"Tie me!" Sima Zhao was completely angry with Cao Mao. Even if he couldn't kill him, could he still be able to tie him up?

Jia Chong tilted his mouth toward the soldiers behind him. The soldiers stepped forward and tied up Cao Mao. The soldiers brought by Sima Zhao were not ordinary guards, but dead soldiers from the Sima family. In their eyes, there was no emperor. They obeyed Sima Zhao's orders. Sima Zhao would tie whoever they asked them to tie them, and they would kill whoever they asked them to kill, and they would not frown.

But the internal and external officials in the hall were all frightened. What an emperor's identity is? Sima Zhao tied it up when he said it. This was simply a rebellious thing!

Cao Mao didn't expect that Sima Zhao would really dare to tie him up. He was shocked and angry, but he had no power to tie a chicken, so how could he be able to defeat those guards who were like wolves and tigers, and he was soon tied up like rice dumplings.

Sima Zhao ordered Cao Mao to be taken on the chariot, and all the harem personnel would be forced to move out of the palace, and issued an edict in the name of the emperor, formally proclaiming the world and moving the capital to Chang'an.

Even the emperor left, and many people who were waiting and watching gave up their thoughts and began to pack up and soften their clothes, and embarked on the road of migration one after another.

For the entire capital migration plan, Sima Shi ordered a special migration passage between Chang'an and Luoyang, and several supply points were set up along the way to provide rice porridge and dry food to the people passing by, and to maintain and ensure the order of the entire passage to ensure the unobstructed passage.

Driven by Sima Jun, countless people embarked on the long journey to Chang'an. No one knew what would be waiting for them. After all, they were leaving their hometown and their future was at a loss.

The entire Guanluo Avenue was densely packed with people, like a long and winding dragon, with no head in front or tail in the back. The dust stirred up on the ancient road was flying in the air, like a sandstorm rising from the ground, stretching for hundreds of miles.

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Sima Lun was not involved in the capital migration. After meeting Sima Shi, he came straight to the back palace, but saw his mother Bai Lingjun.

Since leaving Luoyang for Yanzhou the previous year, Sima Lun has been traveling all the way to Huainan and staying in Huainan. It has been more than two years since he saw his mother and missed her very much, so after handling the business, Sima Lun almost trotted all the way to Bai Lingjun's residence.

Although he was the commander-in-chief of thousands of troops, Sima Lun was actually a child. When he went to war, he was only thirteen years old. When he was young, he was only fifteen years old when he returned to Luoyang.

At the age of fifteen, it was the time when other people's children were studying hard, working hard, turning a blind eye to the world, and reading only the books of sages, laying the foundation for entering the career of officialdom. At this moment, Sima Lun has become a magistrate, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the country, and bearing the burden that he should not bear at this age.

Perhaps he was born in a family like Sima and was in trouble again, so it would be really not possible to not want to be precocious.

Simalun is different from other brothers and sisters. They all have brothers and sisters of their relatives and mothers, but Simalun is Bai Lingjun's only son, so he was raised by his mother Bai Lingjun since he was young. When Sima Yi died, Simalun was not old, so in this huge Sima Mansion, only the mother and son depend on each other. Naturally, Simalun had a deep relationship with his mother.

Since childhood, he has hardly left Bai Lingjun's side. This time, Sima Lun thought he was just going to visit Sima Shi, and it was estimated that he would return to Luoyang in at most one month.

But neither Sima Lun nor Bai Lingjun expected that he had not returned home for two years after leaving. Although Sima Lun would send a letter to Bai Lingjun every month, and Bai Lingjun would reply to him on time, the pain of longing thousands of miles apart is far from comforting those letters.

Sima Lun ran into Bai Lingjun's room in a hurry, but saw Bai Lingjun sitting in front of the bed, holding a few letters in his hand, looking over and over again. Obviously, this was the letter Sima Lun wrote to him. Since Sima Lun left, Bai Lingjun seemed to have lost his soul, doing nothing every day, and was in a daze. The most he saw was Sima Lun's letter.

Sima Lun's letter will only be sent in a month. Bai Lingjun reads it every day, and the letter paper is almost broken.

"Mom--" Sima Lun rushed to Bai Lingjun's side, shouted, and then his nose felt sore, and tears fell down.

Bai Lingjun raised her head in a daze and found that Sima Lun was really by her side. For a moment, she felt like she was in a dream and couldn't believe that this was the real thing.

"Lun'er, is it really you?"

Simalun knelt in front of her knees. When he saw that his mother was not only in a daze, but also had a lot of white hair. He suddenly felt sad and cried: "Mom, it's me, I'm back. I've been suffering for the past two years!"

Only then did Bai Lingjun realize that this was not a dream. She hugged Sima Lun and cried bitterly.

Although Bai Lingjun lived a life of luxury in Sima's mansion, and because Sima Yi's original wife Zhang Chunhua had passed away, Bai Lingjun was respected among the ladies. What's more, Sima Lun had been appointed by Sima Yi to take over Sima Shi's squad. His mother was noble by his son, so Bai Lingjun's status was naturally extremely respectful and unattainable.

However, since Sima Lun suddenly left Luoyang, Bai Lingjun became absent-minded. You should know that Sima Lun has never left her side since she was a child. When Sima Lun left Luoyang, he was only thirteen years old. Can such a young child endure the hardships of military service?

Since Sima Lun left, Bai Lingjun has been worrying day and night without any food and food. The conditions in the military camp are much harder. A young man like Sima Lun, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and grew up in a gentle and wealthy countryside, came to the military camp, but he was really suffering.

Bai Lingjun was also worried that the swords and arrows on the battlefield would be blinded by the traps if she was not careful and would lose her life. Is the armor on Sima Lun wearing thick enough? Can she resist the sudden hidden arrow? She was also worried that Sima Lun was thin and dressed too heavily and could she be able to survive.

In short, Bai Lingjun was thinking about his son all the time, wishing to go to Huainan and serve him in person. When he was not around, Bai Lingjun lived like the years.
Chapter completed!