Dong Zhuo is not Dong Zhuo, although his father always quoted classics to educate him not to imitate his ancestor Dong Zhuo.
Dong Zhuo, alas! Dong Zhuo knows! Isn't he the fat guy who was used as a candle for three days and three nights?
Damn it, so why do I want to dress like him?
Dong Zhuo burst into tears.
Well, now that you're here, you can't come in vain! It's not like Liu Bei can do it alone!
It's not impossible to clear your name or something!
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Small theater:
Dong Zhuo called a small yellow doorman next to him, pointed at the emperor who was on the swing, and asked: "Do you feel that... The emperor seems to have grown?"
Xiao Huangmen struggled for a while and replied in fear: "Did the Prime Minister say... Horizontally or vertically?"
"..." Dong Zhuo: "Together."
"The Emperor seems... To have grown a little." Xiao Huangmen said cautiously.
Small theater:
"Prime Minister, Your Majesty said he didn't have enough to eat."
"Royal dining room."
"Prime Minister, Your Majesty said he didn't have enough to eat."
"I told you, the imperial dining room!"
"Prime Minister, Your Majesty said he... Didn't have enough to eat last night."
"... Damn it, let him die! The wings are stiff and you're trying to make him grow longer!"
"No."
"..."
Please try to read this article as a fiction. The author's history is useless, and the trolls will lightly spray it. It will be very troublesome to do laundry.
The age of Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty here is three years older than in history. Dong Zhuo's birth year is unknown, but he should not be too young, so he is eight years younger. Well, that's it.
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Emmmm This article was written when I was sixteen. The copywriting is seriously inconsistent with the main text.
Hhhhh I still like to shake my baggage
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