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Chapter 589 ancestor worship
Everything went smoothly, and only a piece of government decree was owed to Yang Zheng.

In order to usher in a good omen for the sixth year of Ganlu, Yang Zheng led all the civil and military officials to worship the Taimiao in person.

Yang's Ancestral Temple was built in Lanchi, northwest of Weishui River, adjacent to Anling.

Originally, I planned to pay a low-key sacrifice and end it.

However, Lu Zhi advises that the important affairs of the country must be held grandly and solemnly when they are enshrined in Rong!
Filial piety is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in this era.

An emperor who left a mark on filial piety is destined to suffer endless disasters.

Yang Zheng no longer persisted, and used the Wuwei camp. Everyone had bright armor, splendid robes, golden drums shaking the sky, and spears shining in the sun.

Even the war horses were divided into several teams according to their colors.

There are drum chariots, egret chariots, Luanqi chariots, Pi'e chariots, Pixuan chariots, etc. in front, each of which is drawn by four horses and has 14 drivers.

Yang Zheng rode in a cart pulled by five white horses, followed by soldiers and musicians.

In all directions, flags are flying, and people and horses are flying into the sky.

Chariots and horses, clothes, musical instruments, Zhuhu, Nabi, Huben, bows and arrows, axes and axes, and hammers are the so-called nine tins.

Each represents a power.

Although Yang Zheng was proclaimed King of Qin by Cao Mao, Jiu Xi did not add it.

But this did not bother the officials of the Ministry of Rites, and they all lowered their specifications according to the emperor's regulations.

Cao Wei is like this, and he doesn't care about the land in Guanzhong.

Yang Zheng was wearing a black crown and felt like a wrapped rice dumpling, which was indescribably awkward.

But no matter how awkward it was, after seeing the excited expressions on the faces of the surrounding soldiers and the people following in the distance, I felt relieved.

Don't people pursue a sense of ritual in their whole life?

So is the country.

Walking to the Ancestral Temple, the gods of the old Yang family were neatly placed on the shrine, surrounded by faint green smoke, which made Yang Zheng feel that it was really the Yang family's ancestral grave that was emitting green smoke.

All stained with their own light.

Except for some impressions of his biological father Yang You, he didn't know anyone else.

Worship is also extremely cumbersome, and it feels countless times more troublesome than going to the battlefield.

In order for the old Yang family to continue to smoke, and to bless the success of Juntian in Shuzhong, Yang Zheng can only continue to endure.

It took a whole day to finish it.

Yang Zheng lay tired on the carriage.

As soon as he lay down, Du Kuan, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, came to make noise, "As a monarch, there are signs of heaven when you look up, and you must not lose your dignity in the world..."

Yang Zheng couldn't help admiring the old man, he was in his fifties, and after a busy day, he didn't look red or out of breath.

Yang Zheng could only sit upright.

The discomfort is the discomfort, and I feel relieved when I think of going back to Chang'an immediately.

I thought to myself that I would not be able to suffer this crime again in the future. I should try not to do things like worshiping heaven, earth, and ancestral temples by myself. Gaoping Mausoleum is a living example.

After Sima Yi's death, no tomb was set up, no mausoleum was built, and his descendants were not allowed to worship. On the one hand, he was ashamed to see the world and handled it in a low-key manner.

However, his son Yang Xu is too young to take on the heavy responsibility.

If the eldest son Yang Yi was to do it for him, it would be sending some kind of signal.

Of course, Yang Yi is not incapable. In troubled times, standing up for the good and the virtuous, but Yang Yi's strength lies in leading troops to fight, and he is not fond of literary affairs by nature. He became a prince and was easily dismissed.

My own generation has done everything that should be done, and the next generation can rest and settle down in the country, so that the war-torn people can enjoy peace for two or three generations.

Every generation is militaristic, and the fate of the country will not last long.

While thinking about it, he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

The sound of the breaking wind was loud and came roaring.

"There are assassins!"

Then, Yang Zheng felt that it was raining outside the car.

Jingle.

Several sharp arrows were shot from outside the carriage, and one almost went into his right eye. Fortunately, Yang Zheng hadn't completely given up his swordsmanship over the years. He raised his hand instinctively to block the sharp arrows, but his right hand was also scratched.

I just felt a tingling crawl up my arm.

I was shocked in my heart, this arrow is poisonous!

At a critical juncture, Yang Zheng suddenly thought of two people—Sun Ce and Fei Yi!
Assassins are flying all over the sky these days.

Back then, Ke Bi Neng almost unified Xianbei, but he also died at the hands of an assassin, Xianbei fell apart...

The first wave of arrow rain stopped outside the carriage, and the second wave of breaking wind came again.

Yang Zheng was wearing a crown, and his movements were extremely inconvenient. His arms were numb and itchy, and he didn't even have the strength to draw his sword.

I was extremely depressed.

Qin Shihuang was assassinated by Zhang Liang during his east tour, and hit the auxiliary car by mistake.

It was as if history was repeating itself, and I had such a catastrophe too.

Qin Shihuang was assassinated four times, Wei Wu Cao Cao was also mutinied three times, assassinated twice...

The implementation of the land occupation system by myself has touched the interests of many people. It is almost inevitable to be assassinated. Too many people want to kill themselves.

Haoqiang didn't say anything, but he longed for a thousand cuts in his heart.

Not to mention the Sima family, their family started as a caregiver for the dead.

There was chaos outside the carriage, and the guard cavalry rode their horses to chase and kill the assassin.

But the assassin kept releasing poisonous arrows with the determination to die.

At this moment, a person outside the carriage shouted, "Protect the king!"

The not very tall body blocked the outside of the car.

"Block it with your body!" This time it was Pang Qing's voice, and the soldiers came from behind and hugged the carriage with their bodies.

The poisonous arrow fell, and there were several muffled groans.

Yang Zheng sat in the car, tore off his clothes, fastened his right arm with the method of treating snake venom, and squeezed out a few drops of black blood.

In less than a stick of incense, the noise outside stopped.

"Your Majesty!"

There were caring voices from outside the car.

Yang Zheng pushed open the carriage door, feeling that he was okay, so he jumped down.

There was a lot of commotion, but the casualties caused were not large.

There were only three soldiers shot by the arrow, their faces turned black, and they were carried into the carriage.

For this trip, the entire Wuwei battalion was mobilized to investigate a hundred miles away, and it is impossible for there to be too many assassins.

"Who was blocking the carriage just now?"

"Huo Biao, Sanqi's regular servant, and Meng Qing, the Huangmen's servant." Pang Qing was also shot in the arm by an arrow, and his face turned blue.

This time worshiping the Taimiao, Huo Biao and Meng Qing, who are close attendants, of course also followed.

Yang Zheng glanced over and saw Huo Biao with a poisoned arrow stuck in his chest. He was unconscious and lying in the arms of a panicked Meng Qing.

Yang Zheng couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle for a while. If Huo Biao died in Chang'an, he wouldn't have to explain to Nanzhong Huo Yi.

I was angry, and my arm was itchy again.

"Did the assassin take it?"

"Reply, report back to Your Majesty, the seven assassins, all of whom were poisoned, were surrounded by cavalry, and all of them died with poisoned arrows in their throats!" Pang Qing's lips trembled.

Since he was an assassin, he never thought about being alive.

"Return to Chang'an quickly and let Huangfu Shi'an treat him." Yang Zheng didn't care about his own injury, and bandaged Pang Qing, but the poisonous gas had already attacked his body, so it didn't have much effect.

When he came, he was in a hurry, but when he went back, he was quite embarrassed. Yang Zheng didn't care about the majesty of King Qin, so he rode directly and quickly returned to Chang'an.

Looking at the increasingly ugly faces of Huo Biao and Pang Qing, I was very anxious.

Huo Biao was sent by Huo Yi to maintain the relationship between Qin State and Nanzhong. If something happened to him, Nanzhong might repeat it again.

The two surnames Cuan and Yong are nothing to fear, but Huo Yi is extraordinary. Maybe Huo Yi will not rebel for the sake of righteousness, but this thorn has been planted, and the mutual trust between the two parties will be severely damaged!

(End of this chapter)