beep--
The trumpet sounded.
The court officials, according to their rank, followed the empress to the imperial mausoleum to begin the sacrifice.
Originally, according to Lin Che's position, he should have been ranked last, but Duke Weiguo Wen Hong seemed to favor him and grabbed his wrist with one hand.
"Boy, follow me and go to the front!"
Lin Che felt like she was locked in a giant steel clamp, unable to break free, so she could only follow.
Although the other ministers saw it, they did not dare to say anything.
The door of the imperial palace in front opened with a loud bang, and an aura of majesty almost hit me in the face.
Lin Che was standing in a place where she could see clearly.
In the palace, there are rows of memorial tablets with the names of successive emperors written on them, as well as the names of several famous generals with outstanding military achievements.
"Um?"
Lin Che's pupils suddenly shrank. He saw an ancient sword surrounded by a purple aura stuck in the ground in the very center of the hall.
This ancient sword was deeply embedded in the ground.
And tied with chains.
It's like an iron chain locking a dragon, preventing it from flying away.
In contrast, the spirit tablets of the previous emperors seemed to be gazing at this giant sword.
Empress Jiang Li walked into the hall step by step. The imperial robe on her body moved without wind, as if she was walking in a gust of wind.
"This is the Sword of Common Life!"
Suddenly, Lin Che heard the voice of General Wen Hong.
He subconsciously turned his head to look, but found that Wen Hong was looking straight ahead without making any sound.
"No need to look over here, you ignorant brat! I'm using the power of sound transmission to talk to you."
"When I first saw this sword, I had the same expression as you."
"Once the emperor draws his sword, another ten years of disaster will befall the people!"
"This sword can be called the common people, or it can be called the common people's calamity. It all depends on the person holding the sword!"
"Your Majesty has led his ministers here to pay homage for the benefit of the people of the world. You have donated a million silver coins, which must be a sign of your concern for the people. I quite like the youthful spirit."
Lin Che just listened quietly without replying. He didn't know any skills to transmit sound into the ears.
Boom boom boom.
There was another round of drum beating around the imperial mausoleum.
There was a group of people walking in front. The great scholar was reciting a long poem with his students.
It has to be said that the righteous spirit of these students is truly unique. It is like white light, filled with a powerful force that even drives away the clouds and mist around the mountains.
Jiang Li held the long incense sticks respectfully in both hands and walked forward step by step. His sharp voice came from afar and reached the ears of every minister:
"Jiang Li, the younger generation, inherits the throne. Today, I come to pay homage to the deceased emperors! May the emperors of all generations protect the people of Dagan, and may the weather be favorable and the country be peaceful and prosperous!"
Boom!!
At this moment, a loud thunder suddenly exploded above the imperial tomb.
It was like the angry thunder god, deafening.
There are many bells hanging around the imperial mausoleum, and at this moment they are also ringing "dong dong dong", as if countless invisible hands are ringing these bells frantically.
It also seemed like something was about to rush out from under the imperial mausoleum and roar at the empress.
All the court officials were shocked, and many of them even changed their expressions.
Since the imperial mausoleum has such a scene, there can only be one reason, that is, His Majesty the current emperor has lost his virtue, or even means that he is not worthy of the position and the throne was stolen.
"Your Majesty, this is the blame from the late emperor. You need to recite the oath to express your feelings and calm the late emperor's anger!" At this time, Lord Yang next to him spoke in a low voice.
His words carry great weight.
After all, the disciples of the Yin-Yang School cultivate destiny and can glimpse the secrets of heaven. One yin and one yang, the two masters become one, and they can often reveal the secrets of heaven.
Jiang Li frowned slightly when he heard this. Emperors of all dynasties used the same rhetoric when they paid homage to the imperial tomb.
Why did it happen to her?
Her eyes turned cold, and she looked at Lord Yang and asked:
"I am the ruler of the world, having been handed down the throne by the late emperor. This is entirely legitimate. I am dedicated to cultivating virtuous governance, and I dare not neglect it day or night. Why would the late emperor be so angry?"
Lord Yang lowered his eyes and said respectfully, "Your Majesty is different from the previous emperor only in that you are a woman. Perhaps, according to the previous emperor's ancestral teachings, there has never been a precedent for a female emperor to worship the imperial tomb. Therefore, the previous emperors would be furious..."
“Bold!”
Sitting in a wheelchair, Qianling Gong, who had been silent the whole time, shouted angrily:
"Your Majesty is the Mandate of Heaven, supported by the people, and your subjects are united. How could you slander him? You are a sinner!"
Lord Yang was not afraid, he just lowered his head slightly and spoke slowly:
"Fa Zhenghao is a big hat. I am only pointing out the differences between Your Majesty and the late emperor. How can it be slander? Your Majesty has received the order from Heaven. If you don't believe it, you can just ignore it. Perhaps it is just a gust of wind."
Jiang Li's expression remained calm, and he turned his gaze to look at the ministers.
"I know that some of you hold many grievances against me. Today, before the late emperor's mausoleum, I will follow the example of the sages who have gone before me and have all the civil and military officials write down my faults. If I have made any mistakes, I will swear to repent before the late emperor's spirit tablet."
The ministers were all in an uproar and began to talk in low voices.
The ministers of the six ministries even knelt down and shouted that Your Majesty was wise and that they would never dare to have any dissatisfaction.
But Jiang Li didn't care about that and waved his hand:
"Come, distribute the paper and let the ministers write on the spot."
The palace maids and eunuchs nearby had already made preparations and immediately distributed pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
But after these ministers got the paper and pen, they all looked at each other, and no one dared to write a word.
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