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But there is another news spread all over the capital, the Meng Dynasty is in chaos, and the heavenly generals will blame the king, choose another true dragon, and pass on the unification!

It's going to be a change!

The officials, officials, and people of Shangjing City are spreading the word of mouth that the real dragon will appear on March 3.

One to ten, ten to hundred, this story is more and more divine, and the more it is spread, the more true it becomes.

Everyone is looking forward to the third day of March, how the heavens will punish the sins of the king, and how to choose the true dragon.

Of course, this news was spread by Liufu.

Since Mr. Ding said that there will be changes in the sky that day, with the power of heaven, it is logical to seize the orthodoxy, effortlessly, and win the heart of Liu Xiang.

In the court, in recent days, there has been a lot of discussion.

First of all, the Zhou family wrote a letter, asking the little King Meng to issue an edict for his own sin, because he was too young to bear the heavy responsibilities of the country, and misunderstood the country and affairs, which led to the long-term unification of Meng's world, the more the war became more and more chaotic, and the people were not able to make a living, and there were many complaints.

Later, a group of imperial historians led by Yang Xun also impeached the saints, believing that today's son is immoral and incapacitated, and he should choose another virtuous.

For a time, there were many discussions in Beijing, whether it was the court or the streets.

And beyond these voices, another menacing rumor has emerged.

Meng Qianqiu, the prince of Dameng back then, did not die, he was the true son of the dragon, and the little emperor today has no mandate of heaven to help, all because he is not the true son of heaven of the angel!

And Meng Qianqiu was framed and imprisoned by Liu Xiangguo today!

However, these rumors are only spread among the people, and before they reach Liu Xiang's ears, March 3, it will come.

On the third day of the first month of March, the spring in Shangjing is fine.

The sky is blue, and a few scattered floating clouds are like poplar catkins sent to the sky by the wind, floating in the gentle spring breeze.

The smoke willows are verdant, the peach is red and plum white, although there is still a bit of spring cold, early in the morning, in front of the south hall square of the Shangjing Imperial Palace, it is already crowded with people, and it is very hot.

It turned out that in order to quell the rumors in Beijing recently, King Xiao Meng personally went to the South Heavenly Pavilion to worship the heavens on this day.

The square outside the South Heaven Pavilion is connected to the Heavenly Street, and the people can come from the Heavenly Street, and on the square, they can look at the South Heavenly Pavilion.

On that day, Concubine Li, the demon girl who brought disaster to the country and the government, was put on a high platform in this south square and was burned to death in the scolding of everyone.

This time, on the square on the long street, there are thousands of empty alleys again.

"The little emperor is going to sacrifice to the sky!"

"Is God really going to punish him?"

"Who is the true dragon emperor? Could it be Liu Xiang? ”

"I heard that it was Prince Meng back then!"

"Shhhhh

"yes, isn't he dead?"

"Haven't you heard? He was framed by Liu Xiang, and now the true dragon son is about to return to his throne! ”

"Then why didn't he die?"

"True Dragon Son of Heaven, the heavens don't dare to accept his life!"

There was a lot of discussion on the long street below, and King Xiao Meng led the civil and military officials led by Liu Xiang behind him, and the dragon and tiger guards, and slowly walked towards the Nantian Pavilion.

"The auspicious time has come!"

With a shout, Xiao Mengwang's slender body, with small steps, trembled towards the platform of the Nantian Pavilion.

By the time King Xiao Meng reached the top of the building, it was three o'clock.

Liu Xiangguo suppressed the anxiety in his heart and looked up at the sky from time to time.

The sky is still clear, the sun is bright and shining in the middle of the sky, and the warm sun is like gold.

Will it come? Providence.

Xiao Mengwang's hand lifted the first pillar of incense, and the green smoke rose for a long time.

The green smoke suddenly expanded in front of people's eyes, covering the sky and the sun, and the people who were looking at King Xiao Meng couldn't help but look at the blue sky that was still clear just now.

The sky flickered, and the black shadow that rose from nowhere gradually swallowed up the corner of the day!

There was silence in the crowd at first, and I don't know who it was, but there was a scream, and someone shouted, "It's the Tengu Eclipse Day!" ”

"God is going to sin!"

When the wind turned fierce, the spring breeze became windy, the ground was full of flying sand and stones, and the catkins were dancing like demons.

I don't know who took the lead and knelt down, and then, whether it was officials or ordinary people, everyone knelt down on the square, on the steps, and on the street. Kowtow.

Some of them had words in their mouths, some begged for the blessings of the gods and Buddhas, and everyone was terrified and terrified, watching the sun be swallowed up by the black shadow little by little!

Among the hundred officials, Yang Xun, who was in the fifth place on the right, stabilized his heart, took the lead in the ranks, and said loudly: "Tianwei has appeared, the gentleman is out of duty, please abdicate the king, and choose another Mingjun!" ”

The clear voice pierced through the empty square and reached the long street.

The panicked people raised their heads one after another, and Xiao Meng Wang had already fallen to the ground, kneeling alone in the attic.

It's all to blame on this god! It's not a real dragon, and it can't suppress Tianwei!

Several other ministers came out and echoed: "Please abdicate the king and choose another king!" ”

Some people shouted: "Please abdicate the king and choose another king!" ”

The sound was like a stream, converging into a sea, churning into waves, wave after wave, sweeping in, making the flame in Liu Xiang's heart "bang"! The ground burned into a raging fire.

His eyes couldn't help but redden, and he glanced at the hundred officials.

The person who received his hint interjected in the middle of the surge and shouted: "Liu Xiangguo is the real dragon!" The real dragon ascends the throne, and the tengu retreats! ”

The sky became darker and darker, and it was still a sunny day just now, and it instantly became a dark world, and everyone was panicked, feeling the unpredictable Tianwei, and hearing this, they couldn't help but add a glimmer of hope to their hearts.

Immediately, someone shouted: "Liu Xiang ascends the throne and disperses the tengu!" ”

More voices are joining in, and a new wave is gradually formed!

Yoo Sang-kook's heart beat even harder, he looked at the sundial, and at four o'clock, it was his turn to play.

He paced slowly towards the high platform of the attic.

Everyone seemed to see hope for a while, and they all calmed down, holding their breath and looking towards the high platform.

Occasionally, the frightened cries of children were immediately covered by the woman's mouth, for fear of disturbing the real dragon and angering the heavens.

Liu Xiangguo slowly raised his hand and picked up the incense that should have been held by King Xiaomeng.

Raising the top of his head, he shouted solemnly to the sky: "Liu Moujun, by the power of the sky, please calm the anger of the gods!" ”

Everyone's eyes turned from him to the sky, the real dragon appeared, is the sun going back!

There was no movement, and the black shadow still swallowed the sun in its mouth, obscuring the sky.

Liu Xiang was a little uneasy, and the hand that raised the incense trembled slightly, but he immediately calmed down again, and shouted a few more times, this tengu can't keep biting the sun!

So he shouted again, even louder: "Please have mercy on my great Mengzi people, and the gods will be angry!" ”

The day still did not appear, and the wind became stronger, turning and turning in circles, and the grit blew on the face, blowing so that people could not open their eyes.

Liu Xiang shouted again, and the sky was silent.

The alleys are so quiet that I don't even hear the cries of children.

In the next moment, a strong and powerful voice passed through the crowd, into Liu Xiang's ears, into the ears of hundreds of officials in the square, and naturally also reached the ears of the people.

"You're not a true dragon, and of course the gods won't be angry."