When Dong Zhuo entered Luoyang, he asked the young emperor and King Chenliu to ride in the same carriage, while he sat in the middle and swaggered through the city. I rode my horse and squeezed over: Dad, if you enter the city like this, everyone in the court tomorrow will know that you want to be the emperor. He glared at me: I am happy with it. I lowered my voice: But King Chenliu is only eleven years old. If you really help him up, he will hate you for the rest of his life - why not throw him out of the car now and let the young emperor sit back, and say to the public that this is to test the reaction of the ministers. Dong Zhuo stared at me for three breaths and suddenly laughed: What a boy! He slapped me on the shoulder: Then who should lead King Chenliu? I glanced at the young captain named Lu Bu on the side of the road: Let Feng carry him away first - you will take him in as your adopted son sooner or later anyway.
