Chapter 81 Ugly

In the autumn moon capital, the sun hangs high at noon. The golden autumn sun shines on the outline of the capital, and various buildings decorated with red satin are coated with a festive gold. In the open space in the center of the palace, a row of warriors excitedly wore red and gold, holding a cane and arched under the altar in the center of the open space.

Feng Mid-Autumn Festival, dressed in a tacky golden robe, pulled a palace man and asked, "Where is Mr. Lu? Haven't you come yet?"

The palace man squeaked and said, "I have sent someone to find it. I should come soon!"

Feng Zhongqiu covered the sun with his palm, looked at the sky and said, "It's almost noon. I will ascend the throne on time. So many ministers are waiting for me. On such an important day, Lu Miaobai will not come to see me!" His tone became dissatisfied. In the past, he was quite respectful of this counselor, but since he destroyed Shen Guo and killed Shen Gulan, he felt that he could do great things without Lu Miaobai, and gradually turned no attention to Lu Miaobai. But he didn't know that Lu Miaobai had abandoned him.

This mysterious counselor from Fanyang is determined to see Qiuyue's defeat, and Feng Zhongqiu is not a person worthy of assistance...

Qiuyue Kingdom does not have high-rise buildings like the imperial capital, and there are no misty clouds, and the sky looks extremely clear. The blue sky, golden fields, warm sunshine, everything is so beautiful and pure. However, the capital made of adobe mud bricks looks like a stain that destroys the overall beauty, which makes people can't help but want to erase it to maintain this pure beauty. Especially now, the appearance of colorful lanterns and red silk is even more discordant.

It is said that he ascended the throne, but there is no magnificent temple like the palace, no decent and graceful noble ministers, and no grand occasion of worship by all people, only vulgar and dazzling gold and silver jewelry and submissive rural local tyrants. But the Mid-Autumn Festival is still red, and there is a complacent smile on his face. Today may be his happiest moment, as if he has spent so many days in vain from birth to the world to today, all of which is meaningless, just to wait for the arrival of today. No one dares to say that he is a banker, that he is Mengyang's wet nurse, and dares to spit and scold him in front of him. Now he wears a dragon robe and stands on the altar several feet high above his head, and he is also promoted to the supreme existence in the world.

He is no longer a small prince, but a supreme royal family worshipped by all people!

The central open space of the small palace is full of all kinds of goldware, and the periphery is slightly silverware. In the words of Feng Mid-Autumn Festival, gold and silver are added. Only he can enjoy these treasures. In the future, he will be buried in the cemetery with him, and no one can touch them. But he didn't know that these utensils were put on the occasion of ascending to the throne. The most central golden sculpture of "Nine Crane Driving Cloud" floats out of the dust and shines golden in the sun, but it is a gift for funerals; the "golden child holding koi" next to it is also quite luxurious. The whole boy is cast of pure gold, while the koi in the arms of the golden child is carved with a whole piece of blood jade, which is almost the water collected by the royal family. Flat. But this 'golden boy holding koi' means 'early born son': on the other side, a bronze beast-patterned tripod, which looks simple and full and round... But this tripod was moved back from the State of Shen. In the State of Shen, this tripod was used as a torture tool to put prisoners in the tripod and boil them to death...< /P>

These utensils with complex and chaotic meanings were placed together by Feng Zhongqiu. If the minister of the imperial capital saw it, he would definitely look up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of old blood and shout that Tiandao had no eyes...

Feng Zhongqiu, who had not read many books and was thrown to the field middle school to farm, only felt that these gold, silver and jade were shining in the sun. The unique luster of gold and silver seems to have infinite magic to him. Only with these treasures, even if he splashed ten steps of blood on the spot, he would have no regrets. He really likes this feeling.

The palace man next to him whispered, "Lord, it's noon..."

Feng Zhongqiu, who was grinning happily, suddenly changed his face, and his sword eyebrows stood angrily, with an angry light in his eyes. When he raised his hand, he slapped the palace man's face. This slap was extremely loud. The palace man was beaten in place and fell down twice. Half of his face swelled quickly, with a flime purple color, and the corners of his mouth also bleeding.

The palace man stumbled to his feet and stood respectfully beside the national lord, daring to move. The originally weak alveolar teeth were suddenly knocked out, mixed with blood in his mouth, and he dared not spit it out. He looked innocently at the lord and stared at him angrily, not knowing what was wrong.

Feng Zhongqiu put his hand in his waist and said viciously, "Swallow it, don't spit!" Otherwise, I will cut your tongue!"

With tears in his eyes, he reached out and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, purred, and swallowed the blood in his mouth and old alveolar teeth into his stomach. I dare not speak submissively!

Feng Mid-Autumn Festival suddenly laughed again, as if nothing had happened. The ferocious anger on his face suddenly became extremely gentle. He patted the man on the shoulder and said with a smile, "That's right. In the future, I can consider making you a prime minister or something. Do you know how arrogant Mengyang's prime minister Ling Fenglie is? He is the first person under the emperor in the court! In the future, if you are obedient, I will let you be the prime minister of the Qiuyue Dynasty. In the future, you will be called 'Ling Fenglie'. The original name is not allowed to be used again. In the future, when I see my father, I will kneel down, put my head against the ground, and hold my father's feet on your head! On behalf of your loyalty to my father, you are my most loyal dog slave, you know?"

The palace people looked at the crazy smiling face of the state and dared not say anything. Only a submissive nod.

Feng Zhongqiu smiled and said, "Ling Fenglie, do you know why I slapped you just now? Because you are cheap and call it wrong! I will be a royal family soon, and I will call you Your Majesty! What's the name of the country? The slap in the face just now is to remind you!"

He laughed loudly, and the wild laughter echoed unconsciously in the blue sky, and the scalp of the listener exploded. Then he tilted his head and looked at the palace man and waved his hand. He said, "Ling Fenglie, come on, kneel down and climb down to my feet. Come here like a dog and kiss the tip of my shoes!"

The palace man hesitated and looked at the smile on Feng Zhongqiu's face slowly disappearing and became fierce again. The corners of his mouth were twisted by the pain of his slapped face, and the saliva mixed with blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, looking extremely embarrassed. He saw that the country's face was getting worse and worse, and he didn't dare to make trouble. He had to kneel obediently, slowly climbed to the feet of Feng Zhongqiu on all fours, and then lowered his head and put his lips against his shoes.

Feng Zhongqiu looked at him and laughed loudly, like a noisy crow. He smiled and said, "Ling Fenglie, you also have such a day, you also have such a day to kneel at my feet, hahaha, your dog also has today!"

He squatted down, reached out and pressed the head of the palace man to put him dead on his feet and rubbed him. He rubbed his hair and said, "Ha ha, that's it, that's it! What I want is this feeling, this kind of condescending sense of control! All the people who looked down on me before are the dogs under my feet, and I give you everything you want!"

He stood up and said, "Find a few more people to come here!" Go!"

The palace man stood up with difficulty, gave a promise, bent down to bow and salute, and hurried away. After a while, three more palacemen came quickly. They bowed and stood respectfully in front of Feng Zhongqiu.

Feng Zhongqiu put his hand behind him, walked in all directions to the first palace man and said, "Raise your head!" He looked at the white and fat face of the palace man with no long beard and said, "Do you know General Zhentian?"

"I didn't know!"

"Isn't it?" The smile on Feng Mid-Autumn Festival's face became more obvious.

The palace man didn't know how to answer. He looked left and right and found that his companions were all bowing their heads and were not ready to help him deal with it. So he could only say submissively, "I want to..." The trembling voice was full of fear.

"How dare you think..." Feng Zhongqiu laughed, reached out and patted the white and fat face of the palace man, crackled, looked at the fat on the palace man's face, and smiled more arrogantly and obediently: "From now on, you will be called Ye Mingshan, and you will be named General Zhentian! You are the general who ruled the three armies in my Qiuyue Dynasty, and all the troops have to listen to your command. However, you are a dog slave in my eyes. You will kneel down when you see me in the future, okay? Yeming Mountain?"

The palace man's face was patted with a trembling, and he nodded and replied, "I know... I know!"

Feng Zhongqiu nodded with satisfaction, walked to the next palace man and said, "You, I like you very much. Who do I want you to be? When you are the emperor of Mengyang, Emperor Lin Xi... Haha, you will be called Wan Tongjun in the future. When you see me, you will kneel down and say that you will say that you will say peace to your master, you know? You all have to kneel down and say so!" His domineering look was particularly eye-catching in the sun. The ministers under the altar watched the country master dance on the high platform, sometimes laughing happily, and sometimes fighting with anger. And the three palacemen sometimes kneel down and bow, don't know what tricks they are doing.

Feng Zhongqiu raised his head, looked at the sky, with his hands behind his back, and stood in front of the stage with the pride of climbing high and looking at the country. He turned his back to the three palace people who were given new names and shouted, "Ling Fenglie, Ye Mingshan, Wan Yujun, why don't you kneel down for me!"

The three palace people looked at each other and resisted the impulse to push Feng Zhongqiu down! Then Qi Qi knelt down, lay on the ground and said, "I'm going to say good to my master!" The 'Ling Fenglie', who was slapped, was not clear, and his hesitant voice destroyed the whole feeling of the three people's voices. Feng Zhongqiu turned around discontentedly and decisively kicked over one of his feet without leaving a trace of affection. He scolded and said, "It's useless, Ye Mingshan... It's not even good to invite you. What's the use of staying?"

The originally swollen face of the palace man who had been kicked to the ground several times rubbed on the ground for a long time, covered his face and cried in pain: "Your Majesty, I am Ling Fenglie, not Ye Mingshan..."

But Feng Mid-Autumn Festival didn't hear his words and has swaggered to walk to the other side of the altar!

A minister in charge of sacrificing the sky and praying for rain shouted loudly, "At noon, we will ascend the throne to the Heavenly Ceremony!" Sacrifice to the emperor!" The warriors by the altar beat heavy cowhide war drums. The dull sound of war drums is like sawing legs in this pure autumn sky, which is untuneable. Originally, it was to use the 'Kiu bronze giant drum', but it was not available in the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it could only be temporarily replaced by war drums. The cowhide is hard but flexible. No matter how hard the warrior beats, it will not break. The drums are as loud as thunder and loud as the sky. With the cowhide drum, the warrior dared not let go, for fear that he would accidentally break the drum, so his voice was dull and suppressed, and he could not arouse people's emotions.

Feng Zhongqiu stood on the altar, reached out to take the wine handed over by the sacrificial officer, and splashed it into the blue sky. The crystal wine spilled, pulling the car into an extremely gorgeous shape in the blue sky, shining brightly in the sun. The shining light is like a star curtain, shining brightly.

Then the wine slowly dispersed into a fog when it fell, and rose without waiting to land in the autumn sun. The fragrance of rice in autumn in the air is full of the fragrance of wine, which is refreshing!

"Second sacrifices to the earth!" The dull cowhide drum sounded again.

Feng Zhongqiu once again took the wine cup in the hands of the sacrificial officer and sprinkled full wine on the ground of the altar, with a smile on his face becoming more and more obvious. The last moment is coming soon.

"Three sacrifices to the people!" The drums beat again. Feng Zhongqiu took the wine cup and was about to pour out the wine when he suddenly felt a shaking of the altar under his feet. He quickly lay down and shouted in a panic, "Is there an earthquake?"

The ministers under the altar looked around in panic and didn't know what had happened. I only felt that the earth under my feet was trembling, just like countless angry elephants stamping their feet. The tremor that forced into the soul was like a magnificent riding warrior on the battlefield.

Finally, someone realized something and roared heartbreakingly: "Someone...someone is bombarding the city gate..."

Feng Zhongqiu stood on the high platform and looked at the direction of the city gate, and was stunned in an instant.

The outside of the city is like a silver-white ocean, and the silver armor shoots out cold killing in the sun. Silver waves hit the fragile gate of the autumn moon, and thousands of flags embroidered with blue fengxinzi were like waves rolled up by silver and white waves. The earth is still shaking, and Feng Zhongqiu's eyes are round, and his face is full of horror: "Night Country, under the banner of blue fengxinzi, is a light armored brigade, it is the general Yeming Mountain... Yeming Mountain is coming!"

The palace man next to him hurried over, knelt down and kowtowed, "I am Yeming Mountain, and I will invite you to your majesty--"

"Get out--" Feng Zhongqiu kicked him in the face and kicked him to the ground without waiting for the word 'An' to be spit out.

The Mid-Autumn Festival only feels that the end of the world is coming. How can the emperor arrive so soon? What should I do? "Lu Miaobai, Lu Miaobai..." He roared, and his voice was crying, but the chaotic people were in a mess and no one paid attention to him at all.