Zhi Xuan

On the day of the meeting of the princes, another heavy snow fell in Xiangdi.

The cold wind is howling, flying everywhere, rippling and tearing, and the sky and the earth are covered with silver.

In the heavy snow, the gates of the camp opened one after another, the horns sounded, and the chariots of the princes came out of the camp.

The monarchs stood on the chariot, wearing crowns and holding swords.Cloaks fluttered in the wind, jaws of everyone in the car were tense, eyes were like lightning, majestic.

Heavily armed soldiers and soldiers formed a square formation, guarding both sides of the chariot.

In front of the car is a shaman holding a sacrificial vessel, standing against the wind with his arms raised high, reciting congratulatory words in his mouth, each word melts in the wind, and the tail sounds are constantly elongated, interweaving into a unique rhythm.

The chariot moved forward slowly, and the wheels rolled over the snow, leaving two rows of deep ruts, which were soon covered by snowflakes and disappeared without a trace.

The armored soldiers hold halberds and carry battle flags on their shoulders.The flags of various colors are torn in the wind, with different patterns painted on them, lifelike and hunting.

The chariots of the four princes are at the front of the team.

It was different from when the king ascended the throne, the four walked side by side in no particular order.

The wheels creaked through the snow.

Behind the car were soldiers with neat footsteps. The armors of different colors merged into a torrent, like four giant dragons crossing the vast land.

Zhi Xuan and Zhao Hao were next to each other in chariots. Both of them wore crowns and wore swords on their waists, but they were not swords bestowed by the king, but iron swords specially made for the sacrifices of the alliance.

All the princes present had the same sword, and it was presented by Xi Yuanhou, which had extraordinary symbolic meaning.

The team marched through the wind and snow, crossed a small frozen river, and arrived at the meeting point.

Compared with the original period, the platform of Huimeng was increased by nearly one-third. There was no tripod on the top of the platform, but a square mound of earth was used to place sacrifices and offer sacrifices to gods.

Surrounding the sacrificial platform are nearly a hundred firewood piles, large and small, similar in shape and arranged in an orderly manner.Count carefully, it is equivalent to the number of princes participating in the alliance.

Next to the pyre is a hill-like sacrifice, which is hunted by the kings of various countries. At the end of the sacrifice, it is thrown into the flames and dedicated to the gods, symbolizing the establishment of the covenant.

There are steps chiseled on all sides of the Huimeng platform, with different lengths and the same width from bottom to top.The steps are engraved with shamanic characters, which are frozen in the snow, and each stroke is raised and raised, becoming more and more clear.

At the beginning of the alliance, the four princes stepped onto the stage from all sides, gathered together on the top of the alliance stage, worshiped in all directions, and led the princes to make oaths.

Witches from all over the world gathered together and all dressed up.

Ignoring the wind and snow, the witches danced around the Huimeng platform, holding up their sacrificial vessels to salute the heavens, and their voices pierced through the wind and snow and reached the heavens.

The witch doctor is among them.

Unlike usual, today's witch doctor is dressed in a black robe, with colorful ribbons wrapped around his waist, and colorful feathers hanging under the ribbons, the colors are eye-catching.There are several long chains hanging around the neck, including polished animal bones, and sharp animal teeth and claws. They are connected in series, and they collide with each other as they move, making crisp sounds.

The gray hair is scattered behind the back, and a huge animal head is covered on the top of the head. Its shape and size should be the skull of a male tiger.

As the wind and snow got colder, the witches raised their voices together, and the witches with different intonations were intertwined together. Surprisingly, it was not messy, but had a unique ancient rhyme, which made people unconsciously immersed in it and emotionally drawn by it.

"Feast!"

As the prayer drew to a close, the witches shouted in unison, their voices trembling like strings.All kinds of ritual vessels are held up to the sky, most of which are bronze vessels, and a few are bone vessels, which have been passed down for hundreds of years, and their warmth and smoothness are comparable to white jade.

When the rites and music sounded, musicians from many countries played in an ensemble, the melody was unified, and the momentum was magnificent, that is, Hong Zhong Da Lu.

The princes stepped down from the chariot, walked to the meeting platform hand in hand, and stood in the snow.

The four princes continued to move forward, surpassed the crowd and stood on the four sides of the alliance platform, and climbed the steps accompanied by grand music.

The blizzard was raging, the meeting platform was covered with frost, the steps were frozen, and ice edges hung from the edges, which would slip if you were not careful.The four of them were very cautious, keeping the same upward speed, and took every step extremely steadily, so as not to make any mistakes in the ceremony.

Zhi Xuan counted silently in his heart, and climbed to the last step, as expected, the mantissa was nine.

The four climbed up to the high place at the same time, and they couldn't see the other side clearly through the snow curtain. They also covered their emotions and kept them from being known to others.

The ceremonial music stopped abruptly, replaced by the desolate sound of horns and rumbling drums.

The four continued to move forward, stopped at the center of the Huimeng platform, first offered sacrifices to the gods with animal heads, and then worshiped in all directions.At the same time, the witch uttered a loud shout, and the princes in the audience bowed their hands together and saluted with the people on the stage.

The sound of drums and horns continued, and the sound of ritual and music sounded again.

The raging cold wind suddenly decreased, the snowflakes had not yet fallen, and the cloudy sky suddenly became brighter.

Everyone looked up, and saw a strange scene right above the Huimeng platform. The dense dark clouds burst into a line, and the blue was revealed, and the sun shone from the top of their heads, just covering the Huimeng platform.

The light blooms, the color is gorgeous and dazzling.

The light shifted for a short while, covering Zhi Xuan's whole body.

The sound of ceremonies and music stopped suddenly, and the sound of drums and horns was not heard, only the wind whistling over the auspicious place kept whistling, witnessing this miraculous scene.

Under the Huimeng stage, everyone looked up at Marquis Xiyuan who was bathed in the light, their emotions surged, shock, bewilderment and fascination were intertwined, and they became obsessed unconsciously.

On the meeting platform, the three of Zhao Hao looked at Zhi Xuan at the same time, their eyes were full of surprise, and their expressions were surprisingly the same.As expected, Marquis Xiyuan was favored by the gods, and the clearing of the snowy day is the ironclad proof!

With the evidence in front of them, the Marquis of Bei'an and Marquis of Dongliang firmly believe it, even Zhao Hao is no exception.

The misunderstanding deepened further, and it was no longer possible to explain clearly.

Facing the gazes of the three, Zhi Xuan remained silent, looked up at the sky, and sighed helplessly.

It's just a break in the clouds, probably similar to the rain on a sunny day.But he couldn't explain it to others, and he couldn't explain it clearly even after exhausting his tongue. On the contrary, the description would become darker and darker, causing deeper misunderstandings.Just like lightning strikes, a natural phenomenon known to everyone in later generations, it is still attributed to gods and ghosts offline.The concept is deeply ingrained, and it is useless to talk about it.

Since you can't tell, why bother.Let the other party's brain storm, what should I do.It's just being misunderstood, it doesn't hurt or itches, and it won't lose a piece of meat.

The historians who participated in the alliance were the first to come to their senses. They did not need to speak or communicate. They followed the facts and what they saw with their own eyes, and each began to write quickly.

The historians have different writing styles, and the length of the recorded text is different, but the central idea is exactly the same, which can be summed up in one sentence: where there is Xiyuanhou, there must be miracles.

The colorful light was short-lived, the clouds gathered again, and the Huimeng Terrace was shrouded in snow again.

Although the light dissipated, the shock still shrouded everyone's hearts, and it didn't dissipate for a long time.

During the following ceremony, some people were immersed in the beautiful scenery for a moment, and their movements were half a beat slower than those around them.Fortunately, the etiquette officer reminded me that there was no mistake on the spot.

The ceremony of the alliance was cumbersome, and Zhi Xuan followed the example of the big powers to form an alliance, and reduced and reduced the charter. It still took more than half a day, and it was only near the end at sunset.

The four of them stepped down from the meeting platform, and the pyres around them were lit at the same time.

Grease was sprinkled on the pyre to prevent the flame from going out.The sky is cold and the ground is freezing, and the pyre will burn when it encounters sparks.The fire dragon sprang up and coiled, burning blazingly in the wind.Clusters of orange-red light dotted the wasteland, like stars falling into the world.

"Feast!"

Under the auspices of Wu, a large number of sacrifices were thrown into the fire, which suppressed the light of the fire faintly, and then jumped up quickly, stronger than before.

The princes stood by the fire until the sacrifice was burned to ashes and the flames were all extinguished before boarding their chariots and returning to the camp.

The letter of alliance has been sent to everyone, and every word is kept in mind.

After today, the chariots of the Central Plains will travel all over the world, like a tiger coming out of the cage, shaking the world.Everything the blade points to is in the bag.

After returning to the camp, Zhi Xuan quickly walked into the big tent, removed his cloak, and moved his stiff fingers.

There are four braziers and a hand-held heater in the tent.Not long after, Zhi Xuan relaxed a lot, and a thin layer of sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead.

"Your Majesty, a letter has been delivered."

During the alliance ceremony, knights entered the camp one after another, bringing letters from Yuantao and news from the western capital.

After Zhi Xuan sat down at the case, he first picked up Yuan Tao's letter, removed the wax seal, unfolded it, and read it carefully.

The letter detailed the changes in the capital city of China, focusing on the struggle between Ming Dynasty Wang Huai and the royal family, and the role played by the Queen Mother in it.

Zhi Xuan was not surprised by this at all.He handed out an olive branch, and it was up to the other party whether he could grab it.

Judging from the changes in the capital city, Wang Huai did not disappoint him.

In this way, the two parties should be able to cooperate happily and there will be no conflicts in the short term.Zhi Xuan can't guarantee what will happen in the long run.After all, people's hearts are changeable, and there is nothing perfect in the world.But with his strength, even if that day comes, he can deal with it calmly.

Putting down Yuan Tao's letter, Zhi Xuan unfolded the message from Xiducheng.

The wax seal on the bamboo slips represents Fan's family, and the content was written by Fan Xu himself.Another letter was sent by Luo Gong, written on silk, the content was shorter, the message conveyed was similar, there was not much difference.

"Yang Hao is seriously ill, so I call Yang Qi home."

"Young Master Ming is suffering from cold, but fortunately Mrs. Yang has good medicine, so there is no serious problem."

"The two concubines have a son. The original clan gathered, and Biezhi sent the son to the Western Capital City. Now he lives in the clan's mansion."

Several paragraphs seem to have nothing to do with each other, but they are connected together. When you think about the meaning behind it, it is actually shocking.

"Yang Hao is seriously ill, Young Master Ming is suffering from the cold, the Shu brother has a son, and Yuan's Biezhi sends the son to the capital city."

Zhi Xuan fell into deep thought, tapped his fingers on the table one after another, making regular sounds.

With Yang Hao's wit and cunning, this illness may not have been plotted by others.After all, I am getting old and my body is not as good as it was in my early years, so it is not surprising to be sick.Not everyone has the physique of Su Hu, and he is still as strong as a dragon and a tiger when he is over half a century old, and he even had a young son last year.

Young Master Ming was caught in the cold, and things were a little strange.If it was really done by someone with a heart, and it can be hidden from Mrs. Yang's eyes, it must not be easy for the person who did it.

The act of contacting the Yuan clan's clan members and side branches made Zhi Xuan faintly speculate.

As for the two concubine brothers, even if they had more courage, they would not dare to participate in it.It can only be said that luck is bad, and the child comes at an untimely time.

It seems that he has been away for too long, and some people have delusional thoughts and start to stir up wind and rain in the western capital.

Zhi Xuan chuckled lightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"It's time to go home."

He will have an heir, who to choose and how to choose, is his own decision, and no one can say anything.

He may not be able to choose son Ming, but he is not ashamed to be so eager to eliminate dissidents that he does not hesitate to attack a child.Once the real culprit is caught, no matter who he is or what his status is, he will be severely punished and will not be tolerated.

He will let these people know that some things cannot be thought of, let alone done.If you dare to cross the boundary, you are destined to end in misery and even lose your life.

Marquis Xiyuan is domineering, brutal and rebellious, not just talking.