When the state is good, when it is bad, write more, and when it is not very comfortable, write it to where it counts, everyone forgives.

The plot is not finished, and it can't be written, so be it.

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But it's not enough, he still needs to make a final scene to tell the world the will of this divine mandate.

Everything was fine, the connection was wonderful, it was a perfect plan.

On the ruins of the altar, King Ping, who was lying on the dirt and crying to himself, smiled quickly on the corners of his lips that no one could see.

Jing Hengbo smiled even faster.

In the crowd, General Naji suddenly turned his head and gave her a vicious look.

In the shed, the envoys looked at each other, and the corners of Jing Hengbo's lips smiled slightly.

More and more people knelt and climbed forward, kowtowing in the rain, persuading King Ping to mourn, persuading the prince to take care of his jade body, and persuading King Ping to restrain his grief and deal with the queen's affairs quickly......

The heavenly thunder splits the altar, the altar is like this, the king has no luck, and now King Ping is the only heir, but nothing can happen.

Some old ministers who were originally suspicious in their hearts couldn't help but be moved when they saw him in such a situation, wiped away their old tears, and stepped forward to persuade them.

His voice was sad and angry, his eyes were bloodshot, his wet hair was sticking to his cheeks, and the bruises from the masonry just now were still there.

He pulled out a broken arm, looked at it, threw it aside, and dug desperately, his five fingers were soon drenched in blood, and a group of eunuchs rushed over, asking him to take care of his body with a crying voice, and King Ping slapped it over, "This king only knows, the king is here!" ”

It was King Ping who pounced out, not avoiding danger and dirt at the moment, throwing himself into the ruins, digging desperately with his five fingers, his voice was terrible, as if he wanted to call back his relatives, "Father! Father! ”

Suddenly, there was a shout, and one of them rushed to the altar, threw himself on the broken bricks of dirt, and desperately dug the mound like a mound, shouting as he went, "Father! Brother! Father! ”

There were also a lot of people with happy faces - it's done!

Everyone stared blankly at the rain curtain, not knowing what they were waiting for, their hearts were empty, washed away by the thunderstorm and rain at this moment.

So the next step, is it time for King Ping to ascend the throne?

The little prince is also dead?

The king is dead?

Look at the altar at this moment, it is a mess, the stumps are still there, the king and the little prince on the stage, the officials of the ceremonial department, where can they still live?

Everyone listened, and their hearts seemed to be soaked in the bloody rain at this moment, cold to the bones, full of blood, just now the sin of his own edict, the king is still saying, if he is immoral, and the people are harmed, then God will punish him, and he will be condemned to him, and now he is ...... Isn't that the right thing to do now?

"Oh my God!"

"Heaven sends punishment!"

This scene stunned everyone, and they all looked ahead in a daze, not daring to move or make a sound, as if in a nightmare, and it took a while for someone to shout hoarsely like a broken gong, "The altar has been struck by thunder!" The altar was struck by thunder! ”

It's like hell on earth.

Most of the people in the circle outside the pile of ruins and walls were swept over by the air waves and rolled to the ground, and many of them were bleeding and moaning in the rain.

Everywhere there were gravel, loess, overturned sacrifices, smashed ritual vessels, the black soil on the ground had been turned up, and the broken red carpet was mixed in the middle of these messy things, and the color was bright and bright by the rain, like blood, and in those blood-like colors, there were some stumps and broken arms, but they were pale, because the blood had been washed away by the heavy rain in an instant.

When everyone looked at it, they saw that someone's head was bleeding, and there was a big mess in front of him, and the red carpet in front of him was gone, and the altar at the end of the red carpet was ...... It has also been changed beyond recognition.

The ministers who were kneeling on the ground had not yet woken up from the thunderbolt in the sky, and suddenly encountered this sound again, only to feel that the ground shook, and the whole heaven and earth seemed to be slanted, and then there was a crackling sound overhead, and something was overwhelmingly smashing down, at first I thought it was rain, and I thought that this rain was so heavy, could it be hail, and I thought that this hail still had a little heat, so I had to desperately shrink my neck, and I heard someone howling miserably, "Exploded...... It's blown up! ”

Almost at the same time as the thunder in the sky, the sound was more violent and intense, starting from the altar.

Another loud bang.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a squire suddenly took a step, gritted his teeth with a resolute expression, drew his sword from his sleeve, and slammed the ground under the ding.

For a moment, he kept looking up at the sky, but out of the corner of his eye, he swept the scenery of the altar and took a step forward.

This thunder fell, and the old king suddenly held his young son tightly.

A huge thunder exploded, more violent than before, as if it was splitting the blue sky overhead, or the sky had fallen, the huge mountain was instantly overturned, close at hand, everyone had been beaten by the rain and lost their souls, at first hearing this sound, their souls seemed to be displaced, and most of them fell into the rain with a "bang". I just felt my ears ringing.

"Boom!"

Here it comes!

King Ping suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the eaves of the sacrificial temple, where the figure flashed.

Overhead, the muffled thunder was rolling close, and the purple lightning flashed like a demon snake.

Under a layer of ash, there are dotted flames, pouring down from the specially designed pipes in the dingzhong, slowly burning the red carpet under the ding, and sinking into the depths of the altar along the gap under the red carpet.

The paper roll in the tripod gradually shrinks, warped the corners, and glows grayish-white.

The heavy rain could not extinguish the fire hidden deep in the ding.

The three-year-old child, holding his old father, stood by the side of the tripod and waited, burned all the edicts, and scattered the ashes on the altar to complete the whole ceremony.

Thunder gathers overhead, and thunder and lightning are the most abundant in the early stages of a thunderstorm.

On the side, Yelu Qi Pei Shu glanced at the sacrificial temple next to him, and the heavy rain could cover up a lot of traces, such as on the eaves of the temple at this moment, there seemed to be a figure flickering, and the eyes were a little sharper, and you could also see that there seemed to be a transparent line, which was fluttering down from above.

A smile appeared on the corner of Jing Hengbo's lips.

There is a shed in the place where the envoys of various countries watch the ceremony, but it is the best treatment among everyone, Gong Yin stood beside Jing Hengbo, glanced at the ding, and said: "There is a pipe under the ding, and there is a fire leaking down." ”

The edict of the guilty self in the bronze small tripod has begun to burn slowly, and in those hollow gaps, there is a faint flickering red fire, but at this time the rain is too heavy for anyone to see clearly.

The ministers were also slightly commotioned, some people didn't see it, and some people showed disapproval, but the child's behavior was always easy to accept, and everyone looked at the pouring rain, and looked at the old king who was struggling in the rain, and he really couldn't stop it.

The child's eyes lit up, nodded, and immediately staggered forward to help the old king of Mengguo, and the official of the rite department who was kneeling opposite raised his head in shock, wanting to stop it, but received a vicious warning look from King Ping.

"We can't go either." King Ping met the child's disappointed gaze, and a trace of cunning suddenly flashed in his eyes, "However, today's situation is special, you are a child, if you go, God will not blame you for your youth, and will not blame your father." ”

"Then you can't go too? Can't I go too? The boy held his finger in his mouth and looked at him seriously, "Father can't get up." ”

Everyone looked embarrassed, and King Ping suddenly bent down and said to his younger brother: "Brother, didn't the prime minister tell you, the rules of the sacrificial ceremony are strict, and no one can move." When they go to the altar, they are disrespectful to heaven and to my royal family, and they will kill their heads, and you will kill them. ”

The three-year-old little prince, young, not squeamish, seemed to be amused by the heavy rain, Gege smiled and raised his head, saw his father struggling, stomped his feet in a hurry, and scolded those officials of the Ministry of Rites, "Go and help the king...... Go and help the king......"

Lao Wang held on to the ground and slowly got up, but his physical strength was not enough, his dress was heavy, and he couldn't get up for a while, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites looked anxiously and wanted to help, but according to the sacrificial regulations, everyone was in their place, and they couldn't say a word, they couldn't take one more step, they couldn't make one more move, and they could only watch at this time.

The fierce rain crushed the voice of the old king, and the people of the rite department dutifully carried the blessing case in the rain, and presented the bronze tripod used to burn the edict of the guilty one, and the lid on the tripod was to prevent rain.

Everyone could only continue to kneel in the rain, with layers of large dresses on their bodies, soaked in the rain, so heavy that they couldn't lift their heads.

However, the ritual of sacrifice is required at the hour, and it is ominous to stop halfway.

The rain was wild and ferocious, unscrupulous, without any prelude, but in an instant, the yellow earth was washed into rain bubbles, the red carpet was red, the snow-white rain curtain was torn between the heaven and the earth, and the vast area was the fog washed out by the heavy rain, and the opposite side could not distinguish the human figure.

There was only one thunder, like a vicious reminder, and after a moment of silence, there was a "boom" and the rain poured down.

King Ping lowered his head and covered his eyebrows, this thunder is good!

After reading the last word in a dumb voice, the sky suddenly lit up, and then a thunderbolt slashed down, and there was a loud bang, as if the heavens and the earth were torn apart, and everyone trembled.

When reading the edict, the sky was surging and pushing.

“…… I am young and young, and I inherit the flood industry, and I can't be weathered, but I feel against yin and yang. To order a great flood in the southwest, a great drought in the northwest, a famine in the wilderness, the people chew each other, the heavens surrender their crimes, and the royal city is on fire...... The way of heaven is not far away, and the reprimands are false, and the surnames of ten thousand people have been given, and they are given to one person. and the image of God is very clear. Forever look at the precepts, terrified and fearful. ”

As soon as Lao Wang spoke, everyone's expressions were complicated - Lao Wang's voice was hoarse, panting, and he was obviously exhausted.

It was easy for everyone to carry their hearts and see that the king had finally finished all the sacrifices that should be sacrificed, turned to the front of the blessing case, and began to read the edict to the heavens.

Once the king falls, how can the three-year-old little prince be the opponent of King Ping, or this sacrifice to the heavens today will become the sacrifice of the new king's succession?

Isn't that what King Ping arranged today's plan?

With such a cumbersome procedure, if there is another thunderstorm, will it cost the king's life?

The rumbling thunder in the sky continued, getting closer and closer, and the ceremony was only halfway through, and the ranks of the ministers were also a little uneasy, and people kept secretly looking up at the sky.

At this time, it was already early in the morning, but the sky was dark, the layers of black clouds seemed to be pressed down to the end of the eyebrows, the weather was so stuffy that it was suffocating, and every breath seemed to be able to smell the water vapor in the air.

According to the requirements, the initial series of etiquette is very cumbersome and physically demanding, and can only be performed by the old king alone, two layers of round mound platform, starting from the emperor, to his ancestors, the sun, the moon and the stars, layer by layer of a kneeling worship, incense, respect, sacrifice, reading blessings, during which you have to change clothes three times, the ritual music from the "Shiping Movement" to the "Taiping Movement", each time the trend of kneeling and retreating, must be in line with etiquette, an hour ago, an hour later, the old king is still kneeling and kneeling...... Jing Hengbo yawned, seriously suspecting that when Lao Wang finished kneeling, maybe the king would be replaced by the way.

On the round mound platform behind the altar, the top is dedicated to the emperor of the heavens, and a god is set up to show respect for the heavens; On both sides are the thrones of the ancestors of the Mongolian kingdom in order to show that they are the sons of heaven. The second floor is dedicated to the sun, moon and stars. All the shrines are preceded by cattle, sheep, melons, fruits, and jade silk offerings, as well as various bronze and jade ritual vessels. The king's blessing is set on the platform below, and there are two futons for the two princes to use.

The ceremonial priest presides over the sacrificial ceremony, and before the festival day, the ceremonial priest has to make a lot of preparations. The altars and the streets were reorganized, and the three animals, sacrifices, prayers, sacred tablets, offerings, and musicians were prepared for the sacrifice to the heavens, and the chief priest and the king had fasted for three days beforehand.

Her eyes fell on the ranks of the generals in the team, and in the order that Meng Hu told her, she found the old Duke of the Meng family, and the general of the Ji family, and found that the two were walking side by side, never touching each other, the old Duke of Meng's face was like iron, and he didn't look at General Ji, General Ji was over forty years old, with a square face, but his face was quite gloomy, but he did not have the anger of his daughter being held hostage, nor did he look at the Minister of Meng Laoguo, on the contrary, there was a cold smile on the corner of his lips, as if waiting to see what a good show.

Jing Hengbo was led by the ceremonial officer, all the way to his position and waited, just when he saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows, thinking that such a young child, the old king of Mengguo wanted to help him on the throne under the pressure of his adult son, it was really a decisive and bold idea.

Behind him is King Ping, King Ping is holding a three or four-year-old child, the two of them are dressed as if they are, presumably that child is the youngest son of the royal family, led by King Ping at the moment, stumbling on the red carpet.

Today, everyone is dressed in Eguan Hua, the dress is complete, the twelve chapters of the Son of Heaven, and the princes are wearing Xuanduan. The trembling crown of the king of Mongolia swayed, and the pearl light shimmered, covering his face, and only the deep marks on the corners of his lips could be seen.

Shen Shizheng, the chimes rang in unison, the ritual music resonated, and the solemn and solemn "Qi Tianle" was played, which was a commonly used ritual canon music in various countries. In the music, the bright yellow umbrella cover slowly came from the Shinto in front of it, and then the black pressed a long line, all of which were Mongolian officials.

And outside the side of the altar, it is the place where the envoys of various countries watch the ceremony, and I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, the position of Ji Guo is in the middle.

In the circular square around the altar, the royal family and the hundred officials circle the altar according to their rank, and a red carpet extends from the Shinto to the altar, where the king of Mongolia will lead the hundred officials to worship and worship, and then go to the altar to burn the edict of sin.

The altar located on the west side of the palace is a simple and solemn building, the snow-white white marble square and the carved bridge, the arch guards the middle blue-gray upper circle and the lower circle of the sacrificial temple, the sacrificial temple has three layers, distinguishes by age, and enshrines the gods of the heavens and the kings of Mongolia. The white marble platform of three zhang square circle in front of the sacrificial temple is surrounded by the carved railing of the same color, and the ground is carved with a five-clawed flying dragon, which is hideous and wants to dance.

Early in the morning, the weather was gloomy as if dusk, layers of black clouds slowly advanced at the end of the sky, as if thousands of ironclad soldiers were silently coming, behind those black clouds, there was no shadow of sunlight and gold, and the wind was blowing up, rolling the golden silk of autumn chrysanthemum up and down, cool, and there was already a bit of winter chill.

Tomorrow it will rain.