Three days before he ascended the throne, Liu Bian picked up a piece of broken iron.
When Shi Changshi rebelled, he clutched the piece of iron and fled for his life. On the way to welcome the emperor back, the ministers bumped into Dong Zhuo's cavalry.
"Your Majesty, please show the power of Heaven!" Dong Zhuo smiled ferociously, and behind him the Xiliang army shot into the sky with murderous intent.
The young man suddenly heard Tie Pian whispering: "Do you want to live? Call 'Dragon Come'."
Liu Bian spoke subconsciously, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed color, dragon roar shook the field, and the five-clawed golden dragon entrenched the sky.
Dong Zhuo's horses knelt on the ground in shock, and the 300,000 Xiliang army weapons were thrown away.
At night the candle shadow in the army tent was shaking, and a tiny dragon shadow was wandering on the fingertips of the young emperor.
"Xiangguo, do you think it's the dragon's chair that's hot or the Gu's palms that are hot?"
He smiled and pressed Dong Zhuo's token into the bronze case: "From now on, the Xiliang army's surname will be Liu."
Blood suddenly seeped out from the beams and pillars of the Bronze Bird Platform, and incantations appeared on the bamboo slips on Yuan Wei's sleeves.
Liu Bian stroked the iron piece around his waist and sneered: This court demon is much more interesting than Xiliang Daoguang.
————The previous climax, the middle part can be skipped starting from Chapter 55
