The imperial capital flowed with blood overnight, and all the officials and courtiers who had been hostile to the Western Qin Dynasty were purged, and many people were involved.
Until the next day, the streets and alleys were still filled with the smell of blood...
It was the ninth day of the eleventh month in the first year of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was an auspicious day.
Sunny, cloudless.
Early morning.
The princes, Zongzheng and ministers of the Ministry of Rites of the Zhou Dynasty 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 surrounding the Tiantai, they were repaired in just three days with strong manpower, material resources and abundant materials.
Thousands of courtiers and generals above the fifth rank 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 who targeted Western Qin in the Manchu Dynasty were executed. His Highness, the King of Qin, was confused. What should 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!"
The courtiers immediately shouted long live the mountain, which 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 had been told by his grandmother, mother and aunt that his uncle had saved his life and that his uncle would personally put him on the throne. Everything must be obeyed by his uncle.
"do not be afraid!"
Xin Zhuo said: "You have to remember that you are the emperor, the ruler of this world, and you are the greatest! Also, you have to call yourself me!"
"oh……"
Ji Yu nodded in understanding, raised his head and asked, "Uncle, will you always stay with me... me?"
"No, my uncle is leaving. From now on, I have to rely on myself to take care of this country."
"Woooo..."
"Don't cry. You are a man and an emperor. You must learn to be strong. How can you be cowardly?"
"Well, I won't cry!"
"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 will learn from my uncle!"
Xin Zhuo looked at the little emperor and the Great Zhou Qi Lun who had just successfully sacrificed their souls in the Moon Watching Well. This child was extremely simple-minded. He was still a clean piece of jade. His face was extremely complicated and he said: "You don't have to imitate your uncle. He himself is not alive yet." Understand, you just need to remember that from now on, if you care for the people and the soldiers, you will be a wise king!"
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. Without any instructions, he had to think about it and held up the incense sticks. : "I tell God, I will be a good emperor!"
Xin Zhuo looked in a trance, and couldn't help but think of the grievances and resentments between him and the three emperors in the past few years, and then he 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 the emperor's father. I will be equal to the great Zhou Dynasty. I will receive incense in the world and never disobey!"
Xin Zhuo frowned, wondering if the little emperor remembered it on his own, or if someone secretly taught him?
I heard thousands of princes and ministers bowing down again: "I will see you, Your Majesty!"
The cry was deafening.
Xin Zhuo sighed softly, if you guys play like this, the Zhou royal family will be in trouble in the future, and I'm afraid I won't be able to justify not taking action.
Pulling 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.
The people along the way gave way and then spontaneously followed.
When they arrived at the foot of Baiwu Mountain, hundreds of thousands of people were already following behind them, and they were so densely packed that they could be seen in a large area.
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 imperial capital. They didn't find it strange, or they were 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.
In front of the tomb, there are huge stone tablets, which are filled with densely packed memorial 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, He Liansheng, Feng Sanbao, Sun Miaoer , Zhang Guangpu...
And a millionaires!
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.
It’s a pity that fate has its way with 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, with a close view of the mountains and a distant view of the imperial capital. , 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, and I will punish myself!”
Raise your glass and drink 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 red!
Take three steps back and bow.
Behind him, the little emperor and all the ministers saluted one after another.
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 something wrong, but I never found a chance to admit my mistake to you. I am willing to accept all punishments!"
Xin Zhuo looked at the two of them silently, and then said after a while: "The fate between monarch and minister is over, it's boring to talk too much, so you can do it yourself!"
He turned around and walked into the distance, which was not the direction of the capital.
The little emperor had become extremely 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 shed tears and knelt down: "Your Majesty, have you left? You will come back. Are you looking at Yu'er?"
Xin Zhuo also didn't answer and walked farther and farther until he couldn't see him anymore.
"Send it to the Emperor!"
The ministers of the Manchu Dynasty and hundreds of thousands of people saluted together.
In the past few years of conquests, this incident has happened. 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, let others comment on his merits and demerits in this world of mortals, and I will become a coward.
After getting off the 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 guy is a smart man. It's a pity."
In a secret and dark place, a hazy figure sat vaguely.
Another person sat 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 they enter the classical books The legendary ancient monsters, prodigies, saints, saints, sons of saints, and all kinds of children of blood and destiny have appeared in the world, and there is no one to take advantage of them. It’s hard to say how the world will be in conflict!"
"Your focus is still on these hundreds of years. The situation is too small and far inferior to Jiang Yuqing!"
The hazy figure laughed dryly: "Who knows what will happen in the future? How and how did those legendary monsters come into being? How did the legendary six realms, seven seas, eight mountains, and millions of miles of vast heaven and earth 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 chapter)
