On the high platform in the west of Yixian County, the soap flag fluttered, the three livestock and three animals were ready, and the prince Dan stood solemnly in a gorgeous costume, and stepped on the altar one step at a time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The ancient legend of the god of agriculture is the ancestor of the Ji family, who was named a farmer by Emperor Yao because he was good at farming, and was later sealed to the land of Xiqi to create the Ji family. And the Yan Kingdom is the feudal country of the Ji family, and it is both a descendant and an admirer of the god of agriculture.

Ji Dan held a volume of sacrificial texts in his hand, stood on the stage and recited loudly, like singing, in fact, this is also a kind of witch culture, the phenomenon of worship of ancestors and nature.

A group of ministers and nobles who watched the ceremony underground also stood solemnly one by one, even if the gray hair was gray, they insisted on standing, agriculture is the foundation of a country, and they did not dare to blaspheme.

Ji Dan finally finished reading, holding the sacrificial text and three pieces of jade jue in his hand and throwing them into the fire, and suddenly a burst of black smoke billowed up, and Zhao Zheng found that it was a sheepskin that wrote the sacrificial text.

After burning the sacrificial text and informing the ancestors, the prince Dan still had to dance a few times with his eyes closed, pretending to be the god of agriculture to talk to him, and then telling the people of the "good omen".

"Woo~~oh~~"

Ji Dan twitched slightly like a convulsion, and Zhao Zheng almost didn't laugh when he looked at it, but the people underground were expectantly looking forward to the oracle.

"The ancients were really easy to deceive, and they knew that they would be lucky tellers if they didn't open a store at the beginning." Zhao Zheng shrugged and muttered quietly.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and suddenly the wind and sand were blowing, and the people watching the ceremony were fascinated, but Ji Dan was still performing by himself, and Zhao Zheng had to secretly admire his professionalism.

"Click~~"

Maybe the heavens couldn't stand it, and the flagpole erected on one side was broken, and it smashed straight towards Ji Dan, but he was talking to the god of agriculture at this time, how could he dodge, didn't it mean that these were all deceiving the people.

said that it was too late, and when the flagpole was about to land, a figure flew out and grabbed the flagpole with the big mouth of the bowl, Ji Dan breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously wiped the sweat on his head.

But the belt on his head accidentally touched away, because Ji Dan panicked when he came, and he was loosened when he took the stage, and at this time the brocade crown flew out and floated into the crowd.

Zhao Zheng was about to fall asleep when he was about to fall asleep when he was half-squinting, but he saw something flying towards him, so he hurriedly opened his eyes and caught it, looking around for the person who assassinated him.

"Wow~~"

The crowd shouted, the flagpole of the Spring Festival was broken, and the brocade crown fell to the ground, which was really a great omen, and they all looked at Ji Dan on the altar with loss.

Perhaps this is the end of the political career, how can an ominous person who appeared at the time of the spring festival ascend the throne as king.

Jing Ke held the flagpole and stood still in the face of the strong wind, he noticed that most of the fracture was very smooth, this was not a bad omen but man-made, but the people below saw it and couldn't explain it at all.

Ji Dan stood on the altar, his eyes blank thinking about his bleak future, afraid that he would be abolished if he returned to the Thistle Capital.

"Wujiao, you're doing a good job!" In the distance, in a carriage, Mei Ji showed a head and smiled.

"Your Highness, the flagpole has been sawn in half!"

Ji Dan's eyes were instantly stained red with blood, framing himself in such a big event was even more uncomfortable than killing himself, and he pulled out his sword and was about to fight hard under the altar.

"Pedal Pedal ~~"

Zhao Zheng hurriedly ran over with the brocade crown, secretly scolding God for pit himself for a while, but he fell on himself the brocade crown that symbolized the prince. Seeing the crown prince Dan lifting his sword and stepping down, he angrily walked towards Wujiao, Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes and hurriedly grabbed him.

"Your Highness, good omen, great good omen."

Ji Dan was angry, and was pulled by Zhao Zheng and asked sharply: "The flagpole fell to the ground, the brocade crown was out of place, you still said it was a good omen, but you mocked Lonely." ”

"If it is not broken, it will not stand, and then it will be broken, the prince's brocade crown will be taken off by the wind, just to give you a bigger golden crown; The flagpole of the sacrifice to the god of agriculture fell to the ground, and the ministers heard that the god of agriculture was the ancestor of the prince, isn't this the god of agriculture going to lend the prince the banner to be magnificent. ”

Ji Dan's eyes lit up, and he immediately showed joy, took off a brocade crown and added the new crown, isn't that the crown.

looked at Zhao Zheng with a smile, he was really a good firefighter, and he dragged him back from the trap twice, but looking at his position, why did he stand under the stage with a sword.

Zhao Zheng held the crown in both hands, bowed down and said: "Good luck from the sky, the ancestor of the Ji family, Houji, borrowed the flag to crown His Royal Highness, please come to the stage to receive the crown ceremony." ”

Ji Dan was also ruthless, grabbed the blade of the sword with his left hand, and the blood dripped with all his strength. He endured the pain and shouted: "In later generations, Ji Dan will be crowned by the ancestors, and I would like to sacrifice the ancestors with the bloodline of the Ji family. ”

The ministers and nobles who watched the ceremony only came back to their senses, but Prince Dan's age was earlier than the age of crowning, which was too far-fetched.

In this way, in the confusion and confusion of everyone, Ji Dan and Zhao Zheng, two amateur actors, stepped onto the altar step by step.

When he walked to the stage, Ji Dan bowed his head, and then took the brocade crown from Zhao Zheng's hand and solemnly put it on his head, for him it was a crown at this time.

"Licheng."

Zhao Zheng stood between Ji Dan and Jing Ke and shouted loudly, the wind suddenly stopped, revealing a golden light in the west, and there was a cloud in the sky, which looked like a long snake.

"This... This is a good omen, an auspicious omen given by the ancestors to the Yan Kingdom, and the Prince Dan is the true dragon of the Yan Kingdom. A royal nobleman who usually has a good relationship with Ji Dan knelt on the ground and shouted long live.

The other ministers next to him also gradually came back to their senses, and a sacrifice was windy and golden, and finally a "dragon" appeared. But at this time, Prince Dan was on the altar, and he had just completed the "crown ceremony", who was not at him.

"Ten thousand years for the prince, ten thousand years for the Yan Kingdom."

All the ministers who believed and did not believe knelt on the ground, no matter how they had a bad relationship with the prince, but the auspicious omen of the spring festival was not allowed to be worshipped.

The ministers and nobles all bowed, and the common people naturally knelt down and shouted long live.

Ji Dan walked to the front of the stage, opened his arms and accepted the bow of the minister and the people with a happy face, what a beautiful feeling, and now he wants to be that chair and be a well-deserved "long live".

A small figure in the crowd still stands proudly, except for his master and father-in-law in this world, heaven and earth are not qualified to be worshiped by him. Because of his small stature and standing at the back of the crowd, no one noticed.

Mu followed and kowtowed, but found that his junior brother Yingbu was still standing, and hurriedly pulled him with his hand. Instead, Yingbu pulled him up, pointed to the altar and said, "The prince is not long live, but the righteous father is, and the 'dragon' will be gone as soon as he stands forward." ”

There is a way that is childlike and unscrupulous, and a white cloth behind a tree next to him listened to the words of the two teenagers, and he was the most reluctant to bow to people, so he hid behind the tree just now. He looked at the three figures on the lookout with deep meaning. The one who accepted the bow had his name, but stood on the side with the golden light behind the person, like a god descending from the earth.

"The golden scales are not things in the pool, and they will turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds. Today, the storm and clouds gathered, and the mysterious person Gao had been waiting for for three years finally appeared. Brother Zhao, you really didn't disappoint me, and you responded to the admonition of the prisoner, then you should die. ”

Zhao Zheng, who was standing on the altar, was caught cold by the wind just now, couldn't help sneezing, rubbed his nose and looked at the black crowd under the stage, and said in his heart how much he suffered for a curved plow.