In the early morning of the next day, the weather was overcast with dark clouds piled up like splashes of ink. Dim skylight shone through the gaps in the clouds, and the air was humid.
A winter rain is silently brewing, making people feel depressed for no reason!
It's early January and the cold weather in the south is like a ghost's knife. It can always get in from the neck or ankle and give you a vicious blow!
The people on the street, wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, had their hands folded in their sleeves and their backs hunched, pouring into the Tianji Tower with solemn expressions.
Today is the day for the imperial court’s heaven-sacrifice ceremony. Three hundred boys and girls gathered by drawing lots from the capital will be burned to ashes in the holy fire and dedicated to God Haotian!
Probably even God couldn't stand it, so the sky was full of haze. Wang Beiwang was wearing a thin lantern suit and his weapons were wrapped in cloth and carried behind his back.
He followed the flow of people to the Tianji Tower to watch the heaven-sacrifice ceremony!
This is the intention of the imperial court. The imperial court hopes that everyone from the government and the public will come to visit the heavenly ceremony, thinking that this is a sign of respect and worship for God Haotian!
"I heard that Yang Er sneaked out of the city yesterday and joined the Northern Dynasty army!" Wang Bei looked at his ears and heard two men in front of him whispering to each other!
The speaker was a tall, thin young man!
The other shorter man was silent for a moment and muttered, "If my son is chosen to sacrifice to Heaven and burned in the square, I will join the Northern Dynasty Army even if I die!"
The tall and thin young man gritted his teeth and cursed: "Sacrificing a boy to heaven is contrary to human ethics, and you will be punished sooner or later."
The shorter young man smiled coldly: "You've suffered retribution. The Southern Dynasty will be over sooner or later. When Linxia City falls, it will be the capital's turn. Poor people like us can only wait for the butcher's knife of the barbarians of the Northern Dynasty!"
The tall and thin young man gritted his teeth again and said: "I am not willing to die for such a foolish king and the imperial court. I also plan to go to the front line and join the Northern Dynasty army!"
"Well~~wait a few more days~~wait until you finish watching this heaven-sacrifice ceremony."
He seemed to need this ritual of burning boys and girls to the heaven to make up his mind!
Alas, the building will collapse!
Wang Wang, who was walking behind the two men, looked north and sighed in his heart!
He remembered that when he was a child, people in the Southern Dynasties, especially those in the capital, were proud and had a strong sense of belonging and national responsibility.
The biggest dream of both the government and the opposition is to launch a northern expedition to regain their homeland. The king’s army is looking northward!!!
In just over ten years, the people's hearts have been in decline. The young people of this generation no longer have the integrity and ambition. Every day apart from working hard, they spend their days cursing the court and the foolish emperor!
Once Linxia is lost, the Northern Dynasty will not need to replenish its military resources. The Southern Dynasty will recruit ethnic soldiers and refugees will flock to it!
The Southern Dynasty has reached a critical point, and I don't know whether Hunjun can turn the tide.
He walked in silence and saw more and more people appearing in front of him. There were vendors and footmen in thick cotton coats, and women in simple cotton skirts. They walked from various streets like small streams, and finally merged into a raging river in Tianji Tower Square. of crowds!
Finally, Wang Beiwang saw the towering Tianji Tower and hundreds of armored soldiers forming a fence to keep the people out of the square.
I saw a high platform being built, with dry firewood piled underneath, and three hundred young children sitting cross-legged on the platform, their expressions dull and without joy or sorrow, as motionless as sculptures.
Under the stage, two rows of civil and military ministers, wearing ragged official robes and holding tooth wats, stood upright and waited quietly.
The remaining one-third of the officials from the DPRK and Central Government were firmly opposed to the heaven-sacrifice ceremony and refused to participate in the heaven-sacrifice ceremony to express their protest.
Cabinet bachelors Zheng Wenhan and Yang Zhengli are at the head of the two ranks of ministers, one on the left and one on the right.
Yang Zhengzao looked around and said calmly, "Your Majesty mobilized a large number of troops to hold a sacrifice to heaven, why did he claim to be ill and not come? Aren't you afraid that God Haotian will blame you!"
He did not look at Zheng Wenhan, who was two meters away, but the latter seemed to know that he was talking to him and responded in a calm tone.
"The Imperial Master is well versed in astronomy and geography. He is in control of the general situation of the world. He can communicate with heaven and earth, and it is enough for him to come forward. His Majesty is worried about the front line and has become ill, and the remaining poison has not been exhausted. Naturally, it is best to cultivate in the palace. "
Yang Zheng snorted, which was very sarcastic, but he didn't say anything else!
Zheng Wenhan also stopped talking and turned his head to search the huge crowd, not only looking for the possible faint king Zhao Shun, but also looking for the remnants of the Shen Rui Army.
For this heaven-sacrifice ceremony, Zheng Wenhan and his close aides made perfect plans after deductions and preparations.
As long as the Hunjun dares to show up hidden in the crowd, the remnants of the Shenrui Army will assassinate him. The on-site city defense army will block the streets to prevent the Yang family's forces from entering on the pretext of escorting them, and then secretly create chaos to ensure that the Hunjun dies in the assassination. !
To ensure nothing goes wrong, Zheng Wenhan also arranged for many military masters to disguise themselves as assassins and hide in the crowd!
If the Hunjun does not appear, it would be for the best. After the city ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, the Zheng family will clear the emperor according to the plan. There is also the worst plan. Zheng Wenhan also considered that the Zheng family's rebellion against the assassination of the emperor was exposed, so he killed Zhao on the spot. Shun took advantage of the situation and stopped the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, and then made an impassioned speech in front of the people, and then gained the support of the imperial masters to directly rebel!
Zheng Wenhan did not want to take this road unless forced. After all, no matter how mediocre Zhao Shun was in the government and the public, he only hated him and still recognized the Zhao family. The rebels have been rebellious officials and traitors from the beginning to the present.
Those who are loyal to the Zhao family and have wolfish ambitions will take advantage of the situation. Once the Zheng family is too exhausted, Tuoba Rentu may take the opportunity to tear up the agreement!
In the private room on the third floor of the restaurant a hundred meters away from Tianji Building, gang leader Duan and Xu Changlao stood by the window and looked at the crowded square!
Xu Changlao said with a smile: "Gang leader, you booked a private room early in the morning. It seems that you have special expectations for Hunjun!"
Gang leader Duan said calmly: "I just came over to take a look."
See if there is any treatment in Nanchao, I hope he added in his heart. Outside the crowd in the square, a carriage stopped on the street~ Guan Ya stood in the car, staring at the crowd calmly.
"Queen, you are a noble person, don't stand in such a conspicuous place, it is easy to attract assassins!" Xie Lingxi got out of the carriage and tugged Guan Ya worriedly!
"There are guards and guards around the carriage, so why worry?" Guan Ya replied lightly: "Don't be afraid even if the assassin comes."
Xie Lingzaoxi muttered in a low voice: "But I'm afraid, I'm only a first-level extraordinary!"
Guan Wei just ignore her!
The lazy voice of the Master of the Killing Palace came from the carriage.
"How about it, have our great swordsmen seen the enemy?"
Guan Ya also ignored her and continued to search the crowd for possible assassins.
Once Yuan Shi appears, she will definitely be killed. She needs to observe the assassin hidden in the crowd in advance to be safe.
In addition, Yuanshi did not inform them of the plan in detail, because the Xinguo Master would observe the changes in the fate of Changhe from the "supporting characters" and thus spy on their actions.
Therefore, Guan Ya and others did not know whether Yuan Shi could succeed. If Yuan Shi failed, they would immediately kill Zheng Wenhan to capture the thief and capture the king first.
At that time, the National Preceptor will definitely take action, but Fang has no control. If the National Preceptor takes action, the situation will be out of control.
Time passed by and the people and ministers were silent. Under the calm appearance, there were turbulent waves. Everyone was waiting for that moment to arrive.
Finally, a middle-aged Taoist priest walked out of the towering Tianji Tower. He was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a fly whisk. He glanced at the dark crowd and shouted, "The auspicious time has come!"
The Imperial Master is still very prestigious among the people, and all the ministers in the People's Square outside the square bowed down.
Zheng Wenhan said loudly: "Please invite the national teacher."
Because of the prestige, the people unconsciously echoed and shouted, "Please invite the national teacher."
A bright and soft golden light burst out from the observation deck on the highest floor of the Tianji Building, and slowly floated out and hung over the square.
The golden light shone brightly, and the people below could clearly see that the golden light was the halo hanging behind the head of the immortal Taoist.
The old Taoist has a fluttering beard and a Taoist robe. When he is holding his arms with his face clear of blemishes, he looks as if he has been relegated to an immortal.
People from all over the world worshiped him and regarded him as an immortal!
The two ranks of civil and military officials also feared from the bottom of their hearts. As court officials, of course they knew that the Imperial Preceptor was not a god but a cultivator. However, a terrestrial deity like the Imperial Preceptor whose cultivation reached the heavens and the earth would not be an exaggeration to call him an immortal. !
In the spacious carriage, Sun Miaomiao poked her head out and stared at the Imperial Master, then she shrank her head in fear.
"Level 8?" The hearts of Xiao Yuan, Xie Lingxi and Guan Ya who were looking up from the top of the car, as well as Brother Hongji who was disguised as a guard outside the car, all felt heavy.
It feels tricky but at the same time it feels reasonable!
After all, there are two master-level spiritual realm walkers among the teammates here in the capital. If the big boss doesn’t have an eighth-level path, it will be too awkward!
"If Yuanshi is destroyed this time, we will all be dead. My main mission has been completed. If I had known, I would have returned!" said Red Chicken Brother Ao angrily!
His main mission ended this morning. Because it was a large plot-oriented dungeon, the spirit realm gave him a choice. One was to leave the dungeon and return to reality! The other was to stay and complete the side mission.
The two handsome red chicken brothers who make soup have always been "righteousness comes first and life and death are put aside"
So, I chose the latter, but now I feel like running away.
None of the women in the carriage paid any attention to him. They were all staring at the immortal-like Imperial Master.
The majestic voice of the Imperial Master reverberated: "The emperor established the yin and yang, the god of good fortune gave birth to seven political affairs, the essence light is round and contained, the omen is good, and the ministers and silver dare to only repay it, I recommend you to the emperor as the emperor!!! The beauty of the descendants of the Zhao family Not a billion! God has ordered Hou Qian and Shun to obey."
Brother Hongji was confused when he heard it and looked towards the carriage: "What do you mean? You speak human language, and I don't even understand the entire sentence."
The woman in the carriage still ignored him. She really didn't understand him and it would be embarrassing for anyone who did.
Xie Lingxi whispered, "I understood the meaning behind it. It probably means that there are thousands of descendants of the Zhao family, and God only gives a son. "Shun's throne, Shun refers to Zhao Shun!"
Bi Jing graduated from high school and is in his most abundant years of knowledge!
The National Preceptor Chang Pian continued his discussion for a while and then added the following sentence: "Dedicate three hundred boys to the Nine Emperors to protect the fortune of the Southern Dynasty for five hundred years."
At the end, the crowd suddenly shouted!
"Master, you must not do this. This is against the laws of humanity and cannot be tolerated by nature. You will be punished if you do something against your will! How can you, as the master of a country, help the tyrants to commit evil?" The speaker was a young scholar, extremely agitated. He looks like he doesn’t care about life and death!
With this start, the people of the capital responded with morale!
"You cannot sacrifice humans to heaven. A foolish king will be punished for his rebellious behavior. Master, you have to make the decision for us!"
"Master country, three hundred lives, three hundred children!"
"Please ask the Imperial Master to save the child!"
"Please ask the Imperial Master to save the child!"
The huge crowd began to kneel down. There was no emperor in their eyes, only the masters of the country and the people's hearts. It was clear at a glance what the public opinion was.
The imperial master looked down at the audience from a high position and sighed with great helplessness and said slowly: "Since God has ordered the prince to submit to Shun, Shun's emperor has kept his word."
This sentence means that I can't do anything about what the emperor wants to do. If you want to blame me, blame him.
The Imperial Master continued to recite the few following sacrificial verses, and then loudly said: "The auspicious time has arrived, and the sacrifice to heaven has begun!"
After saying that, a golden light popped up and fell on the dry firewood piled up under the high platform, burning into a raging flame!
The crowd suddenly surged. Some of the people cursed the foolish emperor, some wailed in pain, and some desperately rushed against the city defense troops, trying to enter the square.
Zheng Wenhan could no longer hold back and turned around to search the crowd.
"found it!! ! !!"
It was at this moment that Guan Ya finally found the assassin hidden in the faces that were unable to control their emotions!
When it was time, a sharp shout sounded.
"stop."
A figure rushed to the high platform, waved his sleeves, and swept the burning firewood to pieces with great energy!
Zheng Wenhan, who was expecting the Hunjun to show up, stiffened his head and looked at his side in astonishment.
It's Yang Zheng.
Zheng Wenhan was furious: "Master Yang, do you dare to disobey the holy order and block the ceremony of worshiping the heaven? Take him down!"
