"I don't think this disease will be fatal, at least no one has died because of this disease now, and the disease of those who left Chang'an has not been alleviated a little, and it has also infected some people outside, so this is an infectious disease, not a punishment from God, even if you leave Chang'an, you will not be cured." Li Ru explained in detail.

"I see, is there a countermeasure to the matter of Diao Chan?"

"Give her to Lu Bu." A sneer appeared at the corner of Li Ru's mouth.

"Wouldn't that hurt my son Lu Bu?" Dong Zhuo pondered.

"Father-in-law's words are wrong, his surname is Lu, your surname is Dong, what kind of father and son is this, and he knows that Diao Chan is your favorite concubine and dares to flirt, what kind of father-son relationship, and this Lu Bu is insatiable and unkind, and he killed his godfather Ding Yuan in order to please you, in case one day others promise him greater fame, won't he attack you?"

"What Xianxu said is reasonable, I'll go to Diao Chan to discuss marrying her to Lu Bu." Dong Zhuo decided to come to the lotus pond in the future, and when he saw where Diao Chan was still playing in the sand, he thought; "How can this Diao Chan be like a three-year-old child, playing in the sand for days without feeling bored?"

"The fairy is so interested." Dong Zhuo said with a smile.

"Why do you want to come and play with you?" Diao Chan rubbed his sandy hands and said.

"Don't." Dong Zhuo didn't want to play such a childish game; "I'm here to tell the fairy good news."

"What's the good news? It can't be about Lu Bu, right? If it's about Lu Bu, don't say it, I'll annoy him." Diao Chan said categorically.

"Ah, Lu Bu is a handsome person with strong martial arts."

"I said don't mention Lu Bu, you're deaf." Diao Chan pointed at Dong Zhuo and scolded.

"......" Dong Zhuo was speechless and left with a big straw bale belly, and he became even more superstitious about the identity of the Diao Chan Fairy, this Diao Chan can still be unpredictable, and she knows what I want to say before I open my mouth.

Diao Chan looked at the back of Dong Zhuo leaving and thought; "If you want to drive me away, no way, don't you know what it means to invite God and send God?"

The weather is very sunny in the late autumn night, there is not a trace of breeze, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, shining on the quiet world below, although the light of the crescent moon is much inferior to the full moon, but those stars still keep blinking, as if it has become a habit to see the moon and wink, or respect for the moon, even if the moon today has become sickle-like.

It's late at night, the birds on the trees have also rested, and the crickets have stopped singing, it should be hibernating, there is no wind, no birds, no insects, but the night of Chang'an is not completely silent, there will be coughing sounds from time to time in all kinds of buildings, some people cough and can't fall asleep and go to the yard to look at the sky, pray to the sky, and ask those gods in the sky to let go of these innocent people in Chang'an.

At last their prayer worked, and they saw a shining old fairy appear at the upper mouth of the west gate, the old fairy was more than two meters high, stepping on the colorful lotus platform, and the colorful lotus platform was also crystal bright, colorful, flashing with mysterious and sacred light, flying at an altitude of about twenty meters, and was fluttering towards the city, and the people who saw this scene shouted loudly; "Everyone, get up and see, the gods have appeared."

As soon as this person shouted, he got up and several people came out to see, and these people continued to shout when they saw it, and dozens of people came out, and then the people in the entire Xicheng District got up, and they admired the demeanor of the immortals, while silently praying in their hearts that the disease would pass quickly.

But seeing that the old fairy shining in the air stretched out his hands as if he was holding an official who announced the holy decree, and the holy decree in his hand was still written downward, and the handwriting was shining, and those with good eyes below could see the content of the holy decree, "Decree to make up for the king of heaven and sacrifice himself to save Chang'an." ”

This immortal who passed the decree did not fall until the Prime Minister's Mansion, and then went straight to the sky, gradually getting smaller and smaller and became a point of light, and then flew out of people's sight.

"The immortal is going to the Prime Minister's Mansion to deliver the decree."

"Could it be that Dong Zhuo is the Heavenly Replenishing King of the Immortal Realm, how is this possible?"

|“ I think it's possible, otherwise how could this brave and resourceless person get to where he is today. ”

"But his wife is so cruel that she simply treats human life like a mustard."

"People are immortals, of course they don't take mortal lives in their eyes."

The common people have a lot of discussions, all kinds of theories, maybe most people still believe that Dong Zhuo is the king of mending heaven, he can save the people of Chang'an, so early in the morning, countless people knelt in front of the door of the prime minister's mansion, asking the king to save their lives, but the prime minister's house, which should have been opened on weekdays, was closed and there was no movement.

Dong Zhuo was anxious like an ant on a hot pot at this time, and asked the next person over and over again if the people outside the door had gone, but the next person reported more and more each time, and the last time he reported that there were fifty or sixty thousand people, kneeling from the front of the Prime Minister's Mansion to the turn of the left and right intersections, if these people besieged the Prime Minister's Mansion, Dong Zhuo would be easier to deal with, just find some soldiers to disperse, but where these people knelt is not easy to deal with, there is no reason to beat them, and he can't go out yet.

"Master, or you can save them." The housekeeper said.

"Slap" Dong Zhuo stepped forward and was a slap; "If I could save it, how could I be in such a hurry."

"But the old immortal ......" The housekeeper wanted to say that the shiny old immortal last night obviously landed in our prime minister's mansion, but when he saw Dong Zhuo's murderous eyes, he didn't dare to say anything.

"Report, the emperor led hundreds of civil and military officials to drive to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"The mouths of the people are golden, and the words of the people are terrible, hey." Dong Zhuo sighed and hurried to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion to greet the holy driver.

"See the Emperor." As soon as Dong Zhuo wanted to salute, Emperor Han Xian grabbed him; "Taishi is a person in the fairy world, so he doesn't have to perform this mortal ceremony."

"The Emperor's ......"

"What is the matter with me here, the Taishi should know, please read the feelings of the monarch and the ministers, and quickly save the people from hanging, cough cough" Emperor Han Xian said in a sincere tone.

"Your Majesty, I can't save it, ahem." Dong Zhuo's old face was flushed,

"Why?" Emperor Han Xian asked.

"Ahem, Weichen is not the king of mending heaven?"

"You're not the King of Heaven," Emperor Han Xian asked in surprise.

"How dare I deceive the emperor, cough cough,"

"Then last night's decree immortal official fell in the Prime Minister's Mansion." Emperor Han Xian asked.

"But there is such a thing, but I am really not the one who receives the order." Dong Zhuo said with a sad face.

"Your Majesty, Weichen believes what the Taishi said, he is indeed not the king of mending heaven." It was the squire Cai Yong who spoke, Cai Yong and Dong Zhuo had a very good relationship, and today when Dong Zhuo vigorously denied that he was the king of mending heaven, he immediately helped Dong Zhuo defend himself.

"What do you say?" Emperor Han Xian asked.