"Whew, whew, whew......"

The First Emperor struggled to resist the urge to put his hands on his knees, gasping for air far louder than his usual breathing.

The voice was thick and vast, as if the gods were breathing.

Every year at the wax festival, the first emperor, who reads the ornate and exquisite sacrifice on this high platform, will be so tired.

The First Emperor once thought that this was the relationship between the sacrificial texts and the power of witchcraft, and tried to read the sacrificial texts in the palace.

With a voice of the same size and a similar posture of reading, the result is not so tired.

As soon as you climb the high platform and finish reading it here, you will definitely be tired to this point.

The fact that the prayer is tiring and that the voice will increase on the high platform. Diaphragm

Both convinced the First Emperor that this high platform built of white jade had the blessings of the gods and could indeed communicate with the gods.

Man and the gods speak that fatigue is a matter of course.

Today's First Emperor is dressed differently than in the past.

The head is not a Tongtian temple full of shining pearls, and the body is not the domineering and exposed, showing off the black crown dress of the Great Qin totem Xuanbird.

On his shoulders he was clothed with the skins of hundreds of wild beasts, sewn together, similar to the garments of the later generations.

He was dressed in plain clothes, and he wore an arrowroot belt around his waist, and a hazelnut stick was pinned to the belt.

"The Book of Rites" contains: Leather Ben is sacrificed in plain clothes. Plain clothes, to send the end also. Kudzu with a hazel cane, mourning also. The sacrifice of wax is the most benevolent and the most righteous. Diaphragm

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After a moment of respite, the First Emperor walked from the center of the platform towards the stone steps from the center of the platform, holding in his hand the bamboo slip that had been unfolded and only half read.

Seeing his brother sitting there in a daze, he was not surprised why his brother didn't kneel, because everyone stood up.

After the reverent shouting of "The Emperor and the Queen of the Earth, bless me Daqin", after reverently shouting the eight words that were both prayer and supplication, everyone stood up.

The First Emperor never thought that Ying Chengcheng did not kneel from beginning to end.

In previous years, at the wax festival, the Ying Cheng Chan standing under the high platform knelt on the ground and listened.

If you don't kneel on the high stone steps, others won't be able to find out. Diaphragm

If you didn't kneel under the high platform, you would have been discovered a long time ago.

Trample~

The First Emperor stepped down from the high platform, stepped on the stone steps, and said to Ying Cheng, who was three steps down: "It's your turn."

Not on the high platform, the voice of this sentence was not so loud, and it returned to its normal volume.

Walk slowly for three steps, hand over the bamboo slip in your hand to the hand of Ying Chengcheng.

Ying Cheng glanced up at the First Emperor and took it with both hands.

The hands are a tribute to the heavens, the earth, the gods, and the ghosts. Diaphragm

There are two verses of the sacrifice to the heavens on the bamboo slips, and the first emperor reads the right half, and the left half is not read.

Under the high platform, one of the Nine Qings of Great Qin, in charge of the sacrifice, the ceremonial Fengchang's face was as usual.

But if the interrogation officials of the Tingwei Mansion who are good at criminal investigation are there, you can see a little shock on Feng Chang's face.

When kneeling, he often touches the ground with his forehead.

Its face is confused, frightened, and puzzled, and no one can see it, but the heavens, the earth, the gods, and the ghosts.

Yesterday, when the first emperor asked to write two memorial texts, Feng Chang was very puzzled.

"The prince is not in Xianyang, this second sacrifice is ......?" Diaphragm

Ask clearly.

Different people, the text of the sacrifice to the heavens is very different, although ordinary people hear the same and cannot understand it.

"I'll choose one of the two."

"Yui."

These two texts of sacrifice to heaven are often written according to the emperor's specifications.

"No."

Ying Cheng smiled and bowed slightly. Diaphragm

This shaft is quite safe.

The First Emperor breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he was really afraid that Ying Cheng would come to say - if you want to read it, I won't read it.

Nodding slightly, the First Emperor, who had consciously spoken to heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts, walked down the stone steps quickly with relief.

He wanted to go down the stone steps before Ying Chengcheng began to chant and see what his brother looked like on the high platform.

Since the death of his father, he has never seen a second person but himself standing on this high platform.

"Father, why don't you start performing?"

Rising up among the people, the child asked the omnipotent father with a little urgency. Diaphragm

The children who were forced to mature precociously in the past have been looking forward to the day of the wax sacrifice for a long, long time.

Because on this day, he can see the excellent performers who do all kinds of actions and sing different songs.

Some of them ran around in their skins, and some of them drove away those in their skins with hazel staffs.

It's lively and fun.

"The eldest son reads it again, and there will be a performance."

The ears stretched out, and the father, who overheard the "understanding people" science around him, leaned into the child's ear and replied quietly.

In the child's vigorous nodding "um" sound, and the adoring eyes that have never changed, fluttering again. Diaphragm

The masses have already learned that another person on stage is the eldest son, under the popularization of science by a large number of "understanding people".

They all tilted their heads.

Waiting for the eldest son, who is widely famous in Great Qin, to show his true face, it represents them to report to heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts.

It represents the heavens, the earth, the gods, and the ghosts, bringing them the blessings of full food, warm clothes, abundant food, and peace and security.

They are especially religious.

As human beings, they cannot eat enough on their own, wear warm clothes, and have a good harvest of food.

The only way to do this is to ask for heaven. Diaphragm

The only way to ask for land is to seek land.

Only pray to God.

The only way to seek ghosts is to seek ghosts.

The ministers looked up at the center of the high platform, and they did not have the simple demands of the people.

The streamer in their eyes is much more complicated.

Chang'anjun took the stage after His Majesty, which means that the eldest son has lost power, at least because His Majesty does not like it.

I have been visiting Chang'anjun these days, and if Chang'anjun is on the throne, he will definitely not forget me. Diaphragm

The Queen Mother fought with Chang'an Jun at the gate of the city on the day she returned to the city, but Your Majesty ignored it, and I should know Your Majesty's thoughts that day!

Everything has not yet been decided, and it is necessary to let the crown prince succeed to the throne, and only then can the three generations of fiefs be hereditary.

At this time, it is too late to communicate with Chang'anjun, but you can take the line of the Meng family.

The act of martial arts in the Xuanniao Palace, I thought I was dizzy at the time, but now it seems that I am dizzy.

……

They have different minds.

Each of them has a ghost. Diaphragm

For they can determine many things, much more than the people.

Hunger, peace, and life.

They have already obtained it, and they have gone far beyond it, and they no longer need to ask for heaven, earth, gods, and demons.

Few people will remember.

I remember that my ancestors were also ordinary people, and they were also hoping for food, peace, and life.

Heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts are worthy of reverence for these people.

But it's just awe. Diaphragm

Just as the First Emperor was in awe.

But it's more about the awe of the mystery.

In the pious and urgent eyes of the masses, in the colorful eyes of civil and military officials.

Ying Cheng Chan appeared in the center of the high platform.

Like the First Emperor standing here, he held a bamboo slip in both hands and a hundred animal skins on his shoulders.

He was dressed in plain clothes, with a kudzu belt around his waist and a hazelnut cane.

The three-zhang high platform is converted to ten meters. Diaphragm

At this height, except for a few people with outstanding eyesight.

Most people can no longer clearly see the face, demeanor, and expression of the people on stage.

This puts a layer of God's personality on the stage, referred to as Godhead.

The face of God should not be seen.

Standing in the most sacred place of Daqin, Ying Chengcheng had no other feelings except that he felt that the wind was a little strong and that it was slightly difficult to breathe.

He tilted his head slightly, looked sideways at the sky, and his hair fluttered in the wind.

The plain clothes trembled slightly, but because the wind was not strong enough, they couldn't make the sound of hunting. Diaphragm

Ying Cheng looked directly at the sky as if there were no white clouds and clouds, like a blue canvas.

God, I can see it.

But this day, is it that day?

Is it the work of heaven that I can come into this world after I die?

If it's true, please, can you give me some hints?

I swear, I'm religious, never before.

Ying Chengcheng waited reverently, and at this moment, his piety surpassed everyone under the high platform. Diaphragm

As a traverser, whether in his past life or in this life, he doesn't know what kind of power can allow him to cross.

If there really is a God in the world, then he is undoubtedly the closest person to God in the two worlds.

What kind of miracle is the sound of the high platform?

He was reincarnated with the memories of his past life, and this is a miracle.

Little by little, time passed.

The First Emperor had already gotten off the high platform, watching Ying Chengcheng holding the bamboo slips in both hands, and tilting his head for a while.

What is this shaft doing? Diaphragm

Did he get an oracle?

God thinks he is more suitable to be an emperor than me?

In the crowd, anxious children began to ask their father.

"Why doesn't the eldest son read it yet, I want to watch the show."

The omnipotent father couldn't give a definite answer this time, and kept repeating the words "soon, soon" to appease the child.

The patience of the ministers is the best, they have no sense of impatience.

This is because the "king" is the top person in the world, and they want to humble and respect the Ying Chengchan who is expected to be the "king". Diaphragm

And because of the performance of Lingyou of the Queen of Heaven, they can find Lingyou to watch it up close at home at any time.

Those sacrifices that the people can't usually eat after the performance, they can eat them at any time in their own homes.

Those wines that the people could not drink in the past, they could pour themselves at home at any time.

"Aren't you there?"

Ying Cheng whispered, the voice was so small that the high platform blessed by divine power could not transmit his voice to the people under the high platform, and could only be swept into the high sky with the sound of the wind and let the gods know.

"Or did you never have one?"

There was no thunder. Diaphragm

There was no storm.

Ying Chengcheng's disrespectful words dissipated with the wind, and no vision came out.

Heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts all seem to be touching the fish, rotting, or wanting to see what the little man wants to say next, and temporarily let Ying Chengcheng go.

"This is the most sacred place in the whole world, and I can't communicate with you here, so I'll treat you as if you don't exist."

Ying Chengcheng said in a consultative tone, but there was still no one to answer, and there was no divine language.

"There's one thing I've been preparing for more than twenty years. It's not clear whether you can do it or not, but it should be okay to talk about it. ”

In this sentence, Ying Chengcheng no longer murmured, and no longer deliberately controlled the volume. Diaphragm

He drummed up his internal strength, mixing his own strength.

The sound that came out, under the blessing of the so-called divine power, suddenly resounded in a radius of ten miles, so that everyone could hear it clearly, as if it was in their ears.

This sound was like a huge bell being struck, like the sound of an axe when Pangu opened the world.

In this world, in public, under the witness of countless people, Ying Chengcheng made a voice for the first time.

All the First Emperors, ministers, and people who were ready to hear about it were shocked as if they were unprepared.

The First Emperor's face changed, and he wanted to re-ascend the high platform and drag Ying Cheng down.

How can this shaft even dare to mess around with wax sacrifices? Diaphragm

Empress Dowager Zhao's eyes were full of anger and joy.

This shaft is really going to be reversed! The three zhang high platform, the Lang officials are all there, all the bows and arrows are used to shoot, and it is difficult to fly with wings!

Empress Dowager Han's eyes were full of melancholy.

More than 20 years...... Before the age of six...... It was the time when the first king of Zhaoxiang opened the killing ring for unknown reasons......

After all these years, you haven't forgotten it...... Mother would rather you rebel......

Gai Nie's paralyzed face was expressionless.

Childe, have you finally figured out how to be the king? Diaphragm

The scientist looked at Yingchengcheng and looked up at the sky, and there was no dust on his forehead.

"Tianzhi", "Ming Ghost", Mozi back then, really believed?

Empress Afang turned her head to look at the First Emperor, and saw that the First Emperor's face was not very good, and she was shocked.

Your Majesty doesn't know about what Uncle said?

The eyes of the personal maid beside him were full of adoration, mixed with a trace of distress.

This should have been what Childe said when he saved me?

What's going on? Diaphragm

Why were you so unproductive back then, just thinking about warmth!

Jiuqing was indifferent.

Isn't it that you're about to become an emperor, I knew it yesterday. Well, that little thing......

The right prime minister, Wang Xuan, frowned, his heart was pounding, and he felt like the world was in chaos.

With Chang'anjun's insidious treachery, he can prepare for anything for more than 20 years, and he can't use it to fight the world.

Zuo Prime Minister Li Si's eyes were on the stage, and the first emperor and the two people in the audience swirled.

Still didn't let Your Majesty, Chang'an Jun fully trusted, and Si didn't participate in this major event, Si still has to work hard. Diaphragm

Wang Qi glanced at the news that Ying Chengcheng sent to the northwest, and his old comrade-in-arms Meng Fu was in good condition and could go out.

The general is going to raise troops, why didn't he tell me? And told you? Looking at these murderous eyes, it should be said.

Meng Fu, who was still weak, was supported by his grandson Meng Yi, and looked at Wang Qi sternly.

You're a big birdman, too, suspicious? It seems that you and I think about the same. If Chang'an Jun dares to rebel, kill him!

King, minister.

You can think about it, and so on.

The minds of the people are very unified. Diaphragm

The eldest son recited the sacrificial text and knelt down. This sacrificial text is different from the king's, and it can be understood.

Under the high platform, the first emperor in the center, a hundred civil and military officials, did not move.

And the people who surrounded them, more than 100 times more than them, knelt down one after another.

Even if there are a few people who are knowledgeable and know that Ying Chengcheng is not reciting the sacrificial text.

will also kneel together under the general trend of kneeling.

"Don't kneel!"

Ying Cheng Chan was on the high platform, using all his strength and internal strength, and shouted out these three words. Diaphragm

The First Emperor, the ministers, and the people, who had already prepared for the previous decibel volume, were taken aback again.

Their ears were ringing, as if they were going to be deaf.

They had never heard such a loud voice, and their first reaction was the power of heaven, this was the oracle of heaven!

The people's uproar and kneeling action suddenly stopped, as if the whole picture had pressed the pause button.

"Heaven wants you to kneel, I want you to stand up."

The sound returns to the volume of the first sentence, deafening, not deafening.

"My name is Ying Cheng, and I want to talk to the world." Diaphragm

"History of Qin": In the first year of the emperor, the wax sacrifice, Chang'an Jun set up a high platform, and spoke the world.