Outside Nuwa Palace, there were many troops.
Emperor Xin was in front, followed closely by King Wucheng Huang Feihu and Prime Minister Shang Rong, leading all the officials into the palace.
The palace is extremely gorgeous, with golden boys and girls holding good wishes in their hands to greet them, lingering purple mist spreading hazily in the air, dragons and phoenixes hovering, and various auspicious scenes competing to appear.
"Is Gu probably the most tired king?"
Di Xin was only slightly surprised by such a gorgeous scene, but said to Shang Rong helplessly:
"These things were obviously done by Da Zhu."
Shang Rong bowed and said:
"National affairs are important to the army and are being worshiped. Now the great blessing is sleeping and yet to wake up. In terms of status, only the king is qualified to offer incense to Empress Nuwa on behalf of the great merchant. It should be noted that Empress Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the human race..."
"Okay, you have already mentioned Nuwa's achievements in court. I respect her very much."
Di Xin waved his hand and walked towards the statue of Nuwa which was covered by the curtain.
"The Grand Master is on an expedition to Beihai. After entering Xiang, please remember to send someone to report the battle. Yuan Futong is nothing to worry about, but Beihai is a place where monsters gather, and there is a risk of changes."
"yes."
Just when Di Xin was about to offer incense, a fat man appeared quietly from the shadows in the corner of the hall.
No one noticed his arrival, not even the pair of extremely spiritual golden boys and girls.
He looked at Di Xin as if he were a domestic animal, sneered and made a magic trick.
A strong wind blew up, the silver candles swayed, the curtains flew, and the statue of Nuwa appeared in front of Emperor Xin.
His eyes were instantly covered with mist, and his soul wandered.
It was obviously just a beautifully carved stone statue, but in his eyes it turned into a peerless beauty, with a swaying figure and a springy face.
The full-blooded Di Xin was fascinated by the sight, and an evil fire rose up in his belly, which made him confused and murmured:
"I think I am the emperor, but there is no such stunning beauty in the harem..."
The beauty gradually disappeared and returned to a rigid stone statue.
This contrast made Di Xin feel lost. He said to the attendant without looking back:
"Bring me a pen."
Everyone had no objection to this, after all, they had no idea how terrifying Di Xin would do next.
"The scenery in Feng Luan Bao's tent is very..."
Shang Rong read the first sentence Di Xin wrote on the wall and couldn't help nodding in admiration:
"Your Majesty is very talented in literature, and the beauty of Nuwa Palace is indeed..."
"Di Xin! Stop!"
Before he finished speaking, a sharp shout sounded in the hall.
Huang Feihu frowned, turned towards the source of the sound, and shouted:
"presumptuous!"
"You are presumptuous!"
The angry Baiyao rushed into Nuwa Palace, but the three thousand troops outside knelt down and did not dare to stop him.
In the sight of the ministers, he glared at Huang Feihu and said:
"Open your eyes and see who I am!"
Huang Feihu hadn't noticed the abnormality of the troops outside. He had a rough and arrogant personality and sneered, "What kind of bastard are you..."
"Shut up!"
Shang Rong looked horrified and stepped on Huang Feihu's instep. As a member of the royal family and a veteran of three dynasties, he recognized who this bold young man was at a glance.
He was still very young at that time and witnessed a shocking sacrifice...
"Congratulations!"
The merchant nodded and bowed.
In the Shang Dynasty pantheon, in addition to the former kings who could become gods after their death, ministers who had made significant contributions to the country could also become gods after their death.
But there is a prerequisite for becoming a god. Only after death can Da Zhu lead the way through a series of rituals, can the deceased enter the ranks of gods.
Shang Rong may not disdain the practice of becoming an immortal, but he is very obsessed with the fact that he still has the opportunity to protect Dashang after death.
In short, he dreamed of entering the ancestral temple.
Moreover, Da Zhu himself is the incarnation of ancestors, sects and gods in the human world. Seeing him is equivalent to meeting the ancestors. Disrespecting the ancestors is a death penalty in Dashang!
"Big...big wishes!"
Huang Feihu's pupils tightened. As a relative of the emperor, he naturally knew the status of Da Zhu in the hearts of the people of the Shang Dynasty, especially the royal family. He suddenly broke out in cold sweat, knelt on the ground and shouted:
"Bless you for your sins!"
Even if the civil and military officials reacted slowly, they still knew the identity of the young man at this moment.
"Best wishes -"
Everyone paid their respects in unison, for fear of being a step too late, and no one even observed whether Di Xin's face was happy.
There is no power struggle between King Shang and Da Zhu. One is in charge of the human world and the other is in charge of ghosts and gods. This was decided upon the founding of the country.
No Shang King can get the response from the ancestors, and no Da Zhu can get the recognition of the Human Emperor Sword.
Even the golden boy and girl came up with Ruyi in their hands and bowed:
"The King of Shang and Da Zhu came to the Nuwa Palace together, which fully shows the respect that the Shang has for the Nuwa Empress. I wish the Shang a long life."
Only Di Xin turned his back to everyone and prepared to write the second line of poetry on the wall.
Baiyao ignored no one, went straight forward and grabbed the pen from Di Xin's hand, and while he was just writing the beginning of the obscene poem, he shouted loudly:
"Your Majesty! Do you want to be the king of subjugation?!"
"Who are you?"
Di Xin's face was blank. He had grown up in the palace, but he didn't recognize the young man who had been sitting in the ancestral temple for decades.
He suddenly smiled, and without even asking about Baiyao's identity, he said indifferently:
"The Great Shang Dynasty is at its peak, with a great master in literature and a king in military affairs. How can I be the king of the country?"
Seeing his dull expression, Baiyao immediately looked at Huang Feihu and said viciously:
"Are you Huang Feihu? How did you protect him! You don't even know that there is a demon who has obsessed the king's mind!"
magician?
Where did the monster come from?
Huang Feihu broke out in a cold sweat, this was the Nuwa Palace, what kind of monster would dare to commit trouble here...
"I will investigate immediately!"
Baiyao sneered in his heart. If the real Emperor Xin was not insane, then there must be a saint behind this incident. If he could find out, there would be a ghost.
Now he has stopped Emperor Xin from writing poems to blaspheme Nuwa, and the reason why he is deliberately alarming is so that he can later intervene in court affairs in the name of searching for monsters.
Becoming a god is not a simple change of dynasty. It is a saint who wants to destroy Shang and send people to the list of gods. If it doesn't happen today, there will definitely be ways in the future.
He could not expect Di Xin to be a wise monarch.
If necessary, he would even follow the example of making soup to pray for rain and sacrifice Emperor Xin to the gods.
but now……
Baiyao calls the system in the heart:
"How can I get him to wake up?"
[Can activate the true spirit of the black bird and break the saint's method]
[Xuanniao True Spirit: After activation, it consumes 1 point of national luck every second and becomes possessed by the true spirit. Whenever the merchant royal family looks at you, their soul will be agitated by Xuanniao]
Really a saint?
"activation!"
Baiyao stared into Di Xin's eyes and activated the Black Bird True Spirit.
The outer ring of his pupils lit up with fire, and his temperament became aggressive.
Di Xin's body stiffened in an instant, and his whole body seemed to be in a blazing fire. A huge bird spread its wings in the flames and screamed at him!
The confusion in his heart disappeared, and he felt an endless sense of guilt for no reason.
"You...you are Da Zhu, what have you done?"
"Your Majesty,"
Baiyao breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the Black Bird True Spirit, took a few steps back, straightened his clothes, and bowed slightly to Di Xin to show his respect for the royal power:
"There is a demon who wants to harm the king. If the king is confused today, the great merchant may be in danger of destruction."
Although Di Xin was confused, when he saw the poem he had not finished writing on the wall, he felt a chill down his spine.
He knew exactly what he wanted to write just now.
This is the Nuwa Palace, and the Nuwa Empress is the Holy Mother of the human race. If it were really written... it would be a heinous crime!
"Congratulations! You woke up in time!"
Empress Di Xin grabbed Baiyao's hand in fear. Although he was arrogant and had an unruly style of doing things, he would definitely not be able to do such a thing as blaspheming the Holy Mother of the human race.
He is also the child of Empress Nuwa!
In the corner, the obese man glanced at Baiyao with a sinister look and disappeared unwillingly.
"The Nuwa Palace is noble and magnificent. Walking there makes you feel peaceful. Your Majesty, why don't you let me finish this poem?"
Baiyao saw the golden boy looking towards the wall and thought that a saint of Nuwa's level might be able to sense what Di Xin was thinking just now and need to remedy the situation.
After hearing what he said, Di Xin coughed dryly, and did not bother to think about why Da Zhu woke up suddenly, and said: "This palace is indeed well built. I was so confused just now, so let Da Zhu finish writing it for me."
Baiyao nodded and stepped forward with his pen in hand.
[The scenery of Feng Luan Bao's tent is very beautiful, with the purple furnace reflecting the auspicious mist.
The golden boy and the beautiful girl get what they want and see the holy statue of the empress. 】
He paused and suddenly remembered that Nuwa could read these verses in the original work, so he suppressed his literary youth and continued to write without changing his expression:
[The sky is full of immortals and gods avoiding the mortal world, and the empress lowers her head to protect the great businessman.
He has great merits in patching up the sky and creating man, and his holy appearance is the most beautiful in history. 】
After writing Baiyao, just like every great blessing, he bowed in front of the statue of Nuwa and said loudly:
"Today, Emperor Xin and Da Zhu Ziyao of the Shang Dynasty bring their ministers to the Nuwa Palace to offer incense on the empress's Christmas day. May the empress have a long and holy life and bless our great merchants for thousands of years."
Di Xin looked at the poems on the wall and twitched his lips, then bowed in front of the statue of Nuwa, and then the other ministers followed suit and said in unison:
"May the empress live forever and bless my great businessman for thousands of years——"
The atmosphere was solemn. The golden boy bumped the jade girl with his shoulder and secretly said, "The great wish has written down both of us. This may be a good story in the future!"
The corners of Jade Girl's eyes were full of joy, "Yes, yes, it is a great honor to be in the same poem with the empress!"
At this time, the jade Ruyi in their hands began to flash white light.
The two were stunned for a moment, and looked at each other with expressions of disbelief.
The golden boy led the jade girl to the statue of Nuwa, and together they held up the jade Ruyi:
"The Empress orally:
The Great Shang is a filial piety to the heaven and the earth. My birthday is postponed for seven days. Seven days later, I will perform court songs to celebrate with the people of the Great Shang. I will give the Divine Cauldron to suppress the national destiny of the Great Shang. "
Baiyao raised his head when he heard this and opened his mouth blankly.
Nuwa is coming to Chaoge to celebrate her birthday? ? ?
