“Hoo, hoo, hoo…”
The First Emperor tried hard to suppress the urge to support himself with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, the sound of which was much louder than normal breathing.
The voice was deep and vast, as if it was the breathing of a god.
Every year during the Wax Festival, the First Emperor would be so tired after reading the magnificent and exquisite sacrificial text on this high platform.
The First Emperor once thought that this was related to the sacrificial text or the power of witchcraft, and tried to read the sacrificial text in the palace.
Use a similar volume of voice and a similar reading posture, and you won't be so tired.
As long as you go up to the platform and finish reading here, you will definitely be exhausted.
The fact that reading the sacrificial text is tiring, and the fact that the voice will be louder on the high platform.
These two things made the First Emperor believe that this high platform built of white jade was blessed by gods and could indeed communicate with gods.
When humans talk to gods, it is natural to feel tired.
The First Emperor dresses differently today than he did in the past.
On his head was not the Tongtianguan with shining pearls, nor was he wearing the domineering black crown with the black bird, the totem of the Qin Dynasty.
On his shoulders he wore a garment made from the skins of hundreds of wild animals, similar to the waistcoat of later times.
He was wearing plain clothes and a hemp belt around his waist with a hazelwood stick tucked into the belt.
The Book of Rites states: "Leather hats and plain clothes are worn for sacrifice. Plain clothes are for sending off the dead. Hemp belts and hazel sticks are for mourning and killing. The wax offering is the utmost kindness and the ultimate righteousness."
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After catching his breath for a while, the First Emperor, holding the unfolded and half-read bamboo slips in his hand, walked from the center of the platform towards the stone steps he had come up from.
Seeing his younger brother sitting there in a daze, he was not surprised why he did not kneel down, because everyone stood up.
After shouting out "Heaven and Earth, bless our Great Qin" and these eight words that were both a prayer and a request, everyone stood up.
The First Emperor never thought that Ying Chengjiao never knelt from beginning to end.
During the wax festival in previous years, Ying Chengjiao, who was standing at the foot of the high platform, would kneel on the ground and listen.
If you sit on the stone steps of a high platform without kneeling, others won't notice you.
If I hadn't kneeled under the platform, I would have been discovered long ago.
Step on
The First Emperor walked down the platform and stepped onto the stone steps. He said to Ying Chengjiao, who was walking down three steps, "It's your turn."
Being no longer on the platform, the voice of this sentence was not as loud and returned to its normal volume.
He walked slowly for three steps and handed the bamboo slips in his hand to Ying Chengjiao.
Ying Chengjiao looked up at the First Emperor and took it with both hands.
Hands are a sign of respect for heaven, earth, gods and ghosts.
There are two sections of sacrificial texts on the bamboo slips. The First Emperor read the right half and left the left half unread.
Under the high platform, Fengchang, one of the nine ministers of the Qin Dynasty and in charge of sacrifices and etiquette, had a normal expression.
But if the interrogating officials from the Supreme Court who were good at criminal investigation were present, they would have been able to see a hint of fear on Fengchang's face.
When kneeling, Feng Chang touched the ground with his forehead.
His face was confused, terrified, and puzzled. No one could see it except Heaven, Earth, gods, and ghosts.
Yesterday, when Fengchang was asked by the First Emperor to write two sacrificial texts, he was very puzzled.
"The Crown Prince is not in Xianyang. What is the second memorial? "
Ask clearly.
The sacrificial texts for different people are very different, although ordinary people would not understand them when they hear them.
"I will choose one of the two."
"only."
Feng Chang wrote these two sacrificial texts to heaven according to the emperor's specifications.
"promise."
Ying Chengjiao smiled and nodded slightly.
This guy is quite well behaved.
The First Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Ying Chengjiao would say: "You do it if you want to, but I won't."
Nodding slightly, the First Emperor, who felt that he had talked to heaven, earth, gods and ghosts, walked down the stone steps quickly with satisfaction.
He wanted to walk to the stone steps and see his brother on the platform before Ying Chengjiao started chanting.
Since his father passed away, he has never seen anyone else standing on this platform except himself.
"Father, why don't you start the show?"
Standing up among the people, the child asked his omnipotent father in a somewhat anxious manner.
In the past, children who were forced to mature early have been looking forward to the Wax Festival for a long time.
Because on this day he could see actors performing various actions and singing different songs.
Some of the actors were wearing animal skins and running around randomly, while others were holding sticks to drive away those wearing animal skins.
It was lively and fun.
"Young Master, read it again, and then there will be a performance."
The father pricked up his ears and eavesdropped on the scientific popularization by the "knowledgeable person" around him, so he leaned over to the child's ear and whispered a reply.
I felt elated again when I heard the children nodding their heads and their admiring eyes that never changed.
The public has learned from a large number of "knowledgeable people" that the other person on stage is the eldest son.
They all looked up.
They were waiting for the eldest son, who was well-known for his virtue in the Qin Dynasty, to reveal his true appearance and report to the heaven, the earth, the gods, and the ghosts on their behalf.
It represents heaven, earth, gods and ghosts, and brings them blessings of having enough food to eat, warm clothes to wear, a good harvest and peace and safety.
They are extremely pious.
As human beings, they cannot independently eat enough, wear warm clothes, enjoy a good harvest, and live in peace.
Only pray to God.
Only ask for land.
Only pray to God.
Only ghosts can be asked.
The ministers looked up at the center of the high platform; they did not have the same simple demands as the common people.
The light in their eyes is much more complicated.
Chang'an Jun took the stage after Your Majesty, which meant that the eldest prince had lost power, or at least Your Majesty did not like it.
I have been visiting Chang'an Jun these days. If Chang'an Jun comes to power, he will definitely not forget me.
On the day the Queen Mother returned to the city, she argued with the Lord of Chang'an at the city gate, but Your Majesty ignored her. I should have known what Your Majesty was thinking that day!
Nothing has been decided yet. The crown prince must succeed to the throne so that the fiefdom can be inherited by three generations.
It is too late to communicate with Chang'an Jun now, but you can get in touch with the Meng family.
At that time, Meng Wu's behavior in the Xuanniao Palace was considered stupid, but now it seems that I was the one who was stupid.
…
They have different thoughts.
They each have their own agenda.
Because they can decide many things, much more than ordinary people.
Full, safe, alive.
They have already obtained it long ago, and even far exceeded it, so they no longer need to ask for help from heaven, earth, gods, or ghosts.
Few people will remember.
Remember that our ancestor was also an ordinary citizen, who also hoped to have enough food, peace and to live.
Heaven, earth, gods and ghosts are worthy of awe for these people.
But it was just awe.
Just like the First Emperor was in awe.
But what is more important is people's awe of mystery.
In the pious and urgent eyes of the masses, in the colorful eyes of civil and military officials.
Ying Chengjiao appeared in the center of the platform.
Just like the First Emperor standing here just now, holding bamboo slips in both hands and wearing animal skins on his shoulders.
He was wearing a plain dress, a hemp belt around his waist, and a hazel stick on his belt.
A platform three meters high is equivalent to ten meters.
At this height, except for a few people with excellent eyesight.
Most people can no longer clearly see the face, demeanor, and expressions of the people on stage.
This gives the person on stage a layer of divine status, which can be called godhood for short.
Man is not meant to see the face of God.
Standing in the most sacred place of Daqin, Ying Chengjiao felt nothing .
He tilted his head slightly and looked sideways at the sky, his hair fluttering in the wind.
The white clothes trembled slightly, but because the wind was not strong enough, no rustling sound could be made.
Ying Chengjiao looked straight at the sky, which was like a blue canvas without any white clouds or dark clouds.
God, I can see it.
But is this sky the same sky?
Is it heaven's will that I can come to this world after my death?
If it's true, please, can you give me some hint?
I swear, I am very pious, more pious than ever before.
Ying Chengjiao waited devoutly. At this moment, his piety surpassed that of everyone below the stage.
As a time traveler, he doesn't know what kind of power can allow him to travel through time, whether in his past life or this life.
If there really is a God in the world, then he is undoubtedly the person closest to God in the two worlds.
What kind of miracle is it that the voice from the high platform is so loud?
He was reborn with the memories of his past life, this is a miracle.
Time passes by little by little.
The First Emperor had already stepped down from the platform and was looking at Ying Chengjiao, who was holding the bamboo slips in both hands and looking up for a long time.
What is this guy doing?
Did he receive an oracle?
Does God think that he is more suitable to be the emperor than me?
Among the crowd, anxious children began to ask their father.
"Why isn't the eldest son reading yet? I want to see the performance."
The omnipotent father could not give a definite answer this time. He kept repeating "soon, soon" to comfort the child.
The ministers were the most patient and they had no sense of impatience at all.
This is because the "king" is the most powerful person in the world, and they have to be humble and respectful to Ying Chengjiao, who is expected to become the "king".
Also, because of the performances by the lingyou after the sacrifice to heaven, they can always find the lingyou to watch up close in their own home.
After the performance, ordinary people can enjoy the sacrificial offerings, which they cannot normally eat, at their own homes at any time.
They can now drink the wine that ordinary people were not allowed to drink in the past at any time in their own homes.
"You're not here?"
Ying Chengjiao murmured softly, his voice so quiet that even the platform blessed with divine power could not transmit his voice to the people below the platform. It could only be swept into the sky with the sound of the wind and let the gods know.
"Or have you never had one?"
There was no flash of thunder.
There were no strong winds.
Ying Chengjiao's disrespectful words dissipated with the wind, and no strange phenomenon was heard.
Heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts all seemed to be slacking off, playing it safe, or wanting to see what that tiny person was going to say next, and temporarily let Ying Chengjiao go.
"This is the most sacred place in the world. If I can't communicate with you here, then I will pretend that you don't exist."
Ying Chengjiao spoke in a negotiating tone, but still no one responded, and there was no divine language.
"There is something I have been preparing for for more than 20 years. I am not sure whether I can do it, but I think it is okay to talk about it."
After hearing this, Ying Chengjiao stopped whispering and no longer tried to control the volume.
He mobilized his internal energy and mixed it with his own strength.
The sound, with the blessing of the so-called divine power, suddenly resounded throughout the area of ​​ten miles, allowing everyone to hear it clearly, as if it was spoken in their ears.
The sound was like a huge bell being struck, like the sound of the axe when Pangu created the world.
Ying Chengjiao made his first sound in this world, in public, in front of countless people.
All the Emperor, his ministers, and the people who were prepared to hear the news were shocked as if they were unprepared.
The First Emperor's face changed and he wanted to climb back onto the platform to pull Ying Chengjiao down.
How dare this guy mess up even the wax festival?
There was a mixture of surprise, anger, and joy in Queen Dowager Zhao's eyes.
This brat is really going to rebel! The three-meter high platform, the officials are all there, shoot with bows and arrows, he can't fly away even if he has wings!
There was a deep sense of worry in Queen Mother Han's eyes.
More than 20 years ago... before Jiao'er was six years old... it was the time when the former King Zhaoxiang went on a killing spree for unknown reasons...
After all these years, you still haven't forgotten... Mother would rather you rebel...
There was no expression on Gai Nie's expressionless face.
Sir, have you finally figured out what it means to be king?
The scientist looked at Ying Chengjiao, then raised his head to the sky, and there was no dust on his forehead.
"Tian Zhi" and "Ming Gui", did Mozi really believe them back then?
Queen Afang turned her head to look at the First Emperor, and was shocked to see that he did not look very well.
Your Majesty, don’t you know about what your uncle is talking about?
The eyes of Ping'er, his personal maid, were full of admiration, mixed with a hint of distress.
This should be what the young master said when he saved me, right?
What did you say?
Ping, why were you so useless back then? You only thought about keeping warm!
The Nine Ministers and the Imperial Court remained indifferent.
It's just that you're going to be the emperor soon. I knew about it yesterday. Well, that thing...
Right Prime Minister Wang Wan frowned, his heart pounding, and he felt like the world was in chaos.
Considering Chang'an Jun's insidiousness and cunningness, how could he prepare for more than 20 years? He would not even be able to use it to conquer the world.
Left Prime Minister Li Si's eyes were wandering between Ying Chengjiao on the stage and the First Emperor below the stage.
His Majesty, Chang'an Jun still does not have full trust in me, and he did not let me participate in this major event, so I still have to work hard.
Wang Xi glanced at his old comrade Meng Ao and heard the news from the northwest sent by Ying Chengjiao that his condition had improved greatly and he was able to go out.
General, are you going to raise an army? Why didn't you tell me? Did you? Judging from the murderous look in his eyes, he must have told me.
The still weak Meng Ao, supported by his grandson Meng Yi, looked at Wang Qi sternly.
You, the big bird man, are also very suspicious? It seems that you and I think the same thing. If Chang'an Jun dares to rebel, he will be killed!
King, minister.
There are so many thoughts and ideas.
The people's thoughts are very unified.
The eldest son recited the sacrificial text. Kneel down. This sacrificial text is different from the king's, and you can understand it.
Under the high platform, the First Emperor, who was in the center, and all the civil and military officials did not move.
The people surrounding them, who numbered a hundred times more than theirs, began to kneel down one after another.
Even if there were a few knowledgeable people who knew that Ying Chengjiao was not reciting a sacrificial text.
They will also kneel down if everyone around them is kneeling down.
"Don't kneel!"
Ying Chengjiao stood on the high platform, using all his strength and internal energy to roar out these three words.
The First Emperor, his ministers, and the people, who had already been prepared for the loud volume, were shocked again.
Their ears were buzzing as if they were going deaf.
They had never heard such a loud noise before, and their first reaction was that it was the power of heaven, this was a decree from heaven!
The people's kneeling movements suddenly stopped, as if the entire scene had been paused.
"Heaven wants you to kneel down, I want you to stand up."
The volume returns to that of the first sentence, deafening but not deafening.
"My name is Ying Chengjiao, and I want to talk to this world."
"History of Qin": In the first year of the Emperor's reign, during the wax sacrifice, the Lord of Chang'an stood on a high platform and spoke to the world.