Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 46
No one who received Fan Zhuoyuan's invitation that night dared to find an excuse not to come, and if he didn't come, some soldiers would force him to come.

Please don't move?Then the whole family will go to the mass grave together.

Under the butcher's knife of the conqueror, is there any reason to speak?
At noon, hundreds of people went to the imperial city as if mourning.

Usually in the palace of the parliament, Fan Zhuoyuan sits on the main seat with a big sword.

He felt a little regretful, because kneeling is popular in Japan, and basically a mat is enough.

But Zhongtu etiquette is not so backward. The etiquette of kneeling and sitting has been improved since the Tang Dynasty and is more in line with science.

Otherwise, if you kneel and sit for a long time, your legs will become bow-legged, which is extremely ugly.

So he asked people to bring tables and chairs. The tables and chairs were temporarily prepared. Of course, they were very crude and lacked a sense of formality and dignity. This was what Fan Zhuoyuan regretted.

But change customs, from now on, all old-fashioned etiquette must follow the Neo-Confucianism of China!

Although Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism has been criticized a lot, it is also the most popular thought of Confucianism in this era.

Fan Zhuoyuan is a rough person, too lazy to conceive a new ideology and culture by himself, just copy it directly, anyway, there are many literati who are good at this in the army, and it is better to promote it widely.

Fan Zhuoyuan was at the top of the center, and Emperor Kameyama was next to him. He didn't dare to be dissatisfied. He still had a smile on his face, and he didn't know if it was a forced smile.

Then from left to right, they are all titans in the army, all of them are well-known in Japan, of course they are not well-known, just like Fan Zhuoyuan, they are enough to scare children from crying.

Before noon, all the nobles, wealthy businessmen, eminent monks, etc. from Kyoto came to the main hall with mournful faces.

The banquet adopts a meal sharing system for one person and one meal, expanding from the center of the hall to both sides.

There is a large open space in the center, which is used for singing and dancing performances.

Of course, there are no good songs and dances in Japan. A group of dancers with their faces painted pale, who look more like monsters than people, dance in a very slow rhythm with fans in the middle.

Many of these dancers were royal women, including the twins that the emperor wanted to give to Fan Zhuoyuan.

Their dance steps are matched with traditional Japanese court music. This scene is not like a song and dance that can add to the fun, but like a funeral.

Of course, this is indeed a funeral, a national funeral!

Everyone looked sad, only the conquerors of the Fan family talked and laughed freely, enjoying the wine of victory.

At this time, outside the main hall, there is a monument, which is being carved by more than a dozen craftsmen according to the inscriptions written by the military Chinese, recording the many great achievements of Fan Jiajun since the conquest of Japan.

Everyone had witnessed this monument before entering the arena, and suddenly felt that it was simply an epitaph.

When the clock rang at noon, Fan Zhuoyuan stood up holding his wine glass, looking around, his face paralyzed and his face full of seriousness.

Hundreds of people on the field stood up quickly, but no one dared to look at him!

Fan Zhuoyuan said in a loud voice, "Drink three cups today!

First cup!I wish the Jiangnan army of the Heavenly Kingdom was ordered to cross the sea, conquer the sun for half a year, crusade against injustice, achieve a complete victory, and prosper in martial arts! "

He raised his glass and drank it, and no one in the room dared not drink with him.

"The second cup! I wish the people of Japan, from now on, I will share the glory of the heaven with all the people of China, and there will be no distinction between each other, and we will respect and prosper together!"

Fan Zhuoyuan drank again, and everyone present looked at each other, some drank from the cup, and some looked hesitant.

The Emperor caught a glimpse of Fan Zhuoyuan looking at him, and quickly drank it with a smile, almost choking.

Some people saw the emperor drinking, but they had no choice but to drink with him, and some people still raised their glasses and refused to drink.

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't speak, and the deputy general Zhang Xi glanced at him with unfriendly eyes, "Why, don't you eat the fine wine for the toast?"

The heavily armored guards surrounding the palace took a step forward one after another. Everyone present was shocked, and they had to drink if they didn't want to drink. There really wasn't a strong bone.

Fan Zhuoyuan continued: "The third cup! May Japan be destroyed! Japan's province established!"

This sentence was extremely short. After Fan Zhuoyuan finished speaking, he drank it all in one gulp, his gaze coldly swept over everyone present.

Everyone held up their wine glasses, stunned in place, and so did Emperor Kameyama.

Fan Zhuoyuan said coldly: "Why, can't you drink it?"

The corners of the Emperor's eyes twitched, and he bowed and said, "Your Excellency General... Whether Japan will perish or not, should it be decided by the Emperor of Shangguo?"

Fan Zhuoyuan bowed his hands to the west, and said: "Since the founding of this dynasty, there has been a conquest abroad. Is there any country that cannot be conquered?"

Although Emperor Guishan was afraid of Fan Zhuoyuan, facing the collapse of the state at this time and the sight of his officials, he also had a rare courage.

He knocked over the wine glass and said angrily: "Before the emperor of Shangguo made a decree, Japan will not be destroyed!"

Fan Zhuoyuan nodded slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a palace servant came with another jug ​​of wine in his hand.

"Since your Excellency does not want to drink the wine of national mourning, then drink this glass of wine! This wine is called martyrdom!"

Since the name is martyrdom, of course it is poisoned wine!
Emperor Guishan looked at the glass of wine poured by the palace man, his whole face turned pale, and he pointed at Fan Zhuoyuan tremblingly, "You...you promised not to hurt my life!"

"Then, are you honoring the country's mourning, or dying for the country?" Fan Zhuoyuan asked again.

Emperor Kameyama certainly didn't want to die, but he also didn't want to drink the cup of national mourning wine that represented shame.

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't have much patience, "It seems that His Majesty the Emperor wants to die for the country, and Fan respects His Majesty's opinion!"

Since he chose to die for his country, Fan Zhuoyuan didn't mind letting him die as a monarch, so he called him His Majesty.

Two soldiers clamped Emperor Kameyama's arms from behind, and the palace servants held up the poisoned wine and were about to pour him down.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, everyone watched this scene with their own eyes, and their hearts could not be more shocked.

Emperor Kameyama frantically shook his head and twisted his body, struggling, and shouted: "No! I don't want to die! I drink! I drink!"

Fan Zhuoyuan waved again, and the soldiers let go of the emperor's arms. He quickly refilled the national mourning wine and drank it tremblingly.

Everyone looked sideways, and someone cried: "Your Majesty, the national funeral is like this, so don't you cry out in sorrow!"

For a while, there were cries one after another, Emperor Kameyama's smile froze on his face, and he sat down covering his face.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at the other people present, and said, "The wine for national mourning and the wine for martyrdom are your choice!"

Soon, everyone was served another jug ​​of wine, two jugs of wine, national mourning and martyrdom, no matter which choice was extremely difficult.

One dies of faith, the other dies of flesh, Fan Zhuoyuan's killing and heart attack is nothing more than that!

At this time, an 80-year-old monk walked out tremblingly. He came together with the abbot of Honganji Temple. Others thought he was also an eminent monk of Honganji Temple, so no one cared.

At this time, when he reached the center of the hall, his stooped body stood upright, and he looked at Fan Zhuoyuan with a smile.

"General Shangguo, the poor monk's Dharma name reads Ami Ciyin, and he practiced it in the Yicheng Temple of Fahua Mountain."

A Japanese translator next to him came to Fan Zhuoyuan's ear and said, "General, Nian Ami Ciyin was the number one swordsman in Japan before he became a monk. No, it should be said to be the number one swordsman in Japan."

Fan Zhuoyuan nodded slightly, looked down, and asked, "What choice do you make!"

Ciyin smiled and said, "The poor monk makes the third choice."

(End of this chapter)