Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 265 Long Live Li Shu

On the eve of the founding ceremony, everyone was extremely busy. Lou Zhenfeng handed the important matters to his confidants, and he and Lin Yue rushed back as fast as they could. Fortunately, they arrived.

Although Lou Wancen controls the Lou family army, some people still think that the final say lies in Lou Zhenfeng's hands. Some even think that if Lou Zhenfeng knew that his daughter was cooperating with the Zhitong Society, he would be extremely angry.

However, unexpectedly, everything was calm. Lou Zhenfeng even attended the subsequent meetings very naturally and was extremely polite to the Zhitonghui, which was completely different from what they had guessed.

Could it be that the Lou family army had helped to conquer the country, but in the end they would have to hand over the power to others? What they held in their hands was real military power - as for the ownership of power, those old officials who turned against Dayong were actually more anxious than the two families.

However, the literati in the Zhitong Society were very good at cultivating their spirits. After several inquiries, they just said "we'll know soon". No matter how we asked, they always evaded the question. Those who were into martial arts were even worse. They scratched their heads and bared their teeth, knowing nothing about anything.

On the contrary, they were broken up and assigned to those departments - Zhitonghui had a completely self-contained system, which made them a little overwhelmed and they had no time to ask questions later.

The designed national flag has been hung under the "Zhengda Guangming" plaque in the Xuanzheng Hall. On the day of the formal ceremony, the small flags will spread everywhere and turn into a red and gold ocean.

In the center of the red flag, a golden sun burst out, shining brightly, surrounded by auspicious clouds. The warm and dazzling gold seemed to dispel all darkness and haze, and was full of vitality and hope...

It was still late in the morning at the beginning of spring. In the distance there was only a blurred blue covered with darkness. Lights were shining faintly, and the spring rain made a rustling sound before it stopped in an instant.

The condensed and heavy gray clouds floated leisurely in the sky close to the setting sun, with golden and blue shining together, and the bright light fell even more. A group of dark clouds could not suppress the hidden light, and seemed to explode, and the golden cloud fragments suddenly fell all over the sky.

Qi Zhaoshu and others got up early to prepare without waiting for daybreak. Many of them tossed and turned in excitement, almost staring blankly at the pale sky turning pale.

Everyone gathered in Xuanzheng Hall, full of expectations. Rong Xiang and others were surprised to see Qi Zhaoshu dressed as a civil official, and even military officers such as Lou Wancen and Lou Zhenfeng were dressed as military officers. They were confused - could it be that the emperor had another candidate? ! But who else could be qualified to sit in this position? !

"Doesn't this ceremony establish the monarch?"

"Aren't you looking forward to establishing a king? You will know in a moment." Qi Zhaoshu said in a light tone.

After hearing this, the old ministers finally felt relieved, but they felt that they had kept it a secret and began to guess who the candidate would be.

To get to the city, you have to walk along a main road. There is no restriction on standing position. All faces, regardless of their identities, have smiling eyes. When Qi Zhaoshu and others in front take a step, everyone follows, with brisk but steady steps.

Rings and bracelets jingle, shoes tap, and everyone walks against the light.

Along the way, history is like a yellowed volume. With their heroic spirit of loyalty and righteousness, they expressed their feelings in their writings and wrote a magnificent chapter.

In the midst of thousands of miles of illness, a pair of hands tried to explore the chaos, a line of footprints stepped through the mud, a startling sound was heard, and the sound of a bell breaking through the air was heard, which was also a great event that created the world.

They were bathed in the warm light of dawn, which made their faces soft and bright. Their expressions were different, but all of them were vaguely hazy and full of compassion.

With the first ray of light, like the rising sun, the light and shadow passed through their obstruction and blurred into a picture on the ground. The wind blew their clothes, making the picture flow, fresh and bright.

Points of light danced on them, and the clouds broke through at dawn, as if even the heavens admired them.

The palace gates were wide open, and for the first time they were open to the common people, revealing what was inside.

The people who had been waiting outside for everyone to go up to the city wall, as well as the old ministers who were waiting there, were stunned by this scene. They were in a trance, and for some unknown reason, their heartbeats were beating wildly.

Some people unconsciously looked at the flags flying above the city. The golden wheels on them were shining brightly. They blinked and their eyes were filled with tears.

The first words Qi Zhaoshu said in front of everyone were like thunder out of the blue.

"Among us, there are no kings, only subjects."

"We are all ministers, so who is the king?!"

There was an uproar both inside and outside the city - no one expected that Zhitong would go to so much trouble to get a seat but not intend to sit down. The Lou family seemed to be under a spell and did not say a word.

Qi Zhaoshu chuckled, and his voice was unusually clear in the vast field.

“People worship the emperor for the livelihood of all people and the imperial legacy that will last for thousands of years. However, today, we should know that the world does not belong to one person, but to everyone in the world!

What do you do? For the world! We are all subjects of the world! "

Everyone was silent, not knowing why. Qi Zhaoshu looked at an old minister and said, "You can be the king."

The man shook his head repeatedly in fear. Qi Zhaoshu looked at the guard who was born in a poor family and had a dull face: "You are also a king."

"You and I can both be kings!"

After Qi Zhaoshu went around, those who were puzzled all stepped back, shocked and speechless.

"It is the will of heaven, no one can disobey it - our Qi Yuan is not just anyone's Qi Yuan, but everyone's Qi Yuan!"

I was chilled in the midst of the frenzy of singing, and saw the abyss in the sky. I saw nothingness in the eyes of all things, and was saved in the midst of hopelessness.

Ten thousand families were covered in black, and no one dared to sing a song of sorrow that would shake the earth. My heart was filled with thoughts that extended to the whole universe, and I could hear thunder in the silence.

This uprising army was different from all the uprising armies in previous dynasties. They followed and gathered together not for the sake of being granted titles or prime ministers, not for the merit of following the emperor, not for a shout of "Long live the emperor" after the change of dynasty, but for - Long live the people.

The mountains and rivers from ancient times to the present are the veins, and the people are the bones and muscles.

In the midst of shock and speechlessness, with everyone's dull eyes, before anyone could recover from the exciting words, Qi Zhaoshu waved his hand and the dragon throne was lifted up.

Without waiting for anyone to react, in just a few breaths, Qi Zhaoshu drew his sword and chopped. With a crackling sound, the dragon throne that symbolized imperial power and authority shattered into pieces.

Qi Zhaoshu raised his sword and shouted: "The people are the gods, long live the people!"

All the members of the Zhitonghui echoed and waved their arms: "Long live Li Shu!"

The whole set was like a thunderclap, hitting every nerve of the people present. Amid the passionate shouts on the city wall, the whole square seemed to be injected with an unprecedented power.

In the crowd, some people had tears in their eyes, some clenched their fists, and the shouts of "Long live the people" were like a surging wave. Gradually, more and more voices echoed, and from being chaotic, it became orderly, like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the barrier of the old order and cutting a crack.

Everyone's chest was filled with energy, their faces flushed as they shouted, and something was quietly sprouting in their hearts.

Looking at the emotional people and the frightened looks of the old ministers, Qi Zhaoshu turned around and smiled at everyone behind him, and they all understood in their hearts.

“This road is bumpy, but I am not alone!”

He holds the torch against the wind, and even if thousands of people are against him, he still does not shy away.

The moon in the sky hangs high so it can illuminate a wider area of ​​mountains and rivers.

Thousands of mountains are dark before leaving the seabed, but all nations are bright when reaching the sky.

The real revolution has just begun, and there are still many stubborn forces. Establishing a new country is only the first step taken by the Like-minded Association.

Time cannot change, but they have set a precedent, and future generations will be able to see some of their influence in their lives.

The spirit is immortal and the soul is immortal.

Groping and getting lost, burning and clarifying the determination, because of the great justice in the world, the great love and indestructibility, the courage to forge ahead and the perseverance, because of the sparks that never fall in the history, they gather into an entire magnificent world.

The emergence of Zhitonghui is like the drizzle in early spring, which moistens the world as soon as it comes.

The early sun breaks through the clouds, filling the earth with gold; the spring breeze blows, bringing new life.

"Spring is coming..."

"Well, spring is here."

Everyone raised their glasses, shared the spring, and celebrated the new dynasty with wine.

From then on, the sad writing of the troubled times came to an end, because the final sound had already sounded in the depths of history.

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熇熇[ hè hè ] means a blazing and vigorous appearance. A blazing and vigorous appearance. A flourishing and prosperous appearance.

Zheng cong, pronounced zhēng cong, is a Chinese word with the basic meaning of onomatopoeia. It is often used to describe the sound of impact, the sound of musical instruments, etc.

Chinese name: zheng zheng

They are all ministers, then who will be the king? They are all ministers, then who will be the king?

When people worship the emperor, they are worshipping the livelihood of all people and the imperial legacy for thousands of years. However, at this time, we should know that the world does not belong to one person, but to everyone in the world. When people worship the emperor, they are worshipping the livelihood of all people and the imperial legacy for thousands of years. However, at this time, we should know that the world does not belong to one person, but to everyone in the world.

Before the moon rises from the bottom of the sea, thousands of mountains are dark; when it reaches the middle of the sky, all the nations are bright - when the moon has not risen from the bottom of the sea, the mountains on the ground are all dark, but as soon as the moon rises, the situation is completely different. When it is in the middle of the sky, the whole world will be illuminated by it.

(The main text of the mortal line is roughly like this. There are actually many other matters involved in founding a country, such as dividing the credit and so on. I won’t write about it in such detail. I have already written several chapters.

The subsequent chapters of the mortal world will be published)