The familiar high platform of worship, the familiar sea of people.

Ying Chengcheng came out of the carriage of the king of horses, looked at the surrounding people in awe, retreated eyes, and pursed his lips.

It shouldn't be like this.

He is now in good spirits, completely free from the tiredness, weakness, and irritability of lack of sleep.

This was due to the fact that he had slept and had a meteorite rain from above, and he had postponed the succession ceremony by three hours.

Zhang Han kept persuading, what can't be changed overnight, the ministers are already waiting, if Your Majesty is sleepy, you can take a nap in the car.

Good words and bad words, oh no, only good words, Zhang Han never spoke ill of those in power in the empire.

The good words were ten stones, and he did not say that he would return to the ancestral hall to accompany the hearts of the ancestors.

was snubbed, and the courtiers who stood near the high platform of the sacrifice were all a little angry.

They got up early in the morning, drove 300 miles from Xianyang to the old capital Yongcheng, and stood in place an hour in advance in the particularly cold wind.

As a result, the towering platform of the sacrifice to the heavens was empty for a long time, and it was not until a quarter of an hour before the appointed time that the Lang official informed them that the ceremony was postponed.

Inhuman!

Of course, they have cursed this evil sentence thousands of times in their hearts, and they dare not say it. Zhuzi turned gorgeously to become the emperor, and as Qin ministers, they did not accept it.

After all, there is no second country in this world, for the time being.

Ying Zheng was dressed in disguise, and under the protection of a dry quicksand impurity led by Wei Zhuang, his face was not very good-looking.

It was nearly noon.

"It's time to succeed before the snow falls! The shaft is not enough and conspiracy! ”

Guiguzi, who had four fleshy moles on his forehead, stood beside Yingzheng, and no one beaked at his strange appearance, where did the people know about the elephant of ghosts?

And in terms of peculiar appearance, Guiguzi is not particularly eye-catching.

Compared with those who have been tortured and have no nose, Guiguzi is at least not crippled.

"Sure enough, it was intentional."

Wang Xu looked at the pale and pale sky.

A moment later, goose feathers fell from the sky and landed on his fleshy mole, cold and cold.

And on the high platform that expresses the succession of heaven and earth, a figure has also stood.

The snow falls in Yongcheng, and Chang'an climbs the platform!

One after another snowflakes were sprinkled one after another, falling on the crown of the victorious toad, and on the shoulders of the Xuanniao crown dress.

He reached out to catch it, and looked downward, but the snow bigger than his thick eyebrows and big eyes obscured his vision.

He walked to the edge of the high platform, swept under the high platform, and in a quiet snowy world, there were many trembling figures, which were the people of Yongcheng who were shivering from the cold.

When he was still in the ancestral shrine to make up for sleep, these people were forced by the government to stand on the periphery of the altar and wait for the arrival of the dignitaries and him.

"If it hadn't been for this heavy snowfall, I would have said more."

The complete internal force of "The Yellow Emperor" is strong and timeless, and the people standing on the outermost layer can clearly hear Ying Cheng's words.

The person in charge of the sacrifice is always cold, and his heart is even colder.

The winter snow did not completely rob him of the temperature in his body, and Chang Anjun's words made his blood completely condense.

He and the thirteen officials of the Fengchang Mansion, plus the twenty-first doctor of the Department of Doctors, plus ...... In short, a lot of people.

They worked hard to write an article that was gorgeous, magnificent, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, and descending to the ancestors.

But at the moment, Chang Anjun said the vernacular, not all of the article.

Heavy snow in the sky, a bad omen.

He was already apprehensive, uneasy, and his worst fears had happened.

Ying Cheng Chan once again played his cards out of common sense, so that this old Feng Feng, who had served the Qin King for five generations, was retrograde.

My heart was clogged, and I didn't come up in one breath, but fell straight down.

Qin Chen beside him immediately held on to the person who shouted loudly.

Although Lang Guan entered quickly, he quickly carried Lao Fengchang away.

But because of the previous shouting, there was still a riot here that could not be ignored, which attracted the attention of Ying Chengcheng.

Yun Chengcheng glanced at it, and saw that the place of trouble was in the inner circle, so he didn't pay attention to it anymore and threw down the Chinese book in his hand.

The yellow paper fluttered, like a divine talisman, using Qin Chen's stunned gaze as a medium to seal the riots in the infield.

The people in the outer field were cold, and their hearts were immersed in grief because of the First Emperor.

The yellow paper floating down from the high platform had no effect on them, and they were unusually quiet.

It's snowing, it's snowing.

They felt that this was very unlucky, and thought that this was Tian opposing Chang'anjun's succession, and Tian, like them, only recognized the First Emperor.

They are also very cold, and they know how to think slowly.

The thought of kneeling on the ground for a while, pressing their hands on the cold and biting snow, they felt cold before they could kneel.

They don't want to kneel, they even forget that kneeling to heaven and earth is a matter of course.

In this era of mortality for small colds, they want this succession ceremony that heaven and earth oppose to end quickly.

They think a lot, but they don't say anything, they just wait in silence.

Every succession ceremony was an extremely important event for the Qin State, how could it end as quickly as they wished.

Chang'anjun, a madman, doesn't take the sky in his eyes, so how can he care about what they think.

Their faces hardened, like figurines who would never have one expression.

The succession ceremony will continue according to the normal time, and this heavy snow will surely freeze to death many people.

"But God didn't give face, and there was a heavy snowfall. I know you're looking forward to dispersing soon, I'll make a long story short. ”

In the past, Ying Chengcheng hated the opening ceremonies of elementary schools, middle schools, and universities.

School leaders spoke one by one in the shade above, and they sat in the sun for the afternoon.

This annoying form of nonsense has been with him until his death, and his department leaders will hold meetings every morning and evening to fight chicken blood, draw pies, and talk about corporate culture.

Do unto others as you would have them do to you.

As the supreme leader, he should not tear the shaft of other people's umbrellas today because he has been drenched in the rain.

The people of Yongcheng raised their heads one after another, looking at the madman on the high platform in surprise.

Ying Chengcheng chuckled.

Although there are charming eyes of the wind and snow, the big action of the people collectively raising their heads, where can a wind and snow cover.

He raised his right hand and pointed to the sky, and his voice was loud.

"Last year's wax festival, the first emperor worshiped the heavens, the earth, ghosts, and gods here, and asked for the yellow sky and thick earth, and blessed me Daqin.

"I am here to say that the heavens do not exist, and to be disrespectful to the heavens, and to ask you to stand up. Say, 'If I don't die, there will be no law in the Qin country', and testify with his life.

"This year, the First Emperor, who led you to kneel down to worship the heavens, the earth, the gods, and the ghosts, died, but I who did not kneel to the heavens and the earth and said that the sky was a bird is still alive.

"If there is really a god on the head of the three feet, and there is really a heaven above the gods, why don't you protect and honor their first emperor, split a thunderbolt, and kill me?"

The faces of the people changed, and they became white.

It's frozen, and it's scary.

No wonder it snows heavily, and the king of a country is disrespectful to the sky, and of course the sky will be angry! This heavy snow is proof of the wrath of the sky!

This winter, because the new king disrespects heaven and earth, many people will freeze to death!

A look of panic appeared on their frozen faces, and they wanted to criticize the arrogant Chang'an Jun like last year's wax festival, but they didn't dare to say a word.

They heard that Chang'an Jun called himself me, and this word was only used by the emperor and the king of Qin.

The king of a country, the lord of the world, they dare not scold.

"This shaft!"

Ying Zheng's face is black, and his heart is hot.

He never imagined that his younger brother would use his death to make such an article.

He has long agreed with his brother's idea of having no heaven, but he doesn't agree with his brother's behavior today.

Among the people of Yongcheng, he already felt the great changes in the emotions of the people around him.

This year, the snow is heavy and the weather is cold, and many people will not be able to survive.

After today's succession ceremony, Ying Chengcheng's words will radiate the world with Yongcheng as the center, and there will be chaos.

Needless to say, the land of the Six Kingdoms is that nothing has happened, and the remnants of the Six Kingdoms will definitely slander everything in the Qin State.

What I really worried about was that the Qin State was basically in the middle of the pass, and the old Qin people would count this account on the head of the new emperor.

The hearts of the old Qin people are no longer together, the Guanzhong is in chaos, and the six countries are still peaceful, it would be good to be able to hold the Hangu Pass.

The more he thought about it, the more scared Yingzheng took a deep breath, and he was about to take a step and go to the high platform.

The land of the Six Nations is in chaos, and the arrows are not on the strings, but are being shot.

At this time, whether he lives or dies, the remnants of the Six Kingdoms will rebel.

Since his brother can't do it, then he will come in person and return to the throne.

Ying Zheng seriously suspected that his younger brother forced him to come out by saying this, but he really had to come out.

If it doesn't come out, this matter will be difficult to control.

"Your Excellency, don't be impatient."

Guiguzi smiled slightly and said softly:

"It's not Mount Tai here, but it's easier for Zen to die with you than Mount Tai."

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, without fear, sneered, and was about to speak.

Wang Chan said again:

"Zen knows that you have never been threatened, but if you die at this time, what will happen to the Qin State?"

The first emperor, who did not die, died at the succession ceremony of his younger brother.

With the prestige of the First Emperor in Guanzhong, the seriousness of this matter is greater than that of Ying Cheng's disrespect to the heavens.

Meng Tian in the northwest, Wang Ben in the northeast, and the generals who guarded the two frontiers of the empire were loyal to the first emperor.

Ying Zheng's eyes were full of anger, looking at the eyes that saw through everything under the four flesh moles.

"After the ceremony, I will kill you."

"If you are still the king of Qin, it will not be difficult to die of Zen."

Guiguzi spoke slowly.

"It is with the acquiescence of the king that he is not a king, but can do the things of a king, and not a true king. If you choose to retreat, you will retreat to the end, there is no master father in the Qin State. Heaven and earth are all opposite, and when you get free, you lose power. Yingzheng, you are not the king anymore, you should have gotten used to it. ”

On the high platform, Ying Chengcheng finished speaking and waited quietly for a while.

He didn't wait for the thunderbolts and lightning in the sky, and he didn't see any big commotion under the stage, he sighed slightly, and his mood was very complicated.

Joy and sorrow.

And I can't tell whether I rejoice a little more or sorrow a little more.

"My brother Yingzheng, the first emperor, Xu.

"I won the will of the first emperor to succeed to the throne, for Qin II, I didn't come up with it, and I will make up for it in the future.

"You think that the heavy snow is my fault, and for punishment, I want you to take it on your behalf, and I know that you will die in winter.

"Now I will fight with the non-existent Tiandou in the body of Qin II, and I want you to survive this winter, and I want you to know that the heavy snow pressing the branches is a beautiful scenery, and I want you to know that the snow is a good year."

Under the snowflakes that are flying more and more in the sky, the succession ceremony that should be a grand ceremony is dispersed, there is no solemn music of drums and bells, and there are no soldiers and horses when the successive Qin kings succeeded to the throne.

This succession ceremony couldn't be more simple, and it was like a joke to say it.

Ying Cheng, who spoke on the high platform for only half an hour, said a lot of wild words, but many people believed that he was afraid of the sky.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, a bad omen, so the ceremony ended in a hurry.

In the increasingly cold weather, the people's hands and feet began to chill when they lived in the house, and people's hearts fluctuated.

What Ying Zheng had been fearing finally happened.

For this reason, Ying Zheng even left behind the fact that he ran away from Guiguzi, and he had to find his younger brother as soon as possible.

But my brother didn't want to look for him, he didn't see him.

The positions are reversed, and Ying Zheng, who doesn't dare to reveal his true identity, can't break into the palace like Ying Chengcheng did at the beginning, and he can't see Ying Chengcheng when he burns his eyebrows in a hurry.

The virtual fire did not burn Ying Zheng's eyebrows, but the real fire really burned the dark honeycomb coal with holes.

Within Hangu Pass, all counties are the same as in Xianyang last year, and the government has begun to sell honeycomb coal.

This honeycomb coal, which is like a cake and has many holes, is sold more than a step worse than charcoal, which was recognized as the exclusive use of the aristocracy.

In the beginning, no one from the already poor people went to the government to buy it, even though the price of honeycomb coal was very low, only five yuan per stone.

But the people of Guanzhong would rather use these five dollars to buy a bucket of millet.

However, in the county towns, officials were sent to send a stone of experimental honeycomb coal from door to door, and experienced the warmth brought by this buried object, and no family refused.

Extremely poor households who really have no money left at home can still borrow money from the newly opened government - the money bank to buy honeycomb coal.

As long as you buy honeycomb coal, borrow money without interest, and repay the principal in the next year.

The new government Qian Xing opened its doors in every county seat in Guanzhong in just five days.

Some businessmen who have been to Korea feel that this scene is extremely familiar, and when they think about it carefully, they think of the Lu Chamber of Commerce, which has also opened all over Korea in just a few days.

The merchant who thought of it kept this matter in his heart, and didn't dare to say a word, just wanted to take the caravan to the government to buy honeycomb coal.

Five dollars, what is the difference between this and giving for nothing?

As long as five dollars, you can get the same warmth as the nobles in winter, which is a big business opportunity!

As long as they ship out of Hangu Pass, they can instantly increase the price ten times outside the customs without worrying about selling, and the price of inferior charcoal is fifty times that of honeycomb coal.

The government does not sell it.

In charge of the sale of honeycomb coal is the legendary Xiangbang Lü Buwei, a big businessman who was a strange commodity in his early years, and he is very familiar with the ways of merchants.

The sale of honeycomb coal shall be recorded in strict accordance with the household registration of each county.

It is forbidden for the people to sell it without permission, and it is not allowed to transport honeycomb coal out of the city, and violators will be sentenced to prison or confiscated family property.

After a group of builders and a few businessmen went bankrupt on the Great Wall, no one had the idea of this batch of honeycomb coal.

In the middle of winter, it was bitterly cold outside.

Inside the house, it is as warm as summer.

(End of chapter)