Chapter 501 Farewell to the Imperial Father
The imperial capital became a river of blood overnight. All the officials and ministers who had been hostile to the Western Qin Dynasty were purged, and many people were involved.
Until the second day, the streets and alleys were still full of the smell of blood...
In the first year of the Great Zhou Shengong, it was the ninth day of the eleventh month, an auspicious day.
Sunny, cloudless.
Early morning.
The princes, Zongzheng and ministers of the Ministry of Rites of the Zhou royal family worshiped the Ancestral Temple on behalf of the emperor and completed the general etiquette process of the new emperor's enthronement.
As for the ruins of the palaces around the Tiantai, they were repaired in just three days with strong manpower, material resources and abundant materials.
Thousands of courtiers and generals of rank five or above in Beijing, led by Feng Sihu, Liu Guangshi, Tai Xun Gong, Su Wuji, Yu Siliu and others, dressed in neat court uniforms, lined up in all directions.
But his eyes were all looking in the direction of Zhentian Palace, with a complicated look on his face.
Two emperors died within a few days, and a new emperor was established. All the radical ministers in the Manchu Dynasty who targeted Western Qin were executed. His Highness, the King of Qin, was confused. What would happen in the future of this great week?
Just as the eighteen emperor's bells rang, Jiang Yuqing, dressed in a purple prince's robe, walked out, pulling the little emperor Ji Yu in a brand new dragon robe.
"Long live my emperor, long live long live!"
The courtiers immediately shouted long live the mountain, and the sound shook the imperial city.
"Uncle, I'm afraid!"
The little emperor Ji Yu was frightened by the loud shouts. He grabbed Xin Zhuo's generous palm and staggered. The twelve thorns on the emperor's crown shook left and right and he spoke timidly.
He has been told by his grandmother, mother and aunt that his uncle saved his life and that he will personally put him on the throne. Everything must be obeyed by his uncle.
“Don’t be afraid!”
Xin Zhuo said: “You have to remember that you are the emperor, the ruler of this world, you are the greatest! Also, you have to call yourself me! ”
“Oh...”
Ji Yu nodded as if he understood, raised his head and asked: "Will uncle always stay with me...me?"
"No, uncle is leaving, and I will have to rely on myself to take care of this country from now on. ”
"Woooo..."
"Don't cry. You are a man and an emperor. You have to learn to be strong. How can you be cowardly?"
"Well, I won't cry!"< br>
"Very good, remember, from now on you can't imitate your uncle and father who are so ambitious, let alone your aunt who does whatever it takes to achieve her goals and regards other people's lives as nothing!"
"Well, I imitate my uncle! ”
Xin Zhuo looked at the little emperor and Dazhou Qiyun who had just successfully sacrificed their souls in the moon-watching well. This child was extremely simple-minded. , still a clean piece of jade, couldn't help but look extremely complicated, and said: "You don't have to imitate uncle, uncle himself hasn't understood it yet, you just need to remember that from now on, if you cherish the people and the soldiers, you will be a wise king!"< br>
Ji Yu tilted his head: "I understand."
"Very good!"
Xinzhuo pulled him up to the altar and waved him to worship the sky.
Ji Yu was frightened again, and finally walked to the Kowloon incense burner and lit three sticks of incense. He had forgotten all the lines he had memorized in his mind all night. He turned back to look at his uncle. He had no instructions, so he had to After thinking for a while, he held up the incense and said, "I tell God, I will be a good emperor!" , and then was awakened by the sound of "Long live my emperor" from the mountains and the tsunami.
At this time, the little emperor Ji Yu suddenly turned around and knelt down respectfully towards him: "I, Ji Yu, worship my uncle Jiang Yuqing as my imperial father. I will be on par with the great Zhou Dynasty. I will receive incense in the world and live forever. Don’t disobey!”
Xin Zhuo frowned, wondering if the little emperor thought of it himself or someone secretly taught him?
I heard thousands of princes and ministers bowing down again: "I'll see you, Your Majesty!"
The shouts were deafening.
Xin Zhuo sighed softly, if you play like this, the Zhou royal family will be in trouble in the future, and I am afraid that I will not be able to justify not taking action.
Pull up the little emperor: "Let's go, come with me to worship the heroes of the Western Qin Dynasty!"
The Martyrs' Shrine of the Western Qin Dynasty is located on Baiwu Mountain, thirty miles south of the imperial city. Jiang Yuqing, the emperor, and all the ministers, surrounded by neat guards of honor and three thousand imperial guards, marched for several miles in a mighty manner.
People along the way gave way and then followed them spontaneously.
When we arrived at the foot of Baiwu Mountain, there were already hundreds of thousands of people following behind us, and they were so densely packed that we could see them.
Shui Qingliu, Feng Shuning, Li Xiyue, Murong Yunxi, Zong Xi, Lu Jiu and others were also among them. The fact that Jiang Yuqing returned and killed the ancestors of various sects was known to everyone in the capital, so they didn’t think so. Weird, or numb.
Jiang Yuqing, the eldest son of the Jiang family, the king of West Qin, the king of Qin, and the emperor, what has he been unable to do along the way? Who can't he kill? Who in the whole world doesn’t know him?
Being born in the same era as him is the tragedy of all genius warriors. Everyone is inevitably enveloped by his brilliance, which is helpless but hard not to admire!
Xin Zhuo led the young emperor and the minister to the top of the Baiwu Mountain, and saw a huge tomb surrounded by dozens of smaller tombs in front of him.
There are huge stone tablets erected in front of the tomb, which are filled with densely packed sacrificial words and the names of the generals and soldiers of the Western Qin Dynasty.
Jiang Hu, Jiang Yuxi, Jiang Shisan, Jiang Maner, Jiang Guyen, Yuchi Jun, Yuchi Shuowanlie, Yuchi Shuozhen, Tuoba Kedi, Lin Haotian, Tossing Kun, Tossing Jiao, Helian Sheng, Feng Sanbao, Sun Miaoer, Zhang Guangpu...
And millions of sons!
Xin Zhuo stood silently for a long time, feeling sour in his heart. The events in Western Qin gave him glory and martial arts, accompanied him on a long journey, and gave him great help. These many people, frankly In general, he is quite cute, with a temper and temperament unique to people in this world.
What a pity, fate plays tricks on people!
He took the royal wine from the hands of the imperial guards and poured four glasses, one to the Western Qin Army, one to the heroes, and one to the past. Then he raised the last glass: "The scenery here is good, close by Looking at the mountains and the imperial capital in the distance, it’s a pity that we are separated by Yin and Yang, so we can only meet again in the next life. I owe you all, and I will punish myself!”
I raised my glass and drank it all!
Then he walked to the huge wordless monument in the middle, used his finger as a knife, and carved a line of words:
"The heroic soul of the Western Qin Dynasty is respected by heaven and earth!"
The fingertips are bleeding, and the horoscopes are blood red!
Take three steps back and bow.
Behind him, the little emperor and all the ministers saluted.
After the ceremony, Duke Taixun and Yu Siliu suddenly came forward and paid homage with a solemn expression, looking sad: "Your Highness! I have done it before, but I have never found a chance to admit my mistake to you. I am willing to accept all punishments!"
Xin Zhuo looked at the two people silently for a while and then said: "The fate between monarch and minister is over. It's boring to talk too much, so I can do it for myself!"
He turned and walked into the distance, which was not the direction of the capital.
The little emperor became very dependent on him in a short period of time. It seemed that without the man in front of him, no one could be his elder anymore. He couldn't help but burst into tears and knelt down: "Your Majesty, please go. Are you there yet? Will you come back to see Yu'er?"
Xin Zhuo also didn't answer and walked further and further until he was out of sight.
“Send to the Emperor!”
The ministers and hundreds of thousands of people of the Manchu Dynasty saluted together.
In the past few years of conquests and this change, in the end Jiang Yuqing did not taint the slightest bit of imperial power, so she is worthy of the respect of the world and worthy of a special mention in the history books.
But for Xin Zhuo, if I let others comment on my merits and demerits in this mortal world, I will become a coward.
After descending from Yunwu Mountain, there were three carriages in front, with six or seven riders, pulling a large cauldron and gold and silver treasures. They had been waiting for a long time.
……
"Jiang Yuqing is gone. This kid is a smart man. It's a pity."
In a hidden and dark place, a hazy figure sat vaguely.
There was another person sitting cross-legged next to him, his breath was weak, and he said lightly: "The martial arts world that rotates once in a hundred thousand years is coming. He left. People like Ye Chen and Qin Wuji of the Four Sacred Mountains have no goals. Also, once the ancient monsters, prodigies, saints, saints, and the messy children of blood and destiny mentioned in ancient classics appear in the world, and there are no more people to take advantage of, how will the world fight? , but it’s hard to say!”
“Your focus is still on these few hundred years, the situation is too small, far inferior to Jiang Yuqing’s!”
The hazy figure laughed dryly: “Who knows? What will happen in the future? How and how did the legendary monsters appear?
Jiang Yuqing, who is only in the 18th realm, is really an ant. Who can deal with him? Who cares about him?
The Four Sacred Mountains, I and others are just a drop in the ocean.
Before the old man’s clone was destroyed by Jiang Yuqing, he never figured out the outcome of the changes in the stars and heaven and earth. "
Another person smiled bitterly and said: "It's better to be careful if you just live an ignoble existence...don't be like her! ”
(End of this chapter)