Xing'er was combing her hair, and even her mother was looking at her with red eyes, which made her feel a little amused and helpless.
When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the bronze bells in the Bell and Drum Tower rang out loudly. Thirty-six imperial guards in golden armor carried a red and green sedan chair made of pure gold and slowly passed through the Vermillion Bird Gate. A golden figure could be vaguely seen among the golden threads hanging from the sedan chair.
"Welcome Your Majesty..." The thunderous roar of worship made the eaves buzz. Under the golden robe with dragon pattern, Tong Wen Yao stood up with the help of the gilded dragon, and behind the sedan chair followed a tiger and a dragon. In fact, they had never seen a dragon, but when they saw the horns on Guaiguai's head, the civil officials began to call Your Majesty the true dragon emperor, saying that a divine dragon had come to the earth and it was the destiny of heaven.
Tong Wen Yao stepped on the white marble soaked with morning dew. With every step she climbed, the thunder in the sky became louder, and even a strong wind blew, blowing the cloak behind her into the air.
The clouds above our heads are more like the sharp teeth of a giant beast.
When there were still one or two steps left, Tong Wenyao stopped. The sky was already covered with dark clouds.
Many ministers were already whispering in the audience, "Your Majesty's bloodline is impure. This is a warning from Heaven. You should abdicate the throne to the Third Prince." Tong Wenyao turned her head and looked at the ministers standing up. She remembered that this minister was called Grand Tutor Ji. She suddenly chuckled, but the ending tone was a little cold. "You said Heaven will not tolerate it?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck directly in front of her. She obediently stood by her side and blocked it with her tail, but a lot of it still hit the steps, and a black hole appeared where the lightning struck. Master Ji seized this opportunity and said, "Your Majesty, this is a punishment from heaven. Please abdicate." She stepped on the steps that had just been struck by lightning, and the eyes under the crown were colder than thunder. "When I was overcoming difficulties, did heaven help me in the slightest? I saved the people from suffering and led them to dig pits and hew mountains to find water. Did heaven ever send down rain? When I stained the mountains and rivers with blood, did heaven pity me in the slightest?"
When she said this, her second uncle and eldest brother wanted to speak up for her, but were stopped by Tong Bo. Tong Wen Yao looked at the ministers under her command. Among them were people she was familiar with and people left over from the previous dynasty. Master Ji was a supporter of the previous dynasty.
She drew the sword from her waist with her backhand, pointed the tip of the sword at the sky, and said with a sonorous voice: "If you don't allow me to rule the mountains and rivers, I will destroy the principles of heaven! If you don't allow me to ascend the throne, I will overturn the nine heavens!"
As she roared, the rubble floated into the air and turned into thousands of sharp blades. "My fate is in my own hands. From today on, the rules of this world..." She stepped heavily on the place where the lightning had just struck, her tone full of determination.
"Let me rewrite it!"
She turned around and stepped onto the last three steps again. With a wave of her hand, she turned around and said, "From now on, the country's name will be changed to Tang." Her voice echoed in the square. As soon as she finished speaking, the sky above her head, which was originally covered with dark clouds, suddenly disappeared completely, and the sunlight from the horizon penetrated the clouds, directly casting the first ray of sunlight on her. After a while, the entire palace was dyed amber, and the sky was even more colorful.
At the foot of the stairs, the civil officials could no longer say how Heaven would not allow this to happen when they saw this scene. Tears welled up in the eyes of the brothers who had fought side by side with her. Tong Wen Yao looked down at the vast mountains and rivers, her crown swaying, the delicate flowers between her eyebrows and the rising sun in the sky complemented each other, making her look like a god descended to the earth.
"Heaven protects you, and your wholeness is strong. If you are simple and generous, what blessings will not come to you? If you are enriched, all will be prosperous.
May Heaven protect you and grant you a good harvest. May you be blessed with everything you desire and receive a hundred blessings from Heaven. May Heaven bestow upon you a thousand blessings, each day without end.
This is a poem of blessing and revelation to the king, implying that after the new king ascends the throne, his position will be stable and long-lasting, everything will go smoothly, and all industries in the country will prosper, just like the mountains, rivers, sun, moon, pines and cypresses.
If it weren't for the insistence of the civil servants under her, she would never have been willing to read it. She had just finished cursing the Heavenly Dao, and now she was blaming him again, asking him for protection. What kind of nonsense was that! However, after she finished reading, she still wanted to say what she was thinking.
"When a rooster crows once, the rooster sticks its tail out once. When a rooster crows twice, the rooster sticks its tail out twice. When it crows three times, it calls out the rising sun and sweeps away the remaining stars and the morning moon."
The first two sentences are straightforward and simple, while the last two sentences are a true reflection of her inner thoughts. She hopes that the new dynasty will be like the sunrise in the east, sweeping away the remnants of the old dynasty and ushering in a new glory...
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