Today is destined to be a "lively" day.
It is also a day worthy of being recorded in history.
The usual bustling streets were no longer as prosperous as before. The common people closed their stalls early and followed the convoy from a distance, admiring the empress's majestic appearance and wanting to witness something with their own eyes so that it could become a topic of conversation after dinner in the future.
West Market.
In the past, the "Chitiefang", which used to be so smoky that it could choke the whole street, had a "out of business" plaque early today.
There was no one in the huge workshop, and Yan Jiji's close disciple Xiao Tong was responsible for turning off the fire and watering the water.
Xiao Tong looked at the white foam floating strangely in the black slag after the water was poured in. He felt puzzled and couldn't help but be fascinated. He could vaguely see ferocious faces surging in the white foam. .
hiss!
Little Tong was frightened, and the gourd fell at his feet with a clang. He took three steps and two steps at a time, and stumbled to find his master Yan Jiji.
There was no one in the empty and cold workshop, and Xiao Tong finally found the master in a dark corner.
At this moment, Master Yan lost his usual optimism and cheerfulness. He huddled in the shadows, shivering from time to time and letting out strange laughter.
Xiao Tong's heart skipped a beat. He had never seen Yan Jiji like this before. He suddenly remembered the weird things about Yan Jiji a few days ago.
Not long ago, Chi Tiefang took over a big business and was responsible for building an altar for the royal ancestor worship ceremony.
At night, boxes of black boxes were moved into Chitiefang.
The next day Yan Jiji kicked everyone else out, leaving Xiao Tong to help him move the boxes in and burn them.
The box was long and narrow, and if it weren't for its light weight, Xiao Tong would have thought it contained someone.
Because that box, if it were a little bigger, would look like... a coffin.
When Xiao Tong boldly asked Yan Jiji what was inside, Yan Jiji scolded him: "Don't ask more questions if you shouldn't know!"
After a few days, boxes and boxes of cast and forged gold bricks were shipped outside the city.
Since then, something seemed to be wrong with Yan Jiji, and he was distracted.
Thinking of a series of strange things in recent days, Xiao Tong held his breath and got closer to Yan Jiji.
"master?"
Xiao Tong approached cautiously and stood in front of Yan Jiji. He didn't seem to notice it at all. He lowered his head and muttered something.
Listen carefully.
Listen carefully.
"I will be struck by lightning..."
"I will be struck by lightning..."
"I will be struck by lightning..."
"But……"
Yan Jiji smiled: "It's so refreshing."
…
In front of the imperial mausoleum.
The splendid altar covered with gold bricks seemed incompatible with the gloomy and solemn imperial mausoleum.
Zheng Xiu knew that the structure of the imperial mausoleum was complex, divided into upper and lower floors, genuine and false.
The imperial tombs on the upper floors were full of incense, and that was all for people to see. The actual mausoleums where the corpses of emperors of all dynasties are buried are hidden elsewhere.
The addresses of the tombs of emperors of past dynasties are secrets passed down orally from emperor to emperor of each generation. When it came to Wei Yangzun's generation, there was a little accident. Before Wei Yangzun died, the young emperor was still young and ignorant, so this secret was passed to Wei Ruyi.
Wei Yangzun's thoughts before his death were very simple. As the saying goes, the laws of the ancestors are immutable. Even if Wei Ruyi knew this secret, he would not be able to become an emperor. One day, he would be handed over to the hands of the little emperor.
"The auspicious time has come!"
At the top of the sun, an old civil servant with a sharp voice stood at the corner of the altar, coughed twice, and shook out a volume of imperial edict from his long sleeves. The edict is eloquent and has a total of thousands of words. What is written in it is to praise the achievements of the emperors of the Daqian Dynasty, bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and hope that the new emperor will uphold the spirit of the Wei family and pass on the Daqian dynasty to generations.
Under the shade of the altar's gorgeous umbrella, the former eldest prince, now the King of Prayer, holds a black and white chess piece in his palm, sitting in the elegant seat with a calm expression, his eyebrows lowered and silent from beginning to end. , seems to have no idea about all this, and accepts it from the heart.
The warm sun shines and the temperature gradually rises. All civil and military officials had different thoughts while reading the edict. Many people cast their eyes on King Qi's face from time to time. Some were worried, some were curious, and some were waiting for something. It stands to reason that when the empress ascends the throne, the only person she should be dissatisfied with is King Qi. King Qi has a legitimate name, pure blood, and upright roots. It is hard to imagine that King Qi can accept all this calmly without causing any trouble.
What's more, news of the death of the second prince and the third prince gradually spread. The death of the second prince is certain for everyone to see. For rebellion, he died well. But there are different opinions on the whereabouts of the third prince, and there is no definite answer. On this important day that could go down in history, the third prince's absence made his "death" more believable.
For a moment, the atmosphere was strangely quiet. The ministers were watching their noses and mouths, mouths and hearts, not daring to say anything, waiting patiently for the empress to ascend the throne.
At first many people's minds were not on the edict.
But the civil servant on the stage who was responsible for reciting the edict suddenly turned pale, clenched his knuckles, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead in the hot noon.
"read."
Sitting peacefully under the umbrella, in the quiet and strange atmosphere, Zheng Xiu said a word calmly and resonantly.
The civil servant suddenly made a loud noise and knelt on the ground, shaking like chaff: "I... don't dare!"
The sudden and strange incident caused the officials who were wandering in the world to focus their thoughts on the high platform again.
"hehe."
At this time, Jiang Gaoyi, the Minister of Punishment, seemed to have expected this moment. He straightened his appearance, shook his long sleeves, strode up to the altar, raised his hands to Emperor Wei Zhao who was sitting on the dragon chair under the shade of an umbrella, and said: "Your Majesty, Jiang Gaoyi, Dare to ask for orders and recite the imperial edict!"
Emperor Wei Zhao nodded.
King Qi, who was sitting across the altar from Emperor Wei Zhao, opened his half-empty eyes, paused slightly while playing with the chess pieces, frowned his slender brows, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.
What does this woman want to do?
What did she write in the edict?
Why did the civil servants suddenly kneel down and did not even have the courage to continue reading?
Didn't anyone give him courage? !
What is that woman planning?
King Qi had already calculated that Emperor Wei Zhao's ascension to the throne would be an unstoppable event, like a torrent, and whoever stood in his way would die. But King Qi didn't care about this. He had always been patient. If Emperor Wei Zhao wanted to ascend the throne, he would just let her ascend the throne. Now that the third and second brothers are dead, and the fourth brother has gone to the south, there is nothing to be afraid of. Once Emperor Wei Zhao dies, the only person left in the Daqian Dynasty who is qualified to sit on the throne is King Qi! At that time, he will be the destiny, the real emperor! King Qi...can afford to wait!
The reason why King Qi can sit here so peacefully today is simply because he chose to continue to endure and take the opportunity to seize "that thing" that his father accidentally mentioned. Only by seizing that thing can one be truly entrusted with the destiny of heaven. The king among men!
King Qi chose to endure and hide. He could even watch Emperor Wei Zhao evade his power and pull out all his minions. King Qi could still kneel in front of Emperor Wei Zhao with a smile and accept "Qi." "King" is the position of prince.
King Qi looked at Jiang Gaoyi with a sad expression on the altar with cold eyes, and an unknown omen came to his heart.
"Woo-"
The sad and low voice echoed in King Qi's ears.
At first he thought it was the sound of the wind.
He stood up blankly and walked towards the altar following the sound. His eyes gradually became unfocused, like a zombie, as if something was attracting him to the altar. Almost at the same time, the radiant female emperor Wei Zhao, also escorted by Yin Qingqing and Xi'er, climbed the stairs step by step, dragging her luxurious and splendid long pendulum, announcing to the world and the world the new emperor's accession to the throne.
Wow!
Jiang Gaoyi was neither humble nor arrogant, and read the edict with a calm expression. But the trembling wrinkles on his face and the trembling voice that he tried to suppress were obviously greatly shaken. He is reading out the deeds of past emperors!
But the deeds of the emperors of the past dynasties do not declare their achievements, but their various stains that have not been recorded in detail in the history books!
woo woo woo woo!
A trace of black air invisible to the naked eye, like hair, overflowed from the gaps in the gold bricks on the altar.
King Qi stumbled towards the altar.
He could no longer hear clearly what Jiang Gaoyi was reading loudly on the altar.
All civil and military officials were in an uproar!
Looks horrified!
Some people were so scared that they knelt on the ground!
Some people call it nonsense in their hearts and shout long live!
However, a weeping howl sounded in King Qi's ears, which became clearer and clearer.
He looked at the magnificent gold bricks in the sun. There was a trace of sickly paleness in the rich gold. The wailing sound he heard clearly came from the makeshift altar at the feet of Emperor Wei Zhao. Shocks are heard from every gold brick!
"ah……"
"Asshole..."
"God will destroy me..."
"My ancestors..."
In the howl like a whisper, he even heard the voice of his father, Emperor Wei Yangzun.
Boom!
A thunderbolt exploded strangely in the clear sky, and thunder flashed during the day, making everyone turn pale with fright. Only then did King Qi recover from the whispers. He raised his head blankly and looked at Jiang Gaoyi, who was making an impassioned speech on the altar.
The edict he recited also came to an end.
I pray that the king will understand and wake up like a dream!
He looked around and realized why the ministers were all kneeling on the ground in fright.
"Change the name of the country to...Dachi Dynasty!"
"Starting today is the beginning of the calendar year!"
"I am...Emperor Chi Zhao!"
puff!
King Qi made a puff and knelt on the ground. The crazy whispers were cursing and roaring. They were the voices of the ancestors of their Wei dynasty and the centuries-old foundation built by their Wei dynasty. The sound of a sudden collapse.
King Qi's eyes were bloodshot, and an absurd but reasonable idea came to his mind uncontrollably. A dry and hoarse voice came out of his split lips. He stared blankly at the high-spirited empress on the altar and murmured. : "You... you... you trampled on your ancestors... under your feet?"
call!
The wind is blowing!
A second ago, there was a clear sky with no clouds and a scorching sun. From nowhere, a dark cloud condensed like lead poured out from nowhere! The dark clouds were rolling, and purple and pale electric light shone in the clouds, invisible. In the center of the surging dark clouds, spinning silently, a huge and deep cloud hole appeared strangely in the sky, facing the altar!
"They are your ancestors."
Zheng Xiu stood quietly in the distance. His calmness was in sharp contrast to the panic around him. At this moment, he was incompatible with the surrounding scenery, as if he existed in two worlds.
"I dug up the imperial mausoleum of your Wei Dynasty. The decaying corpses inside were burned into powder, cast into gold bricks, and built into a high platform. The new emperor trampled under his feet."
"This declares the end of the Wei royal family."
"From today on, there will be no more Wei Dynasty."
"Emperor Zhao is not the first female emperor in history, but a new... founding emperor!"
"Your time has passed."
Zheng Xiu looked up at the huge vortex of clouds in the sky and said calmly: "This is the only way..."
Lady Anne looked at Zheng Xiu quietly: "This is the only way..."
The monk who had always been very quiet suddenly touched his bald head and looked at the sky. The white part of his eyes was completely dyed black, and his dark pupils were like two bottomless black oceans, twisting and boiling. , whispering, staring. The monk smiled: "That's the only way..."
King Qi didn't expect it.
His sister could do things so well.
The sound in King Qi's ears completely disappeared, becoming ethereal.
Suddenly there were only black and white left in front of him.
Despair, helplessness, anger, all kinds of emotions were like a vast ocean, drowning him, and like an invisible hand, in just a moment, in the blink of an eye, all his reason was wiped out.
ridiculous.
He felt that he was ridiculous. His own forbearance, his efforts, and the overt and covert fights with his brothers over the years became meaningless in front of that piece of edict. He had calculated and tried many times, but he could not imagine that Wei Ruyi could achieve this step.
She stepped on the ashes of previous emperors and ascended to the throne of empress!
"So cruel..."
"You are so cruel..."
King Qi's face was distorted, the corners of his eyes were cracked, and his brows were no longer as gentle and elegant as before. Snapped! The vision in front of him cracked into a small dot, and then he heard a sound like a glass wine glass shattering to the ground.
"ah---"
King Qi knelt on the ground and screamed hysterically. The silent wave spread to all sides, and the weak civil servant was shocked, rolled his eyes, and fainted. Zheng Xiu had no expression on his face. He took out a scroll from his arms and spread it out with a flick of his wrist. It turned out to be a roll of snow-white drawing paper.
As the ink light and shadow overflowed from the unfolded scroll, light gray vortexes appeared on the white paper. Hundreds of cultural relics officials present, the prefects of the Thirty-six Western Prefectures, and other innocent family members were all included in the scroll in the blink of an eye. Figures frozen in astonishment suddenly appeared on the blank scroll.
rub.
On the body of the screaming King Qi, lines like beads appeared, and upon closer inspection, they turned out to be clear black and white chess piece patterns. A small gray dot first appeared under his feet. The small dot suddenly spread to all directions, and in an instant it became a smooth plane like a mirror.
The connected red flowers seep out from the mirror, and the poignant and picturesque ink-colored light infects the world unbridled.
King Qi's body sank little by little. He had already lost the will to live and was pulled into the mirror without any resistance.
"Oh? I thought..."
Lady Anne looked curiously at the scroll scroll in Zheng Xiu's hand.
Zheng Xiu's eyes flashed. He didn't explain anything, nor did he defend his actions. He didn't even look at Annie, he just said: "This is enough."
"Father, mother, you also leave here quickly!"
Zheng Xiu looked back and found that his father and mother were holding hands and calmly blocking the attraction of the blank scroll. A ripple appeared in his heart that was as dead as an ancient well, and he quickly shouted to Zheng Haoran and his wife.
"Watch out!"
Zheng Haoran looked behind Zheng Xiu anxiously and shouted. Zheng Xiu didn't look back. A white-haired shadow flashed behind him, and illusory long swords appeared beside him, shooting towards the back with a fierce momentum.
Chi Chi Chi Chi!
"Hey Hey!"
Bloody holes appeared on the body of the monk who was attacked by surprise, but he suddenly felt no pain, jumped away like a monkey, stood not far away, stroking his bald head and laughing.
"late!"
Zheng Xiu's eyes narrowed, he opened a gap with his hand, put the scroll into the gap, and looked back at the monk.
"It seems that it is inevitable that we have to face those scum head-on."
Lady Anne squatted above Zheng Xiu, one person and one cat, with the empress in between, facing each other.
The shadow under the monk's feet suddenly split into seven, extending infinitely into the distance. There was a weird smile on his face, and his eyes were as dark as ink, as pure as black.
Staring into the monk's eyes, Chuntao turned pale and felt dizzy.
Zheng Haoran's heart was pounding in his chest, and he secretly thought something was wrong, so he covered his wife's eyes: "Madam, be careful."
There were still Zheng Xiu's confidants present, Qing Shisan, Ji Hongou, Pei Gaoya, and the secret tribe headed by Yin Qingqing, as well as Jun Buxiao and other members of the Jingzong who were loyal to Zheng Xiu.
The monk's sudden "rebellion" caused people on Zheng Xiu's side to panic for a moment, but not long after, everyone looked into the monk's eyes and knew that the problem must be with the monk.
Their..."Holy Monk".
Staring into those strange eyes, everyone felt varying degrees of discomfort.
Those black eyes seemed to be filled with an abyss. While they were staring into the abyss, the thing called the abyss was also staring at the world greedily.
