Chapter 1: At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, a beauty kneeled before him to seek the throne
"Kill! This old bastard Wang Yun won't let us live. We will wipe out his entire family and avenge the Grand Tutor!"

"What the Captain said is absolutely right!"

"After breaking into the house, no one will be left alive!"

"Kill!"

"Wait a minute, Jing has been wandering for half his life, and he only regrets that he has never met a wise master. If you don't mind, Jing is willing to be your foster father. From now on, I will be a member of the Xiliang Army in this life and a ghost of the Xiliang Army in death! If you break this oath, you will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death!"

"Hiss, I've never seen such a shameless person! He even claimed that the thief was his father and he said it so righteously. He will become a great man in the future. We can't let him stay!"

"Wait! There must be some misunderstanding here! Let me explain...ah!"

Wang Jing suddenly woke up from his dream, breathing heavily, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. With a bit of fear and relief, he murmured, "Fortunately it was just a dream."

Yanzhou, Chenliu.

The sun was shining brightly in July, but inside the high walled courtyard, Wang Jing's heart was cold.

Traveling back to ancient times and being born into a prominent family should have been a great thing.

But at this point in time in the fifth year of Zhongping, being Wang Yun’s son is another matter.

In the deep courtyard, frogs croaked in the afternoon pond. Wang Jing, who was well-versed in history, leaned against the carved railings and painted buildings, sighed at the sky, and looked into a trance. He calculated that he had less than four years left to live.

How can we preserve our lives and survive in this world?
Looking back at his past life, Wang Jing felt somewhat helpless. He was just a poor programmer who had worked hard for more than ten years, but in the end, except for an increase in his hairline, nothing else increased.

If I have to describe it in eight words, it would definitely be "no ambition" and "excellent at slacking off."

As a result, before the company's top executives with great moral integrity had the chance to send a pillar of talent like him to the society, Wang Jing was hit by a speeding dump truck and was knocked back to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty with a "duang" sound.

"In my previous life, I was at least a kneeling pawn. In this life, after a few years, I will be nothing more than a pawn."

The more Wang Jing thought about his situation, the worse he felt.

"My dear, why are you sweating so much? I will wipe it for you right away."

While Wang Jing was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a soft whisper like the sound of a flowing spring in his ears.

Looking closely, what came into view was a young girl in her prime, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slender waist, a swaying figure, a pretty face, and picturesque features.

She was wearing a pink long gown with a curved hem. The opening curved from the collar to the armpits. The hem was long enough to touch the ground and was trumpet-shaped. Because it was tight all over, she could only walk with light lotus steps. Every move she made highlighted the beautiful curves of the woman's body to the fullest.

"It's you, Diao Chan."

Looking at the girl who was as shy as a peach blossom and had a dignified and elegant appearance, Wang Jing couldn't help but smile and sincerely praised her: "She is so beautiful that she can make fish sink to the bottom of the water and geese fall to the ground, and the moon hide in shame. She is truly the most beautiful girl in the world."

Although Diao Chan has not yet reached the age of marriage, she has already grown into a graceful and elegant lady with a charming look. In a few years, she will surely be a stunning beauty that will captivate the whole country.

However, at this time, Diao Chan was just a maid adopted by Wang Yun in his mansion, of humble status.

Just a year ago, if Wang Jing had not pleaded for mercy, she and her mother would have been like other refugees, either starving to death outside the city or living a life worse than death.

When Wang Jing praised her like this, Diao Chan immediately showed a shy smile on her face: "My dear, you are teasing me again. How can you say that I am as good as you say?"

After a few jokes, Diao Chan saw that Wang Jing looked unhappy, so she asked with concern, "My dear, are you worried about something?"

"Ah."

"Can you tell me about this?"

"Why, clever Chan'er, are you planning to be my military advisor?"

"Hehe, if you are willing, I will do my best."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jing rested his head on Diao Chan's thigh. The soft yet elastic touch made him squint his eyes in comfort. He chuckled and said, "In that case, I'll have to trouble Chan'er, the military advisor, to help me solve my problems."

"Order."

Diao Chan raised the corners of her lips slightly, and skillfully massaged Wang Jing's eyebrows. Her slender little hands gently caressed him, finally making Wang Jing relax and start thinking of ways to break the deadlock.

Although Wang Yun made contributions in suppressing the Yellow Turban Rebellion, unfortunately he offended Zhang Rang, the head of the Ten Attendants, and was imprisoned for more than a year. He was only recently pardoned and had to hide his identity in Chenliu to avoid the spotlight temporarily.

If nothing was done, Wang Jing, as the second son of Wang Yun, would surely die in Chang'an four years later, as happened in history, with his body hacked into pieces and his head and body separated.

Even if he could seize the opportunity, leave the mansion early and escape the disaster, he would still be implicated by his cousin Wang Ling sixty years later, and be defeated in the political struggle with Sima Yi. His three clans would be exterminated and he would not have a good end.

"Although everyone has to die since ancient times, whether I die early or late, it's too f*cking miserable, isn't it?"

Wang Jing sighed quietly, it seemed that he was born to be a hard worker, even after traveling through time, he couldn't be a salted fish who just ate and waited to die.

"In this case, if I want to break the impasse, I have to let the Taiyuan Wang family rise in this chaotic world. Anyway, the old man is old, and when he dies, I will be the one who calls the shots in the family. By then, whether I support the Han Dynasty or replace it, I can do whatever I want."

Wang Jing was already very familiar with the history of the Three Kingdoms. After all, he had played the Romance of the Three Kingdoms series for a long time. He quickly thought of the key to breaking the deadlock: "Emperor Ling Liu Hong will die next year, and then Dong Zhuo will appear. This is a great opportunity for me to make my first pot of gold."

Historically, when Dong Zhuo entered Luoyang, he was accompanied by only 5,000 elite troops from Xiliang.

After annexing the troops of He Jin, He Miao and Ding Yuan, his power expanded rapidly and he was able to occupy Luoyang.

This gave Wang Jing an opportunity.

"Dong Zhuo was able to seize the Bingzhou army that originally belonged to Ding Yuan because he secretly bribed Lu Bu and launched a surprise attack. As long as I find the right time, I can create a time difference. When Lu Bu takes action, I can persuade Zhang Liao and Gao Shun to surrender with morality and justice, and control the border army from Bingzhou in my own hands."

The more Wang Jing thought about it, the more excited he became. The Wang family of Taiyuan was a famous family in Bingzhou, so the possibility of persuading Zhang Liao and Gao Shun, who were also from Bingzhou, was very high.

After all, these two people were not Lu Bu's subordinates at this time, and Ding Yuan was their immediate superior. As long as they used moral kidnapping, there was no need to worry that they would not submit.

What's more, since they came from the Bingzhou Army, what future could they have if they defected to the Xiliang Army?
The two sides belonged to different factions and could not get along at all. In history, even Lu Bu, who defected to Dong Zhuo, was often ostracized by old Xiliang generals such as Li Jue and Guo Si. The treatment of other newcomers can be imagined.

"As long as I have control of the military, I can withdraw from Luoyang and retreat to Bingzhou to farm. Bingzhou has a lot of coal and iron. Once I master the technology of granulating gunpowder, build matchlock guns, and train new troops, in five or six years at most, I can use the tactic of queuing and shooting to sweep across the world and unify China."

The more Wang Jing thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him. This set of ideas could be summed up in two words - stable!
No matter how many famous generals and counselors there are, they are nothing but rubbs in front of the tactics of line-up and shooting. The generation gap in weapons is not so easy to overcome.

Even Wang Jing has begun to imagine the future. What should be the new name of the country?
If we raise an army in Taiyuan, shouldn’t the country be called “Jin”?
Wang Jing couldn't help but shudder. This name sounded very unlucky!

"Yuan Xu, why are you slacking off here again? Why don't you get up quickly and go with me to the main entrance to welcome our distinguished guest?"

His elder brother Wang Gai looked anxious. Seeing Wang Jing still looking lazy and unruly, he immediately became furious: "You have already performed the coming-of-age ceremony, why are you still spending your days in such a lazy way?"

Unable to take a break, Wang Jing could only sigh and stood up with difficulty: "Diao Chan, you go down first."

"Yes."

After Diao Chan's figure completely disappeared, Wang Jing retracted his eyes, straightened his clothes, and asked about the guest's identity.

"I don't know either. I only know that the distinguished guest came from Luoyang and his status is extremely noble."

Wang Gai shook his head first, then looked at Wang Jing and warned him seriously: "In short, you must remember not to lose your manners, otherwise it will bring disgrace to the family and you will be punished by the family rules again."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Wang Jing answered casually, but it went in one ear and out the other, and the pain was forgotten as the wound healed.

When he first came here two years ago, he had not yet performed the coming-of-age ceremony, and the world was in chaos and very dangerous, so he could only stay at home to study. As a result, he was often beaten because he did not understand the rules of the wealthy families, and suffered a lot. Not to mention having time to understand this world.

But he was still very unconvinced in his heart. What a bullshit etiquette. Emperor Ling would pass away next year. By then, the world would be in chaos and many heroes would fight for supremacy. Wouldn't the one with the strongest army and the most powerful soldier be the king?
Will your enemies not chop off your head just because you know manners?
What is the use of family rules and etiquette?
Can you dominate the world, or can you settle down and make a living?
After a while, Wang Jing followed his elder brother Wang Gai to the main gate and stood there. Not long after, they saw a Taoist priest with extraordinary temperament riding a cow. The man was wearing feathered clothes, crane cloak, golden crown and jade belt, and was covered with jewels. Even from a distance in broad daylight, he almost blinded Wang Jing's dog eyes.

"Who the hell is this guy? He's dressed so flashily, isn't he afraid of being beaten to death when he goes out?"

Wang Jing was shocked. It was now the fifth year of Zhongping. Although Zhang Jue's body had become cold, the Yellow Turban Army all over the mountains and plains were still alive and well.

How could a person dressed like this go out and ride a cow from Luoyang to Chenliu alive?

Wang Jing found it unbelievable. Are the Yellow Turban Army really working properly? How can their salaries get a raise if they are so lazy?
The Taoist seemed to notice Wang Jing's gaze and looked at him as well.

"Yuan Xu, why don't you greet the real person?"

Seeing that the head of the family, Wang Yun, had spoken, Wang Jing could only take a step forward, clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "Jing, I meet the real person."

The Taoist looked at Wang Jing for a few times, stroked his beard and smiled, and praised him politely: "Your son has a handsome appearance, bright eyes and thin eyebrows. He has some of the demeanor of the young Envoy."

"Haha, Master Xuanming, thank you for the compliment. Yun has prepared a banquet in the mansion. Please come this way."

Wang Yun was in a very good mood at this time, and even his steps were lighter.

After taking his seat, Wang Jing finally learned that the Taoist was actually Shi Zimiao. He was secretly surprised. The man who raised the emperor's son must have a prominent background!
Then Wang Jing couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

It is not known whether it was due to bad feng shui or fierce palace fighting in the North and South Palaces in Luoyang, but with the exception of the founding emperor Liu Xiu, most of the emperors of the Eastern Han Dynasty died young. The average age was less than 27 years old, directly breaking the lower limit of the lifespan of emperors in all dynasties. Even two thousand years later, no one has been able to break this limit.

The emperor's short life directly led to the continuous occurrence of the vicious circle of eunuchs' monopoly of power and external relatives' interference in politics in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The emperor was young and could only allow the empress dowager to rule the country from behind the curtain. But the empress dowager was a woman after all, and if she wanted to hold power she had to rely on her natal family. Naturally, the foreign relatives took this opportunity to step onto the stage of power.

In this case, when the emperor reaches the age to rule the country, how could the emperor's uncle, who holds the military and political power, be willing to give up the power?

How to do?
What else can the young emperor, trapped in the deep palace, do except rely on eunuchs?
The political situation in the Eastern Han Dynasty thus entered a vicious cycle of infinite refills.

The current court situation is the same. The Ten Eunuchs and He Jin are at loggerheads with each other, and the brains of both sides are almost turned into dog brains.

Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, Liu Hong, also had a hard time. Before Liu Bian, all the princes in the palace had died young. As a father, Liu Hong had no choice but to send his son to live with Taoist Shi Zimiao.

Wang Jing couldn't help but be curious. Why did Shi Zimi come to see Wang Yun?
Could it be that Liu Hong knew that he didn't have much time left and wanted to call Wang Yun to Luoyang to entrust his son to his care?
Just as Wang Jing was secretly doubting and thinking hard about countermeasures, he heard Wang Yun raise his cup and drink deeply, then sighed, "Thinking back to the Battle of Changsha, Your Majesty used the dragon energy of the Han Dynasty as a guide and summoned heavenly fire to destroy the Yellow Turban Rebellion in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly Zhang Jue was willing to fight to the death and forcibly use the Yellow Heavenly Dao to cut the dragon vein of the Han Dynasty with demonic thunder, thus cutting off the last sixty days of the Han Dynasty."

Shi Zimiao was also saddened when he heard this: "The evil Taoist Zhang Jiao was finally killed by the backlash of the dragon's energy, but the fate of our Han Dynasty is also coming to an end because of this. Now that the emperor is critically ill, it is impossible to save the situation."

During the banquet, Wang Hong, Wang Gai, Wang Ding, Wang Chen, Wang Ling and others also nodded in agreement, as if they were sharing the country's grief.

Only Wang Jing was speechless.

What the hell is going on?

What a bunch of feudal and superstitious stuff. I have received higher education and only believe in science. Things like dragon energy and Taoism are ridiculous. Do you think I would believe in them?
Haha~
Wang Jing looked around as if he was a fool, and felt that he was the only normal person in his family. But before he had time to lament that feudal superstition was killing people, he watched Shi Zimiao suddenly jump up from his seat, fly out of the window, and at the same time raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and struck towards the west.

Rumble~
Thunder and fire burst out from the palm of his hand with such force that it shook the earth. It blasted a man dozens of feet into the air, leaving no trace of his body. Wang Jing was stunned.

What happened?
Is this fucking reasonable?

What surprised Wang Jing even more was that Wang Yun, who sat in the east seat, was clearly dressed like a scholar in Confucian clothes, but he exuded a majestic and powerful aura in the way he moved his hands and feet.

"It is impolite for you to come here uninvited."

As soon as Wang Yun finished speaking, he saw five people dressed in Yellow Turban uniforms, holding knives and floating down from the roof.

They covered their heads and faces, with only a pair of eyes exposed, full of murderous intent: "Humph, old villain Wang Yun, you led your troops to kill my brothers in the past. Today we are here to wipe out your entire family to avenge this hatred!"

The five men suddenly exerted force, and their feet immediately crushed the bluestone floor beneath their feet. They swung their swords and killed with the force of a hungry tiger catching a sheep.

A few feet away, a fierce aura was already blowing in his face.

Wang Jing just looked into his eyes and his whole body became paralyzed and he couldn't move. He couldn't even get up and run away.

My life is over!

Just when Wang Jing thought he was going to die young with blood splattered all over his body, Wang Yun made a move.

It’s just that Wang Yun moved his mouth instead of his hands.

"The Master said, 'Do not look at anything that is not proper.'"

As soon as he finished speaking, his words came into effect. The attacking assassin was suddenly blinded and could not see anything.

The leader of the assassins shouted loudly: "Listen to the sound and determine the position, don't hurt your own people!"

"The Master said, 'Do not listen to anything that is not proper.'"

As soon as these words were spoken, the assassin suddenly became deaf again.

"Ah, the Confucian sage words, thinking can confuse the mind!"

The assassin leader was so shocked and angry that he immediately stopped caring about his teammates and started swinging his sword around, obviously determined to kill anyone he made a mistake.

It’s a pity that since Wang Yun has already taken action, how can he tolerate the villains to act rashly?

"The Master said, 'Do not speak what is not proper, and do not act what is not proper.'"

The sage words of Confucianism and the power of thought can confuse people's minds. The recipients' five senses are taken away, and they cannot see, hear, speak, or move, leaving them at the mercy of others.

In just a few words, the assassin was fixed on the spot and captured.

"Catch them all and interrogate them strictly."

"Yes, Master!"

The guards in the mansion rushed over upon hearing the noise and took all the thieves away, apparently intending to torture them severely.

Then the banquet was filled with laughter again, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

Only Wang Jing sat there in a daze, his mind unable to calm down for a long time.

This Three Kingdoms is unscientific!
"I have checked and there are no other accomplices outside the palace."

In just a cup of tea, Shi Zimiao, who had chased out of the house, returned and landed at the table. He smiled at Wang Yunyan and said, "Your Excellency's Confucianism has improved again. If you can establish virtue, make words, and make achievements in the future, you can expect to become a saint."

"You are too kind. Master Xuanming's Yimu Divine Thunder Dao is beyond the reach of others. His ascension to the immortal world is just around the corner."

"My tricks are just trivial. I am sorry to make you laugh. I am just trying my hand at it. Otherwise, with the power of Taiyuan Wang's True Yang Nine Refinements, why would an outsider like me need to intervene?"

The two of them were exchanging a lot of business talks, which were full of worldly wisdom.

This was nothing, but what he had just seen and heard shattered Wang Jing's three views.

He originally thought he had traveled through time to a normal late Han Dynasty and Three Kingdoms period, and was still thinking about how to climb the technology tree, and then use his musket to sweep the world and spread his military power around the world.

As a result, based on the abilities of Shi Zimiao and Wang Yun just now, they might not be able to defeat them even if they climbed the technology tree to the level of a battle!
After all, the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period were famous for their brilliant stars and countless heroes. Shi Zimiao and Wang Yun were not even ranked among them. How strong were those heroes who were stronger than them?
Wang Jing didn’t even dare to think about it!
Something is wrong!
Something is wrong!
There is definitely something wrong with this Three Kingdoms!

(End of this chapter)