My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty Chapter 229: Hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix, sending death to heaven and welcoming people's livelihood, only the emperor returns!
Chapter 229: Hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix, sending death to heaven and welcoming people's livelihood, only the emperor returns!
No one dares to speak.
The civil servants with a little bit of skill and intelligence looked at Gan Luo, lowered their heads and stopped talking.
The generals with a little bit of skills and martial arts looked at Wang Ye, with their heads held high and their expressions not angry but they didn't dare to say a word.
The people in the outer circle were even more confused about these words, and they were not meant for them in the first place.
No amount of freedom, democracy, or fairness is better than letting them eat the sacrifices to the end. Those fine wines and delicacies are what these people long for.
They just thought that Ying Chenglong was suffering from a mad disease, that Ying Chenglong was very crazy, and that Ying Chenglong disrespected heaven and the king, and would definitely be punished by heaven.
But because the First Emperor had been sitting upright on the high platform and had not expressed anything, the people in Guizhou who respected the First Emperor as a god would not have expressed anything either.
The prestige of the First Emperor was really too high.
God will definitely accept this fool!
The people thought to themselves.
Ying Chengyu opened his arms, facing the wind, and smiled softly.
"It's great."
He turned around and walked down the high platform without stopping when he passed by the First Emperor.
As he walked, he said: "I'm sorry, Brother Huang."
"How do you want me to cooperate?" The First Emperor, who had always had a tacit understanding with Ying Chengyu, said in a deep voice.
In the past, he could guess what Ying Chengyu wanted to do and what he wanted to do, and most of it was what he had to do and wanted to do, so he could cooperate very well.
But today, even if Ying Chengyu explained everything he wanted to do and wanted to do, the First Emperor still didn't know how to cooperate.
First, what Ying Chengxuan said was not what the First Emperor wanted to do, and what he wanted to do was seriously inconsistent with the First Emperor's philosophy of governing the country.
Second, the First Emperor did not believe that his brother really wanted to formulate rules and wanted all the officials and military officers of the Qin Dynasty to be under his control, as he said. This was something that even the First Emperor himself could not do.
Since Qin Xiaogong reused Shang Yang, six generations of Qin kings have worked hard, including King Huiwen of Qin, King Wu of Qin, King Zhaoxiang of Qin, King Xiaowen of Qin, and King Zhuangxiang of Qin.
It was only in the generation of the First Emperor that the Qin Law was established as the rule of the Qin Dynasty, allowing the Qin State to dominate the world.
Wanting to re-establish the rules means offending those who have vested interests in the current rules.
These people are definitely not the common people in Guizhou who cannot have enough to eat, but the courtiers who can ascend to the Xianyang Palace.
You can use a Ganluo knife to kill chickens and scare monkeys to establish your authority.
To attack the nobles and nobles of the Qin Dynasty is not to attack, but to seek death.
As long as the First Emperor believed that something was right, he could suppress it on his own and carry it out regardless of the civil and military opposition of the Manchu Dynasty. This would be the pinnacle of hegemony in history.
Like Ying Chengyu, if you say to your face that you don't obey me, I will kill you. The First Emperor cannot do this and will not do such a thing. This is too crazy.
"random."
No one can kill me anyway, so what if I fail?
The sound of words accompanied the sound of Ying Chengyu's footsteps without disturbing each other.
The First Emperor stared at Ying Chengyu's back with a serious face and cautious eyes.
"Shang Jun's reform offended the nobles of the old Qin Dynasty, and he was punished by being quartered with five oxen. Wu Qi's reform offended the nobles of Chu, and he was pierced by thousands of arrows and died.
“I was careful enough to create a ‘powerful’ school of Legalism but did not dare to sell it to a country because I knew that the reform would definitely lead to the most powerful revenge of the local nobles.
"It is difficult for those who have reformed in the past to have a happy ending. You are even crazier than them. Cheng Xi, why are you like this?"
Ying Chengqiao chuckled and said in a low voice: "Then why does the emperor work so hard every day and at least review one stone memorial?
"Why do we need to abolish feudalism and establish thirty-six counties after conquering the six kingdoms?
"Why build a Chidao to connect the east, west, north, and south of the Qin Dynasty, so that the army can reach it in ten days?"
Because I know that I am right, because I want Great Qin to last forever, and because I want to do the most for Great Qin in my lifetime.
The First Emperor replied in his heart without saying it out loud.
Ying Chengyu's three questions are not questions, but the answers to the questions he raised.
"You think you're right."
The First Emperor stood up and spoke.
"of course."
Unless the evolution of civilization over two thousand years is regression and backwardness.
Ying Chengyu was thinking, talking, and walking.
"I cannot support you."
The First Emperor turned his back to Ying Chengyu and whispered, the voice was so low that only he could hear it.
But although the voice was small, there was no hesitation anymore.
The First Emperor made up his mind and would not change it easily.
On the high platform, the sound of Ying Chengyu's footsteps disappeared along with his figure.
The First Emperor walked to the center of the high platform, wearing animal skins on his shoulders, plain clothes, and a kudzu belt around his waist, with a hazel stick in the kudzu belt.
The clothes he wore were exactly the same as those of Ying Chengyu, and the two of them had almost the same figure.
In the carriage, the two sets of clothes were put together, without the names of the First Emperor and Ying Chengyu written on them. Whichever set they got was the one they got.
"Emperor, Heaven and Queen, bless my great Qin!"
The First Emperor shouted loudly, and his voice broke through the air and spread far and wide on the water-washed blue canvas above his head.
"Emperor, Heaven and Queen, bless my great Qin!"
All civil and military officials shouted in unison, following the words of the First Emperor.
"Emperor, Heaven and Queen, bless my great Qin!"
The people shouted wildly, looking at the king in their eyes and the God in their hearts.
"Emperor, Heaven and Queen, bless my great Qin!"
Everyone in the audience was red-faced, shouting at the top of their lungs, shouting in a voice that would cause them to faint from lack of oxygen if they shouted twice more, venting their anger.
The First Emperor was surrounded by the support of mountains and tsunamis, surrounded by the voices of the people and nobles.
Standing on a high platform, high above, looking down at his subjects.
"But I won't stop you. I believe in my own judgment and your vision. If you win, the world will support you. If you lose, I will support you."
After lightly stepping on the footprints made by Ying Chengyu on the high platform made of white jade, the First Emperor showed a thoughtful look in his eyes.
God, does it exist?
This guy is so arrogant and domineering, yet he will not be punished?
This question is actually of no use to him. Regardless of whether Heaven exists or not, he will only do what he thinks is right.
But as the king of Qin and the king of the world, the First Emperor was not so happy to have the sky above his head.
After unifying the world, he changed the name of emperor to emperor. One of the reasons was that he didn't want to hear the word "zi".
The shouts under him continued, and the First Emperor glanced at them, suddenly stunned.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then he suddenly looked up at the sky, his eyes gleaming, full of doubts and blasphemy.
"Oh my god, didn't you see?" The First Emperor squinted his eyes and spoke softly, but every word was resounding. "No one is kneeling down."
Perhaps he was enraged by Ying Cheng, or perhaps he was attracted by the power of the First Emperor.
In short, under the high platform.
Those who shouted "Emperor, Heaven and Queen, bless our great Qin" did not kneel down.
Most likely they didn't mean it, they just forgot.
But some things are easy to forget but difficult to remember again.
"Emperor, Heaven and Queen, protect our great Qin?"
Ying Chengyu sat on the steps where he had just been sitting and did not go down immediately.
The white jade was a little cold, making his butt feel a little cold, but it couldn't freeze his strangely warm blood.
He looked at the turbulent crowd below, looked at the lively atmosphere below, and looked at everyone standing below.
Stretch out.
Yawn.
"It's great."
"Dance!"
The vast, ethereal, and rich voice of the First Emperor fell from the high platform when the momentum in the audience gradually faded.
The actors and actresses filed in one after another.
Those who wear animal skins and pretend to be corpses, and those who hold hazel sticks to drive away ghosts.
It imitates the dance of pigs, dogs, cows, sheep, monkeys, chickens, tigers, leopards and other animals.
The song is said to have been passed down from ancient times, but it is impossible to find out which ancient song it is from.
The sound of the guzheng is melodious, the sound of the chimes is ethereal, the sound of the green flute is sometimes sharp and sometimes soft, the sound of the pipa is sometimes intense and sometimes gentle...
As the actors performed hard, the scene quickly fell into a sea of joy.
People in Yongcheng, who usually don't have much entertainment activities, regardless of adults and children, men, women, old and young, all sang, danced, and made noise like crazy.
That look was a bit more terrifying than when Ying Chengyu went berserk on stage before.
It’s not surprising that Zigong watched the wax festival and said that people in the country were crazy about it.
All the voices blend together in this grand annual carnival, which is supposed to last for a long time.
But this year, another episode occurred.
A sharp, harsh one.
The tone and loudness far exceeded the sound of all musical instruments in the world, causing the whole area of Yongcheng to fall into a brief stasis.
The one who played the guzheng stopped playing, the one who played the chimes stopped playing, the one who played the green flute stopped playing, and the one who kept playing the pipa with random fingers stopped playing.
The actors and actresses, whether wearing animal skins or not, stopped chasing and followed the sound blankly.
Lingyou, who was singing loudly but had no idea what it meant, closed her mouth and opened her eyes wide to look for the source of the sound.
The actors who were pretending to be zoological animals all stood up and looked at the same place.
The people in Guizhou who were participating in the fun were scratching their necks to find something that made such a loud noise.
Under the high platform, I saw a group of burly men dressed as servants of the Chang'an Lord's Mansion. Each of them was holding a musical instrument with a mouth like a trumpet and a stem like a flute, which no one had ever seen before.
They held the copper pole in the middle with both hands, and their fingers touched it back and forth like a flute.
The harsh sound came from these dozens of unseen musical instruments, and a dozen of them overwhelmed all the mixed sounds at the scene.
"What is this?"
The First Emperor descended halfway from the high platform, stood behind Ying Chengyu, looked at the people below who were obviously wearing armor, and said suspiciously.
"Suona." Ying Chengyu grabbed the palm of the First Emperor and wrote the word "suona" on the hand of the First Emperor. "Of all musical instruments, suona is the king."
Listening to the only voice in the audience, the First Emperor withdrew his palm and snorted coldly.
"Wang? In my opinion, he is clearly the best among musical instruments! He is as scoundrel as you!"
This is a famous instrument hooligan.
Ying Chengyu stood up with a smile, looked at the disrupted wax ceremony, and walked down the stairs.
"I should have nothing to do later, I'll go back to Xianyang first."
"Come with me." The First Emperor and Ying Chengyu walked down the steps together, unquestionably saying.
Why is this guy so big-hearted? He has just made so many enemies, yet he still dares to go alone.
Ying Chengyu had no choice but to say: "There is no need to kill my brother. No one in the world can kill me."
"I don't care whether you live or die, but I'm afraid that if you are not in front of me, you will cause some mess for me!"
"well."
Ying Chengyu sighed.
"promise."
A child of eight or nine years old ran under the servant who was playing the suona. He blinked his big eyes and stared at the suona with light shining in his eyes.
Qin people did not have many toys in their childhood, only the images of their fathers and mothers working hard, and the funeral reports from one family after another.
The servant who was playing happily noticed the little guy under him, moved his mouth away from the mouth of the suona, squatted down, held the suona and handed it to the child and said with a smile: "Do you like it?"
Maybe it's because the uniforms worn by the servants are not very noble, or maybe it's because the children haven't grown up enough to feel the heaven.
The child's eyes moved along with the suona, and he nodded excitedly.
"I have two."
The servant took out another suona from his arms and waved it back and forth with one hand, looking very proud of himself.
The colors in children's eyes are brighter.
"Give you one!"
Looking at the suona handed to him, the child wanted to take it but didn't dare.
He wrung his hands and shook his head with a cute face.
"I do not have money."
He turned to look at his mother behind him.
"Neither does my mother."
His father passed away, and he died while accompanying Tongwuhou Wang Ben to attack the state of Wei.
Qin won that battle, but his father died and his family lost.
He and his mother haven't had a full meal for a long time. He is nine years old, but he is as tall as a six or seven-year-old child.
The sacrifices distributed at the end of the wax ceremony, the daily food of the honorable nobles, are what their mother and son look forward to throughout the year.
"It's not easy, can I care if you, a child like you, ask for money? Take it!"
The servant couldn't help but put the newly taken out suona into the child's hands, and continued to play the music as the large army moved forward.
Lord Chang'an said that he would go around Yongcheng so that everyone in Yongcheng would be brainwashed by Suona today!
The child who took the suona involuntarily was stunned for a moment, and then he ran back to his mother holding the suona, which was heavy for him.
He held up the suona and said excitedly: "Look, Mom!"
The mother, who had been watching the child's figure, touched the child's head lovingly.
"Mom, how much money can I exchange for this? How much corn can I exchange for?"
The child did not hesitate to put the newly acquired suona into his mother's hands without blowing it from beginning to end.
He was afraid that if he blew, he would lose a penny.
Grandma took it with her rough hands used to doing farm work and looked at it carefully.
"Mom doesn't know, but she has at least twenty dollars."
The peasant woman judged based on the copper rod of the suona, and she would only judge in this way.
Musical instruments, she, an ordinary peasant woman, had no idea how much they were worth.
The peasant woman put the suona into her arms and did not let the child return it.
Those who do not eat the food that comes to them are hungry, and those who are full have nothing to do with the common people.
The peasant woman saw the sparkling eyes of the child looking at the suona, and knew that her child wanted to play it, but she did not even think of letting the child try it.
Blow, what about one less money?
The disciples of the Armored Sect produced a lot of suona.
The Mohist disciples, led by the giant scientist, emitted more suona.
But there are only a few new suona sounds in Yongcheng.
Blow, what about one less money?
The Qin State fought for years, and nine out of ten families were mourned.
The desolate sound of the suona could only make the area near the high platform still for a moment, and soon everyone started to move.
Singing and singing, dancing and chasing, the sounds of various musical instruments came one after another, and the crowd became more and more happy.
The whole Yongcheng city was immersed in joy, and dozens of armored disciples were playing the suona hard. No matter where they went, they were the most beautiful ones.
The scientist listened intoxicated to the sound of the suona, which is known as the instrument hooligan in modern times.
"Your Majesty said that the suona is an instrument that can bring death and welcome life."
Look up at the sky.
"I will give you life now."
Step into the crowd.
"Come to welcome people's livelihood."
An hour later, the First Emperor announced that heaven, earth, ghosts, and gods had finished enjoying the sacrifices.
The cheers of the people in Yongcheng soared into the sky, which was ten times louder than the words shouting "Emperor, Heaven and Queen, bless me, the Qin Dynasty".
Many civil and military officials frowned and looked at the cheering people with dissatisfaction.
They don't know why these people are so excited, they find it difficult to understand, and they find it so noisy.
The cooks and maids went up to the high platform in order and took down the sacrificed pigs, cattle, sheep, fine wine and other items.
With eager and eager eyes, he distributed the food in his hands to the people lined up in front of him.
The people lined up neatly and would not jump in line no matter how eager they were. This was because of Qin Law.
During the reign of King Huiwen of Qin, one year in Yongcheng, the distribution of sacrifices for the Wax Festival resulted in stampedes, fights, and more than a thousand deaths and injuries.
Since then, there has been a special stipulation in the Qin Code that when the wax sacrifices are distributed, there must be no competition. Violators will be punished depending on their seriousness.
The wax sacrificial ceremony has reached its final step, and there is nothing more for the First Emperor to do after that.
A hard day's work.
The First Emperor, who was reciting memorial inscriptions, presiding over ceremonies, and wiping the butt of a certain scoundrel, felt a little tired.
When outside, he is still majestic and shows no signs of fatigue.
Fang Yi got into the luxurious carriage, took a quick look at Ying Chenglong, who was lying on several layers of animal skins, and said expressionlessly: "Get up."
Ying Chengyu put his hands on the back of his head, tapped Erlang's legs, and hummed the suona music outside.
After hearing the Emperor's order, he stopped the music without taking out his hands or lowering his legs, turned his head and said impatiently: "What's the matter?"
The First Emperor looked at Ying Chengyu coldly and said, "I can't get up."
Ying Chengyu rolled his eyes, sat up as if he really couldn't do anything to you, and said, "Say."
The First Emperor walked up to Ying Chenglong naturally, pushed Ying Chenglong out of the hide, lay on it, and sighed comfortably.
Phew~
This guy will still enjoy it!
"That's too much! I asked you before I came here if I wanted one for you, but you don't want one for yourself, so now you're here to steal it from me!"
Ying Chengyu scolded the First Emperor, sat where the First Emperor was correcting memorials, and patted the cushion under him dissatisfied.
Not soft at all!
There was only one piece of ground in the entire carriage, which was covered with animal skins ten centimeters thick, which was laid out by Ying Chengyu before getting on the carriage.
"What we did today was a temporary decision or a calculated decision over the years."
"It was a spur-of-the-moment idea, and it was calculated over the years." Ying Chengyu flipped through the memorials boredly and said, "I originally planned to do it in a few years, but now that I have climbed to that high platform and have this opportunity, I won't wait any longer."
[Meng Tian set his sights on the land of Jiuyuan and looked at where the Huns were, tens of thousands of miles from east to west, north and south. How could the great rivers and mountains allow the Huns to live there? Please enlist the people to build the Great Wall and conquer the Huns!]
Hey, you also want to fight the Huns, just in time, the little Taotie will be there soon, don't worry.
The First Emperor lay flat on his back with his eyes closed, sinking into the animal skin beneath him, and did not want to move except for talking.
"I won't let you enlighten the people's wisdom and prevent you from doing what you do, so you do this to me. I said that the seven northwest counties are for you to do what you want and let the results speak for themselves. You are too impatient. This person asked me to do a good job.
Some."
Ying Chengyu sneered and said, "I want you to do it? If you do it, won't you be opposing these people? When the reform is completed, you can just throw your hands away and let me go up and suffer. It's a nice idea."
Whoever wants to change the law will suffer backlash.
"Now that the matter is over, let's not talk about this, let's talk about other things." The First Emperor adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable and said: "Since you love the people so much, why don't you get more sacrifices."
Every year there are many wax sacrifices to worship heaven, but there are more people in Yongcheng.
The chickens, ducks, fish, pigs, dogs, deer and sheep piled densely on the high platform, as well as the fine wines and delicacies, were simply not enough to share.
"It's better to retreat and build a net when you are near the river. How much can I contribute with some sacrifices, so that I can feed Yongcheng? It's just one meal."
Ying Chengyu walked to the carriage door, lifted the curtain and looked outside.
"It is better to teach a man how to fish than to teach him how to fish. The 'fish' in the front refers to the fish with meat, and the 'fish' in the back refers to the fishermen's fish."
"It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish." The First Emperor recited softly and said with a smile: "You are such a stupid person, you can always tell some truth, this sentence is quite clever."
The noise and laughter outside echoed in the originally quiet car.
The most obvious one is the harsh suona sound, which breaks out among the many sounds.
"Does this song have a name?"
"A hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix."
"It sounds like joy, but it's not solemn enough."
Joy before the Qin Dynasty was not dominated by playing and playing, but by solemnity and solemnity.
How can a nobleman be so unreserved?
"It depends on who listens. Brother Huang will be happy when he hears it."
The First Emperor opened his eyes, supported his head with one hand, looked at his brother sideways, and said casually: "Do you want to listen?"
Could I have copied the song just for myself?
Ying Chengyu rolled his eyes and said, "Of course it's also a joy."
"Who hears this and does not rejoice?"
"sky."
Ying Chengyu pointed to the top of his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the ministers who were boarding the carriage with unhappy expressions.
And you.
The ministers thought it was very noisy even to the people who were excited and laughing. How could they like the suona that made its first public appearance in this world.
"God hears what he means."
"I fight with the sky, but the sky listens to its own sorrow and joy."
The First Emperor closed his eyes and thought about the officials and people standing under the high platform, shouting "Emperor, Heaven, Queen, Earth, bless me, the Qin Dynasty".
"When I say a memorial poem on a high platform, I have trouble breathing after I say it, but I don't feel the same when I say it on a flat ground. Why?"
"Oxygen is thin at high altitudes, so the same exercise will naturally feel more tiring than on the ground."
"Sheep's breath? Sheep's breath?"
The First Emperor wondered, as he heard another word that he had never heard before.
"It's hard for you to explain this. Let me think about it." Ying Chengyu touched his chin and said, "You have been to Mount Tai. Talking there, does it feel similar to that on a high platform?"
The First Emperor recalled it and said: "I am more tired than today. Is it related to the sheep energy you mentioned? Those Confucian scholars told me that Mount Tai is a sacred place."
"I don't know whether Mount Tai is sacred or not, but I know that you are tired because of the high altitude. If you read the same words loudly, the higher you go, the more tired you will be."
"That's it." The First Emperor nodded doubtfully and decided to go back and build a three-foot-tall building in Xianyang.
At a time of joy in Yongcheng.
Xianyang is also full of joy.
The Wax Festival is celebrated by the entire Qin State, regardless of region.
In Xianyang City, there were so many people that they occupied all the galloping lanes that were originally used for carriages and horses.
This makes it impossible for even an eight-hundred-mile fast horse from Korea to get on the galloping track.
But regardless of whether he made it to Chidao or not, the news from Han reached Xianyang, waiting for the return of the First Emperor.