No one dared to speak. Tsung

The Wenchens who had a little bit of skill and intelligence looked at Ganluo, retracted their heads, lowered their heads and stopped talking.

The generals with a little bit of skill and force looked at Wang Qi, holding their heads high and not angry, but they didn't dare to squeak.

The people in the outer circle were even more ignorant of these words, and these words were not meant to them.

Freedom, democracy, and fairness are not as good as the sacrifices that let them eat until the heavens are finished. Those good food and wine are what these people desire.

They just think that Ying Cheng Chan is suffering from a mad disease, Ying Cheng Chan is very crazy, Ying Cheng Chan does not respect the sky and does not respect the king, and will definitely be punished by heaven.

But because the First Emperor has been sitting upright on the high platform, and there has been no expression, so the people of Qianshou who respect the First Emperor like a god will not have any expression.

The prestige of the First Emperor is too high. Tsung

Heaven will definitely take this shaft!

The people thought to themselves.

Ying Cheng opened his arms, facing the wind, and chuckled at the corners of his mouth.

"It's cool."

Turning around, he walked down the high platform, and did not stop when he passed by the First Emperor.

As he walked, he said, "I'm in trouble with the imperial brother."

"How do you want me to cooperate?" The First Emperor, who has always had a tacit understanding with Ying Cheng, said in a deep voice. Tsung

In the past, he could guess what Ying Chengcheng was going to do and what he wanted to do, and most of that was what he wanted to do and what he wanted to do, so he could cooperate very well.

But today, even if Ying Chengcheng said everything he wanted to do and wanted to do thoroughly, the First Emperor still didn't know how to cooperate.

First, what Ying Chengcheng said was not what the First Emperor wanted to do, and it was seriously inconsistent with the First Emperor's concept of governing the country.

Second, the First Emperor didn't believe that his own brother was really as he said, he wanted to make rules, and wanted all the generals of the Great Qin Dynasty to be under his control, which was something that even the First Emperor himself couldn't do.

Since Qin Xiaogong reused Shang Ying, he has worked hard for six generations of Qin Jun, including King Qin Huiwen, King Qin Wu, King Qin Zhaoxiang, King Qin Xiaowen, and King Xiang of Qin Zhuang.

In the generation of the First Emperor, the fact that the Qin law was established as the rule of the Great Qin was established, so that the Qin State would dominate the world.

Wanting to re-establish the rules means offending those with vested interests in the current rules. Tsung

These people are definitely not the people of Qianshou who can't get enough to eat, but those courtiers who can ascend to the Xianyang Palace.

Take a Ganluo and open the knife, and kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey.

If you take the whole of Great Qin and nobles, it is not a knife, but a search for death.

As long as the first emperor thinks that it is the right thing, he can ignore the civil and military opposition of the Manchu Dynasty, suppress it with his own strength, and carry it out, which is already the peak of hegemony in the current history.

Like Ying Cheng, if you don't obey me, I will kill you, the first emperor can't do it, and he won't do this kind of thing, it's crazy.

"Whatever you want."

No one can kill me anyway, so what if I fail? Tsung

The sound of words was accompanied by the footsteps of Ying Cheng, and they did not interfere with each other.

The First Emperor stared at Ying Chengcheng's back, his face was serious, and his eyes were cautious.

"Shang Jun offended the old Qin nobles by changing the law, and was punished by the corpse of five oxen. Wu Qi offended the nobles of Chu by changing the law, and was killed by ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

"It is prudent to create a 'powerful' faction of the Legalist family, but dare not sell it to a country, because he knows that changing the law will inevitably lead to the most powerful revenge of the local nobles.

"It is difficult for those who have changed the law in the past to have a good end, and you are even more crazy than them. Why is this so? ”

Ying Chengcheng chuckled lightly and said softly: "Then why does the imperial brother work diligently every day and at least review one stone of the chapter?"

"Why did you abolish the division of feudal feuds and set up thirty-six counties after the defeat of the Six Kingdoms? Tsung

"Why build a galloping road to connect the east, west, north and south of Daqin, and ask the army to reach it in ten days?"

Because I know that I am right, because I want Great Qin for thousands of generations, because I want to do the most for Great Qin in my lifetime.

The First Emperor replied in his heart, but did not say anything.

These three questions are not questions, but the answers to the questions he raised.

"You think you're right."

The First Emperor stood up and spoke.

"Of course." Tsung

Unless the evolution of civilization over the past 2,000 years is regressive and backward.

Ying Cheng Chan thought about it, said it, and walked away.

"I can't support you."

The First Emperor turned his back to Ying Chengcheng and whispered, the voice so small that only he could hear it.

But the voice was small, but there was no longer any hesitation.

The First Emperor made up his mind that he would not change easily.

On the high platform, the footsteps of Ying Chengcheng have disappeared with the figure. Tsung

The First Emperor walked to the center of the high platform, with a hundred animal skins on his shoulders, a plain robe, and an arrowroot belt wrapped around his waist, and a hazelnut staff pinned to the belt.

This dress is exactly the same as that of Ying Cheng, and the two are about the same size.

In the carriage, these two sets of clothes were put together, and the names and surnames of the first emperor and Ying Chengcheng were not written.

"Emperor Tianhou soil, bless me Daqin!"

The First Emperor drank, his voice breaking through the air, and the washed blue canvas above his head spread far away.

"Emperor Tianhou soil, bless me Daqin!"

The civil and military officials shouted in unison, along with the words of the first emperor. Tsung

"Emperor Tianhou soil, bless me Daqin!"

The people shouted frantically, looking at the king in their eyes, and at the god in their hearts.

"Emperor Tianhou soil, bless me Daqin!"

Everyone in the audience was red-faced, hoarse, and roared and vented with a voice that would lead to fainting due to lack of oxygen if they shouted two more times.

The First Emperor was surrounded by the support of the mountains and tsunamis, and surrounded by the voices of the people and the nobles.

Standing on a high platform, high above, looking down on his subjects.

"But I won't stop you. I trust my own judgment and my vision. If you win, the world will give you, if you lose, I will support you. "Tsuh

Lightly stepping on the footprints made by Ying Chengcheng on the high platform made of white jade, the first emperor's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Heaven, does it exist or not?

This erector is so arrogant and domineering, and he will not be punished?

This question is actually of little use to him, whether it is heavenly or not, he only does what he thinks is right.

But as the king of Great Qin, the king of the world, the first emperor was not so happy to have a sky on his head.

After ruling the world, one of the reasons why he changed the Son of Heaven to the emperor was that he didn't want to hear the word "son".

The shouting below him continued, and the First Emperor glanced at it, and was suddenly stunned. Tsung

Then he reluctantly looked up at the sky, his eyes shining, full of doubts and blasphemy.

"God, don't you see it?" The First Emperor squinted his eyes and spoke softly, but the words were sonorous. "No one kneels."

Maybe it was because he was angry, or maybe he was attracted by the prestige of the First Emperor.

In short, high under the stage.

The people who shouted "Emperor Tianhou soil, bless me Daqin" did not kneel.

Most likely, they didn't mean it, they just forgot about it for a while.

But there are some things that are easy to forget, but difficult to remember. Tsung

"Emperor Tianhou soil, bless me Daqin?"

Ying Chengcheng sat on the steps where he was sitting just now, and did not go down immediately.

Bai Yu was a little cold, which made his ass a little icy, but it couldn't ice his very strange blood.

He looked at the crowd below, watched the heat below, and watched everyone standing below.

Stretch.

Yawn.

"It's cool." Tsung

"Let's dance!"

The First Emperor's vast, ethereal, and deep voice fell from the high platform when the momentum of the audience gradually fell.

The Lingyou entered in one after another, and they advanced in turn.

He who dressed up as a corpse in animal skins, and who carried a hazelnut staff to drive away demons.

Imitate pigs, dogs, cows, sheep, monkeys, chickens, tigers, leopards and other animals dancing.

The song is said to have been passed down from ancient times, but it is impossible to find which ancient ballad it is.

The sound of the guzheng is melodious, the chimes are ethereal, the sound of the green flute is sometimes sharp and sometimes soft, and the sound of the pipa is sometimes fierce and sometimes graceful...... Tsung

With the hard work of the actors, the scene quickly fell into a sea of joy.

The people of Yongcheng, who have no entertainment activities on weekdays, are not divided into adults and children, men, women and children, all of them sing and dance like crazy, noisy and noisy.

That look is a little more terrifying than Ying Chengcheng's previous madness on stage.

It's no wonder that Zigong watched the wax sacrifice, saying that the people of a country are crazy about it.

In this annual extravaganza, all the sounds mingle together, which was supposed to last for a long time.

But this year, there was another hiccup.

A sharp, piercing. Tsung

The tone and loudness far exceeded the sound of all the musical instruments in the world, which made this part of Yongcheng fall into a short period of stagnation.

Those who play the guzheng don't play, those who ring the chime don't knock anymore, those who play the green flute don't play anymore, and the confused fingers don't pluck the pipa anymore.

Lingyou, who was not dressed in animal skin, stopped chasing and followed the prestige blankly.

Lingyou, who sang that she didn't know what it meant, closed her mouth and opened her eyes wide to find the source of the sound.

Those who pretended to be zoological animals and looked at one place.

The people of Qianshou, who were lively and playing, even pulled their necks to find something to make such a loud noise.

I saw that under the high platform, there was a group of big men dressed as servants of the Chang'an Monarch's Mansion, each holding a musical instrument with a mouth like a horn and a rod like a flute, which no one had ever seen. Tsung

They held the copper rod in the middle in both hands, and their fingers touched it back and forth like a.

The piercing sound came from the dozen or so instruments that had never been seen before, and the dozen or so overwhelmed all the mixed sounds in the scene.

"What is this?"

The First Emperor went down to the high platform and stood behind Ying Cheng, looking at the people below who were obviously wearing armor, and said suspiciously.

"Suona." Ying Cheng grabbed the palm of the first emperor and wrote the word suona on the first emperor's hand. "All kinds of musical instruments, suona is king."

Listening to the only voice in the audience, the First Emperor withdrew his palm and snorted coldly.

"King? In my opinion, it is clearly a vertical in a musical instrument! As scoundrel as you shaft! "Tsuh

This is a well-known instrument hooligan.

Ying Chengcheng got up with a smile, looked at the disrupted rhythm of the wax sacrifice ceremony, and walked down the stairs.

"I shouldn't have anything to do later, I'll go back to Xianyang first."

"With me." The First Emperor and Ying Chengcheng went down the steps together, undoubtedly authentic.

Why is this vertical heart so big, just made so many enemies, and dares to go alone.

Ying Chengcheng was helpless and said: "There is no need to stop the imperial brother, no one in the world can kill me."

"I don't care if you live or die, I'm afraid that if you're not in front of me, I'll make a mess for me!" Tsung

"Ugh."

Ying Cheng sighed.

"No."

An eight- or nine-year-old boy ran under the servant who was playing suona, blinking his big eyes, staring at the suona with a bright light.

There were no toys in the Qin people's childhood, only the tired figures of their fathers and mothers, and the funeral reports of one family after another.

The servant who was blowing Zhenghuan noticed the little guy under him, his mouth left the suona mouth, squatted down, held the suona and handed it to the child, and said with a smile: "Like it?"

Maybe it's because the servant clothes on the servant are not extravagant, or maybe it's because the child hasn't grown up and can't feel the sky. Tsung

The child's eyes moved with the suona and nodded excitedly.

"I have two."

The servant took out another suona from his bosom and shook it one by one, looking very proud.

The colors in the child's eyes are brighter.

"Here's one for you!"

Looking at the suona handed to him, the child wanted to take it but didn't dare to take it.

He twisted his hands and shook his head with a small face. Tsung

"I don't have any money."

Turned his head to look at the grandmother behind him.

"Neither does Grandma."

His father died, while he was attacking Wei with the Marquis of Tongwu.

Qin won that battle, but his father died, and his family lost.

He and his mother hadn't eaten for a long time, he was nine years old, but he was the same height as a child of six or seven years old.

The last offerings of the wax festival, the daily food of the nobles, are the hope of their mother and son throughout the year. Tsung

"No, can I care if you ask for money? Take it! ”

Without saying a word, the servant stuffed the newly taken suona into the child's hand, continued to play the tune, and followed the large army forward.

Chang Anjun said that he would go around Yongcheng and let Yongcheng be brainwashed by suona today!

The childish boy who involuntarily took the suona was stunned for a moment, and then ran back to his mother with the heavy suona for him.

Holding the suona excitedly, he said, "Mother, look!"

The mother, who had been watching the child's figure, touched the child's head lovingly.

"Mother, how much money can this be exchanged for? How much corn can you exchange? "Tsuh

The childish boy did not hesitate to put the newly obtained suona into his mother's hands, and did not blow it from beginning to end.

He was afraid that if he blew it, he would lose a penny.

Grandma took it with her rough, farm-like hands and looked at it carefully.

"I don't know about my mother, but I can have at least twenty dollars."

The peasant woman judged according to the copper rod of the suona, and she would only judge like this.

Musical instruments, she is an ordinary peasant woman, where does she know how valuable it is.

The peasant woman had to put the suona in her arms and did not let the child return it. Tsung

Those who don't eat what they come from are starving to death, and the nobles who are full have nothing to do with the people.

The peasant woman saw the child's sparkling eyes on the suona, and knew that her child wanted to blow it, but she didn't even have the idea of letting the child try it.

Blow a blow, what about a penny less?

There are a lot of suona sent out by the protégé of the armor gate.

The protégés of the Mo family, led by the giant scientist, sent out more suona.

But there are very few new suona sounds in Yongcheng.

Blow a blow, what about a penny less? Tsung

The Qin State fought for many years, and nine of the ten families were mourned.

The desolate sound of suona could only make the vicinity of the high platform stand still for a moment, and soon everyone was moving.

Singing and singing, dancing and dancing, chasing and chasing, the sound of various musical instruments came one after another, and the crowd became more and more joyful.

The whole Yongcheng is immersed in joy, and more than a dozen armor-clad protégés are blowing suona hard, no matter where they go, they are the most beautiful boys.

Scientists listened intoxicated to the sound of suona, which is known as a musical instrument hooligan in modern times.

"The king said, suona, this instrument, send death to life."

Look up at the sky. Tsung

"I'll give you a life today."

Step into the crowd.

"Come to welcome the people."

An hour later, the First Emperor announced that the heavens, the earth, the ghosts, and the gods had finished their sacrifices.

The cheers of the people of Yongcheng soared into the sky, ten times louder than the eight words "Emperor Tianhou Earth, bless me Daqin".

】

The civil and military officials frowned and looked at the cheering people with dissatisfaction.

They don't know why these people are so excited, they find it incomprehensible, they feel so noisy. Tsung

The cooks and maids went up to the high platform in order, and took down the pigs, cows, sheep, wine, and other things that were sacrificed from the high platform.

In a pair of eager and eager eyes, he distributed the food in his hand to the people lined up in front of him.

The people lined up neatly, and no matter how eager they were, they would not cut in line, because of Qin Lu's relationship.

During the reign of King Huiwen of Qin, Yongcheng had a year because of the distribution of sacrifices at the wax sacrifice, resulting in stampede, scrambling, and more than 1,000 people were killed and injured.

Since then, there has been a special provision in the Qin law that no competition is allowed for the distribution of offerings at wax offerings, and violators will be punished according to the severity of the offering.

The wax sacrifice ceremony has reached the final step, and there is nothing left to do for the First Emperor.

Toss for a day. Tsung

It was again to recite the sacrificial text, to preside over the ceremony, and to wipe the buttocks for a certain vertical Emperor who felt a little tired.

When outside, he is still majestic and not tired.

Fang Yi got into the luxurious carriage, glanced at Yingcheng who was lying on several layers of animal skins, and said expressionlessly: "Get up."

Ying Chengcheng put his hands on the back of his head, knocked on Erlang's legs, and hummed the suona tune outside in his mouth.

Hearing the order of the First Emperor, he didn't take out his hands and legs, so he stopped the song, turned his head and said impatiently: "What's the matter?"

The First Emperor looked at Ying Chengcheng coldly and said, "I can't get up."

Ying Cheng rolled his eyes, sat up as if he really couldn't help you, and said, "Say." Tsung

The First Emperor naturally walked to Ying Cheng's side, squeezed Ying Cheng Chan off the animal skin with a butt, lay on it himself, and sighed comfortably.

Call~

Or this shaft will enjoy!

"It's too much! Before I came, I asked you if you wanted to lay one for you, but you don't want it yourself, now come and grab me! ”

Ying Cheng fell on the First Emperor, sat in the position of the First Emperor correcting the recital, and patted the cushion under him dissatisfiedly.

It's not soft at all!

There was only one piece of land in the whole carriage, which was covered with animal skins ten centimeters thick, which was arranged before Yingcheng got into the carriage. Tsung

"Today's actions are temporary or calculated over the years."

"It's a temporary idea, and it's also a calculation over the years." Ying Chengcheng boredly flipped through the chapter and said, "I originally planned to go a few more years, but since I have climbed that high platform and have this opportunity, I will not wait."

[Meng Tian is in the land of the Nine Plains, looking at the location of the Huns in front of him, tens of millions of miles from east to west, north and south. The great rivers and mountains can make the Huns live in it, please recruit the people to build the Great Wall and conquer the Huns! 】

Young, you also want to fight the Huns, just right, don't worry about the gluttony that will pass soon.

The First Emperor lay flat with his eyes closed, trapped in the animal skin under him, and did not want to move except for his mouth.

"I don't let you open up the wisdom of the people, and prevent you from doing things, so you will give me this set. I said, the seven counties in the northwest are at your disposal, and you are too anxious to talk about the results, this person asked me to do some good. ”

Ying Chengcheng sneered and said, "Let you do it?" If you do it, won't you be the opposite of these people? When the time comes, you will shake off your hands and get me to suffer, and I want to be beautiful. "Tsuh

Whoever wants to change the law will be subject to backlash.

"It's come to this, let's not talk about this, let's talk about something else." The First Emperor adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable, and said, "Since you love the people so much, why don't you get more sacrifices."

Every year, there are many offerings to the wax festival, but there are more people in Yongcheng.

The chickens, ducks, fish, meat, pigs, dogs, deer and sheep, wine and delicacies piled densely on the high platform are simply not enough.

"It is better to envy the fish by the river, than to retreat and close the net. How much can I contribute with some sacrifices, so that Yongcheng can be full? Just settle for a meal. ”

Ying Chengcheng walked to the door of the carriage and lifted the curtain to look outside.

"It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. The 'fish' in the front is the fish of the flesh, and the 'fish' in the back is the fisherman's fish. "Tsuh

"It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish." The First Emperor read softly and said with a smile: "You can always say some truth, this sentence is ingenious."

The noise outside, the sound of laughter, echoed in the otherwise quiet carriage.

The most obvious is the piercing suona sound, breaking out of the encirclement among many sounds.

"Does this song have a name?"

"A hundred years of chaofeng."

"It sounds joyful, but it's not dignified enough."

The joy before the Qin Dynasty was not dominated by blowing and blowing and playing lively, but mainly by solemnity and solemnity. Tsung

Aristocrats, where can they be so unreserved.

"It depends on who listens, and the royal brother is happy when he listens."

The First Emperor opened his eyes, supported his head with one hand, looked at his brother sideways, and said casually: "What do you listen to?"

Lao Tzu copied the song, can it still be copied for himself?

Ying Chengcheng rolled his eyes and said, "Nature is also joy."

"Who hears it and is not glad?"

"God." Tsung

Ying Cheng pointed to the top of his head, squinted, and looked at the ministers who were unhappy and boarded the carriage.

And you guys.

The ministers even felt that the boiling and laughing people felt very noisy, how could they like the suona that made its public debut in this world.

"God hears what it means."

"I fight with the sky, and the sky listens to my own sorrow."

The First Emperor closed his eyes and thought about the ministers and people who were standing under the high platform and shouting "Emperor Tianhou Earth, bless me Daqin".

"I am speaking on a high platform, and it is difficult to breathe after speaking, and I don't feel this way when I say it on the flat ground, what is the reason?" Tsung

"The oxygen at high altitude is thin, and with the same exercise, you will naturally feel more tired than on the ground."

"Sheep gas? The breath exhaled by the sheep? ”

The First Emperor wondered, and he heard another word that he had never heard before.

"It's hard to explain to you, I'll think about it." Ying Chengcheng touched his chin and said, "You have been to Mount Tai, talking there, is it similar to the feeling of a high platform?"

The First Emperor recalled for a moment and said, "Tireder than today, has something to do with what you said about sheep qi?" Those Confucian scholars told me that Mount Tai was a sacred place. ”

"I don't know if the god Tarzan is not sacred, but I know that you are tired because of the high altitude. You read the same words out loud, and the higher you go, the more tired you get. ”

"That's right." The First Emperor nodded suspiciously and decided to go back and build a three-zhang tall building in Xianyang. Tsung

At a time when Yongcheng was happy.

Xianyang is also a piece of joy.

The wax festival was celebrated by the entire Qin state, regardless of region.

In Xianyang City, there are a large number of people, and all the gallop roads that were originally used for driving and horses are occupied.

As a result, an eight-hundred-mile fast horse from Korea could not gallop.

But regardless of whether it is on the road or not, the news of Korea has reached Xianyang, just waiting for the return of the first emperor.