The speculation in the Eight Views Palace has no answer in the end. The existence of the great magic weapon is really undetectable, even a saint is unable to grasp it.
Therefore, the saints can only sit high in the nine heavens, watching the storms and clouds surging, watching the general trend, immersed in all kinds of speculations, unable to extricate themselves.
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The flood is very large, very wide, and very high. The gap of thirty-three days is enough to erase the impact of any huge event on the prehistoric world, let alone chaos. Although the decision to become a god in the Zixiao Palace was a major event that swept across the world, it still had no impact on the ordinary creatures in the ancient world.
??In other words, this influence has already included them, and it has begun slowly when no one is aware of it.
Human Dynasty: Shang. Capital City: Chaoge. Bigan, the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty, had a serious face. In the lobby, he kowtowed respectfully to the scroll of the Three Emperors enshrined on the hall table.
"The three emperors are above, and I kowtow to Bigan. I hope the three emperors will protect our great business and keep our business stable, and our country will be stable and last forever!"
After three hundred and ninety-nine kowtows of respect, a trace of relief finally appeared on Bigan's face, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
This is what he does every day after taking over the heavy responsibility from the late emperor and becoming the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty. Every time he knelt down and worshiped, he would add strength to his already abundant confidence, allowing him to face the hard work of the day with full confidence and work hard again for Dashang, a dynasty that he had dedicated nearly his whole life to.
But today, for the first time, he lost this feeling, replaced by fear and uneasiness. He is using this behavior to strengthen his confidence and eliminate his doubts.
Because something happened yesterday: King Zhou paid homage to Nuwa. Write a poem on the wall!
This is a great sin! The unforgivable sin!
Empress Nuwa is an ancient goddess! He is one of the saints in the heavens! He is also the creator of the human race! Even if King Zhou is the lord of Shang Tang and the emperor of the human race, he cannot do such a thing! If Empress Nuwa is furious, even if she destroys Shangtang, no one can say no!
???????????????????? Uneasy! Panic!
With all these complicated emotions in his heart, Bigan bowed to the statue of the Three Emperors for the first time with an attitude of begging for forgiveness!
He hoped that the Three Emperors could protect Dashang. Maintain the rule of the Shang Dynasty! He even had the slightest delusion, hoping that the Three Emperors could take action and completely erase the ridiculous things that happened today. Don¡¯t let Empress Nuwa know!
"I hopeI hope that Nuwa Empress doesn't find outeven if she finds out, she won't take it to heart"
After bowing to the image of the Three Emperors, he comforted himself for a moment and finally regained his composure. Leave the palace and go to the palace hall.
The Shang Dynasty has lasted for six hundred years. It has ruled the human race for as long as the terms of two three emperors put together. The vast territory and the number of people under its jurisdiction have long exceeded the term of any human emperor. Naturally, the earlier human capital could no longer meet the requirements of the great merchants, and the current human capital was built later. Whether it is King Zhou's private palace courtyard or the meeting hall, they are all huge. It is large enough to accommodate hundreds of officials talking freely.
Today was the same. Bigan stepped into the hall amidst the bows of hundreds of young people. He nodded in response and walked to the head of the queue, habitually closing his eyes and saying nothing.
In fact, this position should be the position of Wen Zhongwen, the elder of the three dynasties and the first of the grand masters. But now Wen Zhong sent troops to quell the rebellion in the north. So Bigan ranks first.
When Bigan noticed that the chatter in his ears suddenly disappeared and turned into silence, his heart moved and he immediately opened his eyes: Sure enough, King Zhou had appeared and was walking towards the throne.
King Zhou was a young king. He has a majestic figure. The muscles on his body swelled in all directions, and the explosive power visible to the naked eye emanated unabashedly. The steps he took up the steps and the palm holding the seal showed his unquestionable control of power. Especially those eyes that are full of light. Anyone who looks at these eyes can see the majestic businessman hidden behind!
The same goes for Bigan. The worry in his heart suddenly disappeared the moment he saw King Zhou: Maybe what happened yesterday was just a small episode, not worth mentioning at all, right? Will the Great Shang Dynasty, which has lasted for six hundred years, be led by King Zhou and march towards the millennium?
"Greetings to the king!"
Amid the surging voices, the young King Zhou laughed and waved: "Everyone, get up!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The ministers stood up and looked at the young king with admiration, waiting for his speech. And with the expectations of all his ministers, the young King Zhou did indeed speak.
"Well, everyone, I want a beautiful woman to be my concubine!" The young King Zhou waved his hand and said very relaxedly: "Send Jizhou Hou Suhu his daughter!"
There was suddenly silence in the main hall. No one expected that King Zhou's first words would be this. What I didn't even expect was the content of this sentence.
After a long while, one of the ministers hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, that is Jizhou Hou Suhu, uh, is there something wrong?"
Although the Jizhou Marquis was entrusted by the great merchants, they actually only accepted the leadership of the great merchants in name.
When the human race was first born, the first human emperor Huangtian created a power model in which the central capital of the human race and the tribes coexisted. The central capital governed everything in the human race, while the tribal leaders managed each tribe. This is the most original and most orthodox model. For thousands of years, the human race has been inheriting this model.
By the time of the Great Shang Dynasty, although the names were different, this was actually the same thing. Although Jizhou Hou Suhu was granted a title by Dashang, he himself was the leader of Jizhou. As for major matters, they are bound by the rules passed down by the human race for thousands of years. Only the orders of the great merchants must be followed, but offering a daughter as a concubine is really impossible.
"Gu is the emperor of Shang Dynasty and the emperor of the human race. What's wrong with this move?" King Zhou suddenly slapped the case and stood up, his eyes bursting with cold light, and roared: "You mean, Gu's strength is not enough to subdue Su Hu? He Su Hu If you don¡¯t want to surrender to the Great Shang, or to me, do you want to rebel?!¡±
The young minister was greatly frightened, and hurriedly knelt down, kowtowed, and shouted, "I never meant this! I just made a slip of the tongue! I made a slip of the tongue!"
King Zhou showed no mercy and said: "Drag him out! Give him thirty lashes!"
So some guards entered the palace and dragged the young minister out. In an instant, there were painful cries.
King Zhou glanced at the ministers, narrowed his eyes, and said: "Is there anything wrong with doing this alone?"
The ministers were silent, not daring to say anything. So King Zhou dropped a word and walked away.
"In order to convey the meaning of the orphan, Su Hu is asked to present his daughter to the imperial court and enter the harem as a concubine!"
The ministers looked at each other, speechless, and finally looked helplessly at Bigan, who was standing in the first place. After watching for a long time, a young minister finally plucked up the courage to step forward to ask, but saw the Grand Master, who had stiffened since King Zhou began to speak and had a cold face, suddenly turned around and left the hall with a purple look on his face. All the young ministers could only look at each other, wondering what was going on.
They didn¡¯t know that Bigan left the hall without saying a word, left the palace, returned home, and knelt before the image of the Three Emperors. His forehead was firmly pressed to the ground, but he didn't lift it up.
"The king has changed! The king has changed!"
"That look! The darkness in the depths of the eyes! It's definitely not the original king!"
"The body is still the same, the soul is still the same, but only the will, and the will is no longer the same!"
Bigan was trembling all over and could not speak. When King Zhou said those words, he discovered the change in King Zhou. After the farce, his whole body was as stiff as a stone pillar, as cold as ten thousand years of ice, and he could not move.
He vaguely saw that the future of Dashang suddenly darkened and even disappeared!
He is terrified!
However, at this moment, a sigh sounded.
"Alasyou can't blame him for this!"
Bigan looked up in shock, only to see Emperor Fuxi in the center of the scroll of Three Emperors suddenly come to life, sighing and speaking!
Sorry everyone, something happened yesterday, so I couldn¡¯t update or notify you.
In order to stabilize everyone's hearts and avoid thinking that I am cheating, I have a message: the game field is about to end. It is expected to be before the year.
Yes, it is like that. (To be continued)
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