On the first day of the first lunar month of the second year of Zhongping, auspicious snow fell on the imperial capital Luoyang.

With a "drive", a dark horse roared in the wind, pulling the convoy of the foreign minister of the Nangong, like a dragon.

Behind it, the Tiger Army's ceremonial guards were walking on the snow and sailing on the wind, and the flags covered the sun. The golden cart that supported the emperor came out from the Zhuque Gate and followed the Fenghua Road.

In the wind and snow, every Hu Ben Army soldier was dressed up and marching with a serious expression.

These people are young, but they are the best talents in the Han Empire. Each of them is a carefully selected legitimate son of a large clan. They are eight feet tall, with two horns on their heads on the golden crown and two horns waving in the wind, and their bright armor exudes dazzling glory.

After ten miles of the front team, a majestic general with golden helmet and armor rode a red-maned horse out of the Nangong Zhuque Gate. The man's face was as white jade, his lips were as polished as grease, and a short beard made up his cool and heroic posture. Although he looked like a noble young man, he kept scanning the houses on both sides of Fenghua Road with a Jaguar attitude.

"Look, then Yuan Benchu!"

The Sili School Captain had already ordered the streets to be cleared, but there were still some girls braved the cold and frost, guarding the roadside since the beginning of the Chen Shishi just to see the prosperous beauty of the General Hu Ben.

The rich ladies rented high-rise buildings on both sides, sat in the windows and looked out, their faces gradually turned red with the shadows dissipating from the general's face.

This is Yuan Shao, Yuan Benchu, the son of Yuan, who is ranked first among the "Four Young Masters of the Imperial Capital" and the third Duke of the Four Generations.

However, Yuan Benchu ​​is not the protagonist today.

"Oh my God, it's the emperor's golden car!"

Behind Yuan Benchu, six white horses like jade carvings slowly walked out, and their manes emitted bursts of bright light under the sunlight.

The horse's hooves of six white horses are like the sharp claws of the Xiaolong. They step on the earth of the Luoyang imperial capital with a shocking force, leading a gilded chariot to appear under the sun. It was the emperor's car of the Han Dynasty - the Jingen Car.

"Driving six dragons to control the world! The scenery that can only be seen in the imperial capital!"

On the arrow towers on both sides of the Vermillion Bird Gate, a long bearded man couldn't help but exclaim.

The golden chariot carries dragons and paints phoenixes, embroidered elephants and slumped tigers, nine long and five zhang wide, and ninety-five people at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was simply an aircraft carrier on dry land.

Behind the Jingen car, the five drivers followed closely, and the coachman was all the imperial guards called "Five Claws", and they were all peerless masters selected by the Tiger and Ben Army.

Afterwards, Empress He, the two princes and important officials followed closely together.

"Your Majesty, the hour has arrived, it's time to get the medicine."

At some point, a Taoist boy actually jumped to the driving platform of the Jingen car and bowed into the car and said.

Yuan Shao was not surprised when he saw the Taoist boy flying there, and a hint of disdain and contempt appeared in his eyes.

A moment later, the brocade curtain was lifted by a yellow and dry hand, and a sharp voice flowed out from it:

"Your Majesty said, come on."

Four guards ran and appeared on the side of the Jingen car, carrying a rolled thick felt blanket of one person on their shoulders.

The Taoist boy seemed to have natural divine power. He grabbed the felt with only one left hand, then gently lifted it up, and sent it into the golden cart.

At this time, the front guard had already driven out of Pingcheng Gate south of Luoyang. In a short time, the emperor's golden car would also completely drive out of Luoyang City.

"What are Yuan Zhong waiting for!" Yuan Shu, who was observing everything in the wine shop, smashed the glass wine bowl.

According to his original plan, Yuan Zhong should have completed his mission and disappeared into the chaotic crowd.

At this moment, Yuan Zhong was standing on the corner tower wearing a tiger-bearing bright light armor, staring at the most important light spot in the convoy.

"It's been thirty years, this arrow will be here in this life..." Yuan Zhong thought, his hands trembled unconsciously, and the big rock in his heart made him breathless.

Faced with the pressure, memories instantly surged into his heart. Luoyang City has been drifting for nearly ten years and is already in his thirties, he is still a servant of the Yuan Mansion.

He originally wanted to be a warrior galloping on the battlefield, but he was recruited by the powerful as a slave. As a helpless and poor family, this was an opportunity to make a fortune in the eyes of many people, but it was a death to Yuan Zhong's dream.

When he wrote a letter to tell his old mother in Nanyang that she had to surrender to reality, give up her dreams, and even change her surname to Yuan with her master, the kind mother who sold her ancestral home for him to "Shang Luo" only said eight words:

But do good things and don’t ask about the future.

At present, I was arranged by the powerful son to do this kind of thing. Once I made a mistake like a hair, my life would be ruined and my mother's life would be wasted.

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhong's thoughts became disordered, his breath became rapid, and his face turned red.

He patted his frozen chalked cheeks with both hands, pulling his energy back to the "big event" in front of him.

After confirming that no one noticed it, Yuan Zhong pulled out the three dull arrows with yellow silk tied behind him, and carefully touched the carving pattern of "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand" on the arrow. He took a deep breath and inserted the three arrows into the gap between his fingers and placed them on the hunting bow on his right hand.

This is his ancestral arrow move - Sanwuluo, taken from the allusion of Houyi shooting ninewu with one arrow.

This was a unique skill he wanted to use to glorify his ancestors, but he didn't expect to use it to do the dirtiest thing.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light shot into Yuan Zhong's eyes.

He instinctively dodged for a moment, and when he looked closely, it was his young master who was illuminating himself with a bronze mirror, urging him to act quickly.

My mother, bless the child!

Yuan Zhong's eyes were like torch, staring at the target, his energy sinks into his dantian, and his pine strings shoot arrows.

"Swoosh!" The three arrows ran towards the three noble carriages like three dragons.

Yuan Zhong immediately squatted into the shadow, took out a yellow square scarf from his arms, threw it on the ground with the bow and arrow.

He knew without looking at it that all three arrows were hit. The next step was to take advantage of the chaos and hide in the Hu Ben Army's team.

Yuan Shu in the winery also clenched his fists and stared at the movements quietly, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.

However, what happened later was beyond the expectations of the master and servant.

I saw these three arrows disturbing Luoyang City like signals.

After the three arrows, a group of assassins in white coats came out from somewhere, all holding short bows and arrows, and shot at the carriages of the emperor, queen, prince and important officials.

"Protect the car!" Yuan Shao drew out his long sword, and while calling on the generals to protect the emperor, he commanded everyone to kill the enemy hidden in the dark.

However, the white-clothed assassins adhered to the style of "steady, accurate and ruthless" and did not want to waste an arrow on the Hu Ben Army, and all shot at the emperor's carriage.

Yuan Shao pulled his horse back, but the scene in front of him made him, the knowledgeable aristocratic son, stunned.

I saw that the Taoist boy jumped to the roof of the golden car, chanted a spell cross-legged, and put a Taoist talisman and a palm on the canopy. The Taoist boy was wrapped in a purple light and golden light, allowing the arrow to attack like raindrops, but not even a thin slit was left.

The screams of screams, the sound of killing, and the sound of horse hooves mixed together, playing the end-of-day elegy of the Han Dynasty.

After about one stick of incense, Yuan Shao's deputy Chunyu Qiong reported with a bloody face that all the assassins had been killed.

"Why didn't there be a single living mouth?" Yuan Shao frowned.

"They... committed suicide." Chunyu Qiong's face looked a little embarrassed. You should know whether such a case occurred under the imperial city and whether there was a survivor left behind was likely to cause an uproar among the government and the people.

Yuan Shao didn't care much and rushed to the emperor's golden car, kneeling and reporting the results of the battle.

"Okay, General Yuan, I see that Taoist Master Wujiao is here, your Hu Ben Army is useless..."

In the golden car, the withered and yellow old man who had just opened the car curtain laughed at Yuan Shao, and a traitorous smile appeared on his smooth face.

Yuan Shao pursed his lips and clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to say a word.

I saw the child's bicycle falling down, and he used a move to step on the snow without scar to fall on the ground. He bowed his hand to the white-browed old man on the car and said:

"Mr. Zhang, this thief is far inferior to Zhang Liang's plan to assassinate Qin back then. However, according to the archeng, this assassination is both weak and solid, so someone else has to be sent to investigate it in detail."

The old man with white eyebrows was Zhang Rang, the confidant eunuch who was called "father" by the emperor of the dynasty.

When Yuan Shao heard the words "send someone to check in detail", he even worsened his worries.

Perhaps these words are enough to sentence him to death.

Suddenly, a moan came from the car, and the old man quickly turned his head and looked into the car, whispering: "Oh, Master, please wait..."

Then, as an eunuch, Zhang Rang actually said to the Taoist boy with a lewd smile:
Chapter completed!