Ling Shi'an's eyes lingered over the ministers, and finally fell on Zhen Yongtang, who was not kneeling face to face like other ministers. Instead, he was kneeling straight, with a thin and old face facing this side, too far away. With the rain curtain in between, Ling Shi'an couldn't see Zhen Yongtang's expression clearly. But he could obviously feel the provocation and ridicule from Zhen Yongtang. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly thought that the 7th of July is an auspicious day selected by Zhen Yongtang!
Ling Shian was furious. Then I thought about killing Zhen Yongtang, but he must have died at the enthronement ceremony, and a father-in-law Xi had already died. If it bleeds again. Fearing that the enthronement ceremony would be difficult to continue, Ling Shi'an could only grit his teeth and hold back, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. While inserting the sword back into the scabbard. Turn around. Walking quickly to Zhong Mingzheng, he said in a deep voice, "Long live God! All civil and military officials have gathered. The enthronement ceremony can begin immediately!"
Zhong Mingzheng's face was already darkened, as if he didn't hear Ling Shian's voice. He just stared straight at the pouring rain outside, his chest heaved violently, obviously enduring something.
"Right Prime Minister..." Seeing that Zhong Mingzheng didn't respond. Ling Shi'an was so busy that he turned to Zhao Changrong, who was kneeling on the ground and dared not move, and gave him a wink, motioning for him to make a rescue.
Zhao Changrong was awed by the sudden rainstorm and the blood-stained scene just now, and he has already reacted at this time. He looked at the imperial decree that fell on the ground and was still stained with blood, and he didn't care whether it was reasonable or not. Kneeling and crawling over, he stretched out his hand to pick up the imperial decree, held it in both hands, and then said loudly to the civil and military officials below: "On the seventh day of July in the thirty-fourth year of Jiasheng, the emperor's minister dared to use Xuan Mu to declare The God of Heaven, the God of Houtu..."
"Long live!" Ling Shi'an watched Zhong Mingzheng walk out without saying a word, holding the sharp sword that had just been drawn from his waist in his hand. , you must not..."
Ling Shi'an didn't say any more, he knew that he couldn't persuade Zhong Mingzheng, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and bow down to follow Zhong Mingzheng into the downpour again.
"... If you don't follow each other, use it after another, you have no relatives in the Tao, you should help it..." Zhao Changrong was still chanting according to the holy decree, just chanting, when he saw a figure walking by, he was startled, Looking up, I saw Zhong Mingzheng walking down step by step with a sharp sword in his hand. Zhao Changrong couldn't help looking at the sharp sword dripping on the ground, and at the one that was washed by the rain and looked like Zhong Mingzheng was cutting it with an ax and a chisel. His face suddenly felt a "click" in his heart, and with a shake of his hands, the imperial decree fell to the ground again with a "click".
Zhong Mingzheng seemed to have heard the movement behind him. He stopped, turned around slowly, and looked at the imperial decree that was soaked in rain so that his handwriting could hardly be discerned. With a face, he looked at Zhao Changrong and said calmly, "Continue reading."
"Yes! I obey!" Zhao Changrong hurriedly kowtowed, his whole face was soaked in the cold rain, Zhao Changrong felt suffocated for a while, thinking of the eyes that Zhong Mingzheng had just looked at, he just felt like his heart would break And it seems that he has been in the officialdom for most of his life. He has never seen any scenes, and he has never experienced any wind and rain. He has never had such a frightening experience. It is obviously his own nephew. Ah, obviously he is his uncle.