I started as an exile, and I relied on space to support my family of loyal heroes.

The sun has just risen in the early morning.

Emperor Wu of Liang wore a dragon robe for ancestor worship, a crown with twelve tassels on his head, and held a jade scepter (a sacrificial vessel) in his hand. Facing the first ray of sunlight, he looked solemnly at the altar, then slowly stepped onto the steps leading to the altar.

玉圭

(Jade gui ancestral worship ritual vessel)

Civil and military officials knelt in front of the altar in unison, with solemn expressions and eyes full of awe as they watched Emperor Wu of Liang walk towards the altar.

Sudden....

With a "hiss" sound.

Emperor Wu of Liang slipped and staggered.

His heart trembled, his breath choked, and he clenched the jade sceptre in his hand.

After slowly letting out a breath and calming his mind, Emperor Wu of Liang raised his foot and continued to walk up with a calm expression.

Yu Huaqian, who was kneeling on the right side of the steps, suddenly had his pupils trembled. His hands raised unconsciously, his body straightened up, and his feet nervously lifted half a step. He couldn't help but want to go up and help Emperor Wu of Liang.

When he saw Emperor Wu of Liang standing firmly, he let out a light breath and knelt gently back to his original position.

Seeing the staggering Emperor Wu of Liang, Ma Ximing of the Imperial Observatory felt his heart instantly rise to his throat.

He had carefully inspected the altar, so how could his feet slip?

It’s over. When the sacrifice is over, he will inevitably be scolded by Emperor Wu of Liang.

Fortunately, he didn't fall, otherwise he would have had a hard time keeping his official hat.

Accident, this should be an accident...

All the civil and military officials who saw this scene gasped in unison.

Any small accident that occurs during a sacrifice is considered unlucky.

I'm afraid the people in the Imperial Observatory will suffer...

Fortunately, Emperor Wu of Liang did not slip, otherwise...

Before the civil and military officials could breathe a sigh of relief, Emperor Wu of Liang, who was halfway through his walk, slipped again with a "swoosh".

This time, Emperor Wu of Liang staggered even more than the last time, with his waist half bent. If it weren't for his steady footing and some kung fu skills, he would have fallen off the stairs.

Emperor Wu of Liang steadied himself in panic and raised his right hand to adjust the twelve crown tassels on his head which were a little crooked.

After taking a deep breath, Emperor Wu of Liang glanced at the steps under his feet with a serious face.

How do these useless people from the Imperial Observatory do their work? Why are the steps so slippery?

He slipped twice in a row. Could it be that the ancestors were dissatisfied with this ancestor worship?

Emperor Wu of Liang frowned slightly and glanced sharply at Ma Ximing who was kneeling on the left side of the steps.

After two accidents happened in succession, Ma Ximing was so frightened that he was shaking all over, his heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and he lowered his head and dared not look up at Emperor Wu of Liang.

His hands, hidden in his sleeves, kept calculating.

Once is an accident, twice might be the ancestor trying to say something.

This is not right. He needs to figure it out...

Yu Huaqian’s eyes almost popped out of his head in fear.

Oh my God, Emperor Wu of Liang is already halfway there. If he falls down, they will all be in trouble.

A group of people watched Emperor Wu of Liang make a fool of himself. Given his recently twisted temperament, it would be strange if he didn't vent his anger on them.

There's a carpet on the steps, how come they're slippery?

The civil and military officials were so nervous that they almost cried out in surprise and couldn't help but mutter to themselves.

There were a series of unexpected events on the previous altar. Could it be that the ancestors were not satisfied?

After Emperor Wu of Liang calmed down, he took a deep breath and looked up at the altar.

He could already clearly see the tablets and offerings placed on the altar.

Emperor Wu of Liang lowered his eyelids, looked at the only three remaining steps, held his breath, raised his head and stepped onto one step.

Call ~

No problem, there are only two steps left.

All the civil and military officials stared at Emperor Wu of Liang closely, and when they saw him successfully step onto the first step, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Ma Ximing from the Imperial Observatory looked unhappy.

He counted on his sleeves with trembling hands, and his palms were full of sweat.

When he saw Emperor Wu of Liang step onto the last step, his face turned pale and he closed his eyes.

"Bang~"

Emperor Wu of Liang, who had some kung fu skills, slipped when he stepped on the last step, and fell forward, falling under the table of the altar like a turtle.

This sudden accident shocked all the civil and military officials so much that their minds went blank and they didn't know how to react for a moment.

Yu Huaqian seemed to be frozen in place, staring at the altar, not daring to stand up and take a look at what had happened to Emperor Wu of Liang.

Judging from the sound, it was probably a heavy fall.

Anyone who dares to go up at this time will probably be the first to be beheaded.

Fortunately, there was no one on the altar, otherwise everyone would have died.

Emperor Wu of Liang lay under the sacrificial table in a daze, his face flushed red, and veins bulged on his right hand holding the jade sceptre.

Just when he stepped onto the last step and breathed a sigh of relief, he fell out uncontrollably.

It seemed as if an invisible hand grabbed his ankles and made him trip.

Otherwise, with his martial arts skills, he wouldn't have fallen so badly even if he slipped.

Thinking of this, Emperor Wu of Liang lowered his eyes in horror, and his fingertips could not help but tremble slightly.

What exactly are our ancestors dissatisfied with? Can you give us a clear indication?

If he continues like this, even he will be unable to bear it even if he is the emperor.

Emperor Wu of Liang took a deep breath, stood up with shaking legs, picked up the crown that had fallen beside the sacrificial table, and put it back on his head with trembling hands.

He tried his best to remain calm as he glanced at the civil and military officials who were bowing their heads, trying to hide the panic in his heart.

After pausing for a moment, Emperor Wu of Liang turned around and looked at the three incense sticks placed on the sacrificial table. His hand holding the jade sceptre could not stop shaking, and he was actually a little afraid to light the incense.

The moment Emperor Wu of Liang turned around and looked at the sacrificial table, all the civil and military officials breathed a sigh of relief.

God knows how shocked they were when they saw the black-headed, bald emperor crawling out from under the sacrificial table.

No wonder he wore a crown with 12 tassels every time he met Emperor Wu of Liang. It turned out that it was to cover up his bald head.

They finally understood why Emperor Wu of Liang shaved those people's heads in a fit of rage.

Before, when they attended court, they were too far away from the throne and did not dare to look directly at Emperor Wu of Liang.

Emperor Wu of Liang had a big dark face with big white teeth, which made people want to laugh. They were all afraid of having their heads shaved, so they didn't realize that Emperor Wu of Liang was bald.

Those who knew the truth kept their mouths shut and dared not say a word, for fear of angering Emperor Wu of Liang and having their property confiscated and being exiled.

Many ministers with low sense of humor could not help laughing when they saw Emperor Wu of Liang with his crown tassels dropped and crawling out from under the sacrificial table with a black head.

When Emperor Wu of Liang looked over, they all lowered their heads, trying so hard to hold back their laughter.

They thought about all the sad things that happened to their ancestors for eighteen generations, suppressed the smiles on their lips, and bowed their heads to the ground, not daring to lift them up for a long time.

My mind knows I shouldn’t laugh, but my expression can’t help but want to laugh. The more serious I am, the more I want to laugh.

The ministers had helpless smiles on their faces, tears already welling up in their eyes.

It's a joke that Emperor Wu of Liang made a fool of himself in public. Isn't this just like he wants his life to be too long?