Six hundred and seventieth eight chapters change the world
After spending the whole night talking with the emperor, at the first light of dawn, the emperor stood up with a hunched body.
When he was about to reach the door, the old emperor with white hair and beard suddenly stopped.
The sky in the east has turned white.
The morning star shines with the last light of the night in the light blue night sky.
The morning breeze blew, and the old emperor's beard and hair swayed lightly in the wind. His tall and straight figure was now rickety and breathless.
In the morning light, the old man stood quietly at the door with his hands behind his back, motionless.
At that moment, Lu Heng, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly realized that this old man who stood at the top of the Zhou Dynasty's power was actually so lonely.
"Something suddenly occurred to me!"
The emperor put his hands behind his back and looked at the brightening sky in the east.
His eyes were firm, but with a little regret.
After letting out a long sigh, the old emperor said with a trembling voice: "In this life, I will kill all my sons! Alas!"
With a long sigh, the old emperor trembled slightly.
He walked slowly with his back hunched over and his hands behind his back.
Behind him, Lu Heng stood up and stared at the old emperor's back quietly for a long time.
When he saw the old emperor about to walk down the steps, Lu Heng said softly: "Hey, old man, have you heard a word?"
The emperor stopped, but turned around.
Lu Heng smiled and said loudly: "People often say that a son-in-law is half a son! Don't worry, we will come back to see you often in the future! I, Ankang, and your grandson will also be there in the future!"
The emperor's old body trembled slightly and he turned around with difficulty.
Looked at Lu Heng quietly.
Lu Heng had a smile in his eyes and nodded slightly.
The emperor grinned, his beard and hair flying in the morning breeze.
"I'm so happy to hear you say that!"
The emperor laughed, raised his hand and waved to Lu Heng, then turned and left.
At that moment, peach blossoms were flying in the White Horse Temple.
The old emperor walked briskly among the colorful fallen flowers.
Between the steps of the dragon and the tiger, you can vaguely see the heroic and heroic posture of the past.
Lu Heng was not seen behind him.
At that moment, the old emperor smiled happily, and the smile on his wrinkled face was just like the smile of the eldest prince when he returned from victory and saw the city of Tokyo forty years ago.
Sweet and mellow. Just like a pot of old wine that has been buried for forty years!
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"Your Majesty is very happy!"
In the morning breeze, peach blossoms fell in profusion.
Amid the falling red, Liu Qingqing's azure floral dress danced lightly in the wind, like a fairy.
After staring for a long time, Liu Qingqing said softly.
Lu Heng smiled, reached out and hugged Liu Qingqing's waist from behind, and kissed her gently on the ear.
"I am also very happy!"
Hearing this, Liu Qingqing hummed slightly, then slowly leaned back and hid in Lu Heng's arms.
He raised his head and looked at the peach blossom petals flying in the sky with his beautiful eyes.
A beautiful smile, as quiet as a fragrance.
Beside them, Bai Suyan and Su Qianqian walked over slowly.
He smiled shyly and moved closer to Lu Heng's arms.
Not far away, in the wing room.
Agui was crying and wiping his tears.
Beside him, Sang Biao saw how miserable Agui was, and at first he laughed at Agui's sensibility.
However, after a while, Sang Biao also cried out of nowhere.
A group of grown men hugged each other, crying heartbrokenly and full of passion.
"Uuuuuu. General Agui, uuuu. You, uuuuu, what are you crying for?" Sang Biao wiped his tears and looked at Agui with tears in his eyes.
Agui raised his sleeves and wiped away the tears on his face,
Like a lovable little girl, she sobbed twice, her huge body trembling.
"I..." Agui sobbed and said with a choked voice: "I, I miss my wife!"
Sang Biao, who was full of sorrow, clicked and his crying suddenly stopped after hearing this.
A very unnatural look appeared on his face. After squirming twice, he wiped the tears from his face and stood up slowly.
"Oh, that's how it is!"
Sang Biao found something to say when he had nothing to say, then turned his head and glanced outside, coughed and said, "I'll go out first!"
After saying that, Sang Biao pushed the door open and walked out.
After walking outside, Sang Biao raised his head and took a deep breath.
He turned his head and pointed his middle finger at the west wing.
It’s amazing to have a wife! Humph!
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When the sun rose in the east, Lu Heng and his party had returned home.
Wang Tingzhi and the other girls, who had not slept all night, stood at the door with tears in their eyes, looking at Lu Heng walking in the morning light.
"Wives, I'm back!"
Lu Heng turned over and dismounted, and then hugged Liu Qingqing, who had a pretty and slightly red face.
After tidying up his clothes, Lu Heng stretched out his arms, smiled slightly at the women standing at the door, and shouted loudly.
The women burst into laughter, with tears in their eyes.
"My lord!"
The voice of Yingying Yanyan surrounded Lu Heng, instantly melting Lu Heng's heart completely.
The morning light was slightly dewy, and the dew swirled on the grass blades, shining brightly.
The peach tree in the yard is in full bloom. Looking from a distance, it looks like a pink cloud.
Hidden by the pink clouds, the happy smiles on the pretty faces of the women are more beautiful than the peach blossoms.
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The seventh year of Qingyuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, spring, March 18th.
The heaven-sacrifice ceremony was held in Baiyun Mountain in the suburbs.
That day, the bells and drums rang together, and the flags covered the sun.
Ahead, the golden luan drove forward mightily.
Behind, civil and military officials walked on foot.
Thousands of cow guards followed closely to protect the safety of the new king.
It's noon.
After the emperor's master finished preaching the words to worship the heaven, the sound of ritual music started instantly.
The old emperor took the new emperor's hand and walked up to the altar under the watchful eyes of all the civil and military officials.
They both knelt down and worshiped the sky.
Kneel three times and kowtow nine times, praying to heaven to bless the great Zhou Dynasty for all generations, and to have good health at dawn.
The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven lasted for a whole day.
It was late in the evening when the ceremony was over.
But the civil and military officials did not return home. Instead, they followed the emperor and entered the imperial city together.
They know that the heaven-sacrifice ceremony is just an appetizer.
The real highlight is tomorrow's morning meeting.
A night of silence.
Each of the ministers had something in mind, whether it was sadness, emotion, or hope.
I had complicated thoughts and tossed and turned all night.
When sleep gradually sets in, the sky in the east has turned white.
When a ray of sunlight shines on the Golden Palace, illuminating the magnificent hall.
In the imperial city, the trumpet sounded long and loud.
The civil and military officials tidied up their clothes and marched out in formation.
Under the leadership of the Ouchi Supervisor, they formed a long queue and marched toward the Zichen Hall.
On both sides of the road leading to Zichen Palace, Qianniu Guards stood with banners in their hands, standing in the wind, with one post every three steps and one sentry every five steps.
The Eighth Princes of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the outstanding King of Huainan, the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu Ningyuan, and the youngest imperial master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the legends of an era, Lu Heng and Lu Yongzheng, walked hand in hand at the forefront.
Behind him are Zuo Pu She Huang He, Qin Shihu, the Duke of Qin, Wang Shichao, the commander of the southern camp, Wang Gongye, the hussar general, and Zhan Xiong, the brave general...
One by one, either generals who left a great reputation on the battlefield, or civil servants who made great contributions in post-war reconstruction, followed the King of Huainan and the Imperial Master in front, heading towards the majestic Zichen Palace in the morning light.
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After entering the main hall, the courtiers stood in their respective positions.
What will happen today?
The hearts of all civil and military officials are extremely bright.
However, at this moment, there was silence in the huge Zichen Palace.
The dark crowd of civil and military officials stood silently, not saying a word.
After waiting for a long time, the loud voice of the chief steward came from the door.
"The Holy One has arrived!"
"Welcome Your Majesty!"
All civil and military officials turned around and faced the aisle. After singing a song, they raised their hands and raised their eyebrows, and bent down, waiting for His Majesty's arrival.
In the rising sunshine, the old emperor finally appeared at the door.
He raised his head and glanced at the throne in front of him that had been sitting for forty years. After taking a deep breath, he turned his head and smiled at the new king Zhao Zheng beside him.
"Walk!"
The emperor said lightly and stepped across the threshold.
Beside him, Xiao Wu nodded, stretched out his hand to support the emperor, and respectfully helped his grandfather across the threshold.
The two stood side by side, and under the gaze of the officials, they walked step by step towards the dragon chair.
After stepping on the steps and reaching the highest peak of Dazhou Power.
The emperor hunched over and walked to the dragon throne. He bent down, with a faint smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to slowly touch the throne he had sat on for forty years.
After touching it for a while, the emperor sighed softly, took a step forward, turned around, and sat down slowly.
On the side, Xiao Wu slowly sat on a chair beside him after receiving the emperor's signal.
The emperor looked calmly at the hundreds of civil and military officials present.
Looking at them, old and young, I couldn't help but think of the ups and downs of my more than 40 years in power.
Thinking of the scenes that were still vivid to this day, the emperor felt something in his heart and smiled slightly.
Many of them have not been seen for more than ten years.
Just watching quietly, after a long time, the emperor withdrew his gaze.
After sighing softly, he leaned back slightly and leaned on the dragon chair.
He raised his hand and said calmly to the chief steward on the side: "Declare the decree!"
The calm voice, with a bit of fatigue, spread far away.
The chief steward on the side responded respectfully, then stepped forward, bent down, stretched out his hands and took the imperial edict from the guard on the side.
After opening it and taking a look, the Ouchi Supervisor read it out loud.
"Emperors have always governed the world with respect for Heaven and the Patriarch as their first priority. Respecting Heaven and the Patriarch is truly gentle and far-reaching, providing for the common people, sharing the benefits of the four seas for the benefit of the world, and protecting the country from danger.
To govern before there is chaos, to work hard day and night, and to sleep without skipping a beat, is a long-lasting national plan, and the common people are close to it.
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I am seventy years old, and I am cherished by all the kings, ministers, officials, soldiers and people, as well as the people of the kingdom. Although I am an old man, I am happy to die now.
The son of Emperor Taizu, Prince Li, and his descendants are all safe now. If you can be vigilant and safe after my death, I will be happy to pass away peacefully. Zhao Zheng, the grandson of Prince Zheng, has a noble character and is deeply loved by me. He will surely be able to inherit the throne.
After I have ascended the throne and become the emperor, I will abide by the rules of the public and hold the position for twenty-seven days. I will release the document and announce it to China and foreign countries, and the envoys will hear about it.
March 18th, the seventh year of the Qingyuan period of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
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