The imperial capital was bloodied overnight, and all the ministers and courtiers who had been hostile to the Western Qin were purged, and many people were implicated.

Until the next day, the streets and alleys were still filled with the smell of blood......

In the first year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the ninth day of the first month of November, a good day and an auspicious day.

Clear, cloudless.

Early in the morning.

The princes, Zongzheng and ministers of the Ministry of Rites of the Great Zhou Imperial Family sacrificed to the Taimiao on behalf of the Son of Heaven and completed the general ceremonial process of the new emperor's accession to the throne.

The ruins of the palace around the sacrificial roof, in just three days, have barely looked like a shape under the repair of powerful manpower, material resources and abundant materials.

Thousands of courtiers and generals above the fifth rank in Beijing, under the leadership of Feng Sihu, Liu Guangshi, Taixungong, Su Wuji, Yu Siliu and others, wore neat court clothes and lined up in all directions.

It's just that their eyes are all looking in the direction of Zhentian Palace, and their expressions are complicated.

The second emperor died in a few days, and then a new emperor was established, and all the radical ministers of the Manchu Dynasty against Western Qin were ambushed, and His Royal Highness the King of Qin was unclear, what should the future of this Great Zhou be?

Listening to the eighteen bells of the Son of Heaven, Jiang Yuqing, who was dressed in a purple prince's robe, pulled the little emperor Ji Yu with a brand-new small dragon robe and walked out.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The courtiers immediately shouted long live, and the sound shook the imperial city.

"Uncle, I'm afraid!"

The little emperor Ji Yu was frightened by the earth-shattering shout, grabbed Xin Zhuo's broad palm, staggered, and the twelve emperors on the crown swayed left and right, and said timidly.

He had been told by his grandmother, mother, and aunt, and his uncle had saved his life, and his uncle would personally put him on the throne, and everything would have to be up to him.

"Don't be afraid!"

Xin Zhuo said: "You have to remember that you are the emperor, the master of this world, and you are the greatest!" Also, call yourself me! ”

"Oh......"

Ji Yu nodded as if he didn't understand, raised his head and asked, "Uncle will always accompany me...... Me? ”

"No, my uncle is leaving, and in the future, this country will depend on himself."

"Woo ......"

"Don't cry, you're a man, you're an emperor, you have to learn to be strong, how can you be cowardly?"

"Well, I don't cry!"

"Very good, remember, in the future, you can't be as ambitious as your uncle and father, let alone your aunt, who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals, and treat other people's lives as a mustard!"

"Well, Uncle Ixue!"

Xin Zhuo looked at the little emperor and the Great Zhou luck who had just successfully sacrificed the spirit in the Mochizuki Well, this child was extremely simple-minded, the milk smell had not dried, and it was still a clean piece of jade, and his face couldn't help but be extremely complicated, and said: "You don't have to learn from your uncle, your uncle himself hasn't lived to understand, you just need to remember that in the future, if you cherish the people and love the soldiers, you will be Mingjun!"

Ji Yu tilted his head: "I know."

"Good!"

Xindra pulled him up to the altar and waved him to worship the heavens.

Ji Yu was stunned again, and finally walked to the Kowloon incense burner, lit three incense sticks, forgot all the lines that he had memorized all night in his mind, looked back at his uncle, had no instructions, had to think about it, and held up the incense: "I tell God that I will be a good emperor!"

Xin Zhuo's expression was in a trance, and he couldn't help but think of the grievances and grievances between the three emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the past few years, and was awakened by the sound of "Long live my emperor" with a tsunami in the mountains.

At this time, I saw the little emperor Ji Yu suddenly turn around and kneel respectfully in front of him: "I Ji Yu, worship my uncle Jiang Yuqing as the emperor's father, and be on a shoulder to shoulder with the Great Zhou Sheji, the world will receive incense, and I will never disobey!"

Xin Zhuo frowned, I don't know if the little emperor remembered it himself, or if someone secretly taught it?

I heard thousands of princes and ministers bow down again: "The ministers see the emperor!"

The cry was deafening.

Xin Zhuo sighed lightly, if you play like this, the Great Zhou royal family will be in trouble in the future, and I am afraid that I will not be able to say anything if I don't do it.

Pull up the little emperor: "Let's go, follow me to worship the martyrs of Western Qin!"

The West Qin Martyrs' Shrine is located on the White Fog Mountain thirty miles south of the imperial city.

Jiang Yuqing, the emperor, and all the ministers were surrounded by neat honor guards and three thousand imperial city guards, and they went for several miles.

Along the way, the people got out of the way, and then spontaneously followed.

When I arrived at the foot of the White Fog Mountain, there were already 100,000 people behind me, and I was surrounded by a large area.

Shui Qingliu, Feng Shuning, Li Xiyue, Murong Yunxi, Zong Xi, Lu Jiu and others are also among them, Jiang Yuqing returned and killed the ancestors of all clans, the imperial capital knows about it, they don't think it's strange, or they are numb.

Jiang Yuqing, the son of the Jiang family, the king of Western Qin, the king of Qin, and the emperor, what can't he do along the way? Who he can't kill? Who in the whole world doesn't know him?

Being born in the same era as him is the sorrow of all genius martial artists, and everyone is inevitably shrouded in his brilliance, which is helpless but difficult not to admire!

Xin Zhuo led the little emperor and the princess to the top of the White Fog Mountain, only to see a huge tomb surrounded by dozens of slightly smaller tombs in front of him.

In front of the cemetery, there are huge stone tablets, which are full of dense sacrificial words and names and surnames of Western Qin generals and soldiers.

Jiang Hu, Jiang Yuxi, Jiang Shisan, Jiang Man'er, Jiang Guen, Yu Chi Jun, Yu Chi Shuo Marlie, Yu Chi Shuo Zhen, Tuoba Kedi, Lin Haotian, Toss Kun, Toss Jiao, He Liansheng, Feng Sanbao, Sun Miaoer, Zhang Guangpu......

And millions of children!

Xin Zhuo stood silently for a long time, only to feel sour in his heart, the matter of Western Qin gave him glory and martial arts, accompanied him a long way, and gave him great help, these many people, frankly speaking, are quite cute, with the unique temper and temperament of people in this world.

It's a pity, creation makes people!

He took the imperial wine held by the Praetorian Guards on the side, poured four glasses, one to honor the Western Qin Army, one to honor the martyrs, and one to the year, and then raised the last cup: "The scenery here is good, looking at the mountains and the imperial capital from afar, but it's a pity that we are separated by yin and yang, and we can only reunite in the next life, I will punish myself if I owe you!"

Raise a glass and drink it all!

Then walk to a wordless monument in the middle, use your finger as a knife, and engrave a line of words:

"The soul of the Western Qin, heaven and earth respect it!"

Fingertips bleed, and the eight characters were bloody!

Take three steps back and bow.

Behind him, the little emperor and the ministers saluted one after another.

After the salute, Taixun Gong and Yu Siliu suddenly stepped forward and bowed to worship, with a stunned expression: "Your Highness! I have never found a chance to admit my mistake to you, and I am willing to be punished with everything! ”

Xin Zhuo looked at the two silently, and only said after a while: "The fate of the monarch and the minister is exhausted, and it is boring to talk too much, so I can do it myself!"

He turned and walked into the distance, which was not in the direction of the capital.

The little emperor became extremely dependent on him in a short period of time, and it seemed that without the man in front of him, no one could be his elder anymore, so he couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, and knelt down: "Emperor, are you leaving?" Will you come back to see Yu'er? ”

Xin Zhuo also did not answer, and walked farther and farther until he was out of sight.

"Send it to the emperor!"

The Manchu ministers and 100,000 people saluted together.

In the past few years of conquest, this has changed, and in the end, Jiang Yuqing has not been contaminated with any imperial power, so he is worthy of the respect of the world and the special book of history.

But for Xin Zhuo, this Hongchen is right and wrong, and let others comment on it, Lao Tzu is going to get up.

After getting off the Yunwu Mountain, the three carriages in front, six or seven horsemen, pulling a large furnace and Ding chariot and gold and silver treasures, have been waiting for a long time.

……

"Jiang Yuqing is gone, this kid is a smart person, it's a pity."

In the hidden darkness, a faint figure sits.

There was another person sitting next to him, his breath was sluggish, and he said lightly: "The martial arts world that reincarnates once in 100,000 years is coming, he is leaving, the people of the Four Holy Mountains Ye Chen and Qin Wuji have no goal, and once the ancient monsters, Tianjiao, saints, holy sons and the children of chaotic bloodlines and luck in the legends in the ancient books are in the world, and there are no people to use, it is difficult to say how the world will be disputed!"

"Your eyes are still on these hundreds of years, the pattern is too small, far inferior to Jiang Yuqing!"

The hazy figure laughed dryly: "Who knows what will happen in the future?" How and how were those legendary monsters born? How did the legendary Six Domains, Seven Seas, Eight Mountains, and millions of miles of wide-area heaven and earth appear?

Jiang Yuqing is really an ant in the eighteenth realm, who will deal with him? Who cares about him?

The Four Holy Mountains and the old man and others are just a drop in the ocean.

Before the old man's doppelganger was destroyed by Jiang Yuqing, he never calculated the ending of the stars and the changes in heaven and earth. ”

The other person smiled bitterly: "It's better to be careful...... Don't be like her! ”

(End of chapter)