Zibo, the capital of Qi.

In the palace, the king's bedroom has been guarded by three floors inside and three floors outside. It is much tighter than usual. When King Lianbi Qi first came to the throne, in order to prevent the assassination of his father and brother's former ministers in the palace, the guards were guarded.

All must be strict.

But this kind of strictness was by no means what he expected. He still wore King Qi's crown on his head, but he couldn't even walk around freely in the palace. His whole person was closely monitored.

Deprived of all freedom.

Although his food and drink expenses were not reduced, the daily torment still made Xi Jinping's body weaker and weaker, and his whole body became more and more crazy.

On this day, he was surrounded by palace people from the very early morning, bathed and changed clothes, and even put on formal court clothes that he had not worn for a long time.

King Qi felt panicked. He had a premonition that this was probably the last time he would wear the imperial uniform. But there was a sense of relief in his heart, and the painful suffering was finally over.

His face was expressionless, like a puppet, being picked up by others, until he was helped up and walked in a carriage. When he saw no one around, King Qi looked up in his heart, and shed two tears.

My father and brother back then probably felt the same way I do today!

Does he regret it? No, King Qi does not regret it at all. The taste of supreme power can make people lose everything and forget regret!

Groups of soldiers were clearing the way in front, and musicians were playing music. Along the streets, people were kneeling and crouching, not daring to move at all.

Ever since King Qi ascended the throne, the city of Zibo has never seen such a pomp. Because King Qi came to the throne erratically, he did not dare to "have fun with the people" and rarely even left the palace. And as soon as he left the palace,

They were accompanied by soldiers and horses, and they were heavily guarded, which was completely different from the one in front of him. Although the meaning of this row of places represented at the moment, he absolutely did not want to think about it.

The chosen location for the Zen Ceremony was a gorgeous high platform that had already been built on the outskirts of Zibo.

At that time, all the subjects can watch.

King Qi sat in his chariot with half-closed eyes expressionless, he didn't want to look at his eyes.

How will the people who are prostrate on the ground now think about themselves, the king who is about to ascend the throne?

Hehe. Since ancient times, kings who have abdicated have never met a happy end. They will probably be conferred the title of Disobedient Marquis by then. After a year and a half, they will "die of illness" or "fall into the water". Even if they behead themselves immediately, it will not be much.

People cry out for injustice for themselves. After all, I too stepped on blood to ascend to the throne.

That's all, that's all. Finally, the old servant who is in charge of the war has given away some of his own flesh and blood when he was defeated. With that old thing taking care of him, living a stable life will not be a problem!

In Zibo City, a large number of people have gathered on the streets.

There were both men and women. There were already huge crowds of people on both sides of the street.

Although these people were ignorant and didn't know that Qi was about to change again, they also knew that something big was about to happen. Wang Shu Zhenguo Gong Tian Sheng rebelled, and King Qi was defeated and captured. This is obviously what is said.

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Judging from the situation today, King Qi will not recover.

And it has to be said that King Qi is not very popular. Ordinary people crowd both sides of the street not because they may not have a chance to see the holy face in their lifetime. They are competing to see King Qi's misfortune.

The crowd was crowded, and people were whispering and speculating about what Duke Zhen was going to do to King Qi.

The sound of music gradually came.

After a while, Wang Jia's team came over.

"I heard that today is the ceremony to worship the heaven. It will be held outside the city!"

"Sacrifice to heaven? It's a big deal!"

"No, if the north wins the battle, this king should sacrifice to the sky! But it should be his last time..."

"Killing your brother and imprisoning your father is a great reversal of human relations. It's better to kill him as soon as possible——"

People on the street were talking in low voices, but the words became louder. King Qi, who was sitting in the crowd, heard clearly. He ignored the scene in front of him expressionlessly and said nothing.

The general accompanying the army, riding on his horse, kept giving orders to move quickly, for fear of encountering something on the road.

Fortunately, there was no incident all the way out of Zibo City. This made the general of the imperial army who escorted Wang Jia out of the city breath a sigh of relief.

Three miles outside Zibo City, the high platform has been prepared long ago.

Groups of soldiers with bright helmets and spears stood on both sides, and in front of the open space, countless civil and military officials were waiting.

In the distance, there were a large number of scholars and aristocratic families, as well as some common people, watching from a distance.

Next to the high platform, there was a man commanding the soldiers and arranging something.

"Master Wang, how are things prepared?" A man dressed as a guard walked up and asked the man.

"It's all ready." Mr. Wang who was questioned said calmly.

It is no small matter for a king to abdicate.

It can be said that among the long-lasting court ceremonies, they are also particularly solemn.

Not only the altar must be repaired, but also the streets passing from the palace to the altar must be repaired to give it a new look and not look dilapidated.

All other preparations, such as sacrificial vessels and sacrifices, must be prepared properly.

On the eve of the day of worship, the official in charge of the matter will arrange the sacred tablets, offerings, sacrifices, and musicians, and finally the Ministry of Rites will conduct a comprehensive inspection.

Seven quarters before sunrise, when the time comes, the palace will be moved, the king will rise to the foot of the high platform, the bells will stop, the drums will start, and the ceremony will officially begin.

Compared to the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, Yolong is three points better.

On both sides of the steps, there are more than ten kinds of musical instruments such as chimes, chimes, and golden bells, arranged neatly, solemn and spectacular, and extremely melodious when played.

If these things are really prepared one by one, they will not be possible today.

Since Tian Sheng ordered it to be held in advance, the officials of the Ministry of Rites saved every possible step.

Regarding today's Zen Ceremony, no matter what the historians and the people of Qing Dynasty record and discuss, Tian Sheng has crossed the threshold of being a minister and reached the pinnacle of his life.

"The lord has arrived." Hearing the sound of horse hooves, the general guarding the high platform looked in that direction for a while and said in surprise.

Sure enough, after a while, dust was everywhere, and a group of people came from a distance and stopped in the open space.

The first rider, with his head held high and his chest held high, was very majestic. He was wearing extremely exquisite Mingguang armor, and he looked majestic. The person who came was none other than Tian Sheng, the Duke of Zhenguo. It was unexpected, and he seemed to be showing his roots.

He was actually wearing military uniform on this day.

Beside Tian Sheng, there were several military generals, all of them were strong and profound, and they were all talented generals.

Tian Sheng got off his horse and walked towards the high platform.

"Meet my lord!" All the officials present saluted him one after another.

Tian Sheng said "no courtesy" and walked directly to the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, Mr. Wang.

"Wang Qingsheng, are you ready?"

"My lord, everything has been arranged." Mr. Wang lowered his head and said back. He expressed his inner resistance with a cold voice.

"That's good." Tian Sheng nodded without caring.

Not long after, another burst of noise came, mixed with melodious music.

"The king has arrived. All the ministers should go with me to greet him." Tian Sheng said to the officials on the left and right. It was the last time anyway. It would be nice to kneel down to greet him if the scene should be more beautiful.

"No." Everyone responded naturally and followed Tian Sheng in the direction where Wang Jia came.

When the King of Qi arrived in front of the high platform, he saw Tian Sheng leading hundreds of officials. The general of the imperial army who was guarding the king hurriedly ordered the people around him to stop. At the same time, he ordered his servants to help the king of Qi go down.

"Your Majesty, the time to tell Heaven has come, please come with me." Tian Sheng said to his nephew humbly with a faint smile on his face.

But what cannot be concealed in that superficial humility is a superior pride and self-control.

King Qi's heart was full of emotions, and he didn't know how to describe them for a moment. His eyes swept over the high platform, where the memorial tablets and statues of his ancestors were on top, and the ministers and people gathered below, and he stood still. His heart was surging, so he suppressed the thoughts in his heart.

He responded and walked onto the high platform under the guidance of Tian Sheng.

Under the gaze of countless people, he climbed up the stone steps step by step, and finally stood on the stage like a puppet, looking at an edict placed on the yellow case.

"We can begin now." Tian Sheng nodded to the official of the Ministry of Rites beside him. The official of the Ministry of Rites announced.

The music stopped and the meditation position began. First the ancestors were worshiped, and then the heavens were worshipped. Everything was carried out in an orderly manner according to the pre-arranged rules.

Finally, there is the edict. The content is simple. It is nothing more than saying that I have "low morals", "Improper position", "unworthy of serving the country", and then "...abdicate the throne to Wang Shuzhenguo Gong Tian Sheng..." for those who heard it.

Shocking——

At this time, several chamberlains were already holding royal robes and crowns, and came behind Tian Sheng. They were just waiting to put them on the altar as soon as the emperor announced his abdication to worship the emperor of heaven and represent the revolution of destiny.

King Qi paused, paused at the critical moment. Immediately, an official from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward behind him and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty!"

Although the voice was low, it made King Qi tremble.

Looking around, I saw the ministers bowing their heads and arranging themselves neatly and respectfully, but the gods and the earth were not responding.

King Qi felt sad and trembled in his heart. His face became extremely pale. He was stunned for a while, calmed down, and breathed out silently. His face was stern, and he suddenly seemed to have made up his mind.

His expression was so solemn, and his whole demeanor suddenly changed. He loudly announced: "Prime Minister Qi has gathered all the rivers and mountains, and I would like to report to heaven to declare to our ancestors that it has been more than a thousand years since the founding of the Qi Dynasty.

Nurturing wisdom is only supported by virtue. I have never heard of a son imprisoning his father, or a younger brother killing his elder brother. The ministers rebelled and brought disaster upon themselves, which led to this disaster. Don't blame the ministers for serving the people, but hate the king's uncle, which is also a traitor.

In this world, kings are not unique to one person. All virtues are about to be exhausted, evildoers are born one after another, there are many flesh and blood, feudal lords are fighting, and they influence the same evil. More than half of the district, small or big, wants the king and the king, so my ancestors

Karma is as endless as a line.

Qi is not defeated by the enemy, but the order of defeat is often confused..." At this point, tears fell from his eyes.
To be continued...