My son, how could you be Lü Bu?!

Chapter 121 Lü Bu's Journey to the Capital (End of this volume)

As for Lü Ping's side...

Upon hearing that it was Tian Yan who wanted to cross the river...

For some reason, the prominent families in this city all kept their doors closed and refused to see Lü Ping.

Because General Tian Yan had just defeated the Xianbei and killed Tan Shihuai, and was riding high, the powerful clans offered up all their ships, large and small, without Lü Ping needing to persuade them.

Furthermore, these powerful figures even offered Lü Ping a considerable amount of wealth, hoping that he would speak well of them to Tian Yan.

As for Xia Yu, who was also a rank of two thousand shi and had returned with the caravan, they ignored him completely.

This is also true.

Only then did Han Hao realize Lü Ping's true identity. He wasn't from any powerful or wealthy family; he was just an ordinary soldier who had single-handedly killed Tan Shihuai.

With boats and horses ready, the majority of the caravan was about to follow.

As the powerful figures saw Lü Ping and his entourage off out of the city and headed towards Mengjin Ferry.

Watching Lu Ping and his group about to leave, Han Hao hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"Zizhi, wait a moment."

Lu Ping turned his head in confusion.

Ignoring the surprised looks from others, Han Hao quickly pulled Lü Ping to the side.

"Hao had previously thought that Zizhi came from a noble family, so he didn't say much."

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"But... since Zizhi is just an ordinary border soldier, yet he has made great contributions."

"Then we must be extra careful this time when Zizhi enters the capital."

Lu Ping looked puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

Han Hao leaned down and whispered in Lü Ping's ear.

There are three main points.

"Firstly, after Zizhi enters the capital, he will certainly have to meet the emperor. When you meet the emperor, no matter who advises you, you must not talk about anything related to the Party Prohibitions in front of the emperor."

"Secondly, Luoyang is different from other places. The struggle between scholars and eunuchs is fierce and they are like fire and water. Since your eldest son is a disciple of Cai Bojie, he naturally belongs to the ranks of scholars."

"When Zizhi is in Luoyang, do not get too close to those eunuchs. In fact, if you encounter eunuchs, do not pay them any attention. Otherwise, not only you, but also your eldest son will be implicated."

talking.

Seeing that Lü Ping and Lü Zizhi were nodding repeatedly, it seemed that they had really taken his words to heart.

Han Hao hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said again.

"As for the third point."

"It concerns your commander, Tian Yan."

"Zizhi doesn't know many people in Luoyang, so he probably doesn't know that Tian Yan got his position as a general by attaching himself to Wang Fu, one of the Ten Attendants."

"It is fine for you all to travel together this time, but once you enter the capital, Zizhi must draw a line between himself and Tian Yan and not associate with him again."

"Otherwise, given your status, you would be easily mistaken for a former general of Tian Yan and placed under Wang Fu's command."

To be honest, for Han Hao, who only comes from a minor aristocratic family, to be able to say these three points is extremely dangerous.

If he were to encounter someone who didn't know what was good for him, they might even scold him and tell Tian Yan what he had said, making it impossible for him to remain a minor official.

If it weren't for the fact that he had spent the last few days with Lü Ping and Lü Zizhi, he would have found them quite to his liking.

He absolutely refused to offer any advice.

at this time.

Hearing Han Hao's advice, Lü Ping, who had long heard about the partisan struggle in Luoyang, was filled with gratitude and whispered his thanks.

Then, leading Lü Bu and his entourage who had just returned, they hurriedly departed towards Mengjin Ferry.

Watching the dozen or so Bingzhou cavalrymen depart, gradually disappearing from sight, everyone watched.

The powerful figures who had come out of the city to see them off, along with Han Hao, the only one from a prominent family, finally returned to the city.

Mengjin Ferry Crossing.

Lu Ping and the others had already joined up with the majority of the convoy.

Large numbers of travelers heading to Luoyang are still waiting for the ferries to return.

Lu Ping and his entourage boarded the ships provided by the powerful families well in advance.

The vast Yellow River carries countless boats.

at this time.

Standing on the deck, the ship rocked violently with the current.

Beside Lü Ping.

Of the group of wandering knights from Wuyuan, a small portion had grim expressions and couldn't help but lean on the gunwale.

After all, northerners are not good at water, and this was their first time traveling by boat. In addition, the Yellow River is fast-flowing, so they were indeed prone to seasickness.

Lu Ping's expression was relatively normal, after all, he had traveled by boat many times in his previous life and did not suffer from seasickness.

He looked at his eldest son, who was being raised by his father, and asked curiously.

"When we borrowed the boat to leave, Tang Zhou came looking for me. What did he want?"

Yes.

When Lü Ping was borrowing boats from the powerful local magnates in Wen County, Tang Zhou, whom he had met in a village outside the city, came to find him.

However, Lu Ping was busy dealing with those powerful figures (collecting money) at the time, so he didn't have time to pay attention to Tang Zhou. He just sent his eldest son with him.

At this moment, seeing that they were about to arrive in Luoyang, Lü Ping suddenly remembered this matter and couldn't help but ask a question.

"He simply treated me to a drink and told me about their Taiping Dao (Way of Great Peace) beliefs and their base in Luoyang."

Lu Bu was lost in memories.

"He said that once we go to Luoyang, if there's anything we need, we can contact one of his older brothers there."

"I told you!" Lü Bu nodded.

"I think his name is something like Ma Yuanyi?"

Ma Yuanyi?

Isn't this the disciple of Zhang Jiao who was betrayed by the Tang and Zhou dynasties in history?

Why did Tang Zhou want me to contact Ma Yuanyi after I went to Luoyang?

Could it be that they have their eyes on these dozens of Bingzhou cavalrymen beside me, and are thinking of recruiting me to rebel together?

Are you kidding me?!

Or is he trying to get me to discover the Taiping Sect's plot to rebel, so he wants me to report it on their behalf?!

What exactly is Tang Zhou thinking?

Lu Ping's eyes flickered, but he didn't reply.

A thousand years ago, the Yellow River was still clear, and countless boats were heading towards Luoyang.

As the other side drew closer, Lü Ping suddenly raised his head and focused his gaze ahead.

The city of Luoyang, home to countless talents and historical figures, lies just ahead.

Lü Ping stood in front, his hand on his sword.

Behind him.

Han Dang, Wei Yue, Cao Xing, Lü Bu, and a hundred others. The wandering knights of Wuyuan, leading white horses, followed with swords in hand.

Even Shen Rong, who had finally been released from the sack, was given a lesson and then became completely submissive.

They stood there obediently, just like everyone else.

boom!

The ship slowly approached the shore.

Lü Ping, leading his white horse, was the first to disembark from the boat, followed by Lü Bu and his entourage.

Just as they were waiting for their servants to unload all the valuables and then head towards Luoyang City.

In front.

Suddenly, a short, ordinary-looking young man with squinty eyes looked at Lü Ping and the hundred or so riders behind him, all of whom were leading white horses, and his eyes lit up.

The young man was dressed in casual clothes and was not very old, even younger than Lü Ping. He wore a bronze seal and yellow ribbon at his waist, symbolizing his status as a 600-stone official.

I noticed the person's gaze.

Lu Ping merely raised his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and seeing that he was of average appearance and only wore a seal worth six hundred shi (a unit of grain) at his waist, he didn't take it seriously.

After the caravan was ready, he led a group of people toward Luoyang.

The massive convoy set off again.

The bustling city of Luoyang lay ahead, appearing and disappearing in the distance.