Today is destined to be a "lively" day.

It is also a day that will go down in history.

The usual mediocre streets have lost their former prosperity, and the people close their stalls early, follow the convoy from afar, admire the majesty of the empress, and want to witness something with their own eyes, so as to become a topic of conversation after tea and dinner in the future.

City.

In the past, the "Red Iron Fang", which was full of smoke and miasma and could choke an entire street, hung a plaque saying "closed" early today.

There are few people in the huge market, and Yan Jiji's closed disciple Xiao Tong is responsible for turning off the fire and watering.

Xiao Tong looked at the white flower foam floating strangely in the black black black slag after the water was poured in, and he wondered in his heart, and couldn't help but look into his mind, and vaguely saw the hideous human faces surging in the white flower foam.

Hiss!

Xiao Tong was frightened, and the melon scoop fell to his feet, making a clang. He took three steps and made two steps, stumbling and running to find his master Yan Jiji.

The empty and cold room was empty, and Xiao Tong finally found the master in a dark corner.

Master Yan lost his previous optimism and heartiness at the moment, curled up in the shadows, shivering from time to time, and let out strange laughter.

Xiao Tong chuckled in his heart, he had never seen Yan Jiji like this, and he suddenly remembered the strangeness of Yan Jiji a few days ago.

Not long ago, Chitiefang took over a big business, responsible for the construction of the altar used in the royal ancestor worship ceremony.

At night, boxes of black and black boxes were moved into the Red Iron Workshop.

The next day, Yan Jiji drove everyone else out, leaving Xiao Tong to help him carry the box and burn it.

The shape of the box was long and narrow, if it weren't for the light and fluttering, Xiao Tong thought it was filled with people at that time.

Because the box, a little bigger, looks like it...... Coffin.

When Xiao Tong boldly asked Yan Jiji what was inside, Yan Jiji scolded him with a big head: "Don't ask more if you shouldn't know!" ”

A few days later, boxes and boxes of forged gold bricks were shipped out of the city.

Since then, Yan Jiji seems to have something wrong, and he can't give up.

Recently, a series of strange things came to mind, and Xiao Tong held his breath and approached Yan Jiji little by little.

"Master?"

Xiao Tong approached cautiously and stood in front of Yan Jiji, he didn't seem to notice it at all, he lowered his head, and said something in his mouth.

Listen carefully.

Listen carefully.

"I'm going to be struck by thunder......"

"I'm going to be struck by thunder......"

"I'm going to be struck by thunder......"

"But ......"

Yan Jiji smiled: "It's so enjoyable." ”

……

In front of the Imperial Mausoleum.

The golden altar paved with gold bricks is incompatible with the gloomy and solemn imperial tomb.

Zheng Xiu knew that the structure of the imperial tomb was complex, divided into two layers, true and false.

The incense of the upper imperial mausoleum is flourishing, and it is all for people to see. The mausoleum, where the remains of the emperors of the past dynasties are buried, is hidden elsewhere.

The address of the mausoleum of the emperors of the past dynasties is a secret passed down by the mouth of each generation of emperors, and when it came to Wei Yangzun's generation, there was a little accident. Before Wei Yangzun died, the young emperor was still young and ignorant, and this secret was passed on to Wei Ruyi.

Wei Yangzun's thoughts before his death were very simple, as the so-called ancestral law is immutable, even if Wei Ruyi knows this secret, he will not be the emperor, and one day it will be handed over to the little emperor.

"The auspicious time has come!"

In the middle of the day, an elderly civil official with a sharp voice stood in the corner of the altar, coughed lightly, and shook out a scroll of imperial edicts in his long sleeves. The edict is sprinkled with thousands of words, and it is written that it praises the great deeds of the emperors of the Daqian Dynasty, bids farewell to the old and welcomes the new, and hopes that the new emperor will uphold the spirit of the Wei royal family and pass on the Daqian Dynasty for thousands of generations.

Under the shade of the altar umbrella, the former prince and the current king of prayer, holding a black and white chess piece in his palm, sat on the elegant seat with a calm expression, his eyebrows were lowered from beginning to end, and he didn't say a word, as if he had no idea about all this, and accepted it from the heart.

The warm sun is shining, and the temperature is gradually rising. In the recitation of the edict, the civil and military officials had different thoughts. Many people looked at the face of King Qi from time to time, some were worried, some were curious, and some were waiting for something. It stands to reason that when the empress ascended the throne, the only thing that should be disagreed in her heart is King Qi, who is rightly named, has pure blood, and has red roots.

What's more, the news of the death of the second prince and the third prince gradually came out, and the death of the second prince is a certainty for everyone to see. But the whereabouts of the three princes are varied, and there is no definite number. In today's big day that is enough to go down in history, the absence of the third prince makes his "death" more believable.

For a while, the atmosphere was strangely quiet, and the ministers looked at their noses, noses, mouths, mouths, mouth

At first, many people's minds were not on the edict.

But the civil official who was in charge of reciting the edict on the stage suddenly turned pale, his knuckles were clenched, and a bean-sized cold sweat broke out on his forehead in the hot afternoon.

"Read."

Also sitting under the umbrella of the trees, in the silence and strange atmosphere, Zheng Xiu said a word indifferently, loudly.

The civil official suddenly puffed, knelt on the ground, and trembled like chaff: "Minister...... Don't dare! ”

The sudden strange thing made the hundreds of officials who were outside the world regather their minds on the high platform.

"Huh."

At this time, Jiang Gaoyi, the secretary of the Criminal Department, seemed to have expected this moment, tidied up his appearance, shook his long sleeves, strode onto the altar, and arched his hand towards Emperor Wei Cao, who was sitting on the dragon chair under the shade of the umbrella: "Minister, Jiang Gaoyi, dare to ask for your life, and recite the edict!" ”

Emperor Wei Cao's jaw.

King Qi, who was sitting across the altar from Emperor Wei Cao, opened his half-empty eyes a little, his five fingers playing with chess pieces paused slightly, his slender brows furrowed, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

What does this woman want to do?

What did she write in the edict?

Why did civil officials suddenly kneel down and not even have the courage to read it?

Didn't anyone give him courage?!

What is that woman thinking about?

King Qi had already calculated that the accession of Emperor Wei Cao to the throne was unstoppable, like a torrent, and whoever stood in the way would die. But King Qi doesn't care about this, he has always been very patient, Emperor Wei Cao wants to ascend the throne, let her ascend, now the third brother, the second brother died in Huangquan, and the fourth brother went to the south, so there is no need to be afraid. Once Emperor Wei Cao died, in this Great Qian Dynasty, only he was the only one who was qualified to sit on the throne of God! At that time, he is the destiny of heaven, the true son of heaven! Pray for the king...... You can afford to wait!

The reason why King Qi can sit here so peacefully today is nothing more than that he chose to continue to forbear, and took the opportunity to seize the "that thing" that his father accidentally mentioned.

King Qi chose to endure and choose to hide, he could even watch Emperor Wei Cao elevate his power and pull out his minions, King Qi could still kneel in front of Emperor Wei with a smile on his face, and accepted the position of "King Qi".

King Qi's eyes were cold, looking at Jiang Gaoyi with a sad expression on the altar, and an ominous omen came to his heart.

"Woo-"

The mournful and low voice echoed in the ears of King Qi.

At first he thought it was the sound of the wind.

He stood up blankly, and followed the sound to the altar, his eyes gradually drifting like the walking dead, as if there was something on the altar that attracted him. Almost at the same time, the radiant empress Emperor Wei Cao, also under the protection of Yin Qingqing and Xi'er, dragged the long pendulum of luxury and splendor, step by step, ascended the ladder, and announced the enthronement of the new emperor to the world and the world.

Wow!

Jiang Gaoyi was neither humble nor arrogant, and recited the edict with a calm expression. But the trembling wrinkles on his face and the trembling sound that he tried to suppress were obviously also greatly shaken. He is reading the deeds of the emperors of the past!

But the deeds of these emperors are not to announce their merits, but to their stains that have not been recorded in detail in the history books!

Woooooooooooooooo

A trace of black gas, invisible to the naked eye, overflowed from the cracks in the gold bricks on the altar like hair.

King Praying stumbled towards the altar.

He couldn't hear what Jiang Gaoyi was reading out loud on the altar.

The civil and military officials were in an uproar!

Frightened!

Someone was so frightened that he fell to his knees!

Some people shouted nonsense in their hearts, shouting long live!

But a howl like a cry sounded in King Qi's ears, and it became clearer and clearer.

He looked at the magnificent gold bricks under the sun, the rich gold was tinged with a trace of sickly whiteness, and the wails he heard were clearly from the feet of Emperor Wei Cao, in the temporary altar, and every gold brick vibrated and came out!

"Ah......h

"Bastard ......"

"Heaven destroys my ......"

"Fathers and fathers......"

In that whisper-like howl, he even heard the voice of his father, Emperor Wei Yangzun.

Bang!

A thunderbolt exploded strangely in the clear sky, and thunder flashed during the day, making everyone's faces turn pale with fright. Only then did King Qi come back to his senses from the whisper, and he looked up blankly, looking at Jiang Gaoyi who was making an impassioned speech on the altar.

The edict he recited also came to an end.

Pray that the king is ignorant, like waking up from a dream!

He looked around, and then he understood why the ministers were on their knees like frightened birds.

"Change the name of the country to ...... The Great Red Dynasty! ”

"Starting today, it is the first year of the opening of the calendar!"

"I am ...... Emperor Chicao! ”

Burst!

King Qi pouted and knelt on the ground, the crazy whispers were scolding and roaring, it was the voice of the ancestors of their Wei dynasty, and the sound of the collapse of the centuries-old foundation built by their Wei royal family.

King Qi's eyes were bloodshot, a ridiculous but reasonable thought came to his heart uncontrollably, his split lips made a dry voice, and he looked at the high-spirited empress on the altar in a daze, and muttered, "You...... You...... Thou art the fathers and the fathers...... Stepped on? ”

Call!

The wind is blowing!

A second ago, there was a clear sky with no clouds, and the scorching sun was scorching, and out of nowhere, a dark cloud that condensed like lead poured out! Dark clouds were surging, and purple and pale electric light shone in the clouds, hidden and hidden. In the center of the surging dark clouds, spinning silently, a huge and deep cloud cave appeared strangely in the sky, just opposite this altar!

"Your fathers and fathers."

Zheng Xiu stood quietly in the distance, his calm was in stark contrast to the panic around him, at this moment he was out of step with the surrounding scenery, like the existence of two worlds.

"I planed the imperial tomb of your Wei Dynasty, and the decaying corpses inside were all cremated into powder, cast into gold bricks, built into a high platform, and were trampled under the feet of the new emperor."

"This announces the end of the Wei royal family."

"From today on, there will be no more Wei dynasty."

"Emperor Cao is not the first empress in history, but a new ...... Founding Emperor! ”

"Your time is over."

Zheng Xiu looked up at the huge whirlpool of clouds in the sky, and said indifferently: "Only like this......"

Lord Anne looked at Zheng Xiu quietly: "Only like this......"

The monk, who had always been quiet, suddenly touched his bald head and looked at the sky, the white part of his eyes was completely blackened, and his dark eyes were like two bottomless black oceans, writhing, boiling, whispering, and staring. The monk smiled: "Only like this......"

King Qi didn't expect it.

His sister can do things so well.

The voice in the ears of King Qi completely disappeared, and it was ethereal.

Suddenly, there were only black and white in front of him.

Despair, helplessness, anger, all kinds of emotions were like an ocean in an instant, drowning him, and like an invisible hand, only in an instant, in the blink of an eye, in an instant, all his reason was erased.

Amusing.

He felt that he was ridiculous, his own forbearance, his efforts, his open and secret battles with his younger brothers over the years, in front of that edict, became meaningless. He made thousands of calculations, and he couldn't imagine that Wei Ruyi could do this.

She stepped on the ashes of the emperors of the past dynasties and ascended to the throne of the empress!

"It's so ruthless......"

"You're so ruthless......"

King Qi's face was distorted, the corners of his eyes were cracked, and there was no longer the gentle and elegant he used to be between his eyebrows. Syllable! His vision cracked a small dot, and then he heard the sound of a glass glass shattering to the ground.

"Ah———h

King Qi knelt on the ground and let out a hysterical scream. The silent waves spread out in all directions, and the weak civil official was shocked, and his eyes rolled and he passed out. Zheng Xiu's face was expressionless, he took out a scroll from his arms, and spread it out with a shake of his wrist, but it was a snow-white scroll of drawing paper.

As inky light and shadow overflowed from the unrolled scrolls, pale gray swirls appeared on the white paper, and the hundreds of cultural relics present, the Taishou of the thirty-six prefectures of Daxi, and other innocent family members were all included in the scroll in the blink of an eye. On the blank scroll, a series of stunned figures suddenly appeared.

Rub.

On the screaming King Qi, lines like beads appeared, and if you look closely, they are black and white chess pieces. A small gray dot appeared under his feet, and the dot suddenly spread out in all directions, and in an instant it became a smooth plane like a mirror.

Red connected flowers seep out of the mirror, and the poignant and picturesque inky streamer infects the world with impunity.

King Qi's body sank little by little, and he had long lost the will to live, and was pulled into the mirror without resistance.

"Oh? I thought ......"

Lord Anne looked curiously at the scroll rolled up in Zheng Xiu's hand.

Zheng Xiu's eyes flashed, he didn't explain anything, he didn't justify his actions, he didn't even look at Annie, he just said: "This, that's enough." ”

"Dad, mother, you also leave this place quickly!"

Zheng Xiu looked back and found that his father and mother were holding hands to calmly block the attraction of the blank picture scroll, and a trace of ripples rippled in his heart, which was as dead as an ancient well, and he hurriedly shouted to Zheng Haoran and his wife.

"Beware!"

Zheng Haoran looked anxiously behind Zheng Xiu and shouted. Zheng Xiu didn't look back, a white-haired phantom flashed behind him, and an illusory long sword appeared beside him, shooting backwards with a fierce momentum.

Whoop!

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Blood holes appeared on the body of the sneak attacking monk, but he suddenly felt no pain, jumped away like a monkey, touched his bald head and stood not far away and laughed.

"It's late!"

Zheng Xiu's eyes froze, he waved his hand to tear open a gap, sent the scroll into the crack, and looked back at the monk.

"It seems that it is inevitable to face those scum."

Lord Anne squatted on top of Zheng Xiu's head, one person and one cat, with the empress in the middle, facing each other.

The shadow under the monk's feet suddenly split into seven, extending infinitely into the distance. He had a strange smile on his face, and his eyes were as black as ink, pure black.

Staring into the monk's eyes, Chun Tao's face turned pale and dizzy.

Zheng Haoran's heart was pounding in his chest, and he secretly said that it was not good, and covered his wife's eyes: "Madame, be careful." ”

There were still Zheng Xiu's henchmen present, Qing Shisan, Ji Honglian, Pei Gaoya, and Yin Qingqing's secret department, and Jun Buxiao and other Jingzong who were loyal to Zheng Xiu.

The monk's sudden "mutiny" caused a moment of panic on Zheng Xiu's side in the field, but it didn't take long for everyone to look into the monk's eyes and know that the problem must be the monk.

Their ...... "holy monks".

Staring at those strange eyes, everyone experienced varying degrees of discomfort.

Those black eyes seemed to be filled with the abyss, and while they were staring at the abyss, the thing called the abyss was also looking greedily at the world.