The banquet was held in the square in front of the North Palace.
The Han Dynasty adopted a food-sharing system. The ministers sat cross-legged. The small square tables in front of them were filled with all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, fine wines and delicacies. There were even beauties dancing in the middle. However, all the ministers could not taste the food.
Dong Zhuo's banquet concealed, no, revealed murderous intent.
Not far behind the ministers, there was a group of axe-hands with cold expressions and sharp blades.
The leader was none other than the ghost god Lu Bu, who was holding a Fangtian painted halberd, with a frosty face and murderous eyes.
"Everyone, drink and win!"
Dong Zhuo sat on the main table, and even the young emperor Liu Bian accompanied him. He stood up proudly, raised the wine cup high, and looked around. His eyes were as sharp as knives.
, swept across everyone’s face.
Under the cold light of the swords and axes, all the ministers felt the thorns on their backs. They all looked frightened and stood up with wine cups in their hands, smiling.
"Thank you Mr. Dong."
Most of the wealthy families are people who cherish their lives.
They all need to have a good meal.
When everyone goes out to hang out, they follow the rules. Even if they fight with each other, they usually show some mercy and won't kill them directly.
Although Dong Zhuo could barely be considered a relative (according to his attitude towards Emperor Xian, Dong Zhuo and the Queen Mother Dong, the biological mother of Emperor Ling, should be of the same race), his many years of border guarding experience in dealing with the Qiang and Hu made Dong Zhuo's behavior full of warlordism.
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To put it simply, Dong Zhuo never followed the rules when doing things.
"Everyone, I invite you to the banquet today mainly because His Majesty has something to announce."
Dong Zhuo drank all the wine in the cup and motioned for everyone to sit down, but he glanced at the young emperor beside him.
Liu Bian was originally sitting at the table. When he heard the voice, he stood up straight in a hurry, his mouth slightly opened, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time.
"Why, Your Majesty, what's the problem?"
Dong Zhuo glanced at Liu Bian sideways, and saw that he almost jumped up on the spot like a frightened rabbit when Dong Zhuo glared at him. His face was panicked, but he stumbled and opened his mouth.
"I, I was coerced by Zhang Rang... and Yuan Shao controlled the government... Fortunately, Dong Qing rescued me... and made Dong Zhuo the Grand Master."
Dong Zhuo stood up, raised his hands and followed the young emperor casually, his attitude was very arrogant, he clapped his hands gently again, and dozens of soldiers came forward, each holding a brocade box in their hands.
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"The Yuan family has four generations and three princes, but they do not care about the emperor's favor and dominate the court. A certain family cannot bear the humiliation of the royal family and has killed all the traitors of the Yuan family."
The soldiers opened the brocade box and saw that it was none other than Taifu Yuan Wei, one of the three princes.
These dozens of brocade boxes contain the mosaic-covered heads of dozens of relatives of the Yuan family in Luoyang City.
"Come here, please pass this traitor's head to your lords for circulation."
Dong Zhuo was seen stuffing a piece of barbecue into his mouth, with a cruel smile on his face.
The expressions of all the ministers present changed drastically.
This banquet was Dong Zhuo's Hongmen Banquet to demonstrate his thunderous skills. Naturally, all the ministers knew that the visitor was evil, so they each brought two or three generals and warriors to protect themselves.
It's just that the style of painting is slightly different when it comes to Cao Cao.
Others were just kittens, but Cao Cao brought in a total of 200 players, not counting those who were sitting in the banquet, seemingly drinking, but in fact they were guarding Cao Cao's well-thought-out Xiahou brothers.
The most amazing thing is that even if Cao Cao brought so many people in, Dong Zhuo would not be suspicious and would not stop them.
Ahem, this is a game after all, don't worry about these details.
As we all know, although the Fourth Natural Disaster is powerful in combat, it has always been a mess in terms of discipline.
Behind Cao Cao, it was like a noisy vegetable market. The two hundred players were whispering to each other, and they were talking wildly. But the amazing thing is that these players were chatting crazily, and even threatened to kill Dong Zhuo's family in their words, but the surrounding NPCs seemed like these
There is no general, there is no one to talk to them.
Assassination requires timing, and this timing has obviously not come yet.
The players can only be bored and talk to each other, watching the plot while passing the time.
For tasks like this, in order to prevent players from causing trouble on their own whims, the system usually sends players directly to the story mode to watch the show. However, there were really too many people participating in the task this time, so the dog planners simply restricted the players' ability to move.
, and blocked the voices of these people.
In the eyes of NPCs, players are like a group of clowns performing pantomime.
"Dong Zhuo is a bit fierce, Oli!"
"gkdgkd, when will this plot end? My sword is already thirsty."
"The mosaic is like this, who knows who it is? Are you serious about breaking the game?"
"Nonsense, don't you know that people can't bleed? Besides, the game codes us, but others don't code NPCs."
"Oh, yes..."
The players kept chattering, but it did not affect the progress of the plot.
The Han Dynasty promoted Confucianism, and most of these ministers were Confucian scholars.
Dong Zhuo summoned everyone to come, just to intimidate the ministers with swords and establish authority, but he also believed that in Confucianism, there is a saying of sacrificing one's life for righteousness. As the saying goes, "the people are not afraid of death, but how can they be afraid of death?" The Yuan family was losing their lives.
, but it aroused the bloody passion of several Confucian scholars.
A minister dressed as a scribe stood up, pointed his finger at Dong Zhuo, and began to curse.
"Thief Dong, you have harmed Zhongliang! You are Zhao Gao of Qin! You will be punished by heaven!"
"You have slandered and tyrannized power, bullied the superiors and oppressed the inferiors, formed cliques for personal gain, and fought against dissidents with the same party. You are a traitor to the country in this world!"
I saw that Dong Zhuo was enjoying the wine as much as he could. He took a sip of wine. The next second, a flash of sword light flashed through. The great head of the scribe and minister was split into two parts, and blood spurted out more than ten feet high.
But it spread to the surrounding ministers one after another.
But I saw the swordsman walking up at some point and dragging the headless corpse down.
"Very good. A certain family appreciates ministers who are outspoken and good at admonishing. Who else is there?"
"Your Majesty is wise! Master Dong is wise!"
This is indeed the Hongmen Banquet, but it is not for killing people, at least not for killing everyone.
Dong Zhuo just wanted to tell the civil and military officials who was in charge of the court now.
It doesn't matter what position the unknown scribe just held, what's important is that Dong Zhuo used his head to establish his authority.
Among the crowd, someone suddenly walked out from behind the square table and fell to the ground on the spot. The first person to express his stance was Henan Yin Wangyun.
"Wang Yun! How dare you!"
Seeing the crowd, a handsome middle-aged man was furious and threw the wine glass in his hand at Wang Yun who was lying on the ground. But it was his old friend from the previous version, Shangshu Lu Zhi.
Lu Zhi was an upright gentleman. Seeing that Dong Zhuo was acting so recklessly, he could no longer hold himself back. Also seeing that Wang Yun was flattering Dong Zhuo, he immediately did not care about the weapons behind him. He pulled out the sword from his waist and was about to attack him.
Then kill Wang Yun!
"when!"
But all they saw was a Fangtian Painted Halberd that arrived first and held the sword on the spot. It was the ghost god Lu Bu who took action.
Lu Bu's martial arts skills were far beyond what Lu Zhi could compete with. With a slight lift of his halberd, he flew the sword directly. The next second, Fang Tian's painted halberd directly pressed on Lu Zhi's shoulder.
"Very good, another direct minister, great! A certain family will help you!"
I saw Dong Zhuo raising the [Rakshasa] in his hand and slowly walking towards Lu Zhi. Lu Zhi was holding his neck, as if he wanted to kill or cut him into pieces.