Chapter 344: In the Heart of the Yellow River, the Golden Dragon Feasts
Dong Zhuo got out of the chariot out of breath. He had been having too much sex recently and was a little weak. The beauties collected by the late emperor were indeed alluring, and the Xianbei Shanyu wives and concubines presented by Liu Xiang were wild! Refreshing!
The Ling Emperor knows how to enjoy blessings, and I, the old Dong, have also received his favor, so I won’t touch his coffin and only take away the treasures buried with him.
After sitting on the bed next to the car and resting for a while, Dong Zhuo asked, "Are you ready for what the prime minister ordered?"
"Information to the Prime Minister, the curtains of the tent in the middle of the river were built yesterday and have been incense-scented all night. A three-foot carp has been caught through ice fishing downstream, with golden scales, vermilion lips and red fins. It is a top-grade golden dragon.
.The nine-fermented wine and imperial sauces have also been delivered to the center of the river. The official chef, singers and musicians are waiting, and the banquet can be held at any time."
"Well, just wait." Dong Zhuo raised his eyes and looked at the time. It was almost the appointed time, so he got on the sedan chair and was pushed towards the center of the river.
A sedan chair is a small car that military generals ride on when they are marching. This is the four-wheeled carriage that Zhuge Liang rides in the Romance. There was no sedan chair that was carried by people in the Han Dynasty. It was not until the Southern and Northern Dynasties that it was called Banyu or Jianyu. Lifting sedan chairs was the name of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
It became popular on a large scale during this period.
Dong Zhuo did not sit here because of etiquette. He really wanted to ride in a four-horse chariot and go to see Liu Xiang in a majestic manner. But it was the middle of the first lunar month, and the river would be opened in less than a month. The ice may not be able to withstand the heavy sinking.
The dead chariot.
What a pity.
The cars have all reached the shore.
The bronze chariot specially selected yesterday, and four famous black horses from Dawan were specially prepared, just to make Liu Yicheng's eyes drool!
"Come here, tie the BMW on the chariot to the sedan chair." Dong Zhuo ordered loudly.
The chariot cannot go, so the horse has to be pulled over. This is an iron horse specially selected from the royal garden. That boy Liu Yicheng cannot see a good horse, so today I want to let him see it but not touch it, in order to avenge the red tug being taken away.
Yesterday, Dong Zhuo ordered a brocade curtain to be built in the middle of the ice surface of the Yellow River, and a tent was set up inside to entertain Liu Xiang. He also sent envoys to make an appointment, and each brought a hundred people to talk at noon.
When the time came, neither party breached the contract.
When Liu Xiang arrived, he was still complaining. In the middle of the first month, they held a banquet on the ice, built curtains, put up tents, dug holes here and there, and the damn fat man was not afraid of falling.
But after entering the curtain, his eyes were attracted by four good horses. They were nearly 1.6 meters tall at the shoulder, which was six feet and five inches according to the standards of the Han Dynasty. They were slender, with strong limbs, and dark and shiny coats. They were so beautiful.
Want it so much!
Dong Zhuo laughed heartily: "Hahaha, Yicheng, what do you think of these iron horses?"
"Given it to me?" Liu Xiang's eyes lit up.
"What a beautiful idea! Hahahaha, this is what I use to pull the cart!" Seeing Liu Xiang's disappointed eyes, Dong Zhuo was elated and smiled happily.
Liu Xiang pouted, looked up and down Dong Zhuo's obese figure, and said disdainfully: "Haha, you can even ride in a car!"
Dong Zhuo was so happy that he didn't mind such sarcastic remarks at all, so he said with his skill: "Please sit down, Yicheng. I have specially ordered a golden dragon to be caught to hold a banquet here to welcome you and cleanse you from the dust."
After the two of them sat down, the maid served them wine and food, and the chef took out the carp from the ice water. While it was still alive, he shaved off the scales and bones, and sliced the fish into thin pieces like cicada wings.
The movements were crisp and neat, and the knife was cut without hesitation. The whole process was smooth and smooth. The most amazing thing is that the hands were extremely stable, and there was no tremor even when soaked in ice water.
His hand is even steadier than Shi'a's, which is something I've only seen in my life. Without twenty or thirty years of practice, I wouldn't have been able to achieve this level.
Liu Xiang turned to look at Shi A, and saw that he was staring at the cook with burning eyes. His expression changed from his usual paralyzed expression, and his expression seemed a little complicated.
In a moment, a plate of fish fillets was served, and the chef stopped cutting and went to the table to serve the dishes.
In the Han Dynasty, fish dumplings were very popular, and they were eaten freshly and freshly. There was no rule about cutting the whole fish before eating it.
Dong Zhuo raised his hand and signaled that it should be given to the guests first.
The cook walked up to him with a tray in his hands. Liu Xiang carefully observed this ordinary-looking man wrapped in a green turban. He was about forty years old and had no beard. He should have been shaved off. The stubble was extremely unnoticeable and his face was
If you wipe something on, you will never see it unless you have a preconceived idea.
With superb sword skills and steady hands, Shi A's expression was abnormal. He shaved off his beard and changed his appearance. Could this person be Wang Yue who disappeared during the Beigong chaos? Now he is pretending to be a cook. Is he trying to assassinate Dong Zhuo? Or is he trying to assassinate himself?
Liu Xiang was not sure, and stared closely at the chef's movements. His legs gathered strength, his center of gravity shifted back, and he was ready to tip over at any time. The chef who seemed to be Wang Yue safely put down his plate and prepared to bow and retreat.
It seems that the target of the other actions is not myself.
But Dong Zhuo couldn't let anything happen to him, at least not when he met him.
Even if it was just suspicion, he couldn't turn a blind eye.
Taking advantage of the other party's clasped hands to salute, he reached out and grabbed the chef's wrist, looked at Dong Zhuo and said, "I want this chef."
After saying that, he ignored the stunned chef and the surprised Dong Zhuo, and said loudly: "Shi A, take him down."
Shi A couldn't wait to grab the chef's arm, and motioned to Zhao Jing for help. The two of them lifted him up and sent him to the guard group.
It was only then that Dong Zhuo's voice came through: "The cook is gone, what will I eat?"
"Eat my share." Liu Xiang motioned to Dian Wei to bring the fish stew on his dining table to Dong Zhuo.
Fish meat should not be poisonous. How to poison a live fish in public? The tools have been inspected countless times. Dong Zhuo’s men are not idiots. It’s good if they can sneak in, but they also want to bring poison in?
What are you thinking about? This is not martial arts.
Liu Xiang was shocked and suspicious about the possible assassination. The purpose of assassinating him at this time was definitely not simple. He most likely wanted to provoke a melee between the Anping Army and the Liangzhou Group.
Who is the mastermind behind this?
Wang Yue has always been the personal bodyguard of Emperor Ling. Who does he turn to now?
Liu Xiang was calculating in his mind, but his face remained calm.
Dong Zhuo was unaware of this, and complained angrily: "Let the cook finish cooking the fish and breasts first, and then you can take them away. Why are you so impatient?"
"I don't want to eat fish and clams. Brother Zhong Ying can just eat this plate. It's not good to eat more."
"Yicheng actually doesn't eat fish and dumplings? It's really weird. This is a high-quality golden dragon. It really doesn't know how to enjoy happiness." Dong Zhuo was surprised. He was even more surprised than when he saw Liu Xiang snatching the cook. This habit is really rare. In the Han Dynasty, only those who couldn't eat it were
There are almost no people who like fish and meat who don’t eat it.
The fact that some people don't eat fish and meat can be told to others as an anecdote, which will definitely arouse a burst of astonishment.
This interruption brought the matter of robbing the cook to a close.
Liu Xiang also calmed down and prepared to talk about business.
"What does Brother Zhongying want so that I can take the books away?"
Dong Zhuo was enjoying the dipping sauce and did not raise his head when he heard the words. He chewed the fish meat and said, "You and I can join hands and the Kwantung Allied Forces can be destroyed in one day or another. After that, the whole land of Hebei will be sealed to you. How about that?"
"If you don't do it, Hebei will be mine."
"The truth is that your majesty can grant it to you. Only with great righteousness in hand can you hold it securely."
"Stop it, change it." Liu Xiang pouted: "You take something you don't want and let me fight for you. Brother Zhong Ying is too greedy."
Dong Zhuo followed Cai Yong's example and said sadly: "That is the hard work of the predecessors for more than three hundred years, and it is a treasure passed down to future generations."
Liu Xiang saw him winking, his fat face almost shrinking into a ball. He didn't see the sadness, but found it funny. He couldn't help complaining: "Okay, okay, stop pretending, it's not like that at all. What do you want?"
What do you want? Make a price."
"Food and grass, iron armor, powerful crossbows, and war horses." Dong Zhuo thought for a while and added: "Give me back the red dodder!"
"No, I won't give it to you if you have it, or we'll have a fight at worst." Liu Xiang refused very decisively.
Dong Zhuo stared with triangular eyes and said fiercely: "Liu Yicheng, do you think I can't mount a horse or lead an army? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Liu Xiang held out three fingers: "I only need three thousand cavalry to ruin your plan to move the capital, and you will be surrounded and killed by the Guandong people in Luoyang."
Of course he was bragging, but it didn't stop him from speaking harshly.
Liu Xiang knew that the Kwantung Allied Forces seemed to be inseparable, and would inevitably fight among themselves, and would eventually disperse to conquer each other. Liu Xiang knew this, but Dong Zhuo did not.
Fatty Dong is now a frightened bird. He has no foundation in Luoyang, internal and external troubles, and is sitting on nothing. It is time to retreat to Chang'an in a hurry.
To seize this opportunity, of course, we must scare him well.
The Liangzhou Group is in a hurry to retreat, while the Guandong Group has its own ideas.
The Anping Army could not attack, and this mobilization of troops and horses consumed the originally small army rations, making it impossible to start a large-scale war.
The three major forces are afraid of each other, but in fact no one wants to fight.