo was feeling at the moment. He raised his sleeve and gently pressed the corners of her moist eyes, thinking to himself, "Since that guy is my son's choice, as a father, I will help him! I just hope he won't let you down in the future..."

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The heroes from Guandong rose up in arms, and the people in Luoyang began to waver. The ministers in the court were intimidated by Dong Zhuo's tyranny and dared not say a word, but they sent their subordinates to sneak out of Luoyang to contact various princes; the officials in the counties and even the townships under the jurisdiction of Henan Yin all pretended to obey, and did not provide food or work; many noble families and common people took the opportunity to flee. Luoyang, from top to bottom, was against Dong Zhuo.

This made Dong Zhuo even more anxious, and he became more irritable, and when he was irritable he wanted to kill people. So in the past few days, many officials in the court were purged by Dong Zhuo, and Luoyang truly fell into Dong Zhuo's dark and violent rule.

Dong Zhuo's current state made Lu Bu a little afraid of him, but what he feared was not what Dong Zhuo would do to him, but what Dong Zhuo might do next. As soon as Lu Bu led his troops out, Dong Zhuo couldn't wait to let Li Su dig up the emperor's tomb. This time they were not stealing the tombs of some ministers secretly, but digging the tombs of emperors of all dynasties openly.

Dong Zhuo's actions were a bit desperate. He had realized that even if he defeated the Guandong coalition forces this time and even if he retreated to Chang'an, there would still be people who would rise up against him in the future. He obviously did not have the energy to deal with the endless rebellions. He also felt that his life was not long, so why not enjoy himself while he was still alive?

Lu Bu was unable to stop Dong Zhuo's atrocities and could only lead his troops away from Luoyang as soon as possible, thinking out of sight, out of mind.