Chapter 501 – Sending the Royal Father
Chapter 501: Sending the Emperor’s Father
The imperial capital was flooded with blood overnight, and all the ministers and courtiers who had been hostile to Western Qin were purged, implicating a wide range of people.
Until the second day the streets and alleys are still filled with the smell of blood ……
The first year of the Great Zhou Sheng Gong, the ninth day of the eleventh month, a good day.
Sunny and cloudless.
Early in the morning.
In place of the Son of Heaven, the princes, zongzhengs and ministers of the Ministry of Ceremony of the Great Zhou Imperial Family offered sacrifices to the Imperial Temple and went through the general ceremonial process of the new emperor’s ascension to the throne.
And the ruins of the palace around the altar of heaven, in just three days’ time, under the powerful manpower, material resources and abundant materials to repair it, it was already barely presentable.
Thousands of courtiers and generals above the fifth rank in the capital, led by Feng Zihu, Liu Guangshi, Taishangong, Su Wuji, Yu Siliu, and others, dressed in neat court uniforms were divided into four directions.
Only their gazes all looked in the direction of the Zhentian Palace with complex expressions.
Within a few days of the death of two emperors, and then the establishment of a new emperor, full of the dynasty back then against the radical ministers of Western Qin all ambushed, His Highness the King of Qin’s mind is not clear, the future of this great Zhou how to do?
Just listen to the eighteen heavenly bells ringing, a purple Prince robe of Jiang Yuqing pulling the brand new small dragon robe of the little emperor Ji Yu walked out.
“Long live my Emperor, long live my Emperor!”
Immediately, the courtiers called out long live the emperor, and their voices shook the imperial city.
“Uncle, I’m afraid!”
The young emperor Ji Yu was frightened by the earth-shattering shouts, grasping Xin Zhuo’s broad palms, staggering on his feet, the twelve tassels on the emperor’s crown shaking left and right, and speaking timidly.
He had already been explained by his grandmother, mother and aunt that his uncle had saved his life, that his uncle would personally put him on the throne, and that he had to listen to his uncle in everything.
“No need to be afraid!”
Xin Zhuo said: “You have to remember, you are the emperor, the master of this world, you are the greatest! Also, call yourself me!”
“Oh ……”
Ji Yu seemed to understand and nodded his head, tilted his head and asked : “Uncle will always accompany me …… me?”
“No, uncle is going to leave, in the future this Jiangshan to rely on your own.”
“Oooh ……”
“Not allowed to cry, you are a man, an emperor, to learn to be strong, can not be weak?”
“Well, I will not cry!”
“Very good, remember, in the future, you can’t be as over-ambitious as your uncle and father, and you can’t be like that aunt of yours, who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goal, and treats other people’s lives as grass!”
“Well, I will learn from my uncle!”
Xin Zhuo looked at the moonwatch well in the just successful sacrifice spirit of the little emperor and the great week of qi, this child is simple-minded to the extreme, milky, or a clean diamond, can not help but face incomparably complex, said: “You do not need to learn uncle, uncle himself has not lived to understand, you only need to remember, in the future to love the people, love the warriors, that is the bright king!”
Ji Yu cocked his head: “I know.”
“Very good!”
Xin Zhuo pulled him already up to the altar of heaven and waved his hand, signaling him to go and worship the heavens.
Ji Yu was scared again, it was easy to walk to the front of the nine dragon incense burner, burning three incense sticks, the lines memorized in his mind for the night were forgotten, he looked back to his uncle, there was no instruction, so he had to think about it and raise the incense high : “I told the heavens that I will be a good emperor!”
Xin Zhuo look in a trance, can not help but think of these years and the three emperors of the Great Zhou grudges between, and then by the mountains and seas of “long live the emperor” sound awakened.
At this time, only to see the young emperor Ji Yu suddenly turned around, kneeling down respectfully to him: “I Ji Yu, worship uncle Jiang Yuqing as the father of the emperor, with the Great Zhou community level shoulders, the world to receive incense, never disobey!”
Xin Zhuo frowned, I don’t know if this little emperor came up with this on his own, or someone secretly taught him?
Just then, he heard thousands of princes and ministers bowing down again: “Subjects and others see the supreme emperor!”
The cries shook the ears.
Xin Zhuo gently sighed, if you guys are playing like this, in the future, when the royal family of Great Zhou is in trouble, I am afraid that I will not be able to say that I will not do anything.
Pulling up the little emperor: “Let’s go, follow me to pay homage to the martyrs of Western Qin!”
West Qin Martyrs’ Shrine, located on White Mist Mountain, thirty miles south of the Imperial City. Jiang Yuqing, the emperor, and a group of public ministers went there in a neat honor guard and surrounded by 3,000 imperial city guards, stretching for several miles.
The people along the way gave way on their own and then spontaneously followed.
To be under the White Mist Mountain, the back has been followed by 100,000 people, into the eyes of a dense swath.
Shui Qingliu, Feng Shuning, Li Shiyue, Murong Yunxi, Zongxi, Lv Jiu and so on are also among them, Jiang Yuqing’s return and the beheading of each clan’s ancestor is well known to the empire, and they don’t find it strange, or have already become numb to it.
Jiang Yuqing, the Jiang family’s son, the West Qin County King, the King of Qin, and the Supreme Emperor, along the way, what was it that he couldn’t do? What people can’t he kill? Who in the whole world doesn’t know him?
Being born in the same era as him is the sorrow of all talented martial artists, all of them are inevitably enveloped by his light, which is helpless but hard not to admire!
Xin Zhuo led the young emperor and the public ministers to the top of the White Mist Mountain already, only to see dozens of slightly smaller graves clustered around a gigantic grave right in front of them.
In front of the forest of graves stood a huge stone monument, filled with densely written words of sacrifice and famous Western Qin generals and soldiers.
Jiang Hu, Jiang Yuxi, Jiang XIII, Jiang Barbarian, Jiang Gu’en, Yuchi Jun, Yuchi Shuo Maru Lie, Yuchi Shuo Zhen, Tuoba Ke’ui, Lin Haotian, Folding Tengkun, Folding Tengjiao, Helian Sheng, Feng Sanbao, Sun Miaoyi, Zhang Guangpu ……
and a million sons and daughters!
Xin Zhuo stood silently for a long time, only to feel sour in his heart, the matter of Western Qin, gave him glory, martial realm, accompanied him on a long way, gave him great help, this many, many people, frankly speaking, kinda cute, with the unique temperament and temperament of the people of this world.
Unfortunately, ah, the creation of people!
He took the imperial wine held in the hands of a side of the forbidden guards, and poured four cups, one cup to honor the Western Qin army, one cup to honor the martyrs, one cup to honor the year, and then raised the last cup: “The scenery of this place is good, looking at the mountains near, looking at the imperial capital from afar, it’s just a pity that we’re separated from each other by the yin and yang and can only get together in the next life, what I owe to you guys, I’m punishing myself!”
Raise the cup and drink up!
Then walked to the center of a huge monument without words, with his finger as a knife, carved a line of words.
“The heroic souls of Western Qin, honored by heaven and earth!”
The tip of his finger bled, and the eight characters were blood red!
Taking three steps back, he bowed and saluted.
Behind him, the young emperor and a group of public ministers saluted.
After the salute, Duke Tai Seeker and Yu Siliu suddenly stepped forward and bowed profusely, looking despondent: ”Your Highness! I have been guilty and have never found the opportunity to admit my faults to you, and I am willing to be punished in every way!”
Xin Zhuo silently looked at the two men for a while before he said: “The karma of the ruler and the minister is over, it’s boring to talk too much, take care of yourself!”
He turned around and walked towards the distance, which was not the direction of the capital.
The young emperor had developed a great dependence on him in a short period of time, it seemed that without this man in front of him, no one could be his elder anymore, he couldn’t help but get teary eyed and kneeled down: “Elder Emperor, are you gone? Will you come back to see Yu’er?”
Xin Zhuo likewise did not answer, traveling further and further away until he was out of sight.
“See the Upper Emperor off!”
The court full of ministers and 100,000 people saluted in unison.
These years of conquest, this change, in the end, Jiang Yuqing did not touch half of the imperial power, it is worthy of the world’s respect, but also worthy of history books.
But for Xin Zhuo, this red dust merits and demerits of right and wrong, let others comment, I have to be up.
Down the cloudy mountain, in front of three carriages, six or seven riders, pulling a large furnace tripod car and gold and silver treasures, has been waiting for a long time.
……
“Jiang Yuqing gone, this kid is a smart person ah, a pity.”
In a hidden dark place, a hazy figure sat vaguely.
Sitting next to it on a plate was another person, his breath was shriveled, and he faintly said, “The great world of martial arts that rotates once every 100,000 years is coming, and with him gone, the Four Sacred Mountains, Ye Chen, Qin Wuji, and those people will be left without a target, and also, once the ancient monsters, heavenly prides, saints, saints, saints, and the chaotic sons of bloodline, and sons of qi present in the ancient canonical books are full of legends, and also no one to use them, how the world will be in strife, it’s hard to say!”
“Your vision is still focused on these few hundred years, the pattern is too small, far inferior to Jiang Yuqing!”
The hazy figure gave a dry laugh: “Who knows what will happen in the future? How will those legendary monsters come out and how will they come out? How will the legendary six domains, seven seas, eight mountains, and millions of miles of vast heaven and earth appear?
A mere eighteen realms Jiang Yuqing would really be a mole, and who would deal with him? Who cares about him?
The Four Sacred Mountains and the old man and others are just a drop in the ocean.
Old me’s doppelganger was never able to calculate the end of the astrological and heaven and earth changes before he was destroyed by Jiang Yuqing.”
Another person laughed bitterly, “It’s better to live a life of caution, so …… don’t be like her!”
(End of chapter)