"Hoo, ho, ho..." Lan
The First Emperor tried hard to resist the urge to put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. The sound was much louder than his normal breathing.
The voice was thick and vast, as if the spirit was breathing.
Every year during the Wax Ceremony, the First Emperor would be so tired after reading out the gorgeous and exquisite sacrificial texts on this high platform.
The First Emperor once thought that this was related to the sacrificial inscriptions and the power of witchcraft, so he tried to read out the sacrificial inscriptions in the palace.
Use the same loudness of voice and the same reading posture, and the result will be less tiring.
As soon as you get on the high platform and finish reading here, you will definitely be exhausted.
The fact that it is tiring to read the memorial service, and the fact that the voice will be louder on the high platform. Lan
The two convinced the First Emperor that this high platform built of white jade was blessed by the gods and could indeed communicate with the gods.
In the language of humans and gods, it is natural to be tired.
Today's First Emperor is dressed differently than in the past.
The head is not covered with shining pearls from the Tongtian Temple, and the body is not wearing the domineering black crown that shows off the black bird, the totem of the Great Qin Dynasty.
On his shoulders was a piece of clothing sewn together from the skins of hundreds of wild animals, similar to the waistcoat of later generations.
He was wearing plain clothes and a kudzu belt around his waist. There was also a hazelwood stick in the kudzu belt.
"Book of Rites" records: Pi Bian was sacrificed in plain clothes. Wear plain clothes to see you off. Pueraria has a hazel stick, which is a sign of mourning and killing. The sacrifice of wax represents the utmost benevolence and the utmost righteousness. Lan
(Everyone says that translation is poor, so I won’t do it today. Vote, you want to translate 1, don’t translate 2.)
After breathing for a while, the First Emperor held the unfolded and only half-read bamboo slips in his hands and walked from the center of the high platform towards the stone steps when he came up.
Seeing my brother sitting there in a daze, I was not surprised why he didn't kneel down, because everyone stood up.
In the words "Emperor, Heaven and Queen, bless me, the Qin Dynasty", after piously shouting out eight words that were both a prayer and a supplication, everyone stood up.
The First Emperor never thought that Ying Chengyu did not kneel from beginning to end.
In previous wax festivals, Ying Chengyu, who was standing under the high platform, would kneel on the ground and listen.
If you sit on the stone steps of a high platform without kneeling, others will not notice you. Lan
If he hadn't kneeled down under the high platform, he would have been discovered long ago.
Step~
The First Emperor walked down the high platform, stepped onto the stone steps, and said to Ying Chengyu who was walking down three steps: "It's your turn."
Not being on a high platform, the voice of these words was not that loud and returned to normal volume.
He walked slowly for three steps and handed the bamboo slip in his hand to Ying Chengyu's hand.
Ying Chengyu looked up at the First Emperor and took it with both hands.
Hands are a sign of respect to heaven, earth, gods and ghosts. Lan
There are two passages on the bamboo slips to offer sacrifices to heaven. The First Emperor read the right half, but left the left half unread.
Under the high platform, one of the Nine Qing Qings of the Qin Dynasty was in charge of the sacrifices. The ceremonial official, Feng Chang, looked as usual.
But if those interrogating officials from the Tingwei Mansion who are good at criminal investigation are present, they can see a little trace of shock on Feng Chang's face.
When kneeling, Feng always touches the ground with his forehead.
His face is confused, frightened, and confused. No one can see it, only heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts can see it.
Yesterday, Feng Chang was puzzled when asked by the First Emperor to write two sacrificial texts.
"The prince is not in Xianyang, this second memorial is...?" Lan
Ask clearly.
Different people have very different rituals for offering sacrifices to heaven, even though ordinary people cannot understand them.
"I choose one of the two."
"only."
These two articles of worship to heaven were written by Feng Chang in accordance with the emperor's specifications.
"promise."
Ying Chengqiao smiled and nodded slightly. Lan
This guy is pretty calm.
The First Emperor breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was really afraid that Ying Chengyu would say - "If you want to remember me, I won't."
The First Emperor, who nodded slightly and consciously talked to heaven, earth, gods and ghosts, quickly walked down the stone steps with joy.
He wanted to go to the stone steps and see his brother on the high platform before Ying Chengyu started chanting.
Since his father's death, he has never seen another person standing on this high platform except himself.
"Father, why don't you start the show?"
Among the people who got up, children asked the omnipotent father with a little urgency. Lan
Children who were forced to mature prematurely in the past have been looking forward to the wax festival for a long time.
Because on this day he could see actors doing various actions and singing different songs.
Some of the actors were running around in animal skins, and some were driving away those wearing animal skins with hazel sticks.
Lively and fun.
"Eldest Young Master, read it again and there will be a performance."
He stretched his ears and overheard the "understanding people" around him just talking about science. His father leaned into the child's ear and whispered his answer.
In the child's vigorous nod of "um" and in the eyes of admiration that have never changed, he felt swaying again. Lan
The masses have already known that the other person on stage is the eldest son through the popularization of science by a large number of "understanding people".
They all raised their heads.
Waiting for the eldest son who is well-known in Da Qin to reveal his true face represents their report to heaven, earth, gods and ghosts.
It represents heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts, and brings them the blessings of having enough food, warm clothes, a good harvest, and peace.
They are extremely religious.
As human beings, they cannot independently eat enough, wear warm clothes, have a good harvest, and be safe.
Only pray to God. Lan
Just ask for land.
Only ask God.
I can only ask ghosts.
The ministers looked up at the center of the high platform. They did not have such simple demands as the common people.
The glint in their eyes was much more complicated.
Chang'an Jun came on stage after His Majesty, which meant that the eldest son had lost power, which at least His Majesty was not happy about.
I have been visiting Lord Chang'an these days. If Lord Chang'an comes to power, he will definitely not forget me. Lan
On the day the Queen Mother returned to the city, she argued with Lord Chang'an at the city gate, but Your Majesty ignored her. I should have known His Majesty's thoughts that day!
Everything has yet to be decided. It is necessary for the prince to succeed to the throne, so that the three-generation fiefdom can be hereditary.
It is too late to communicate with Chang'an Jun at this time, but we can take the Meng family line.
Meng Wu's move at Xuanniiao Palace was thought to be dizzy at the time, but now it seems that it was me who was dizzy.
…
They have different ideas.
They all have their own agenda. Lan
Because they can decide many things, much more than the common people.
Be well fed, safe, and alive.
They have already obtained it, and it is far beyond it. There is no need to ask heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts for help.
Not many people will remember.
I remember that our ancestors were also ordinary people, and they also wanted to have food, peace, and life.
Heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts are all worthy of awe for these people.
But just in awe. Lan
Just like the First Emperor was also in awe.
But what’s more, it’s people’s awe for mystery.
In the pious and eager eyes of the masses, in the colorful eyes of civil and military officials.
Ying Chengyu appeared in the center of the high platform.
Like the First Emperor who was standing here just now, he was holding bamboo slips in both hands and wearing animal skins on his shoulders.
He is dressed in plain clothes, with a kudzu belt tied around his waist and a hazel stick.
A three-foot high platform is converted into ten meters. Lan
At this height, except for a few people with outstanding eyesight.
Most people can no longer clearly see the face, demeanor, and expression of the person on stage.
This gives the person on stage a layer of divine power, referred to as divine power.
The face of God is not meant for humans to see.
Standing in the most sacred place in the Qin Dynasty, Ying Chengyu felt nothing but a strong wind and a slight difficulty breathing.
He tilted his head slightly and looked sideways at the sky, his hair flowing in the wind.
Su Yi trembled slightly, but because the wind was not strong enough, he could not make a hunting sound. Lan
Ying Chengyu looked directly at the sky, which seemed like a blue canvas without any white clouds or clouds dotted with it.
God has it, I can see it.
But is this day the same day?
Is it an act of God that I can come to this world after death?
If it's true, please, can you give me a hint?
I swear, I am very religious, more religious than ever.
Ying Chengyu waited devoutly. At this moment, his piety surpassed everyone under the stage. Lan
As a time traveler, he doesn't know what kind of power will allow him to time travel, whether in his past life or this life.
If there really is a God in the world, then he is undoubtedly the closest person to God in the two worlds.
What kind of miracle is the loud voice from the high platform?
He was reincarnated with the memories of his previous life, which is a miracle.
Time passes little by little.
The First Emperor had already stepped off the high platform and looked at Ying Chengyu holding the bamboo slips in both hands and raising his head for a while.
What is this guy doing? Lan
Did he receive an oracle?
Does God think he is more suitable to be emperor than me?
Among the crowd, anxious children began to ask about their father.
"Why don't you read it, eldest son? I want to watch a performance."
The omnipotent father could not give an exact answer this time and kept repeating the words "Come on, come on" to appease the child.
The ministers' patience is the best, and they don't feel anxious at all.
This is because the "king" is the top person in the world, and they want to show humility and respect to Ying Chengyu, who is expected to be the "king". Lan
And because of the performances of the Queen of Heaven, they can always find the performers to watch closely at their own homes.
They can feast on the sacrifices that ordinary people cannot eat after the performance at their own homes at any time.
Those wines that ordinary people could not drink in the past, they could pour and drink at their own homes at any time.
"Are not you here?"
Ying Chengyu murmured in a low voice. His voice was so low that the high platform blessed by divine power could not spread his voice to the people below the high platform. He could only follow the wind and be swept up into the sky to let God know.
"Or have you never had one before?"
There was no flash of thunder. Lan
There was no strong wind.
Ying Chengyu's disrespectful words dissipated with the wind, and no vision was heard.
Heaven, earth, gods, ghosts, all seemed to be trying to catch a fish, messing around, or wanting to see what that insignificant person wanted to say next, so they let Ying Chengyu go for the time being.
"This is the most sacred place in the world. If I can't communicate with you here, then I will treat you as if you don't exist."
Ying Chengyu said in a consultative tone, but still no one responded, and there was no divine message.
"There is one thing that I have been preparing for more than 20 years. I don't know whether I will do it or not, but I should be able to talk about it."
With this sentence, Ying Chengyu no longer muttered or deliberately controlled the volume. Lan
He stirred up his inner strength, mixing it with his own strength.
The sound that was made suddenly resounded for ten miles around under the blessing of the so-called divine power, allowing everyone to hear it clearly, as if it were being spoken in their ears.
The sound was like the sound of a huge bell being struck, like the sound of Pangu's ax when he created the world.
Ying Chengyu made his voice for the first time in this world, in public, and witnessed by countless people.
All the First Emperor, ministers, and people who were prepared to hear this were shocked as if they were unprepared.
The First Emperor's expression changed, and he wanted to climb onto the high platform again and drag Ying Chengyu down.
How come this guy dares to mess around with the wax festival? Lan
Empress Dowager Zhao's eyes were filled with shock, anger, and joy.
This guy is really going to rebel! On a three-foot high platform, all the officials are there, shooting with all their bows and arrows, but it is difficult to fly with wings!
Queen Mother Han's eyes were full of worry.
More than twenty years ago... before Xiu'er was six years old... it was the time when the late King Zhaoxiang went on a killing spree for no apparent reason...
After all these years, you haven’t forgotten Xiu’er... Grandma would rather you rebel...
Gai Nie's paralyzed face was expressionless.
Young Master, have you finally figured out how to be a king? Lan
The scientist looked at Ying Chengxi and then raised his head to the sky. There was no dust on his forehead.
"The Will of Heaven" and "The Ghost of the Ming Dynasty", did Mozi really believe it back then?
Queen Afang turned her head to look at the First Emperor, and was suddenly shocked when she saw that the First Emperor's expression was not very good.
Your Majesty doesn’t know what your uncle said?
The eyes of Ping'er, the personal maid beside him, were full of admiration, mixed with a little bit of distress.
This must have been what the young master said when he rescued me?
What are you talking about? Lan
Why were you so hopeless back then? You just wanted to stay warm!
Jiu Qing was always indifferent.
Isn't it just that you are going to be emperor soon? I knew it yesterday. Well, that little thing...
Right Prime Minister Wang Wan frowned, his heart was beating fast, and he felt like the world was in chaos.
With Chang'an Jun's cunning and cunning, he could prepare for anything for more than 20 years, even if he could conquer the world.
Prime Minister Zuo Li Si's eyes were on Ying Chengyu on the stage and the First Emperor below the stage.
Your Majesty, Chang'an Lord, is still not fully trusted, and Si is not involved in this major event, so Si still has to work hard. Lan
Wang Ye glanced at the news from the northwest that Ying Chengyu sent over. Meng Ao, an old comrade in arms, was in good condition and could go out.
The general is about to raise an army, why didn't you tell me? Did you tell me? Judging from the murderous look in his eyes, he must have said so.
Meng Ao, who was still weak, looked at Wang Ye sternly with the support of his grandson Meng Yi.
Are you, a big birdie, also very surprised? It seems that you and I have similar ideas. If the Lord of Chang'an dares to rebel, kill him!
King, minister.
Everything you think about is not enough.
The people's thinking is very unified. Lan
The eldest son was reciting the sacrificial rites, and he knelt down. This sacrificial text is different from Wang's, and I can understand it.
Under the high platform, the First Emperor, the most central figure, and all the civil and military officials did not move.
And surrounding them, people who were more than a hundred times their number began to kneel down.
Even if there are a few knowledgeable people who know that Ying Chengyu is not reciting the memorial inscriptions.
I will also kneel down when everyone around me is kneeling down.
"No kneeling!"
Ying Chengyu was on the high platform, using all his strength and internal strength to yell out these three words. Lan
The First Emperor, ministers, and people who had been prepared for the previous decibel volume were shocked again.
Their ears buzzed as if they were going deaf.
They had never heard such a loud sound, and their first reaction was the power of heaven. This was a heavenly decree!
The people's kneeling movements suddenly stopped, as if the entire scene had pressed the pause button.
“God wants you to kneel down, I want you to stand up.”
The voice returned to the volume of the first sentence, deafening, not deafening.
"My name is Ying Chengyu, and I want to talk to the world." Lan
"History of Qin": In the first year of the emperor's reign, during the wax festival, the emperor of Chang'an set up a high platform to speak to the world.
