The north wind blows slowly, and the flags are dancing.
Chang Ge is like a linked, magnificent song.
Outside Wancheng, tens of thousands of soldiers wearing armor and holding halberds formed several neat square formations. The soldiers held their heads high and looked at the high platform erected in front of them.
There was a middle-aged man standing on the high platform. He had a resolute expression and bright eyes. He held a sword in his left hand and his eyes swept over the soldiers below.
"Hey, wait until I train the soldiers again in the past few days, and then they will advance into Guanzhong. Where will there be a few beauties! And the throne of the King of Guanzhong!" The middle-aged man looked at the soldiers below , remembering King Huai's agreement, the corners of his mouth cracked into a perfect arc, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
What he doesn¡¯t know is that history has quietly changed at this time. Above the nine heavens, a tiny star has quietly undergone some changes.
Crowded with people and tigers like a forest, a high platform made of wood stood proudly on Xianyang East Street. Countless powerful soldiers in black armor stood around the high platform. Thousands of people gathered on the street, and they kept whispering. They were talking and pointing at the soldiers.
"Stop arguing, it's coming, it's coming! Look!" Someone exclaimed, and the chaotic crowd immediately fell silent, and their eyes immediately turned to the west.
"The king has arrived, the people should stay away!" A group of imperial guards trotted over and drove the people to both sides of the street. A wide passage soon appeared on the street.
A dragon chariot pulled by six horses of the same color came slowly, escorted by countless imperial guards. Behind it were dozens of officials wearing official uniforms of the Qin Dynasty, following closely behind.
Ziying glanced at the curious people on both sides of the street through the curtain, and nodded lightly. Today is the third day after he ascended the throne. Right here, he is about to issue a great edict, which will be passed down to future generations. A praising edict.
Faced with such a rotten situation, can this edict have any effect?
While Ziying was thinking, the dragon chariot stopped.
"The king has arrived, kneel down!" A sharp voice pierced the sky and went straight to the nine heavens.
Just after the sound stopped, the people on the street and the soldiers fell to their knees in an instant. With the help of Han Tan, Ziying slowly walked out of the dragon chariot.
Although the high platform is made of giant wood, it does not look rough. On the contrary, at first glance, it is quite imposing, showing a sense of solemnity and grandeur.
With the help of Han Tan, Ziying slowly climbed onto the high platform. He glanced at the people kneeling in the darkness below and sighed in his heart.
"Damn, this feels so good!" Ziying muttered as he watched this scene. Although his voice was very low, Han Tan could still hear it clearly, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly. So a few times.
"Han Tan, let's start!" At this moment, Ziying opened his lips slightly and softly uttered these words.
"Here!"
Han Tan immediately took out an imperial edict from his arms and read it loudly.
"The King of Qin issued an edict: Since I came to the throne, I have been in fear, trembling and frightened, for fear that a slight slack would ruin the Qin River.
I think back then, from the founding of the country by our ancestor Xianggong, the reform of Xiaogong, and the strengthening of the country by Mu Gong, Qin gradually became a big country from a small country on the western frontier, and was gradually valued by the people of Guandong. When the first emperor came to the throne, he destroyed the six countries, established the Qin Dynasty, and promoted the majesty of the Qin Dynasty. How could it be possible? How majestic and majestic!
How proud are the people of our great Qin State! But now, with the current situation, wars and wars are raging all over the world, our Qin Dynasty has lost its former glory, and our Qin people no longer have the glory and pride of the past.
The autumn wind is rustling, and the Great Qin is majestic. I will soon lead the heroes of the Great Qin to the front to fight in order to promote the glory of our Great Qin. However, I cannot let go of the people of my Great Qin, and I cannot let go of the honest and simple people of our Great Qin.
Therefore, today I issued an edict that even though the country will no longer exist, we must still show compassion to the people of Qin.
Therefore, I declare to the people of Qin: From today on, all people living in poverty can receive money and food from our Qin. I have ordered the officials to count the number of people and the distribution will be made in a few days. "
After reading the edict, Han Tan had tears in his eyes. He secretly looked at Ziying next to him and nodded lightly. Qin will never die, so he thought in his heart.
And at this moment, "Long live the king, long live the king!" "Your Majesty!?,Long live, long live long live! "
There were chaotic shouts from the crowd. In the eyes of some people, King Qin was still the emperor, and the greatest emperor in history. They believed that calling him King Qin was no longer enough to express their admiration.
The common people are actually the most simple. Whoever can give them good things and make them live a good life will be the eternal king and emperor in their hearts.
With the edict, Xianyang was boiling, the people were boiling, and even the sky that was originally covered by dark clouds became exceptionally clear.
With great courage and generosity, some officials who originally opposed King Qin's actions were filled with admiration. Faced with the King who loved and cared for Baixin so much, they felt love, love, and nothing else.
An old man in the crowd looked at Ziying on the stage, his mouth slightly opened, and a complicated smile appeared on his face.
Just when the people in Xianyang were excited, a convoy consisting of dozens of carriages was heading south, with countless people wearing civilian clothes sitting in the vehicles.
In front and behind the motorcade, there were countless people wearing tattered clothes who were crowding around the motorcade. No one paid attention to this strange sight, and no one paid attention to it.
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