In April 192, the third year of Chuping, Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty recovered from his serious illness and met with all the civil and military officials in Weiyang Palace.
Dong Zhuo followed his usual routine and prepared to drive to Weiyang Palace to meet the emperor.
Dong Zhuo had been assassinated many times and almost lost his life several times, so he was very careful. Therefore, Dong Zhuo had a very large number of sentries accompanying him, and they were basically composed of soldiers brought by Dong Zhuo from Xiliang.
Situ Mansion.
Wang Yun kept rubbing his hands together and pacing back and forth, looking very nervous.
Ma Xiaoquan leaned on the chair with a calm face, one foot resting on the edge of the desk and kept dangling. Xiu'er stood behind Ma Xiaoquan and squeezed Ma Xiaoquan's shoulders comfortably with her skillful hands.
"Oh, Lord Situ, can you please stop walking back and forth? My eyes are almost blurred..."
Wang Yun stopped, walked to Ma Xiaoshen, bowed and said: "Master Shangxian, it's not that I am willing, but I am really nervous."
Ma Xiaoquan took a sip of the tea that Miaoyu brought to his mouth and said, "What's the point of being nervous? You and Lu Bu, didn't you already discuss it that day?"
Wang Yundao: "That being said, Dong Zhuo is very careful. If anything happens, wouldn't we..."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Don't be afraid. I have already calculated this matter. Although the calculation is unclear, I at least know that Dong Zhuo will not survive today."
Wang Yunyi heard this and said happily: "Master Shangxian, are you serious about this?"
Ma Xiaoquan said: "Of course, I am the Supreme Immortal, or are you the Supreme Immortal?"
Wang Yun chuckled: "The Supreme Immortal is the Supreme Immortal! The common people are still the common people!"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded with satisfaction: "Go and call Diao Chan out to dance for me."
Wang Yun: "..."
Jiwu.
After Dong Zhuo cleaned up, he looked back and forth in the bronze mirror, feeling very unhappy.
Li Ru was beside Dong Zhuo and urged: "Father-in-law, the car is ready..."
Dong Zhuo ignored Li Ru and said to himself in the mirror: "Why is my right eyelid twitching wildly today? Could it be that something bad will happen today?"
Li Ru did not dare to interrupt and could only look at Dong Zhuo respectfully.
No matter how he thought about it, Dong Zhuo couldn't feel at ease, so he ordered Li Ru: "Li Ru, go get the rosewood box next to my bedside."
Li Ru said in confusion: "Father-in-law, it's less than a year..."
Dong Zhuo said disapprovingly: "It doesn't matter. When the little emperor took this elixir, wasn't he only one year old?"
Li Ru was speechless and had no choice but to take the box over obediently.
Dong Zhuo opened the box and gently picked up the elixir with his right index finger, middle finger and thumb.
Dong Zhuo raised his eyebrows and asked Li Ru: "Li Ru, when the little emperor ate the elixir that day, did you think it tasted like the elixir?"
Li Ru did not dare to hide it and said respectfully: "Father-in-law, although this elixir smells pleasant, if you smell it closely, it smells like horse urine..."
"Presumptuous!" Dong Zhuo said with wide eyes, "Why does the elixir smell like horse urine?"
Dong Zhuo said and gently put the elixir into his mouth.
This so-called elixir was just made by Ma Xiaoquan using ashes from the bottom of a pot and a bunch of traditional Chinese medicine for purging fire. Of course, the most important thing in it was Croton, the magic medicine for diarrhea.
After taking the elixir into his mouth, Dong Zhuo was also shocked.
The elixir must have the smell of horse urine, but Dong Zhuo had just scolded Li Ru, and it was impossible to show it now, right? Therefore, Dong Zhuo just swallowed the elixir with an expression like "the elixir tastes delicious".
"Uh" Dong Zhuo also burped sourly, but Dong Zhuo was quick and covered his big mouth when he burped, so Dong Zhuo swallowed the irritation in his mouth.
Li Ru looked at the expression on his father-in-law's face as he ate the elixir. He seemed to enjoy it, and thought to himself: It seems that there is something a little different about the elixir refined by Master Shangxian. The little emperor's elixir was so disgusting.
This one from my father-in-law looks like it tastes good.
Dong Zhuo digested the elixir for a while, then covered his mouth and whispered: "Li Ru, let's go! By the way, where is my son Fengxian?"
Li Rudao: "Father-in-law, didn't Fengxian listen to your instructions and go back to his mansion to change into court clothes?"
Dong Zhuo said oh and led Li Ru out of Jiwu.
...
Lu Bu's mansion.
As soon as Lu Buy returned to the mansion, he hurriedly changed into light court clothes.
Lu Bu couldn't bear it when he remembered that he and Situ Wang Yun had discussed the plan to assassinate his adoptive father Dong Zhuo a few days ago.
But I couldn't bear to give up. I had already promised others and sworn an oath, so I couldn't change it casually. As the saying goes, if the cunning rabbit dies, the lackey will be cooked. If something happened to Wang Situ, I guess it wouldn't be much better;
Furthermore, Xian'er's little girl was still waiting hard to meet him... and Lu Bu, the 17 elixirs in his adoptive father's hand, didn't know that one of them had been given to Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty.
..... Thinking of this, Lu Bu couldn't help but wipe the saliva from his mouth.
"I changed the guard posts accompanying my adoptive father to more than a dozen of my cronies, and then ordered Li Su to handle the matter... Well, I hope Li Su can do it. In this way, I will also be innocent.
..."
Lu Bu straightened his sleeves, picked up Fang Tian's painted halberd and left the mansion.
Weiyang Palace. The officials who came early have already entered the palace and paid their respects to the young emperor. The remaining officials who did not come because they lived far away have also asked their retainers to come over early and put down their gifts.
In the palace, all the ministers looked at each other and waited for Dong Zhuo.
Xiao Huangmen beside the little emperor couldn't help it anymore: "Your Majesty, Dong Zhuo has such a big air. How long has it been since? Why haven't you come yet?"
The little emperor looked troubled, but he had little choice. He could only comfort the little Huangmen and said: "Shunde, stop talking, wait and see..."
Under the emperor's seat, some of the officials also had some complaints.
"Dong Zhuo has such a big air! Is it necessary to do this?"
"Keep your voice down, do you want to kill everyone in your family?"
"..."
While the ministers were discussing in low voices, they heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from far outside the palace.
After hearing the sound, the ministers closed their mouths involuntarily and waited quietly.
In the hall, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Wang Yun had come a long time ago, and he originally invited Ma Xiaoquan to come with him, intending to introduce Ma Xiaoquan to the young emperor, but Ma Xiaoquan simply rejected the cunning Wang Yun on the grounds that he could not participate in worldly disputes.
Wang Yun couldn't help it anymore, stepped forward and said respectfully to the little emperor: "Your Majesty, the sound of gongs and drums should be that Master Dong is here. The old minister suggested that we should go out together and have a look."
As soon as Wang Yun finished speaking, a minister objected: "Today is the day when the emperor is recovering from a serious illness. How can we allow the emperor to go out to greet Dong Zhuo?"
Some people even took the opportunity to slander Wang Yun: "Wang Situ, are you afraid of Dong Zhuo..."
If Wang Yun heard these words before, he would really be angry, but it is different now.
Because Wang Yun is very confident. This confidence comes first from the perfect plan of himself and Lu Bu, and secondly from Dong Zhuo's life approval given to him by Master Shangxian.
When Master Shangxian came out, he told Wang Yun that Dong Zhuo would never survive today. Wang Yun somehow believed what Master Shangxian said.
"Come on, get closer, get closer..."
Wang Yun muttered silently in his heart.
The little emperor didn't know Wang Yun and Lu Bu's plan, but what he was thinking was: Ever since Dong Zhuo forcibly helped him to the throne, he had been very vicious to him. Apart from taking the elixir, Dong Zhuo even sat
His dragon chair had a jade seal, but now the jade seal can't be found. Did Dong Zhuo just want to sit on the dragon chair?
Although he is not old, but no matter what, the Dragon Throne can only be a place for emperors to sit. Dong Zhuo is so blatant, if one day, will he still treat me the same way he treated his brother?
King Liu Xie of Chenliu, Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, was the young emperor established by Dong Zhuo after he killed the previous young emperor. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He had no choice but to tremble and say to the ministers: "I think everyone should go out and have a look. I happen to have something to say."
I want to talk to my father."
When the ministers saw that the emperor had spoken, they could not say anything else. They all accepted the order happily and walked out of the hall with their heads lowered and square steps.
At the gate of Weiyang Palace, a dozen of his trusted killers arranged by Lu Bu were already ready to go. As long as Dong Zhuo entered this gate, he would never be able to get out today. Listening to the sound of gongs and drums, Dong Zhuo's carriage was getting closer and closer.
Several killers couldn't help but feel nervous.
Lu Bu had a fellow countryman named Li Su, who served as a cavalry captain in the army and had a close relationship with Lu Bu. This assassination operation was mainly carried out by him. When Lu Bu told him about it, Li Su was also frightened.
Jump, but Li Su is not stupid, and Dong Zhuo's atrocities are indeed unpopular with the people, so Li Su agreed after thinking about it for a while.
In order to complete the plan, Li Su also changed his clothes and became one of these dozen killers.
As Dong Zhuo's carriage got closer and closer, Li Su's heart could not help but rise to his throat.
Li Su swallowed and stared straight at Dong Zhuo's carriage.
On the carriage, Dong Zhuo was sitting sideways with his fat head raised, looking arrogant. Dong Zhuo's right hand also buttoned his crotch from time to time, which was very disgusting.
Li Su frowned, lowered his head, and said softly: "Get ready!"
More than a dozen killers have been trained. Although Li Su's voice is soft, they can hear it clearly.
Outside the palace, the little emperor had just recovered from a serious illness. Although he had been recuperating for a month, he had no choice but to have a weak foundation. So behind the little emperor, Xiao Huangmen Shunde squatted down and used his back as a cushion for the little emperor.
Among the ministers, Wang Yun is the leader, and they unfold from right to left. The one closest to Wang Yun is Sikong, and then the ministers in charge of rites, officials, music, industry, etc. The Eastern Han Dynasty did not set up the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Personnel, etc., and officials
Generally, it is recommended or recommended for filial piety and honesty, so there is no mention of official positions such as Shangshu... The ministers lined up in a "Y" shape, waiting for Dong Zhuo's arrival.