The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

However, with Gongsun Zan often pulling him to enliven the atmosphere, although the banquet could not be called a feast for the guests, it would not be indifferent.

Coupled with Liu Bei's intention to chat, it can barely be regarded as lively.

However, what everyone doesn't know is that the seemingly calm undercurrent also seems to be a metaphor that the era of turmoil is about to lift the curtain.

Because, far away in Luoyang, the eastern capital, a man of lofty ideals started his action.

51 Surge under the Undercurrent

The first year of Chuping, that is, 190 AD, the beginning of the Gengwu period in the lunar calendar.

With the continuous and dull bells ringing in the early morning, the Zijin Luan Palace of the Eastern Han Dynasty ended its first early dynasty.

Dong Zhuo, who is proud of the spring breeze, has great power in his hands, and can strictly control the words and deeds of the government, with a full stomach, rushed out of the Golden Palace with satisfaction, and strode out.

A black and red but extremely loose official uniform still can't cover Dong Zhuo's increasingly obese body. Dong Zhuo, who is 50 years old and has gray beard and hair, becomes more and more... swollen.

"Time is a butcher's knife, one knife at a time makes people old."

Perhaps, if Dong Zhuo knew the words of the later generations, he would be amazed and take it as his motto.

Time goes by, and Dong Zhuo, who was able to draw a ten-stone strong bow in the early years and frightened the Qiang people in the name of a hero, is no longer what he used to be.

Today, he has been fascinated by the prosperity of the capital and the feeling of power in his hands, and has lost his direction. He is getting fatter and fatter every day, as if he is almost unable to walk.

"Ahhhhh...", Dong Zhuo paused at the entrance of the Hall of Political Affairs, as if his nose just happened to itch.

"Ah~!", a happy sneeze came out.

"Boom!" Behind him, all civil and military officials lowered their waists even lower, for fear that Dong Zhuo would kill them on a whim.

"It's boring, hehehehehe~!" Dong Zhuo looked at the so-called civil and military officials lying on the ground, and smiled smugly.

He laughed very hard, like the screeching sound of a compressor, or like the panting of a fat pig.

"This is the minister of the big man?"

"Heh~, they're all a group of people who eat nothing, hey, little emperor, you have to see them clearly, and the loyalty of the old man, without the old man, the big man is worrying~"

Dong Zhuo's words without concealing the volume, wandering in the palace, made the little emperor's face reveal a gloomy look that does not belong to this age group.

The faces of countless old ministers who claimed to be loyal ministers of the great man twitched, and the wrinkles on them appeared to be more and more rampant.

but!

Facing Dong Zhuo, the officials were terrified and dared not speak up, and no one dared to refute!

Because those who dare to refute are already... dead.

First Shang Shu Ding Guan, and then the school lieutenant Wu Fu, who spattered the palace with blood, tried to refute Dong Zhuo at the cost of their lives.

However, they all failed, and the Manchus were killed together!

Faced with Dong Zhuo's threat of ransacking his family and exterminating his family, these self-proclaimed loyal literati and military officials had no choice but to bow their heads.

The throne takes turns, only the family is the most important in their eyes!

Anyway, the little emperor is still safe, isn't he?

While thinking this way, everyone lowered their heads even lower.

"Hahaha~!"

Satisfied with everyone's performance, Dong Zhuo twisted his nose, shook his fat head, and walked out of the hall unsteadily.

"The early court has finished discussing the government! Retire from the court~!"

After Dong Zhuo's figure completely disappeared at the corner of the hall, a long and sharp shout with Chinese ancient characteristics resounded leisurely.

The seemingly helpless little emperor—Han Xiandi Liu Xie, also slowly stepped out of the palace surrounded by eunuchs on the left and right.

After Dong Zhuo and the emperor left, the officials and ministers dispersed.

The small yellow gate at the entrance watched Dong Zhuo's back as he walked away, his eyes wandered, then he turned back furtively and walked towards the inner hall.

There, the ministers and ministers who retired from the court gathered together.

After all, Dong Zhuo was the only one who could disregard the rules and walk on the sword.

Everyone else has to take off their shoes, and the shoes are placed in an open space outside the hall. Here, the little yellow gates are responsible for serving these ministers and ministers to put on their shoes.

"Lord Situ Wang is celebrating his birthday today, and he has prepared a banquet at the mansion. I would like to invite lord Tai Tuo to the mansion!" Xiao Huangmen, who looked around and waited on Tai Tuo Yuan Huai, said in a low voice.

"Oh? Have Dong Zhuo been invited?" Yuan Huai asked.

"No···"

"Okay, go back and tell Wang Situ that Mr. Yuan will definitely come to the banquet on time." Yuan Huai replied after pondering for a moment.

"Nuo~" Xiao Huangmen's eyes rolled wildly, but he did not retreat in a hurry, but quietly walked among the crowd.

"Be sure to go to the banquet on time!" "We must be there", and soon, many princes and ministers responded and made clear promises.

After passing the message to the main target, Xiao Huangmen just stopped talking, took an opportunity, and slipped out.

After everyone left, there was only one person left. He put on his shoes, squinted his eyes, stared at the back of the little yellow gate walking away, thought for a while, and walked towards the palace gate with the same stride.

This man, who was also wearing court clothes, was not tall, probably less than 170 centimeters.

He has a dark complexion, a slightly bloated figure, making his limbs look a little short, his eyes are small but exudes a breathtaking light, and his long beard under his jaw sets off an extraordinary temperament...

His name, in the present, maybe not many people care about it, but in the future, it will be like a bomb, deafening.

His name is Cao Cao!

"Yuan Gong wait a minute, Yuan Gong wait a minute~" Several officials were talking with Tai Fu Yuan Huai, but they heard a cry, turned their heads and saw Cao Cao catching up from behind.

"Since that's the case, Grand Tutor Yuan stay!" Several people seemed not to be very interested in Cao Cao, so they left immediately, leaving the current Grand Tutor Yuan Huai there.

Seeing the backs of those people going away, Cao Cao smacked his mouth, walked to Yuan Huai, and laughed at himself: "Oh! Everyone is a minister of the same dynasty, but some brothers, it seems, are ashamed to be with me, Cao Cao. !”.

Yuan Huai taunted: "Meng De really has insight!"

During the conversation, he also made no secret of his dissatisfaction with Cao Cao. Cao Cao, who flattered Dong Zhuo, made him look down on him.

As the fourth generation and the third prince, he doesn't need to hide his attitude, let alone care about Cao Cao's opinion!

Ignoring Yuan Huai's sarcasm, Cao Cao bowed and saluted: "If Meng Taifu does not give up, I want to be with you! I want to accompany Taifu for a few steps, but I don't agree or not?".