The sunshine illuminated the Yongcheng Old Palace. The ministers, either on horseback or on foot, came to the outside of the ancestral temple and lined up in two rows.
When we first arrived at Mao Shi, a dilapidated bullock cart came clanging from a distance. Sitting in the car was an old man with gray hair.
Wearing a bright red auspicious robe and a solemn expression, he was seen outside the ancestral temple. He looked around at the ministers and the children of the clan without saying a word.
Ying Teng stepped forward quickly, cupped his hands and said, "Ying Qin Zongzheng, Ying Teng, has met the emperor's uncle."
The old man nodded, showing a hint of a smile: "Common sir, are you okay?"
Ying Teng's heart moved, and he knew that the old man meant to express his former high position, but he still smiled respectfully: "Ying Teng is not talented, he can only do things upright, please, uncle!"
After saying that, he reached out his hand to help the old man.
But suddenly, he discovered that not only was the old man riding in a shabby ox cart, but the auspicious clothes he was wearing were wrinkled and covered in dust.
Ying Teng clearly remembered that the old man had a bronze bullock cart given to him by the First Emperor. Why did he want to ride in this bullock cart for such a grand ceremony today?
Could it be for some other purpose?
With doubts in his heart, Ying Teng carefully helped the old man out of the cart, and flicked the dust on the old man's robe.
After most of the dust on the old man's auspicious robe had been flicked off, the old man laughed hoarsely and said: "Your Majesty is still kind-hearted. In order to satisfy us old people who are dying, he specially changed the route to Yongcheng to pay homage to God."
As he said that, he shook his head with infinite emotion: "It's a pity that I don't have that blessing. I can't enjoy the chariot and can only ride on the bullock cart."
In one sentence, he explained that he would ride in an ox-cart instead of the chariot given by the First Emperor, which made it logical and logical, leaving Ying Teng speechless.
When Ying Teng helped the old man outside the ancestral temple, all the ministers looked surprised and whispered.
Today, in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, each of them wears new clothes and horses to show their happiness.
But the old man's dress really looked a bit shabby, which made them feel very uncomfortable.
For a moment, the ministers felt like they had lice on their bodies and felt very uncomfortable.
Some pulled at their collars and sleeves, some pulled at their belts and adjusted their official hats, and some even coughed lightly and looked around.
Fortunately, this atmosphere did not last long, only a sharp voice from Zhao Gao was heard, and he arrived as promised.
"Your Majesty has arrived——!"
When everyone heard Zhao Gao's voice, they immediately shouted: "See your majesty!"
But they saw a golden carriage slowly approaching, with Ying Zheng sitting in a black robe, a crown on his head, and the Emperor's Sword across his waist.
"Excuse me, gentlemen!"
Ying Zheng raised his hands solemnly and was about to enter the ancestral temple by car when the old man supported by Ying Teng suddenly shouted loudly: "The ceremony of worshiping the heaven has begun - the emperor walks into the ancestral temple!"
"Um?"
Ying Zheng was slightly startled, and the carriage also stopped.
The ministers looked at each other and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
The ceremony process they received did not include this item at all.
Because the formal ceremony is held in the ancestral temple.
Now the old man suddenly announced the start of the ceremony and refused to let Ying Zheng enter the ancestral temple in a car. People couldn't help but be confused. They didn't know how to respond, and they couldn't even move their feet.
Ying Teng had been observing vigilantly. When he saw this situation, he quickly waved to the musicians outside the ancestral temple and ordered: "Play music!"
“Buzz buzz—!”
As the bells rang and buzzed, Ying Zheng slowly stepped out of the carriage, and the ministers began to feel comfortable and shouted in unison according to the ceremony:
"Your Majesty, I respectfully invite you to comfort your ancestors and worship God!"
Ying Zheng walked straight into the ancestral temple without saying anything. Zhao Hao, who was following behind him, subconsciously glanced at the old man and muttered: "Is he the emperor's uncle?"
"Brother Thirteen has seen him?"
Hu Hai tilted his head curiously.
Zhao Hao looked at him, then at Ying Zheng in front of him, and whispered: "Although I have never seen him, I have heard some things about him."
"Oh? What's the matter?"
Hu Hai suddenly became interested.
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and looked at Hu Hai suspiciously.
Hu Hai's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously shrank his neck and asked cautiously: "What's wrong, Brother Thirteen? Is it something that Hu Hai can't know?"
"Not really, it's just that children may have nightmares after hearing this."
"puff!"
Hu Hai chuckled, and suddenly felt a little lost. He quickly covered his mouth and said angrily: "Thirteenth brother, don't underestimate Hu Hai!"
"oh?"
Zhao Hao raised his eyebrows; "You mean you're not afraid?"
"Yes! Not afraid! Hu Hai is not afraid of anything!"
Hu Haixiong raised his head and chest proudly, and at the same time he was full of contempt for Zhao Hao.
Isn't this Thirteenth Brother too cowardly?
What could scare him like this?
You really think I am a three-year-old child!
I'm going to be nine years old soon!
"hehe."
Zhao Hao smiled softly and asked doubtfully: "Are you sure?"
"Oh, I'm sure!"
Hu Hai was asked impatiently by Zhao Hao and waved his hands: "Brother Thirteen, just say it!"
"All right!"
Zhao Hao shrugged, and then said mysteriously:
"You heard clearly, the emperor's uncle suggested that the emperor be buried alive, that is, after the emperor passes away, all the people who were liked by the emperor during his lifetime must be buried with the emperor."
Having said this, he paused and stared at Hu Hai with a serious smile: "I heard that my father likes you very much."
"ah?!"
Hu Hai screamed in fright, and everyone walking in front looked at him.
Zhao Hao quickly put on a solemn look, as if nothing happened.
At this time, Ying Zheng, who was walking at the front, stopped, turned his head with a majestic look, and asked: "Hu Hai, what's the fuss about?"
"Father, son, no, it's the thirteenth brother."
Hu Hai was originally frightened by Zhao Hao, but now he was even more incoherent when facing Ying Zheng who looked majestic.
"enough!"
Before Hu Hai could finish what he said, Ying Zheng interrupted angrily and waved to Zhao Gao coldly: "Take him down and take good care of him. Don't cause trouble here!"
After saying that, he glared at Zhao Hao fiercely, turned around and continued moving forward.
You don't need to think about it to know that it must be Zhao Hao who is responsible.
I don’t know why this kid always has trouble with Hu Hai. He doesn’t look like an elder brother at all.
If there is any dispute between the two, it seems that during the political discussion in the Doctor's Palace, Hu Hai didn't respect Fusu very much, so the boy reprimanded him.
However, if we just celebrate this festival, we won’t hold a grudge so much, right?
Feeling helpless in his heart, Ying Zheng calmly stepped into the gate of the ancestral temple, walked through the Heaven Sacrifice Square, and climbed onto the Heaven Sacrifice Platform.
The ministers were arranged in an orderly manner under the stage.
When Ying Zheng stood at the highest point of the sacrifice platform, the old man came out again and shouted: "Your Majesty condolences to the ancestors——"
Ying Zheng walked to the three animal sacrifice table that had been prepared and bowed deeply. The Minister of Ceremonies quickly handed over the bamboo slips and asked him to recite the sacrificial text on it.
"To comfort our ancestors, be sincere and sincere. Only the remaining warriors of the sixth generation of Da Qin were able to unify the six kingdoms. I have many things to say to them!"
"Your Majesty is Holy Ming."
The Minister of Ceremonies bowed respectfully and stepped aside wisely.
Ying Zheng took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Old kings of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng unified China, created civilization, implemented new policies, and stabilized the world. You have not been disappointed!"
"Nowadays, the barbarians in the north and the barbarians in the south have repeatedly invaded China. Yingzheng decided to follow the people's will, drive out the barbarians, wipe out the barbarians, and lay the foundation for the Qin Dynasty for all generations!"
"Pray to the ancestors to bless my subjects. May the country be strong and the people be prosperous. I will always remember my ancestors. In April of the second year of Qin Shi Huang's reign!"
"Always remember our ancestors, make the country strong and the people prosperous!"
All the ministers agreed in unison.
The old man shouted: "Your Majesty worships God——"
Ying Zheng turned around and faced the four directions of southeast, northwest, bowed deeply, and solemnly shouted:
"Haotian is above, Fu Wei tells me, China is long, thousands of people are in Guizhou, the world is unified, we are a great country, all industries are prosperous, I will always remember the great virtue.
The first emperor of Qin Yingzheng, once again thanked God for his kindness. "
"Every industry will prosper, and great virtues will always be remembered!"
The ministers echoed again.
Ying Zheng slowly walked off the altar.
At this moment, the old man's voice rang again: "The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is over, the monarch and his ministers will enter the State Palace——"
"kindness?"
Ying Zheng was stunned again and turned to look at Ying Teng.
However, Ying Teng shook his head slightly, indicating that he had not arranged this process.
From the moment the old man stood up to preside over the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, Ying Zheng noticed something unusual.
Although he did not stop the old man, it did not mean that he would continue to listen to others.
"Uncle Ying Rong! If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly. Say it in front of the ministers, the past kings, and God!"
Ying Zheng held the Emperor's Sword in one hand and clasped his other hand behind his back, looking down at the old man in the audience, and said calmly.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I have no other intention. It's just that Your Majesty hasn't been to Yongcheng for a long time, and I want Your Majesty to see the maintenance of Yongcheng Palace. I have done my best!"
"Uncle Yingrong is determined. I have seen it. You have done a good job. Yongcheng is the old capital of my Great Qin and the root of my Great Qin. As long as you are here, the roots of my Great Qin will not be broken!"
Ying Zheng's voice was a bit deep to begin with. In addition, he spoke very slowly and emphasized his words so that there seemed to be an echo echoing around the altar.
The ministers heard it clearly, and Ying Rong also heard it clearly.
Just for a moment when Ying Zheng finished speaking, there was silence all around.
The sound of heavy breathing was clearly audible.
Zhao Hao seemed to feel a little nervous, but he couldn't explain why.
"Your Majesty, veteran Ying Chang has something to report!"
Just as the atmosphere gradually solidified, a middle-aged man stood up from behind Ying Rong and saluted Ying Zheng respectfully.
"Come on!"
Ying Zheng glanced at the middle-aged man named Ying Chang and raised his hand to indicate.
"Back to your majesty, I just heard from your majesty that the roots of the Qin Dynasty are in Yongcheng. I dare to ask your majesty, if the roots are broken, can they be cut off?"
"Ying Zhang is so bold!"
When Ying Teng heard what Ying Chang said, he immediately stood up and scolded Ying Chang without waiting for Ying Zheng to speak.
But he saw Ying Chang glanced at Ying Teng coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Ying Teng, although you are the sect leader of my Ying Qin royal family, don't forget that you are the young master and the queen!"
"When Wei Ran settled the feud between the young masters, he only killed them and Queen Hui Wen, but did not kill you and the rest. It was because our Ying Qin royal family had withered away. If we look at the past, you were nothing more than a traitor and a traitor!"
"Asshole!"
Ying Zheng was angry: "Who allowed you to act so arrogantly here!"
"Your Majesty, calm down!"
Ying Chang quickly handed over his hand: "It's not that the veteran is impudent, but it's actually that Ying Teng is not worthy of the position of Zongzheng!"
"oh?"
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "How do you say this?"
"Your Majesty, as the head of the Ying Qin royal family, you should think about the clan, but Ying Teng has evil intentions and wants to murder our Ying Qin clan!"
Wow!
The whole place was in an uproar.
Some people were stunned and speechless.
Some people stood with their heads hanging, as if nothing had happened.
Some people were full of doubts and looked at Ying Teng.
But Ying Teng said angrily: "You're talking nonsense! When did I plan to murder the Ying Qin clan?"
"snort!"
Ying Chang snorted coldly: "Have you ever remembered the 'Book of Thousand Words' I presented to you?"
"A book of a thousand words?"
Ying Teng was stunned for a moment, looking a little confused.
Ying Chang sneered and said, "You really didn't read it! This 'Thousand Words Book' was written by an expert under the guidance of the emperor's uncle, and its Feng Shui numerology is unique. The Feng Shui pattern of the Lishan Mausoleum is wrong. If it is not improved, it will definitely be destroyed." It will harm our descendants and destabilize the fate of the country!"
"What?!"
Ying Teng was shocked.
He had never received any 'Book of Thousand Words' and had no idea about it.
Now that I heard that Ying Chang said that it would harm his descendants and destabilize the fate of the country, he couldn't help but feel numb and quickly looked at Ying Zheng.
However, he saw that Ying Zheng's expression was indifferent, as if he had not seen him, and he said calmly to Ying Rong: "I would like to ask your uncle, which expert has you received to say that my mausoleum is faulty?"
"Your Majesty, my eyes are dim and I can no longer remember the appearance of the master. I only know that he calls himself An Qisheng." Ying Rong bowed and said.
"An Qisheng?"
Ying Zheng frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What did he say?"
"Returning to Your Majesty, he said that the Qin Mausoleum is close to Li Mountain in the south, because there is sand in Ligong, and the innate hexagram of Ligong is Qian. The Qin was damaged due to sand, and no dragons came after it. The shape of the sand on the left and right was ignored, and the water in the Wei River reversed, leaving the tomb alone and exposed to the cold. "
"what for?"
Ying Rong hesitated and said, "I don't dare to say this."
"Ah!"
Ying Zheng snorted and sneered: "You guys are so reckless here today, what else do you dare not say?"
"Your Majesty, I am not doing this for selfish reasons. I am just worried about Your Majesty and our Great Qin. I hope Your Majesty will learn from this!" Ying Rong said with sincerity on his face.
Ying Zheng said expressionlessly:
"Since you are dedicated to the country and me, then tell me and listen. I really want to know what it means to have no successor."
"this"
Ying Rong and Ying Zhang looked at each other, the former nodded, and the latter gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind. He stood up again and said with his hands in his hands: "The so-called dragon will never come after me, it means that I, the Great Qin Hui II, will die."
"Hahaha!"
Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he threw his head back and laughed.
Good guy!
Another one who cursed Da Qin!
Do you really think that your majesty’s sword is not sharp?
The ministers were thinking secretly and couldn't help but look at each other in shock.
Zhao Hao on the side frowned. He naturally knew who this An Qisheng was, that old guy Tang Juzhi.
What on earth does he want to do?
Why is the ghost still lingering? ?
Although the Great Qin Dynasty did die after its second generation in history, what does the demise of the Great Qin Dynasty have to do with the Feng Shui pattern of the First Emperor's Mausoleum?
This is too ridiculous!
"Why does everyone want me, the second generation of Great Qin, to die? Does that mean that if I don't change the Feng Shui pattern of Lishanling, my second generation, Great Qin, will die?"
Ying Zheng suppressed his laughter and said with emotion.
Ying Rong said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, the method is actually very simple. You only need to set up a living burial pit according to ancient methods on the east side of Lishan Mausoleum."
"Well, the solution is really simple..."
Ying Zheng nodded slightly, then waved his sleeves and said in a deep voice: "But, I refuse!"
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