Yanwang Palace.
As soon as Zhu Di came back, he summoned the monk Dao Yan, the political envoy Zhang Bing, and Yuan Gong, who had just returned.
There is no way, Zhu Di has many generals under his command now, but there are very few counselors.
Daoyan, a sage counselor, has been a little out of work lately and is preoccupied with studying the art of war!
Another chief envoy, Zhang Bing, was good at managing government affairs, and making suggestions was really not his specialty.
Zhu Di could only force someone to bring back Yuan Gong, the master of physiognomy. After all, Yuan Gong was not only a master of physiognomy, but also a pretty good strategist.
Now that Jin Zhong has gone to Daning and has not returned, Zhu Di can only pin his hopes on the three of them.
"Su Yang means... to create auspiciousness, deify King Yan, and make everyone in the world believe that King Yan is his destiny!"
"In this way, the problems of low morale and disorganized troops can be easily solved!"
Upon hearing this, Daoyan and the other three people's eyes lit up.
This is a good idea.
Although some of them are not worthy of publicity, I can’t care about that much right now.
After all, Li Jinglong has personally led an army of 500,000 to kill him. The news can be concealed for a while, but not forever!
If the Yan Army does not find a way to improve the morale of the three armies as soon as possible and stabilize the morale of the three armies, then once they passively learn the news, the Yan Army will really be doomed!
Su Yang's method seems to be a trick, but after all, it is a method that can stabilize the morale of the Yan army in a short period of time!
But the question is, how to deify His Highness King Yan and how to create auspiciousness?
Zhu Di looked at Dao Yan and Yuan Gong. One of these two has a thorough understanding of hundreds of schools of thought, and the other is a famous master of physiognomy. They should be very good at pretending to be gods and ghosts!
As for Zhang Bing, a highly respected Confucian minister, let him govern with peace of mind!
Facing the hopeful gaze of King Yan Zhu Di, both monk Dao Yan and the fortune teller Yuan Gong had a headache.
Come on, it would be unethical to do it too much!
However, as of now, they have no other option.
After all, King Yan Zhu Di is right in front of them, so it’s hard for them to refuse!
The two discussed for a long time and finally came up with a series of plans.
"Your Majesty, everything else is fine, but there is one problem."
"For the step of deifying King Yan, which deity should we choose?"
Yuan Gong said with a solemn expression.
You must know that there are many gods and Buddhas in the sky in myths and legends.
Now that King Yan Zhu Di wants to choose a god to deify himself, he can't choose blindly with his eyes closed.
Because if you choose this god, you must be able to help King Zhu Di of Yan raise troops and improve the morale of the three armies, rather than just a child playing house and choosing whatever you want.
When King Zhu Di of Yan launched an army to rebel, he used the banner of "Fengtian to pacify troubles and stabilize the country", so naturally this god must be a righteous god widely recognized and supported by the people!
"Your Majesty, electing a righteous god recognized and supported by the people will also help us win over the people!"
Monk Dao Yan also mentioned that he was afraid that Zhu Di would choose some messy bastard god.
When Zhu Di heard this, he was a little embarrassed for a moment.
After Su Yang's education, he has now lost interest in the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and does not believe that there are real immortals in this world.
But whether you believe it or not, you still have to choose.
Zhu Di fell into deep thought, and finally opened his eyes after a long time.
"What do you two think, Emperor Zhenwu?"
Emperor Zhenwu?
Of course it is... excellent!
Monk Dao Yan's eyes lit up and he nodded immediately.
"Not bad!"
"The original god of Emperor Zhenwu is Emperor Zhuanxu, and the descendants of Emperor Zhuanxu are the ancestors of the 'Zhu' surname. In a sense, the imperial family Tianjia is also a descendant of Emperor Zhenwu!"
Yuan Gong also nodded with a smile.
"It's a really good choice."
"Emperor Zhenwu is the God of the North who is in charge of the north. His Royal Highness King Yan's territory happens to be in the north. There seems to be some destiny!"
"And since the Song Dynasty, Emperor Zhenwu's status among the Taoist gods has gradually increased, and he has been revered as the 'Four Arctic Saints' and the highest god emperor in the north. Because of various myths and legends, Emperor Zhenwu has extensive and deep beliefs among the people. It will be more helpful for us to win over the people!"
As soon as Yuan Gong finished speaking, Dao Yan spoke again.
"In addition, Emperor Zhenwu is a righteous god who subjugates demons and cleanses the world. The people highly respect Emperor Zhenwu. This coincides with the banner of our Yan Army to serve the heaven and bring peace to peace. It can be called the most perfect Choice, Your Majesty is really a great talent!”
Zhu Di: "???"
ha?
So awesome?
I just think the image of Emperor Zhenwu is very powerful!
The Zhenwu Emperor was bare-footed, wearing a mysterious robe, gold armor and a jade belt. He wielded a sword and glared angrily. His feet were on turtles and snakes, and his head was covered with a round light. He looked so mighty and domineering!
Zhu Di thought that if he chose a god, he must be at least as domineering and cunning as himself. Who knew that he would be the best choice!
Is this really God's will?
Zhu Di was a little confused!
Once the character is determined to be Emperor Zhenwu, the rest of the matter will be much easier to handle.
Monk Daoyan immediately spoke and asked Zhu Di to host a banquet tonight to entertain all his close friends.
After all, after fighting for such a long time, the Yan army has won consecutive battles and has not held a celebration banquet yet!
Zhu Di nodded after hearing this, vaguely aware of the two men's plans, so he immediately gave the order.
After hearing the news, all the senior officials of Prince Yan's Palace were slightly surprised, but they didn't think much about it.
The dinner was held as scheduled, and all the important civil and military ministers were here to celebrate the previous victory.
The generals toasted to Zhu Di one after another, holding the stinky feet of Prince Yan. Zhu Di also refused to refuse anyone who came, and drank as much as he wanted.
For a time, the guests and hosts were having a great time, drinking and drinking, and it was very lively.
At this moment, Zhu Di coughed twice, indicating that he wanted to introduce a new colleague to everyone.
Everyone looked for the reputation and saw Yuan Gong, a master of physiognomy, walking in.
Before they could speak, Yuan Gong knelt down in front of Zhu Di and shouted: "Why does your highness despise your body so much?"
This sudden sentence immediately shocked everyone.
"What do you mean by Mr. Tingyu's words?" Zhu Di asked pretending to be confused.
Yuan Gong looked solemn and said solemnly: "Your Highness, do you still remember what I said back then?"
Zhang Yu, Zhu Neng and other close generals naturally remembered it. It was precisely because of Yuan Gong's words that they made up their minds and decided to follow the Yan King Zhu Di to the death to rebel!
But the surrendered generals Chen Heng, Gu Cheng, and Zhang Xin were not clear about it, and their faces were full of confusion at this moment.
Yuan Gong knelt on the ground and refused to get up, and shouted again: "Your Highness has a vision. The sun's horns reach into the sky, which is the sign of the Emperor Taiping!"
"When he is less than forty years old, His Highness's dragon beard will hang down to his navel, and he will be able to ascend the throne and sit in the palace!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar!
Everyone was shocked beyond measure, even Zhang Yu, Zhu Neng and others were no exception.
Because Yuan Gong didn't say the following words at that time!
Before forty, the dragon's beard reached the navel, and he ascended the throne and sat in the palace!
Doesn't that mean... Yan Wang Zhu Di is really the destined emperor?
"Mr. Tingyu is joking, I am already thirty-seven years old, but..."
Zhu Di pretended to be drunk and joked in public.
Little did they know that when his words fell into the ears of everyone, they once again set off a storm!
His Highness King Yan is now thirty-seven years old, only three years away from forty!
And now the Yan army is about to face the imperial court's 500,000-strong army!
Doesn't that mean... Yan Jun is going to win!
The Yan army will win this battle!
King Yan Zhu Di is crowned the great treasure!
Hiss...this is about to happen!
