The drums began to play, and the officials bowed down and bowed to welcome the new emperor.
The long red carpet stretches from the dragon-patterned square carved from white marble to the eighty-first-order dragon-patterned steps. On the high platform is a golden dragon throne, the prime minister stands on the left, and the national teacher stands on the right.
There is no prime minister in the DPRK, and now the prime minister is Luo Yunsheng, Chen Ziqi's enlightened teacher. Luo Yunsheng, courtesy name Hailou, is a world-famous poet and free-spirited swordsman. When he was young, he taught the princes, but there has been no news in the past few years. Today, people know that he went to Jianyang to be a counselor to Chen Ziqi.
The surviving officials are clear in their hearts, this is to make Mr. Hailou the prime minister.
"Mr. Hailou has good eyesight, so he has long recognized the Seventh Prince."
"Oh, if you have that vision, you can also be the prime minister."
"Shh—" The colleague kneeling next to him reminded them not to make a sound. Today's emperor is not a Tiande emperor who knows no martial arts.
The three-way Zhentian drum rang, the shengxiao played in unison, and the sonorous and powerful sound of the lyre was poured out like a mountain spring and waterfall, accompanied by the chimes like ancient relics, spreading all over Kyoto. This tune is very beautiful, and everyone has never heard it before. When they look closely, the person who plays the qin is the previous generation national teacher Lan Jiangxue.
The great music of the court, with a righteous and elegant tone, this piece is called Xiao Shao.
The ancient dragon used Xiao Shao to attract the phoenix. The royal family of the Chen Dynasty, with the blood of the dragon, should play the song of Xiao Shao.
Chen Ziqi, dressed in a bright yellow emperor's uniform and wearing a crown of twelve eastern pearls, slowly stepped onto the steps of the majesty while the officials bowed. The nine-dragon pattern, the sky-reaching order, symbolizes the supreme honor of the emperor.
For thousands of years, every generation of emperors of the Chen family has walked through this dragon-marked step, but the more people walk, the more narrow the road is, the country is shaken, and the throne is unstable. Lambs to be slaughtered. But Chen Ziqi was different. He came up on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. Thousands of troops and horses were at his command, and he was in control of the martial arts.
The sun broke through the thick clouds and gilded the nine-nine-eighty-one steps in gold, just like the future destiny of the Dazhang Dynasty - shining brightly.
Stepping on the high platform, he took the imperial jade seal from the prime minister.
In the fifth year of Tiande, the real dragon emperor selected by the gods ascended the throne and changed to Yuan Qingyuan.
"I was selected by the gods of Zhanghuatai, and I should have been able to inherit the great power. However, the traitorous officials in the court were in power and helped the emperor's eldest son "Yuan" to become emperor. Chen Ziyuan killed his father, murdered the king, and murdered the people. It is a shame for the royal family. Help each other, eradicate traitors, develop feelings for each other in the midst of thousands of hardships, and get married. Today, I ascend the throne, and I have established my royal family, Feng Wang Danyi, as the queen, and from then on, we will join hands in the mountains and rivers." Chen Ziqi spoke with inner strength, accompanied by Zhen Yuanzhi. The powerful roar of dragons and tigers spread throughout the entire palace.
At the end of the red carpet, a person was wearing a bright yellow red phoenix flying high-sleeve gown, a bright red shaved silk gauze coat with gold sprinkles, and a golden phoenix with a pearl and a crown on his head, walking up the stairs step by step.
The long hem of the clothes dragged behind him, like the gorgeous tail feathers of a peacock, against the unparalleled handsome face, which made the emperor crazy. The powerful coercion made the knelt officials dare not raise their heads, only to see the golden shimmering hem slipping in front of them.
Feng Wang, who was originally the most honorable king in Dazhang, married Feng Wang as his queen, which was unheard of. However, none of the ministers in the dynasty dared to speak out against it, allowing the new emperor to establish a male queen in such a grand manner.
At the end of the steps, Emperor Qing Yuan stood up and stretched out his hand towards Dan Yi. The emperor's wrist was also tied with a feather-marked red rope tied with a dead knot.
Dan Yi smiled lightly and put his hand in Qi Qi's palm.
"啾—" With a high-pitched phoenix roar, the bright red phoenix flew from the sky, hovering over the palace, dancing gracefully.
"Xiao Shao attracts the phoenix, it's actually true!" The people of the capital came out to watch the excitement, and when they saw the god phoenix coming east, they all knelt down and bowed.
In the first year of Qingyuan, the emperor established Danyi as the queen, and the queen was the king of Feng, who slept with the emperor every day, regardless of the palace.
After Chen Ziqi ascended the throne, Luo Yunsheng was appointed the prime minister to lead the civil servants, and Chen Zimo was the military marshal to lead the three armies. Amu didn't like to be in power, and only liked to settle accounts, so he sealed a virtuous king to temporarily manage the treasury.
The treasury was in short supply, and there was a lot of waste waiting to be rebuilt. Chen Ziqi sent people to copy Jiyangzong and Yandang Mountain, and used the wealth accumulated by the two sects for thousands of years to fill the treasury and became rich all of a sudden.
In the second year of Qingyuan, another martial arts conference was held in Jianghu.
The leader of the Sword League, Huang Huaxian, is missing, and the leader of Qi Zong, Chen Gu, died unexpectedly. The troubled rivers and lakes need new leaders to revitalize. Since several major factions have more or less happened, this martial arts conference, funded by the imperial court, is located in Jianyang City.
As the head of Suxin Sect, Yuhu took a group of disciples and took a seat, and nodded to the new Sect Master of Liuhe Sect beside him.
"Master is going to compete for the position of suzerain this time?" The name of the new suzerain of Liuhe Sect was Yan Junze, who was a disciple of the previous generation and was still young.
"I'm not a monk." Yuhu rolled his eyes at him.
"I'm rude," Sect Master Yan said with a slightly embarrassed cough, "I just took over the Liuhe Sect, and I'm not familiar with many things, please forgive me. I don't know your faction, is there a girl named Yuyun?"
Yuhu didn't want to talk to him, and Yuquan next to him whispered, "Senior Sister Yuyun has passed away."
"Ah, is that so..." Yan Junze sighed, "My elder brother Yan Junyi mentioned her to me before his death."
"Sect Master Yan is Senior Brother Yan's younger brother?" Yuquan's eyes widened, surprised.
Yan Junze smiled lightly.
The three major sword gates became two, the four great sects became two, the martial arts withered, and people panicked. Everyone was seated, but they didn't know who was holding the wine at the conference.
"I guess it's Lu Xiuqi? He's the only senior left in the right path, and this place is close to Mount Lu."
"Noye, he must be the suzerain of Kongmingzong. The old monk has an extraordinary position in the martial arts."
"The current suzerain is the flower monk, who would treat him as a high monk?"
The voices of everyone's discussions filled the entire venue, and the most calm was the Profound Dao camp. The martial arts conference is to choose the leader of the right way, and it has nothing to do with them, but this time there are more people from the Xuandao than the right way, which is very strange.
"Dong dong dong!" With the thunder of the war drum, a bright red figure floated from the sky, and the long clothes were drawn in a graceful arc in the air, like an immortal, and lightly landed on the high platform in the center superior.
"Wow—" Everyone in the right way exclaimed, this is the wine-handling of this conference—Dan Yi, the Palace Master of Guiyun Palace!
It is a bit strange that the head of the Profound Dao presides over the righteous way conference. But no one dared to ask questions, and they all stood up and saluted Dan Yi.
"I have seen the palace master—"
Dan Yi stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent. Two figures, one black and one white, leaped from the side and stood behind Dan Yi.
Lan Jiangxue held a silver gleaming token in both hands, and said loudly: "The disaster of salt worms has caused ten Jianghu sects to exist. Today's meeting, choose the strongest one to be the leader of the martial arts alliance and lead the right path."
"what?"
"Master of the Wulin Alliance? Is there no distinction between the Sword Alliance and Qi Zong?"
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar, and there was a lot of discussion immediately.
"Humph." Dan Yi snorted coldly, the clear voice was not loud, but it sounded like it was poured into the wind, and it sounded in everyone's ears, very clear, like a thunderbolt. The person with low internal strength was suddenly shocked and his chest hurt.
Diao Lie's face was fierce, and he glanced at the audience, as if anyone who objected would be torn to shreds immediately.
"Martial arts in the world originate from one place and belong to one place. What is the difference between Sword Alliance and Qi Zong?" Lan Jiangxue said, showing everyone the token in his hand, one foot long and three fingers wide, which looked very similar. The wat board taken in the previous court was only made of sterling silver with colorless gemstones embedded on it.
There are only five sects left, and there is really no need to divide the Sword Alliance Qi Zong, and there is less disputes when they are combined into one. The people of the right way did not and dared not raise any objections. The martial arts conference began at this point, and various masters came to the stage to compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.
Those old monsters all retired, and the Lushan faction and Kong Mingzong who were not damaged shined brightly. The most powerful of them was Li Yuhan. Lu Xiuqi gave him the treasure of Mount Lu, Zhanlu Baojian. The three-folded sword of Mount Lu had been refined to perfection, and no one could match the sword light.
The monk of Kongmingzong was in no contest with the world, and the position of the last leader of the alliance was given to Li Yuhan without any accident.
At the end of the conference, the newly appointed leader disappeared. In Jianyang City, the former residence of King Jian, Li Yuhan held the decree of the leader inlaid with colorful gems and stuffed it into the hands of Chang E, who was eating melon seeds.
"What is this?" Chang E picked up the heavy silver wat.
"Bid... dowry..." Li Yuhan blushed before saying these two words.
"Just a broken silver bar?" Chang E raised her eyebrows.
"Hey, no, no..."
Outside the small courtyard, Chen Ziqi in casual clothes rolled up his sleeves, "No, I still want to beat him."
Dan Yi hugged the person and pressed him into his arms, smiling sullenly.
With a unified leader in the rivers and lakes, it will be much more convenient for the imperial court to issue any decree. After Chen Ziqi returned to Beijing, he confiscated the fiefs of all the sects, and they were not allowed to collect taxes, and all the tax money had to be turned over to the imperial court.
As an ordinary sect without a fief, there is not so much money to keep disciples. If these people in the rivers and lakes want to make money, they have to work for the court.
The imperial examination was reopened, and talents were recruited in the civil and military examinations. The yamen in various places regrouped and recruited people from all over the world to serve as commanders, arresters, and yamen. Every big city has an arrow camp for chasing souls. Once someone commits murder or violates discipline by force, they will be shot on the spot.
The earth-shaking change was carried out smoothly because of the strength of the emperor. Occasionally, those who refused to accept it were immediately settled by the elite soldiers composed of martial arts masters.
The Dazhang Dynasty once again ushered in a prosperous age.
On midsummer night, when no prince was chosen, the emperor would go to Zhanghua Terrace to worship the gods.
This kind of sacrifice was interrupted for a hundred years because the three generations of emperors were not chosen by the gods, and it was resumed after the Qingyuan Emperor ascended the throne.
The moonlight is like a cool stream, pouring gurgling on the smooth and identifiable bluestone platform, reflecting the looming dark lines of Zhanghuatai. The newly appointed national teacher was just selected by the Lan family's generation. He was only a seven-year-old child, dressed in a blue robe that dragged the floor, and stood reverently in the center of Zhanghuatai, chanting with his eyes closed.
"God is coming, Your Majesty, please." The national teacher bowed and retreated, giving Zhang Huatai to the young emperor.
Chen Ziqi was wearing a blue wide-sleeved gauze, with long hair hanging down on the ground, and without a crown, he steadily took the jade bowl in the hands of the national teacher, and walked slowly into the Zhanghua Hall with bare feet.
In Zhanghua Hall, twelve peacock candlesticks reflect the hall like daylight. In the center of the hall, there is a bright yellow cushion that measures ten feet square, and the emperor's white soles step on it, pressing out shallow dents.
The candle flames were extinguished instantly, and the golden light radiated from the bluestone slab of Zhang Huatai.
"God, to!" The little national teacher had a serious face, and bowed with all the civil and military officials, and the people of the capital also fell to the ground in the direction of Zhanghuatai.
In the Zhanghua Hall with the door closed, the emperor sat cross-legged on the cushion, picked up a cherry with drops of water from the jade bowl, and put it in his mouth.
"啾!" A little red bird jumped down from the beam, turned into a human figure, squatted in front of Chen Ziqi, slowly leaned in, kissed the cherry-flavored lips, and shared this sweet taste with him. offerings.
On the night of the midsummer moon, the emperor recommended Hantao to go to the temple first. The emperor sacrificed not only a bowl of cherries, but also the emperor himself.
"Does the sacrifice have to follow the actions of the gods?" Chen Ziqi pointed to the dragon and phoenix statue in the center of the hall.
"Try it." Dan Yi raised his hand and gently tore off the blue gauze, revealing the white and tender offering.
After a while, on the blue gauze, there was a small green dragon with chopsticks lying on his back, and the god reluctantly turned into a small red bird the size of a slap and squeezed with it. When Xiaolong saw the little red bird, he immediately wrapped around him, looking up at the statue while he was wrapping his head to adjust its movements.
This kind of sacrificial posture is right? Xiaolong stretched out his claws and hugged the short neck of the little red bird, "Ow?"
"啾..." Probably, right, the little red bird took a cherry in its mouth and ate it, and Xiaolong hugged his head and licked it.
"Ow!"
"Chirp!"
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Today is February 4th, and this article opened on September 4th last year, exactly 5 months. Thank you for your perseverance over the past 5 months, and for your love for Dan Yi and Qi Qi! This is the longest article I have ever written. I am very happy to write it, and I hope it can bring a good mood to everyone, huh~