My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 231 My name is Ying Chengxue, I want to talk to this world

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Shi Huangdi tried hard to restrain the urge to put his hands on his knees, panting heavily, the sound was much louder than normal breathing.

The voice was thick and vast, as if a god was breathing.

Every year during the Wax Festival, the First Emperor, who read the gorgeous and exquisite sacrificial oration on this high platform, would be so tired.

The first emperor once thought that this was related to the sacrificial oracle, the power of witchcraft, and tried to read the sacrificial oracle in the palace.

With a voice of about the same size, and with about the same reading posture, the result is not so tiring.

As long as you get on the high platform and finish reading here, you will definitely be exhausted.

The fact that the reading of the sacrificial service is tiring, and the fact that the voice will be louder on the high platform.

The two convinced the first emperor that this high platform built of white jade was blessed by the gods and could indeed communicate with the gods.

People and gods speak, fatigue is a matter of course.

Today's Emperor Shihuang is dressed differently from the past.

It's not the Tongtian Temple with shiny pearls on its head, nor is it the domineering black crown dress with the Daqin totem black bird on its body.

On his shoulders is a garment that is sewn together with the skins of hundreds of wild animals, similar to the vests of later generations.

He was wearing plain clothes, with a kudzu belt around his waist, and a hazel stick in the kudzu belt.

"Book of Rites" contains: Pi Bian is sacrificed in plain clothes.Plain clothing, to send the end also.Ge belt hazel stick, death also.The sacrifice of wax, the utmost benevolence, and the ultimate in righteousness.

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After panting for a while, Shi Huang held the unfolded, half-read bamboo slips in his hand, and walked from the center of the high platform towards the stone steps when he came up.

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

After the sound of "Emperor Tianhoutu, bless me Daqin", after piously shouting out the eight characters that are both prayers and prayers, everyone stood up.

The first emperor never thought that Ying Chengxun did not kneel from the beginning to the end.

In previous wax festivals, Ying Chengxun who stood under the high platform would kneel on the ground and listen.

If you sit on the stone steps of a high platform and don't kneel, others won't notice.

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

tread~
The First Emperor walked down the high platform, stepped onto the stone steps, and said to Ying Chengxun who was descending three steps: "It's your turn."

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

Walk three steps slowly, and hand over the bamboo slips in your hand to Ying Chengxun.

Ying Chengxi looked up at Emperor Shihuang and took it with both hands.

Hands are a tribute to heaven, earth, gods and ghosts.

On the bamboo slips there are two paragraphs of sacrificial rites to heaven, the first emperor recited the right half and left the left half.

Under the high platform, one of the Great Qin's Nine Ministers was in charge of offering sacrifices, and the ceremonial Feng Chang's expression was as usual.

But if the interrogating officials of Tingwei Mansion who are good at criminal investigation are present, a little panic can be seen on Fengchang's face.

When kneeling down, Feng Chang touched the ground with his forehead.

Its face is bewildered, terrified, puzzled, no one can see it, only heaven, earth, gods and ghosts can see it together.

Yesterday, at the request of Emperor Shi Huang to write two sacrificial rites, Feng Chang was very puzzled.

"The prince is not in Xianyang, this second sacrificial text is...?"

Ask clearly.

Different people have very different scriptures for offering sacrifices to heaven, although ordinary people can't understand the same thing.

"I choose one of the two."

"only."

These two ceremonies for offering sacrifices to the heavens were usually written according to the emperor's specifications.

"promise."

Ying Chengxue smiled and nodded slightly.

This stick is pretty safe.

The first emperor breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Ying Chengyu would say - I want to read you, but I won't.

Nodding slightly, Emperor Shihuang, who consciously talked to heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts, walked down the stone steps quickly in relief.

He wanted to walk down the stone steps before Ying Chengxuan started to chant, to see what his brother looked like on the high platform.

Since his father's death, he has never seen another person standing on this high platform besides himself.

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

Among the common people, the child asked the omnipotent Father urgently.

Children who were forced to mature prematurely in the past have been looking forward to the day of the Wax Festival for a long, long time.

Because on this day he could see actors doing various movements and singing different songs.

Some of those actors ran around in animal skins, and some drove away those wearing animal skins with hazel sticks.

It was lively and fun.

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

His ears stretched out, and he overheard the "savvy people" science popularization around him just now, leaning into the child's ear, and whispered an answer.

In the "huh" sound of the child's vigorous nodding, and the never-changing adoring eyes, he was once again in a high spirits.

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

They all raised their heads.

Waiting for the eldest son who is well-known in Daqin to reveal his true face, representing them and reporting to heaven, earth, gods and ghosts.

It represents heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts, and brings them the blessings of having enough food, wearing warm clothes, a good harvest, and peace.

They are very devout.

As human beings, they cannot eat enough food, wear warm clothes, have a good harvest of food, and be safe and sound.

I can only ask God.

Only ask for land.

Only ask God.

Only to ask ghosts.

The officials looked up at the center of the high platform, they did not have such simple demands as the common people.

The streamer in their eyes is much more complicated.

Lord Chang'an took the stage after His Majesty, which means that the eldest son has lost power, at least His Majesty disliked it.

I have been visiting Lord Chang'an these days. If Lord Chang'an is in power, he will definitely not forget me.

On the day the Queen Mother returned to the city, she fought with Lord Chang'an at the gate of the city, but His Majesty ignored it. I should have known His Majesty's mind that day!
Everything has not yet been concluded, the prince must succeed to the throne, and the three generations of fiefdoms can be hereditary.

It's too late to communicate with Mr. Chang'an at this time, but you can take the line of Meng's family.

What Meng Wu did in the Xuanniao Palace, I thought I was in a daze at the time, but now it seems that I am in a daze.

……

They have different minds.

They have their own ghosts.

Because they can decide many things, much more than ordinary people.

Eat well, be safe, live.

They have already obtained it, and it is far beyond, and they don't need to ask the sky, the earth, the gods, and the ghosts.

Few will remember.

I remember that my ancestors were also ordinary people, and they were also hoping to have enough food, be safe, and live.

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

But also just awe.

Just like the first emperor is also in awe.

But that is more of people's awe of mystery.

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

Ying Chengxun appeared in the middle of the high platform.

Just like the first emperor who was standing here just now, he is holding bamboo slips in both hands and wearing animal skins on his shoulders.

He is dressed in plain clothes, with a Ge belt around his waist and a hazel stick.

The high platform of three feet is ten meters in conversion.

At this altitude, except for a few people with good eyesight.

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

This has added a layer of godlikeness to the person on stage, referred to as godhead.

The face of God should not be seen by man.

Standing at the most sacred place in Daqin, Ying Chengxun felt nothing but the wind was a little strong and breathing was a little difficult.

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

Su Yi trembled lightly, but because the wind was not strong enough, he couldn't make a hunting sound.

Ying Chengxun looked straight at the sky, which seemed like a blue canvas without the dots of white clouds and cloudy clouds.

Yes, I can see it.

But this day, is that day?

I was able to come to this world after death, is it God's doing?

If it's true, please, give me a hint, please?

I swear, I'm religious, more religious than ever.

Ying Chengxun waited devoutly. At this moment, his piety surpassed everyone under the high stage.

As a time traveler, he didn't know what kind of power would allow him to time travel, no matter in his previous life or in this life.

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

What kind of miracle is it that the sound of the high platform is loud?
He reincarnated with the memory of his previous life, this is a miracle.

Time passed little by little.

The First Emperor had already stepped off the high platform, and looked at Ying Chengxun holding the bamboo slips in both hands, and looked up for a long time.

What is this stick doing?
Did he get an oracle?

Does God think that he is more suitable to be an emperor than me?

Among the crowd, anxious children began to ask Father.

"Why doesn't the eldest son read it? 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 officials is the best, and they don't feel anxious.

This is because the "king" is the top person in the world, and they want to show humility and respect to Ying Chengxu who is expected to be the "king".

It was also because of the Lingyou performance of the Empress Jitian, they could find Lingyou to watch closely at their home at any time.

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

Those wines that the common people could not drink in the past can be poured and drunk in their own homes at any time.

"Are not you here?"

Ying Chengxue murmured in a low voice, so low that even the high platform blessed with divine power could not transmit his voice to the people under the high platform, so he could only be swept into the high sky with the sound of the wind to let the gods know.

"Or, have you never had one?"

There was no flash of thunder.

There was no strong wind.

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

The sky, the earth, the gods, and the ghosts all seem to be trying to catch fish, put it to death, or want to see what that tiny person is going to say next, so they let Ying Chengyu go for the time being.

"This is the most sacred place in the whole world. If you can't communicate with you here, then I will treat you as non-existent."

Ying Chengxun said in a negotiating tone, but still no one responded, and there was no divine language.

"There is one thing that I have been preparing for more than 20 years. I don't know if it will be done, but it should be enough to talk about it."

With this sentence, Ying Chengxun no longer murmured, and no longer intentionally controlled the volume.

He drummed up his internal energy, mixing it with his own energy.

The sound, 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 telling in the ear.

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

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

All the first emperors, ministers, and common people who were prepared to hear about it were startled as if they were unprepared.

The first emperor's face changed, and he wanted to climb up the high platform again and drag Ying Chengxun down.

How could this scorpion even dare to mess around with the wax festival?
Empress Dowager Zhao's eyes were full of fright, anger and joy.

This stick is really going to be reversed!On the three-foot-high platform, there are all the officials, and 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 worry.

More than 20 years...before Xun'er was six years old...it was the time when King Zhaoxiang started killing for no reason...

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

Ge Nie's paralyzed face was expressionless.

Young master, have you finally figured out how to become king?
The scientist looked at Ying Chengyu, and then raised his head to the sky. There was no dust on his forehead.

"Tian Zhi", "Ming Gui", did Mozi really believe it back then?

Empress Afang turned her head to look at Shi Huangdi, seeing that Shi Huangdi's expression was not very good, she was suddenly startled.

His Majesty didn't know about what uncle said?

The eyes of the personal maid Ping'er beside him were full of admiration, mixed with a little bit of distress.

This matter should be what the young master said when he rescued me?
What are you talking about?

Ping, why were you so useless back then, you only wanted to be warm!

Jiuqing Fengchang remained indifferent.

It's not that you are going to be emperor soon, I knew it yesterday.Well, that thing...

Right Prime Minister Wang Wan frowned, her heart was beating wildly, feeling like the world was in chaos.

With Mr. Chang'an's insidiousness and treachery, if he can prepare for more than 20 years for something, it will be useless to conquer the world.

Zuo Prime Minister Li Si's eyes were fixed on the stage, and the first emperor off the stage turned around.

His Majesty was still not allowed, Lord Chang'an fully trusted him, and Si was not allowed to participate in this major event, so Si still had to work hard.

Wang Kui glanced at the news from the Northwest that Ying Chengxuan had sent over. His old comrade-in-arms, Meng Ao, was in good condition and could go out.

The general is about to raise troops, why didn't you tell me?I told you?Judging by the murderous eyes, it should be said.

With the support of his grandson Meng Yi, Meng Ao, who was still weak, looked at Wang Ji sternly.

You big bird people are also very surprised?It seems that you and I think about the same.If Mr. Chang'an dares to rebel, kill him!
King, minister.

What you think and what you think is not enough.

The minds of the people are unified.

The eldest son chanted the sacrificial oration, and knelt on his knees.This sacrificial oration is different from the king's, and I can understand it.

Under the high platform, the most central emperor Shi Huang, with all the civil and military officials, did not move.

Surrounding them, people who were more than a hundred times larger than them knelt down one after another.

Even if there are a few knowledgeable people who know that Ying Chengyu is not reciting the sacrificial oration.

He will also kneel under the pressure of everyone around him kneeling.

"Don't kneel!"

Ying Chengxue was on the high platform, exhausting all his strength and internal strength, and roared out these three words.

The first emperor, his ministers, and the common people, who were already prepared for the previous decibel volume, were shocked again.

Their ears were buzzing as if they were going to go deaf.

They had never heard such a loud voice, and their first reaction was the power of heaven, this is the oracle of heaven!
The kneeling action of the common people stopped suddenly, as if the pause button had been pressed on the whole screen.

"God wants you to kneel down, I want you to stand up."

The voice returned to the volume of the first sentence, deafening, not deafening.

"My name is Ying Chengyu, and I want to talk to this world."

"History of Qin": In the first year of the emperor, wax sacrifices were held, and the king of Chang'an set up a high platform to speak to the world.

　The work of the beautiful lady, if you are interested, you can take a look.

　　
　
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