Chapter 180 (1/2)
On the ninth day of the ninth day of the ninth month of the ninth year of the reign of the great Xia Dynasty, the capital city was not peaceful. The waves were treacherous. One wave was not even, another was rising again.
Under the heavy snow, all the civil and military officials and the major repair of the imperial clan in the Yuanqiu of the White Emperor Palace understood that the summer had come to the most critical turning point, so the three old, middle-aged and young people of the Zhao family had to make a choice.
The old empress dowager has made her choice in advance to clear the way for Zhao Yu and help him to ascend the throne before her death. Now, it is the Regent queen Wu who has been in power for 12 years.
The world is quiet, even the sound of wind and snow are far away.
My aunt and nephew looked at each other for a long time, and the momentum on the edge of the Circular Mound came and went, hitting each other, making a dull sound like thunder.
Supporting the old empress dowager Rouge girl, such as the dark green pupil after tea baking, looking at the figure standing in front of tianxinshi, I feel that compared with the past, the youth's back has some different flavor, the same straight and handsome, but more mature, or sharp!
Gentle and elegant, the arm of the master of the vertical and horizontal courtyard of the Taoist palace, dressed in purple, was suddenly held tightly by a small hand. Chu Zhengyang turned his head and saw his daughter's big worried eyes. With a plea, he patted the back of his daughter's hand, shook his head, and gently opened his mouth to say a word.
”Wait.”
Empress Wu stands very high in the sky, so her eyes to Zhao Yu are very vague to outsiders. The straight look may be looking at Zhao Yu's eyes, or they are naked staring at the two bright red like blood. But Zhao Yu knows that Empress Wu has never looked at his eyebrows from the beginning to the end.
My aunt and nephew's eyes met across a whole distance of the sky, perhaps even counting the eight heavy days under the difficult road.
Since nearly February, Zhao Yulai has only said a few words with Empress Wu, that is, the conversation between his aunt and nephew in the rosefinch gate at the dusk when he just stepped into Shenjing. Since then, they have not exchanged views.
But at the moment, Empress Wu, Regent, who has always looked at Zhao Yu and did not move away, once again spoke to him and to all the people in the world:
”as regent of the great Xia Dynasty, I will support the heaven and cover the earth for the past 12 years. I am just a saint. How can I fear it? Why do I need the help of blood? Nobody can control the life of Zhao Xiu. My life is up to me!”
Every sentence is like thunder!
The burning words resound from heaven and earth. Empress Wu takes back her eyes. The dark golden phoenix robe sways more and more. Under everyone's astonished eyes, she turns around and sets foot on jiuchongtian!
Under the bridge of heaven and earth, there is a moon, the ninth heavyweight of the road, and the moon wheel day.
At the same time, she sat in the air with her eyes closed and hung in the air. Under the vague face of the snow lady saint, there was an irresistible murmur. As if she was seriously injured, the whole person suddenly leaned forward. Under her, among the altar surrounded by ice and fire, the huge statue of Goddess was broken. The infinite light that could no longer be restrained burst out and swept out quickly.
Within the light, the great ten wings stretched out, accompanied by the words of the Lord of glory, who were indistinguishable but with strong anger.
”I am a god worshipped by countless races. How dare you seal me? I say, you all deserve to die.”
The infinite light gathered around the glorious Lord, forming a huge and dazzling God Kingdom, in which countless hymns spread, accompanied by endless prayers. There are different languages and different races, but there is no human race.
Daxia people, worship heaven and earth, ancestors, faith and cultivation, but do not believe in ghosts and gods!