Sacrificing loyalty and righteousness, not only in the Great Chen Kingdom, but even in all countries, is a major event, this sacrifice is solemn, for this specially selected sacrifice, everyone is naturally listening carefully.

It's just that when the ceremonial officer just opened his mouth and read the first sentence of Chen Kaizhi's sacrificial text, everyone's expressions changed.

It's not a sacrificial ......

This is not a sacrificial text!

The format of the sacrificial text is extremely strict, and there is no room for the slightest mistake in every word.

This sacrificial text is the most serious style, even more than poetry, more rules, poetry can not rhyme, can jump out of the rhythm, as long as the poem is well written, it will still be passed down through the ages.

However, the sacrificial text is different, the sacrificial text is a style of communication with the gods, no matter how serious it is, the ancients had great respect for the dead, which is by no means a joke.

Now in this first sentence, heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds come out.

Suddenly, up and down the altar, there was an uproar.

The solemn scene was gone, some people thought they had heard it wrong, and raised their eyes in astonishment, some people looked around, thinking that the ceremonial official had read the wrong sacrifice, and some people's mouths opened widely, thinking that this was something they had never seen in their lives.

King Zhao's face instantly became gloomy, and his brows were deeply twisted, very unhappy.

Such a big sacrificial ceremony has made such a huge mistake.

Mr. Li Zi's eyes widened even more, first in disbelief, and then in ecstasy.

This is Chen Kaizhi's article, what a good boy, such an article can also be selected, it's just a mess.

At this time, Chen Kaizhi's reputation is bound to be ruined, and he is not even qualified to compare.

Hahaha......

He laughed happily in his heart, and a look of smugness crossed his face, as if he had seen Chen Kaizhi's death.

However, the ceremonial official did not stop, but continued to read: "The lower is the river, and the upper is the sun and the star." It is said that it is Haoran, and it is full of gloom. ”

What a big mistake, how can you recite poetry in the sacrificial text?

King Zhao glared at the ceremonial official fiercely, and the ceremonial official was startled, so when he read the word Cangming, his throat trembled.

As a result, under this altar, some people have begun to whisper.

No one cares what happened to this memorial text, but what everyone thinks is, why did such an article become a sacrificial text?

Isn't this a great disrespect for loyalty? It's a mess.

What's more, he beat his chest and fell on his feet, thinking that the sky was about to fall.

If you are loyal and righteous, you don't know how to feel.

What's more, all countries are sacrificing, once this matter comes out, the big one, this loyal and righteous mother country, actually made such a joke, and the consequences are ...... It's unimaginable.

This is a national shame and an insult to the country!

The whispers became louder and louder, and the formation below began to be a little messy.

King Zhao kept a straight face and didn't say a word, but in his eyes, the killing machine had already passed.

And at this time, Mr. Li Zi deliberately shouted: "Who wrote this sacrificial text, and its crime should be punished!" ”

The ceremonial officer has begun to hesitate, should he continue reading?

In fact, at the beginning, when he saw this style, he felt that it was going to be bad, but under this public, he had no choice, he was ready to send it, but now, the matter has come to this, what else can he do?

After just a slight pause, he continued to bite the bullet, pretending to be nothing, and sang loudly: "The imperial road should be Qingyi, and he will be Mingting." When the poor festival is seen, one by one. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen. ”

"In Qin Zhang Liangzhi, in the Han Su Wu Festival. Or for the Liaodong hat, the ice and snow ......"

Finally, something strange happened, and those who wanted to denounce it suddenly became quieter.

If the shock and astonishment at the beginning made them not think much about the article itself, but when they read this, some people were still indignant, but some people suddenly felt a completely different feeling.

At this time, they carefully studied this plain, but as if with a righteous word, they suddenly had another feeling, and they even wanted to know what the next sentence was.

"Or to strike the thief's wat and crack the reverse vertical head. It is majestic and majestic. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient. The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected. The three outlines are really life, and morality is the root. It is not effective to give Yang Jiu, and it is really ineffective. ”

“……”

Gradually, Fang Cai's whispering became weaker and weaker.

Everyone seemed to be quiet at the moment, almost listening intently.

Even the ceremonial officer who read this memorial text seemed to be shocked by this text, and he actually cheered up, and he no longer felt frightened and uneasy, but suddenly wanted to read the following words well.

And this time, I read it, not because of my duty, but because I miss it completely.

He raised the note, and his voice was even more infectious, as if a mighty righteousness poured out of his body: "Chu is imprisoned and sent to the poor north." The woks are as sweet as gluttony, and they can't get it. The ghost fire in the underworld is hot, and the spring courtyard is dark. Cow Ji has the same soap, and chickens perch on phoenix food. ”

Finally, all the sound came to an abrupt end.

Between heaven and earth, only the initial silence remained, and the birds were silent.

But......

In the eyes of many people, when they heard this text, they were moved.

It's a pity that at the moment of national disaster, I really can't afford to go to Anguo to kill thieves. So he wore court clothes but became a prisoner and was sent to the poor north by a stagecoach. If I was tortured by the wok, it was like drinking sugar water to me, and sacrificing my life for the country was unwanted. There was a quiet scene in the cell with a little ghostly fire, and the door in the spring courtyard was closed until dark. The old cow and the horse were kept together in a common trough, and the phoenix lived in the chicken coop and ate and lived like a chicken.

Isn't this exactly the situation of Zhongyihou in the Hu people? The previous sacrificial texts were just repeated with the most stable articles, chattering about the great achievements of loyalty and righteousness. But this article, every word, seems to have an incomparable appeal.

Day and night of punishment, locked up in a dungeon, in the pitch black and extremely harsh environment, a dying old man sat cross-legged, this place was dark and damp, countless insects and ants were gnawing at the carrion on his body, what a terrible imagination.

But......

The text is in the most plain language, as if the old man is describing his own experience, and in the self-description, with calm, this calm, and the harsh environment forms a strong contrast, but in the minds of countless people, a picture suddenly emerged, the person in the picture, suffering like hell, but his heart is peaceful, this peace, just right, makes people feel the power.

A huge force.

In the past sacrifices, everyone had a straight face, not so much to remember, but to complete some kind of ritual.

But now, many people's eyes are even red, their bodies are trembling, and they suddenly realize that hundreds of years ago, a force of loyalty and righteousness, this power has been passed down for five hundred years, maybe people are not conscious, but it is still rooted in their bones.

"Once it was covered with fog and dew, it was divided into a barren ditch. No matter how cold and hot it is, Bai Wei is easy to find itself. Sigh and frustrate, for my peace and happiness. How can he be skillful, yin and yang cannot be thieves. Looking up at the clouds. I am sad, and the sky is very strong. The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color. ”

At this time...... Dead.

Deathly silence.

This final conclusion still does not use the format of the sacrificial text, but directly states the finishing touch of the article.

These tribulations are so painful, I am just a mortal, my body is flesh and blood, how can I endure it? But I have a heart in my chest that will always exist, and fame and wealth are like clouds on the horizon for me.

The sorrow in my heart is deep and boundless, and I wonder when the heavens will have the end.

One by one, the sages have left me, and their example has been etched in my heart.

Under the eaves, I unfold the book in the breeze and read, and the glory of the ancients will shine on me and walk firmly.

What I intercept is the power of the sages, and what I draw comes from the Four Books and the Five Classics, and from the heart of the family and country.

The voice of reproach is now gone.

Countless people's eyes were red, and at this time, some people couldn't help but cry.

This time, it's no longer because the article is unruly.

The ceremonial officer who read the text was in tears at the end, and his voice was choked, so he tried to read out the last sentence.

And the ceremonial officials on the altar were also moist from the corners of their eyes, and an irrepressible grief was born from the bottom of their hearts.

The scholars under the altar originally thought that this time it was just a customary sacrifice as in previous years, but this time, they had a different feeling, as if the loyal and righteous were waiting for the true soul to return, and in a calm tone, they told the events of five hundred years ago, and the great grief began to infect, and then some people cried bitterly, and others also seemed to be infected, and their hearts were extremely sad and weeping.

Everyone bowed their heads, restrained, just whimpered, and those who did not restrain themselves cried.

In fact...... It is not necessarily the words that infect them, but in fact, among the crowd, emotions are also the most infected, when one person cries, this sad emotion begins to be transmitted, so that everyone can no longer restrain it.

It's just that behind this grief, there is a mighty righteousness, which seems to be abundant between heaven and earth, this ...... Presumably this is the meaning of loyalty, this heroic righteousness, filling everyone's heart......

The corners of Chen Kaizhi's eyes were also moist, and when he wrote this article, he just felt a sense of grief and righteousness, but now, infected by such emotions, his eyes were slightly moist.

He is convinced that there are always such people in the world, and maybe he is not perfect, but he always stands up when everyone retreats and is timid.

Chen Kaizhi felt that he was not such a person, and he would never be able to do so, but this did not prevent him from having great respect for people like Zhongyihou.