Chapter 11: Who Does the Floating Slaughter Save?

"Your Majesty, you can't go any further. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qingzhan sent her to kneel, holding her leg and refusing to let her take a step forward. Ye Daiwan secretly thought to herself, it would be nice if her height was two meters eight, as if an aura of two meters eight was useless. The fire burned so badly that it was an inextinguishable fire for this era.

"How's it going?" Ye Daiwan asked bluntly.

"Your Majesty, there are still some in there. The fire was too big. Said the squire, whose beard had been half burned. His face was stained black with sweat, and there were even many burn marks on the back of his bare hands. This is a man of good faith. It's much better than someone who survives.

"If there isn't enough water, where is the nearest well? Go and pick it up. If a person is upstairs, can a ladder be put on the railing to save him? How many are still inside? Is there a roster? Ye Daiwan asked a series of questions, and the attendants were stunned.

"Yes, Your Majesty, there may be two or three attendants who will guard the temple, but that doesn't matter. Your Majesty, please forgive your sins, as well as Emperor Duanping, Emperor Lieji, Emperor Chongping, Emperor Mourning, and Emperor Huangli...... The plaques of the Seven Emperors were not saved. The minister immediately sent another person in. The squire's sweat dripped to the ground and evaporated in an instant on the hot slate.

"No, of course I do." Ye Daiwan broke free from the shackles of Qingzhan. "But it's not the tablets that are dead things that matter, it's the people. If there are still people, they must be rescued. No one is important. They were all the people of Great Wei. ”

The dutiful attendant stared at her in shock with wide eyes. "But Your Majesty, they're all just ......"

"Your Majesty, you are so vexatious. He ignored the position of the cards of the emperors. We need to save these insignificant little people. Your Majesty, what should you do with the dignity and pride of the Great Wei warriors! Xu Jingming unceremoniously poured back all the words she had just said.

He had been ignoring this pretending woman for a long time, and she was arrogant and self-righteous. Think you're already an empress? It's ridiculous. What is the empress, she is not just a pawn under the manipulation of the family.

"Then let me ask you, what is the dignity and pride of the Great Wei warriors?" Ye Daiwan almost couldn't hold back the sneer in her throat. Stupid son.

"Of course it is......" Xu Jingming's high-pitched voice stopped suddenly, as if it had been cut off by a sharp knife.

"Where the people want, the king goes. Never give up, never deviate. Hereby set up a thousand cattle to prepare for the protection of my people of Dawei. The people are my glory. Ye Daiwan didn't stumble at all and memorized this paragraph. This is a passage from Emperor Wu Jing, which Xie Zhang mentioned when he gave her a lecture. "The glory and pride of my Great Wei warriors are actually different from what Emperor Wu Jing complained."

"This ......" Xu Jingming's tongue seemed to have been robbed, and he couldn't say anything to refute it. In the end, he just admitted. "What Emperor Wu Jing said is naturally also prepared."

He couldn't even say the words glory and pride, but he still didn't want to give in to the young empress easily. Whether it is as a child of a family or a man, he doesn't want to lose to her. "Even so. Your Majesty, how can you give priority to others before the plaques of the emperors of the past dynasties. Even the nobles of the palace are not as important as the emperors! ”

While the two were arguing, the fire became even more violent, and the carvings of the dragons and beasts on the eaves were burned, and there was a crackling sound. Ye Daiwan took a step forward anxiously, if it continues like this, no one in it will be able to live. The world is really unfair. People who are desperate to live are killed here by people who do not understand the meaning of life at all.

There were screams of despair in the room, ranging from earth-shattering loud noises to dying hoarseness. Ye Daiwan wanted to cover her ears, but she was so stiff that she couldn't lift a finger. She understands, she understands. And it is not only the people in this house who are roasted by the fire. She's too.

There was a fire in his chest, as if ignited by this burning disaster, and it burned fiercely. She was like a fool, like a child, but not like an emperor. This arrogant face of disdain finally burned this fire.

"Why, you ask. for my fathers are dead, all dead! Those are nothing more than tablets, made of wood, and if no one writes their names on them, they are nothing. Listen, why are you brave and great warriors praised for your heroism and greatness? It's not because you're eight feet tall, it's not because you can dance swords, it's not even because you're a thousand cows. ”

"You're just people looking forward to being saved."

Ye Daiwan knows that everyone is equal, but it is just an empty word, and there will be no now, nor will it be in that distant future of science and technology.

That's just a hope.

"They see you as brave men, warriors, just because they want to be saved. You are called a thousand oxen and prepare for yourself, not as a title given to you by the king, but by the people. No matter how wise my ancestors were, they are all gone. If you want to make a tablet, you can do it again, and the most important thing is not the illusory glory, but the living people. ”

Ye Daiwan said this in their dumbfounded eyes. Her heart pounded wildly in her tiny chest, like a war drum, beaten by a merciless and unjust fate.

"Have you not prayed in the most helpless of times for who will save? If ever there was no one to save. But now it's your turn, and you can be the one who saves. Emperor Wu Jing just wants to save, that is, he wants you to become a brave man who saves others, so he will expect to hang this sharp knife that can cut thousands of cattle on you. ”

She didn't know if she could impress them. These theories appeared so far away that they were unacceptable even to her time. She lived a time when people still avoided death. She may be too stupid. But she felt that she had to do something about it, because she couldn't save herself, and if it was possible to save someone else, she wanted to try.

There are enough things that you regret because you didn't do anything.

Those eyes are obviously pure black, why can you see the dazzling light, as if in the daytime, stabbing people's tears are about to fall.

The haughty man, the general who had no one in his eyes, finally bowed his head to her, his knees hitting the bluestone slab, it was a heavy voice, and he carried out the empress's orders. "Obey the king's orders."

The fire burned the sky to the ground, and the red reflected the black pupils, which made people a little crazy. Fate is like this fire, she desperately escaped, and then she still couldn't escape the fate of being burned. Some scared. Humans are afraid of fire, and rightfully so. But in the end we conquered it and took control of it.

When the weeping little attendants were brought out, Ye Daiwan realized that they were all only seven or eight years old, and the youngest one was a little shorter than the flower bed at her feet. She couldn't help but hold these dirty children in her arms, and when those tears drowned her, she felt her heart start beating for the first time, as if it had stopped.

"It's raining, it's raining!" The crowd erupted in a violent outcry. The bean-sized droplets smashed into the ground, and soon converged into a stream of water, turning the terrible flame into a peaceful white smoke.

"It's raining, Your Majesty. God bless me Dawei. Qingzhan was very happy, she held a big umbrella and firmly covered Ye Daidu. Ye Daiwan bent over and held the three children firmly in her arms. God bless me.

She saved the children, but she felt redeemed. Ah, she's alive. It's not a dream, a never-ending nightmare. The nightmare finally woke up. If she can save them, it means that she may be able to save herself. Change the fate of others, maybe one day, she can change herself.

It's ridiculous. It was different from the poisonous chicken soup she had heard. You can't change the world, you should change yourself first. It's a pity that she seems to be able to change others, but she can't change her own fate. Only she must die.

"Your Majesty, it's dawn." Shushen's voice sounded, and it was very hazy. Ye Daiwan shook her head vigorously, it was already morning. She felt like she had just fallen asleep, and oh my God, she was so sleepy. When Lu Shushen came back last night, she found that she had done those stupid things, and then taught her a lesson for a night. Those old-fashioned words were repeated so many times that she could recite them.

"Your Majesty, today is the enthronement ceremony." Ye Daiwan was immediately frightened awake. That's right, it's today. She's going to take the throne. Well, that sounds disgusting. I'm sorry, she didn't mean to, she just felt like the stomach pouch had fallen off. Nausea of not being able to eat anything. Still, Cherry Billo can do a dozen.

She couldn't believe it was so complicated to write, she had to think about it. Gluttony, yes, written like this, there are enough strokes. Fresh cherries are stuffed into a crispy dough and coated with a fragrant layer of cheese. The taste is superb. Wait, this bowl of Shiyuan soup is so delicious. I heard that the soup made by blending ten flavors of fresh products such as stone fungus, smallpox grass, sea white, stone cassia, shrimp and kui wax is heard.

It took so much material, and it was really extraordinary. What is Stone Ear, though? The fungus that grows on the stone probably isn't. Forehead...... It doesn't seem like the time to think about this. Wait, you're going to face more than a few thousand people, and you feel like your stomach is going to fall off. Really, really, really, this time it's true.

"Your Majesty, do you want another bowl of soup?" Lu Shushen asked intimately. Today, Your Majesty's appetite is really good, he has eaten half of the things on this table, and he still looks very hungry, Your Majesty, it is indeed that he grows fast in adolescence and eats a lot.

"Yes." Although the stomach pouch has fallen, it is still necessary to eat.

Everyone who has watched the TV series knows what the enthronement ceremony should look like. Thousands of people pay homage, resplendent and brilliant, solemn and solemn. But for Ye Daidu, she could only feel the silence. When the sun was rising and the sky was white, with the help of several palace people, Ye Daiwan put on this black gown, and embroidered twelve chapters and other patterns on the skirt, including the sun, moon, stars, dragons, mountains, Chinese insects, fire, Zongyi, algae, pink rice, 黼, 黻, 黻.

However, what Ye Daiwan wants to complain about is the color, and the light silk thread is divided into so many colors, and she feels that as a color blind (the kind that can't recognize colors), she wants to go crazy. There was silence in the hall, and several palace people hurried back and forth, but they couldn't hear a trace of footsteps. It's uncomfortably quiet. Ye Daiwan was a little restless, she didn't know what else would happen next.

Last night, the Immortal Palace encountered three waves of assassins, and if she hadn't been there, I'm afraid that nine lives would not be enough. Today is the last, and if they can't kill her, she will become the fourth empress to go down in history. Whether she issued an edict or not, she would be given a nickname.

However, it seems that it is not as easy as she imagined. Lu Shushen walked in in a panic. "Your Majesty, there is a quarrel in the front hall."

"What's going on?" Ye Daiwan never thought that it stands to reason that the Taimiao sacrifice, which should have been rehearsed thousands of times by the Ministry of Rites, actually went wrong.

"Last night's fire burned down most of the Xuanwu Palace, and the tablets of the Holy Ancestors of the past dynasties did not exist, and the Ministry of Rites was already holding the disaster from the sky, which was a bad omen, and wanted to postpone the enthronement ceremony. However, it has been more than three months since the death of the first emperor in Zhongshu Province, and it is already a great disaster for the world that His Majesty has not yet ascended the throne, so he resolutely supports today's ceremony. "Lu Shushen's unfulfilled meaning is that the Ministry of Rites is making trouble.

Ma Dan, the main lord is not up, what are you arguing about? Ye Daiwan was angry. But she didn't dare to show anything. Unlike before, this time, she didn't have anything to do. Last night's method of self-preservation is not useful today. And last night's performance was already very conspicuous, if you do something extraordinary today, I am afraid it will cause even greater disaster. But is it really inaction?

The shadows of the trees reflected in the windows began to shift. If you don't hurry up, you will really miss the auspicious time, and then the plan of the Ministry of Rites will be successful. No, it's Cui's plan. Are they dissatisfied with her succession? Why? Ye Daiwan knew that she was helpless, so she had to think desperately.

The teacher said that the Cui family controls the Ministry of Rites, boasts of being high, and supports the righteousness of the world, are they against the empress? Although women also have the right to inherit the throne, but it has only been 600 years, when the first empress Wujing Emperor ascended the throne, the world was full of wolves, and she was in troubled times.

At that time, the Great Wei Dynasty was encroached upon by the Quartet, leaving only Shangjing alone, and the destruction of the country and the extinction of the clan was imminent. Everyone is in danger, only Emperor Wujing is willing to take on the great responsibility, made a blood oath, reigned for 60 years, laid Qingzhou, Yongzhou, Puzhou, Bianzhou, Weizhou, Liangzhou six places, laid the foundation of today's Great Wei territory.

At this point, the woman also has the right to inherit the throne.

Ye Daiwan was thinking about it, the door of the hall was opened, and the morning light was amazingly bright, stabbing her eyes half-squinting. What's going on? Then a shrill voice rang out. "The hour has come, please move your majesty to the Temple of Heaven."

It's finally begun.