第18部分(第5/7 页)

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He　asked　what　children　Sun　Jian　had　left；　and　when　they　told　him　the　eldest　was　but　seventeen；　he　dismissed　all　anxiety　from　his　thoughts。

From　this　time　forward　his　arrogance　and　domineering　spirit　waxed　worse　and　worse。　He　styled　himself　〃Imperial　Rector；〃　a　name　full　of　honor；　and　in　all　his　behavior　aped　imperial　state。　He　created　his　younger　brother；　Dong　Min；　Lord　of　Huazhou　and　made　him　mander　of　the　Left　Army。　A　nephew；　Dong　Huang；　was　made　Court　Counselor　and　placed　in　mand　of　the　Palace　Guard；　and　everyone　of　his　clan；　young　or　old；　was　ennobled。　Eighty　miles　from　the　capital　Dong　Zhuo　laid　out　a　city　called　Meiwo；　an　exact　replica　of　Changan；　with　its　palaces；　granaries；　treasuries；　and　magazines；　and　employed　a　quarter　of　a　million　people　to　build　it。　Here　he　accumulated　supplies　sufficient　for　twenty　years。　He　selected　eight　hundred　of　the　most　beautiful　maidens　and　sent　them　to　dwell　in　his　new　city。　The　stores　of　wealth　in　every　form　were　incalculable。　All　his　family　and　retainers　found　quarters　in　this　new　city。

Dong　Zhuo　visited　his　city　at　intervals　of　a　month　or　so；　and　every　visit　was　like　an　imperial　progress；　with　booths　by　the　roadside　to　refresh　the　officials　and　courtiers　who　attended　him　to　the　northwest　Royal　Gate　and　saw　him　start。

On　one　occasion　Dong　Zhuo　spread　a　great　feast　for　all　those　assembled　to　witness　his　departure；　and　while　it　was　in　progress；　there　arrived　a　large　number　of　rebels　from　the　north　who　had　voluntarily　surrendered。　The　tyrant　had　them　brought　before　him　as　he　sat　at　table　and　meted　out　to　them　wanton　cruelties。　The　hands　of　this　one　were　lopped　off；　the　feet　of　that；　one　had　his　eyes　gouged　out；　another　lost　his　tongue。　Some　were　boiled　to　death。　Shrieks　of　agony　arose　to　the　very　h