The revival of the Han Dynasty must start with Dong Zhuo

Chapter 143 Volume
Chang'an, Weiyang Palace.

The wind is howling and people are running wildly.

"Master, there is one more lap! The last lap!"

Liu Xie and Dong Zhuo were running against the strong wind, and Liu Xie was trying to cheer Dong Zhuo up on the side.

Dong Zhuo gasped, "Your Majesty! You said the last lap was the last lap."

"Really? I don't remember."

The most difficult winter has finally passed, but nothing has gotten better.

Last winter, there was no heavy snow in Guanzhong, which means that the drought in Guanzhong last year will inevitably continue this year.

In spring, the wind is howling wildly, and there is no sign of revival of all things.

Dong Zhuo's health was equally bad.

After the conquest of Hedong, Dong Zhuo became a little thinner.

I didn't expect that after a winter, the lost flesh had grown back without me noticing!
although,

Although the fat belly felt better to touch, Liu Xie still took Dong Zhuo out for exercise without hesitation.

"No! I can't run anymore!"

Although the weather was very cold, the sweat on Dong Zhuo's face did not stop, dripping onto the ground like rain.

"Master! Work hard! Your health is the most important! Only when you have enough energy can you achieve great things like the Duke of Zhou!!!"

Dong Zhuo curled his lips, indicating that he would not eat the pie drawn by the emperor anymore.

"Grandmaster! Stand up! Lord Weiyang is getting married soon! Don't you want to maintain your youthful appearance when she gets married, so that Lord Weiyang's eyes will light up?"

Dong Zhuo hesitated, and obviously began to seriously consider Dong Bai's feelings.

But his steps were getting heavier and heavier, and he was about to stop completely.

"Grandmaster! I remember that the child is about to be born! Do you want him to see you like this from the moment he is born? Does the Grandmaster want to disappoint his own offspring?"

child!

Dong Zhuo couldn't imagine that he would always be engraved in this image in his children's minds!
Dong Bai had at least seen himself when he was young and knew what he looked like in the past.

But what about the child who was just born? Does he know?
If he thought that his father had always been this fat, it would be a disaster!

"hateful!"

His weak legs became strong again, and his hollowed-out body suddenly surged with power, driving Dong Zhuo forward!!!

"Master! Beautiful!"

Liu Xie silently slowed down and stopped, looking at Dong Zhuo who was riding far away with satisfaction.

After running around the Weiyang Palace again, Dong Zhuo was already out of strength and almost fell to the ground.

It was Liu Xie who quickly stepped forward to hold him up, thus preventing Dong Zhuo from falling.

Dong Zhuo looked resentful at this moment: "Your Majesty, where are you?"

"Haha, Master, don't worry about these details!"

Liu Xie helped the limping Dong Zhuo to the palace, laid him down on the bed, and let him lie down.

Touching Dong Zhuo's abdomen, Dong Zhuo was full of expectation: "How is it? Have you lost some weight?"

Although the hand still had the same feeling as if she was pregnant for ten months, and was no different from usual, Liu Xie still said against his conscience: "I have lost a lot of weight! As long as the Grand Master insists, I will definitely lose weight after the baby is born!"

Dong Zhuo smiled immediately after hearing this: "Good! Good!"

"Someone! Bring more meat!"

You must eat enough, otherwise how can you have the energy to lose weight?
Cold weather plus a pot of steaming hot pot is a delicacy that even gods can hardly find.

Dong Zhuo threw the mutton into the pot and dipped it in it casually. Soon he was enjoying it.

The only pity is that although Liu Xie allowed Dong Zhuo to eat meat, he did not allow him to drink soup.

In such bone-chilling weather, how can we live without a bowl of hot mutton soup?
Dong Zhuo was unwilling to give up and wanted to secretly serve himself a bowl of mutton soup for hot pot, but Liu Xie snatched it away directly.

"This is a very nutritious food, so Master, please don't eat it."

After saying that, Liu Xie silently drank the whole bowl of mutton soup under Dong Zhuo's murderous eyes...

"belch!"

The burp after drinking the mutton soup made Dong Zhuo clench his fists: "Just one bowl!"

"No!"

“Half a bowl!”

"..."

Liu Xie pondered for a while and shook his head.

"Grandmaster, please bear with it. This year, the disaster in Guanzhong continues. Ordinary people can't even drink a bowl of hot soup, let alone mutton soup. We are lucky to be able to eat meat. How can we be greedy for more?"

Dong Zhuo gnashed his teeth and said, "Then why did your majesty drink?"

Liu Xie said pitifully: "Grand Master will soon become my Taishan. Shouldn't Taishan be more considerate of his son-in-law?"

……

The emperor had said all the good things, and Dong Zhuo himself didn't know how to respond.

"What does it have to do with me, the people in Guanzhong, that they can't drink mutton soup?"

As he said this, Dong Zhuo was about to snatch the spoon from Liu Xie's hand, wanting to scoop a bowl for himself.

"Why doesn't it matter?"

Liu Xie evaded the question and said, "As meat eaters, we should share the joys and sorrows with the common people."

"The Grand Master has lost his appetite for the sake of the people. If this matter gets out, it can still be regarded as the Grand Master's kindness!"

Dong Zhuo insisted: "If you don't drink the mutton soup, does that mean you share the joys and sorrows with the people?"

"Of course."

A little bit of acting by big shots is enough to make ordinary people grateful.

It's a pity that Dong Zhuo really didn't even bother to act. He just felt that this matter was too hypocritical, so he was willing to pretend and put himself in a difficult position in this matter.

Liu Xie took the opportunity to gulp down the mutton soup: "In any case, many people have a hard time this year. The Grand Tutor should live a simple life and show his benevolence!"

Seeing that he failed to grab the soup, Dong Zhuo folded his fists across his chest, and was obviously a little angry: "What's the point of showing kindness? Can these people give me one more bowl of mutton soup?"

Now Dong Zhuo is completely at odds with Yang Tang.

After Liu Xie finished drinking the mutton soup in his bowl, he ran to the table and took away the small pot used to cook the mutton.

"With the current market conditions, it may be difficult to get the people to supply the Grand Tutor with mutton soup. But if the Grand Tutor is willing to show his kindness and save the people from danger, perhaps the people in Guanzhong will build a shrine for him and worship him!"

Build a shrine?

Dong Zhuo finally heard something that attracted him as much as mutton soup.

"Your Majesty, you are joking. How great a feat must one have to have the people build a shrine for him? Even Xiao He and Deng Yu in the past could not receive such respect, right?"

How could Dong Zhuo accomplish something that the prime minister of the early Han Dynasty and the great sage who was the leader of the twenty-eight generals of Yuntai had not been able to do?
Liu Xie served himself another bowl and slurped it.

"How is it impossible?"

"People are having a hard time these days. If we can show a little kindness to help them get through this year, that would be a great kindness."

"Giving timely assistance is always better than adding icing on the cake."

"If you show kindness and justice in a peaceful and prosperous era, the people will naturally not be too grateful. But if you show kindness in a bad year like this, just a little bit of grace will be enough for the people to build a shrine for the Grand Master."

As he spoke, Liu Xie also started a situational role-playing.

"Taishi, think about this. If in the future, Taishi and his descendants were walking to the outskirts of the city and suddenly saw an ancestral hall, what would happen?"

Liu Xie raised his voice and said, "There is a temple here! Go in and offer sacrifices for good luck!"

"At this time, the Grand Master silently twisted his beard and said to the child beside him - you can't go in, this is your father's ancestral temple! How can you worship yourself?"

He raised his throat again——

"What? What? It's actually my father's ancestral temple? The people would spontaneously build a ancestral temple for my father? My father is really amazing!!!"

The voice returned to normal, and Liu Xie said seriously: "So, what do you think, Grand Master?"

Dong Zhuo's hand had already landed on his beard without him noticing...

"good!"

Dong Zhuo did not care what ordinary people thought of him, or whether they were willing to worship him or build a shrine for him.

But Dong Zhuo cares about his children!
Dong Zhuo couldn't help but tremble all over when he thought that his children would be able to see his ancestral temple at any time when they traveled in Guanzhong in the future.

"Good! Good!"

Dong Zhuo was eager to start construction right away and build his own clay statue outside.

However, this thing obviously needs to be built by the people on their own initiative.

If you do it yourself, not only will you fail to protect your descendants and make them proud, but you will bring shame to them.

"Your Majesty, please tell me, how can we get the people to build a shrine?"

Liu Xie stroked his chin and said, "I heard Jia Xu say a few days ago that Guanzhong has been frugal this year. I am afraid that the grain reserved and traded will not be enough to tide over the difficulties."

"If someone could donate some money and food to the court at this time, that would be great."

Blink, blink.

Liu Xie glanced at Dong Zhuo as if nothing had happened.

……

Dong Zhuo was still cautious after all: "How much money and food do you need?"

"A few tens of thousands of gold and a hundred thousand grains will do."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Dong Zhuo was nearly choked.

How many? !
Tens of thousands of gold? Hundreds of thousands of grains!
Seeing that Dong Zhuo seemed to be about to go berserk, Liu Xie raised his voice again: "Doesn't the Grand Master want his descendants to see his father's ancestral temple?"

"For a child, no matter how much money he has, how can it compare to his father's ancestral temple?"

"..."

Dong Zhuo bit his lip, obviously still trying to make a decision.

Liu Xie sighed aside——

"What a child wants most is probably a wise and powerful father, right?"

"Even I, the emperor, cannot worship my father's ancestral temple due to misfortune. But some children can see their father's ancestral temple. How lucky is that child!"

“Ah~~~~”

The final long sigh made Dong Zhuo unable to bear it anymore.

"Even if there is money and grain in Meiwu, I'm afraid there won't be that much!"

"But if it's a thousand gold or a few thousand dan of grain, it's not impossible to give it out..."

"On behalf of the people of the Han Dynasty, I thank the Grand Tutor!"

Liu Xie said happily: "I will let Yang Biao and his people praise the benevolence of the Grand Tutor. When the people hear about it, they will definitely build a shrine for the Grand Tutor!"

and many more?

Do we still need Yang Biao and his group to promote our reputation?
If that's the case, wouldn't it be enough to just force them to promote their reputation? Why do they need to donate real money and food?

As expected, it’s Dong Zhuo!
I realized the true meaning of fame in an instant!
However, the person sitting opposite him was the emperor, so Dong Zhuo obviously couldn't deny his debt.

"The amount of money and food donated by the Grand Tutor has also solved Jia Lingjun's urgent need. He has been hanging around me every day these days, and I am almost annoyed to death!"

Dong Zhuo then realized why the emperor wanted him to fund the construction of the ancestral temple... Ugh! It was to help the people.

Liu Xie drank the last bit of mutton soup in the bowl and said, "Grand Master, Xun You's uncle Xun Yu just arrived in Chang'an the day before yesterday. Grand Master, would you like to go and meet him?"

Xun Yu?
Dong Zhuo had heard of this man's reputation.

If it were in the past, Dong Zhuo would definitely go to meet him.

But now, Dong Zhuo's mind was all on his child who was about to get into trouble. Let alone Xun Yu, even if Confucius came to Guanzhong, Dong Zhuo was too lazy to meet him!
"I will not go. I have to visit Fengxian's mansion today. According to the doctor's diagnosis, the baby is due soon, but it will be in the next few days. I dare not leave for a moment."

Seeing Dong Zhuo like this, Liu Xie couldn't force him to see Xun Yu, so he could only leave alone.

"Then the Grand Master can do as he pleases."

Seeing the emperor leave, Dong Zhuo walked around twice, then immediately grabbed the spoon and walked to the small pot of hot pot.

"Where's the soup?"

There was originally a full pot of mutton soup, but Liu Xie drank it all up!

Dong Zhuo was furious, and yelled at the waiter beside him: "Go and serve me some more mutton soup."

The servants and palace maids did not move at all.

"Are you all deaf?"

Seeing that no one moved, Dong Zhuo became even more angry!
At this time, a waiter came to Dong Zhuo trembling with fear and said, "Grandmaster, His Majesty has said that the palace will never give Grandmaster special treatment in the future."

"Your Majesty also said that if the Grand Tutor refuses to listen, he should go and call Lord Weiyang and ask him to persuade the Grand Tutor..."

Dong Zhuo's cheeks trembled.

Your Majesty...you are so cruel!

I feel a little exhausted.

Although Dong Zhuo still wanted to drink a bowl of hot mutton soup, when he thought of Dong Bai and his unborn child, he finally endured it!
"When I become thin, I will eat a sheep every day!"

Outside the palace, Liu Xie actually didn't go far.

Only after confirming that Dong Zhuo had left and had not committed adultery in the palace did Liu Xie breathe a sigh of relief and head to the Secretariat.

When Jia Xu heard that the emperor was coming, he took everyone from the Secretariat out to welcome him.

Among them was Xun Yu, who had just arrived.

Liu Xie was welcomed into the palace, and Jia Xu took the opportunity to tell the emperor about the situation in Guandong.

For example, Yuan Shao killed Ju Yi, and Cao Cao beat Yuan Shu all the way...

But after just a few words, he was interrupted by Liu Xie: "We can talk about these things later. Wenhe can first report the recent situation in Guanzhong."

Liu Xie's words did not surprise everyone in the Secretariat, as they were apparently used to it.

However, Xun Yu, who had just arrived, suddenly had his eyes light up——

"I don't care about the rivalry between the princes in Kanto, but I'm more concerned about the livelihood of the people under the rule of the imperial court."

"It is indeed a great fortune for the people of Guanzhong to have such an emperor!"

For a moment, Xun Yu was full of anticipation and curiosity about the emperor in front of him.

Although he had just arrived in Guanzhong, Xun Yu knew clearly that the reason why Guanzhong was so different and why Dong Zhuo could suddenly issue benevolent policies were all related to the emperor in front of him!
Now that the emperor is right before his eyes, how could he not be eager?

And Liu Xie did not let Xun Yu wait too long.

After listening to Jia Xu's report, Liu Xie cast his eyes on Xun Yu, a stranger.

"Are you Xun Yu, Xun Wenruo?"

(End of this chapter)