"Ziyou, I can preside over some instead of the Son of Heaven, but this sacrificial ceremony, including military parades, ceremonies, float parades, and other places are better to say, in front of the Yellow Emperor Temple, reciting the sacrificial texts, your Majesty must do it yourself!"

When Zhao Ji heard this, he was immediately stupid, and hurriedly shook his head desperately, such jerky words, lengthy things, it's really terrible! He didn't even want to memorize poems before, and it was only after he loved medicine that he memorized a lot of medical books.

His Majesty shook his head desperately, wanting to continue begging for mercy with Master.

Who knows, Su Zhe secretly shook his head at him, and the little emperor could only be full of grievances and accept it with apprehension. After all, before he came, Uncle Gouya'er had already found him and told him that everything was arranged by Su Zhe, and there was no way but to admit it.

Sure enough, Su Zhe and Wang Ningan talked about a lot of process matters, and Zhao Ji listened completely stupidly.

After explaining to Wang Ning'an, Su Zhe came out, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

For so many years, my brother-in-law has been witty, and no one can hide it from him. I didn't expect him to be tricked this time, I have to say that the plan that Xiaoyu came up with was so wonderful, I'm afraid that even my brother-in-law didn't expect it.

Su Zhe was careful for 12 points, went all out, and got closer and closer to the sacrificial ceremony.

At the school military field in Fangzhou, an unprecedented military parade was prepared.

30,000 forbidden troops, heavily armed, waiting for the review.

On the VIP seats, the Da clan of Bohai, the Duan clan of Dali, the Chi clan of Khotan, as well as Jiaozhi, Zhancheng and so on...... Many delegates have participated in Zhao Zhen's longevity celebration, and they still remember the last scene.

They were hand-to-hand and talkative, which from time to time attracted a burst of exclamations.

The big guy's heart was raised.

More than ten years have passed, what are the other tricks, let's learn about it!

In the morning, the sun is shining brightly and the autumn is crisp.

1,000 horsemen, carrying banners, came slowly from far and near.

These horses marched in small steps, full of jumping, every banner, every warhorse, even every knight, they were very similar, they were in a row of 10 people, almost the same, and walked in front of everyone.

Just this opening, there is too much knowledge, the selection of war horse personnel, equipment, training...... Ordinary small countries can't prepare 1,000 war horses of almost the same color, let alone well-trained, this is the gap!

The veteran Di Qing sat on the viewing platform and bowed slightly.

This is just the beginning, and there's still a lot to come!

Sure enough, after the cavalry, there was a neat infantry phalanx, with pikemen, sword soldiers, and musketeers, each team was like a clone, murderous and majestic...... This was followed by artillery of various calibers.

There are war horses pulled and steam engines pulled, like giant beasts in the wilderness.

As soon as these black killing weapons came out, they immediately attracted exclamations from the audience.

On the viewing platform, they even stood up.

Everyone couldn't take their eyes off it, staring at the monsters passing in front of them, and the roar of the machine was earth-shattering and shocking...... Saying anything is false, at this moment, the unparalleled power makes people marvel from the inside out.

Di Qing smiled, smiling brightly, Daddy Wang, Yang Wenguang, Yang Huaiyu, Murong Qingchen, they all smiled, they all laughed, they could witness this scene, and there were no regrets!

"Long live the Great Song!"

I don't know who took the lead in cheering, and soon the whole audience turned into a sea of joy, and the pride was overflowing.

Including those dark-skinned and bearded ones, after they saw it, they all threw the idea of competing with the Great Song Dynasty out of the clouds.

Zhao Ji had just been in his early tens, and he was very short, far less majestic and tall than their king.

But at this moment, Zhao Ji is a giant! Like those steam tractors, it's a symbol of invincibility!

In the military parade, in addition to the steam-drawn artillery, there were also diesel locomotives, and the soldiers of the forbidden army sat on the car, maneuvering forward quickly, sassy and heroic, which made people marvel and fascinated, and completely conquered the hearts of the people.

A military parade that comprehensively demonstrated the strength of science and technology and the achievements of industrialization.

To be a part of such a powerful country, these overseas colonists are happy and convinced, and even if they don't, they don't have the courage to contend with it.

Zhao Ji, who enjoyed countless cheers, had a red face and felt very good, but his whole body was soaked with sweat, and it was enough to enjoy such scenery once.

He looked at his father behind him, and Zhao Shu nodded at him.

Zhao Ji immediately frowned, and said a few words to Su Zhe next to him, Su Zhe immediately said to Wang Ning'an: "Your Majesty is unwell, please ask King Qin to preside over the next memorial on your behalf!" ”

Wang Ning'an frowned, "Ziyou, the memorial is the most important thing, what do you mean by this?" Wang Ningan finally realized that he had been tricked.

Su Zhe grinned, "Your Majesty is young and difficult to maintain, so brother-in-law will make it difficult for him!" ”

There was no doubt on this guy's face, Wang Ningan gritted his teeth, and wanted to say something, but all eyes were on him, it was not far from the auspicious time of the sacrifice, how could there be a chance, this is on the thief ship!

Wang Ningan could only endure his anger and lead everyone towards the Yellow Emperor Temple at the eastern foot of Qiaoshan Mountain.

Stepping on the bluestone steps, every few steps, there will be a cannon shot.

This cannon sound symbolizes every province and every colony, and the cannon sound is earth-shattering, echoing between the mountains and rivers, setting off a solemn atmosphere.

Gradually, Wang Ningan also forgot about his unhappiness.

He was very serious at every step, and as the decades passed, his eyes kept flashing...... Coming to this world, just ending a failed change, rich but not strong, full of dangers, it was the best of times, but also the worst of times.

Decades of overcoming obstacles, making bold moves internally, and acting vigorously externally...... has finally come to this point, there may be too many imperfections, but for Wang Ningan, there are no regrets.

He made an effort and had a clear conscience!

After a quarter of an hour's trek, they finally came to the majestic Yellow Emperor Temple.

The spacious open space, the carving of white marble, is lifelike.

Outside the main entrance, there were two tall pillars, and with the arrival of Wang Ning'an, someone tore off the red silk that covered the pillars. On each pillar, there are four words, which are very eye-catching!

"Yanhuang Miao descendant, Wang Xuemen"

Wang Ningan glanced over, and his face suddenly changed, how clever he was, it was clear in an instant, these little rabbit cubs really carried themselves behind their backs and secretly did big things.

It's really a big breath, and it makes no sense to put Wang Xue and Yan Huang side by side!

At this time, old friend Zhao Zongjing, dressed in a python robe, walked out of the crowd, and this one didn't go to the toilet anymore.

Zhao Zongjing came to the bottom of the pillar and said loudly: "Yanhuang ancestor, descendant of Shenzhou, our bloodline, gave birth to me and raised me." Since the change of the law, Guangxing education, poor children, reading and literacy, being reasonable, now in the Central Plains, the literacy rate is as high as 8 percent, everyone reads, all literate. King Qin, teach me and teach me, Derby Yanhuang! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately attracted echo.

"Derby Yellow, Derby Yellow!"

"King Qin deserves his name!"

"Well deserved!"

…… With everyone's shouts, the important ministers led by Lu Huiqing and Zhang Dian walked in front of Wang Ningan and bowed deeply.

"These eight words, worthy of the name, please accept my worship King Qin!"

As he spoke, they fell to their knees together.

Wang Ningan took a deep breath, he reached out and picked up Lu Huiqing, outsiders seemed to be very intimate, but Wang Ningan whispered in Lu Huiqing's ear: "Jifu, you are really good at it, what other tricks are there, take them out!"

Lu Huiqing felt a chill in her heart, but she gritted her teeth again, and said stiffly: "Master, please rest assured, the disciple will not let Master down!" ”

Wang Ning'an walked past the stone pillar, and this time he really arrived in front of the Yellow Emperor Temple.

Under Su Zhe's chanting, Wang Ning'an paid tribute to the Yellow Emperor in accordance with the rules, offered incense, and led everyone to bow...... Then he stood tall and stood in front of the idol and recited the prayers.

"The great ancestor, Wuhua Zhaozao. Xuan Yan worships Mian, Yue Ehe Hao. Wise and wise, the light is deserted. Build this great cause and stand up in the ...... of the East"

Wang Ning'an's voice is strong, suppressed and frustrated, praising the Holy Virtue of the Yellow Emperor, overcoming thorns and thorns, and the blue wisps of the road are there to have a splendid China.

May China prosper and our descendants will continue to grow......

Wang Ningan finished reading the sacrificial text, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

There is no need to pretend to be garlic, from a small piece of land at the beginning, it has become what it is today, the earth has been brought back, and the real empire on which the sun never sets, it is really not easy.

It's hard to start a business, and it's even harder to keep a business.

Although those eight words were a bit exaggerated, Wang Ningan also acquiesced.

Wang Xue replaced Confucianism and replaced Confucius and Mencius, it is really difficult to say whether it is good or bad...... Wang Ningan was suddenly a little panicked, Confucianism has been tempered a lot, and his Wang Xue is still only a prototype and has not formed a system...... Now that I have a retired job, I will also revise my books next, improve my Wang Xue, and be a good teacher for all ages!

Wang Ningan has set himself a grand goal, and he is ready for a gorgeous curtain call.

But it is obvious that Lu Huiqing and the others will not let go of Master easily!

Seeing that the process was over, several prime ministers suddenly stood up again.

"The prince is virtuous, the inner saint and the outer king, less than three generations, civil and martial arts, no one can match it...... Now the descendants of China, the descendants of Yanhuang and Miao, all over the world, are the work of the prince, and we are willing to respect the prince as the patriarch! ”

After they finished speaking, all the forbidden soldiers and the guests watching the ceremony, including everyone, knelt down one by one like dominoes.

"We are all willing to honor the prince as the patriarch, please take the throne!"

"Please take a seat, the Maharaja!"

Someone brought a red sandalwood chair, which was not carved with dragon patterns, but instead was the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, which was the throne of the Chinese patriarch!

With Wang Ning'an's merits and status, he can even easily replace the Zhao family, he did not do this, and the holy virtue is majestic, and the world knows it.

Even Zhao Shu and Zhao Ji are willing to respect Master as the Huaxia Patriarch and become everyone's patriarch.

This patriarch is different from the emperor, he is responsible for sacrificing the ancestors, maintaining the feelings of all Chinese children, and promoting the development of a clan, not only the Great Song Dynasty, but all the Chinese people. It is possible to change the dynasty, but the sons and daughters of China must always dominate every inch of land.

Wang Ning'an closed his eyes, and a tidal wave of cheers sounded in his ears, not only in front of the Yellow Emperor Temple, but also in various provinces, and even overseas.

The people's hearts are like this, and the King of Qin is looking forward to it!

In that case, let's do it!

Wang Ning'an opened his eyes, his gaze was firm, and he stepped towards the throne of the patriarch......