Chapter 121: Enthronement

On the first day of the fifth month of the fourth year of Wuxing, it was noon.

Although Luo Yulong is dead, the Wuxing era name of Luo's father and son has not been replaced. It's just that now it's come to a conclusion. After Zhang Xuan ascended the throne, it was natural that a new era name would be promulgated. However, Zhang Xuan was not in such a hurry. Under normal circumstances, next year is the first year of the new year.

Wuxing year number, there is still half a year to do.

On this day, the weather was just right. It seems that God has given a good face, the weather is very sunny, it can be said that the wind is beautiful, but in this way, the temperature naturally rises a lot.

Zhang Xuan was dressed in a dragon robe and crown robe, with a piece of South China Sea pearls hanging on his head, a curtain made of strings, and every move needed to be very careful, otherwise these jingling things would collide together. Making a crisp sound, in such a solemn occasion, it is inevitably a little indecent.

Zhang Xuan, who was leaking under the sun, only felt that there were dense beads of sweat all over his body, escaping from all pores and penetrating his underwear.

Zhang Xuan was dressed in a red dragon robe. Standing upright on the Temple of Heaven.

Speaking of this Temple of Heaven, it was not built temporarily, Luo Rucai is here to pray to the heavens. He who sacrificed to heaven and ascended the throne. After that, it was also maintained by the Great Xia Imperial Court, and before Zhang Xuan used it, it was also cleaned again, and it looked brand new.

Zhang Xuan was holding a document written by the Hanlin Academy in his hand, and he had already read it out loud.

The dragon flying and the phoenix dancing in it, four or six battles, although with Zhang Xuan's writing cultivation, there is nothing wrong with reading it, but I feel breathtaking. Such a heroic text, even if the other party is in the ancient text, is not excessive.

But he always felt that he owed something.

The words here are too official, not what Zhang Xuan wants to say.

If there is a providence in the dark, what does Zhang Xuan want to say to this providence?

He silently closed his eyes, and said secretly in his heart: "'The sky sees itself as my people, and the heavens listens to my people. 'Heaven above, this is probably my mission in this era, I know. ”

I have to say that during this period of time in ancient times, Zhang Xuan's cultivation on the ancient culture has been greatly strengthened, and he has never read books before, although he has not done much research, but he has read them one by one. The passage just now is from the "Book of Shang", which is a passage from King Wu's war.

Zhang Xuan didn't know why, and suddenly remembered this sentence.

I feel that this sentence is very appropriate here, Qing Zhi is cruel, too much of the king, and Zhang Xuan does not dare to call his virtue better than the king of martial arts. But now, the ice and charcoal are different furnaces, water and fire are incompatible, and the Han and the thief are not separate. Please survive and die in the summer.

Since the Ming Dynasty, the north has been dilapidated,

Especially now that we are in the Xiaoice Age, agricultural production in the north has been greatly affected, and Beijing has become accustomed to coming and bringing grain and grass from the south.

It can be said that without Jiangnan, whether the Qing court could establish a state in the north is a question. Even if you can build a country. It's going to be tough. And the same is true of Zhang Xuan, relying on Hubei, Hunan, Liangguang, Jiangxi, plus Fujian, which is in good shape, both in terms of strategic form and foundation, it is weaker than the Qing court.

If this situation can't be changed, Zhang Xuan will fall into passivity, even if he can maintain it as much as he can, but how many years can he maintain it, and the next generation of him, can he still maintain it?

The Eastern Crusade was the inevitable result, a great showdown between the political bloc of the Xia Dynasty and the political bloc of the Qing Dynasty.

Zhang Xuan has no, and it is impossible to evade.

Zhang Xuan stood on top of the Temple of Heaven, as if he felt that this place could really be the same as the will of heaven, and he had a lot of thoughts to express, but for a while, he was so confused that he couldn't even sort out what he was thinking.

Zhang Zhen frowned slightly, a little worried in his heart.

Everything that is so polite has a time requirement. It's like a funeral in the future, and there is a basis for how many times to cry and how long it lasts. Of course, the grass platform team naturally doesn't count. And in a ceremony like today, how many courtiers are involved, how can there be such a low-level mistake?

Zhang Xuan's time at the Temple of Heaven was a little overtimed.

It's just that on such an occasion, everyone below has a position, and even the positions of the surrounding soldiers are determined in advance, and the top and bottom are solemn and solemn. But no one dared to move at this time, let alone worry about Zhang Xuan.

Maybe the generals were not very sensitive, but the beads of some Wenchen's eyes began to roll, and they felt this.

Zhang Xuan realized this, took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and turned around.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live." Zhang Zhen led the civil and military officials, and immediately knelt down and shouted slogans, and for a time it was like a landslide and tsunami, and the sound swept through several miles.

The entire enthronement ceremony, all kinds of soldiers and horses, three layers inside, and three layers outside will enclose this knot solidly. There are tens of thousands of people in total, and under the command of the courtiers, the arrangements are orderly, but the soldiers outside can't see what the middle looks like, they can only wait for the slogan.

And Zhang Qian's slogan is the signal.

For a time, tens of thousands of people shouted in unison. Sonic boom universe. Zhang Xuan only felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and it seemed that an electric current suddenly passed from his heart to his limbs, and that kind of pleasure made Zhang Xuan drink spirits, and his whole head was hot, and he felt dizzy for a while.

Even if he kept telling himself, the emperor was just a symbol of power, no different from any prime minister or president, as long as he was in power

, call everything the same.

But at this moment, he knew that the emperor was really different, and it was different from the prime minister and the president.

Gain, in the ancient Chinese tradition, is the Son of Heaven, and he is appointed to Heaven, which naturally carries a sacred meaning. Although this sacred meaning became weaker and weaker the later it went, it still existed in the bones of many ancients. Speaking of which, the Japanese regard the emperor as a half-human and half-god, which seems to have a little bit of the original intention of the Chinese emperor.

As soon as he ascended the throne, even if he told himself that there was nothing different, in fact, everyone around Zhang Xuan had changed greatly. Of course, this change didn't start today. But it doesn't end today. Everyone has to adapt, the new emperor of Great Xia.

Zhang Xuan was a little dizzy, boarded the jade chariot, and returned all the way back to the palace of the king of Chu in Wuchang City.

Zhang Xuan sat on the top of the main hall, and the ministers sat down one after another.

This can be regarded as a move by Zhang Xuan.

It seems that since the Song Dynasty, the ministers have been standing in the previous dynasty. This time, the plan of the Hanlin Academy was still the same old-fashioned, but it was denied by Zhang Xuan. Seats were allocated for all of these ministers. Of course, some of the ministers of the Hanlin Academy were grateful to Zhang Xuan for his courtesy to the minister, but they also felt that this was not in line with tradition. Under this internal and external entanglement, they came up with a compromise plan.

The seat of the ministers is kneeling, that is, the kneeling sitting during the Qin and Han dynasties.

Zhang Xuan had no choice but to allow it, many things could not be done in one step, and he had to take his time.

The ministers knelt down and sat down with a low table in front of them. The top is smooth as a mirror. Nothing.

Of course, not everyone has a seat in front of the palace, even if Zhang Xuan is willing, there is not such a big place in this hall. There are also many courtiers, standing in the back, all the way out of the main hall.

Zhang Xuan was about to speak, but saw Yang Fuguo quietly come to Zhang Xuan's side and leave a piece of paper.

Zhang Xuan immediately knew that an accident had happened.

The reason is very simple, the enthronement ceremony, and even the reward, these things, Zhang Xuan has already discussed with the people below. There was no rehearsal, but everyone knew what to do. Zhang Xuan can be sure that in the previous arrangement, there was no such plan.

Moreover, Li Fuguo came out of the inner study hall in Beijing, and followed Luo Rucai, Luo Yulong, two generations of emperors, and he was definitely not a person who did not know the importance of it, and at such a solemn moment, he gave him eighteen dares, and he did not dare to mess around.

Under such circumstances, if he dares to do this, it must show that there are 100,000 urgent things happening, and they must be sent to Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan opened the paperwork quietly and glanced down slightly. His breathing was suddenly chaotic, and then he was adjusted by Zhang Xuan again, as if nothing had happened, and hid this document in his sleeve.