When night fell, the firewood tower on the court began to ignite, and the light oil refined from coal tar was slight. The flames instantly engulfed the entire firewood tower at a speed. The scared temple masters who ignited the fire retreated repeatedly. When they saw the flames so fast, they cheered loudly. It was unlucky for the sacrificial sacrifice not to burn fire. The bigger the fire, the more prosperous the country would be.

The court was lightning fire. Because the sacrifice had not yet begun, people could only look around the sides of the court. In the crowd, the moon wrapped in Gui Que's arms pointed at the tallest lightning fire and shouted, while Xiang Chao beside Gui Que could only look at it. He was not the lightning fire, but the moon. The beauty, or the beauty of Zhao Guo who is famous all over the world, could not help but not look at it.

"It is said that the king will preside over the priest?" Zeng Jue, who rushed back from Chengyang, asked. As the eldest son of Zeng Xia, the Yin of Xiyang, he also presided over the small sacrifice, but how grand the lavender of a country is. The king presided over the age of a young man. Everyone who heard about it thought he did not believe it.

"When the king was born, five stars were connected to the sky. Sikong said: This is a sign of the saint coming to the world. He also said: If you make a king, you will prosper." Guique was in his arms, but he did not notice Xiang Chao's envy. He was born in Yingdu. He heard much more rumors than Zeng Jue and Xiang Chao.

"Ah?" Xiang Chao was stunned, "Is this really the case?"

"It is true that everyone in Yingdu knows this." Gui Zhi firmly believed that he could not understand those impossible things without this. When he rushed towards the Qin cavalry that day, he didn't think much about it. When he fell off his horse and fought again, he felt cold. He felt a little sad: the Chu army was going to be defeated, but the final result was that the Chu army won!

There are many different opinions in the army. Some say that Xiang's army defeated the Qin army and won the side, some say that the left army defeated the Qin army and won the right army in front of each other, some say that the right army defeated the Qin army and won the central army. The most common ones are that the king personally led the prince's soldiers to defeat the Qin army and won the central army. At that time, how to shoot Jing crossbows, how strong men threw fire bullets, and how the palace armor defeated the enemy, were prepared in detail, and were vivid.

At this time, the Chu and Qin armies were temporarily on the verge of fighting and retreated three houses. All the soldiers who had made meritorious in the army went to Yingdu and were personally rewarded by the king. When they came to Ying, they did see the meritorious soldiers of the Left Army Chen and the two divisions, as well as the meritorious soldiers of the Xiang army, and the Wu and Yue divisions. It seemed that there were many meritorious soldiers who rushed to Yingdu for any rumored victory.

"Why can't you see the king?" Chen Qie, who was holding the sword in his arms on the other side of the court, looked around and couldn't find the king at all. Not only did he hold the sword tightly, he also had to move when he met someone, for fear that others would not know that he was holding the five-foot sword.

"The king must be in the palace." Chen Ao, who was honest, also held a sword in his arms like him, but he would not show off. He was the first time he came to Yingdu in his life, but he only felt that Yingdu was more prosperous and lively than Chen County.

"Two heroes, today's La Festival, the king of your country should be in the social hall." Xia Yang, who was gentle and kind, also looked at the Chu people from the court. He was standing beside him with a bodyguard, Ei Lai. Ei Lai only stared at the sword in the arms of the two people, wishing he could snatch the sword.

"Your country?" Although Chen Qie is a commoner, he is a commoner in Chen County. Chen County has important transportation locations and many merchants, and he is more knowledgeable than ordinary scholars. He said that the people in your country are definitely not from Chu. Look at Xia Yang's outfit: The scholars are not like scholars, and merchants are not like merchants. He scratched his head, "Are you... a native of Wei?"

"Haha, even if it is not successful, it is not far away." Xia Yang, a Qin man, likes to let others guess which country he is the most, so that he can find the undetectable traces of Qin on his body. "A hero guesses again."

"I am not a strong man, I am a famous scholar of the Chu army." Chen Qiwen said in a slight manner, and then patted the sword in his arms, quite contented. "If it is either Han or Wei, then you must be a Han person."

"Haha." Xia Yang laughed again, and he pretended to be curious: "A hero is a hero. How dare you ask what a hero is a hero?"

"You don't know about Yushi?" Chen Qi looked at him in surprise, and then thought that he was a foreigner, and said relievedly: "You are a Korean, you should not know." When he was about to explain in detail what Yushi is, someone in the crowd shouted, "The king is here."

The court was very wide, and although there was a fire, the king was a few hundred steps away. People on both sides saw a man who looked like a king and many witches walked out of the gate, walked through the court, and entered the community. There was a drum and music masterpiece in the community, and soon the song came out. The scholars who had read books knew that it was singing and sacrificial songs, and the common people who had not read books could only listen to a sound.

Just listen to the excitement outside the community, Xiong Jing, who was in the community, was focused on the sacrifices under the attention of many witches. It is not wrong at all. This is his warning to himself. If he is wrong and neglected the gods, it will not bring disaster to the State of Chu. However, the sacrifice ceremony is not completed well, and the nobles in the counties and towns below will definitely blame him for this.

"The earth is against its home,

The water returns to its valley.

Don't make insects,

The plants and trees return to their greed”

Among the ancient tunes, the sacrificial songs sung in the voice of children are full of hope. Because through the curtain, you can't see who was singing the nobles and officials instantly petrified. The sacrifices have always been supported by the people who have crowned, and those who have not crowned are at most watching to understand the procedures of the sacrifice. The previous king died and the new king was young. This la sacrifice should have been presided over by the Sanlu doctor Qu Sui, but now the presided over is the king, and it is actually the king!

In the underground palace, only Xiong and Xiong Jing danced. At this time, there were still dozens of boys selected from the nobles and many witches dancing around the two. The people who sacrificed their sacrifice did not feel any difference. The bystanders stared at the man with a mask and singing the sacrifice, his figure, manner, and voice were completely the king. The king's priest shocked them, but what was even more shocked was the political significance of this move:

The country's major events are only sacrifices and Rong. The battle of Qingshui means that the king is not inferior to anyone who has a crown, and can already engage in military affairs. Does presiding over the La Festival mean that the king can also engage in sacrifices? Since both sacrifices and Rong can take responsibility, the king...

The result of pushing this way is very scary. This is unprecedented and unethical.

The sacrifice is underway, and there is no mistake at all. When the sacrifice is over, the previous horror of the nobles and officials is hidden deep in their hearts. When they bow to Xiongjing again, everyone has a little more piousness in their hearts.

"Summon! The envoy of Ouyue met with him;

Call! Envoys from Fujian and Yue to meet;

Call! Envoys from the South China Sea to meet;

Summon! The envoy of Luoyue met with him;

Call! The envoy from Xiou met with him;

Call! Miao envoys to meet with him;

Call! Envoys from Gui Kingdom to meet;

Call! Birdman messengers to meet;

Call! The envoy from Minshen meets you

…”

After the sacrifice, a series of summoning orders were spit out from the mouths of the bride. The tribal envoys, a total of 48 envoys, were summoned to Taishe. Except for the four small countries established by the descendants of the King of Yue Wujiang, the emperor, and the emperor, the emperor, were mostly Baiyue barbarians. According to the example: every year during the La Festival, each ethnic group would send envoys to the Chu State with tributes. The tributes were numerous and complex, some were special products of the tribe, and some were designated by the Chu State.

In the Battle of Chu and Qin, Chu State won and Qin State was defeated. Some barbarians who were close quickly increased their tribute to show respect. Some far away set out before they heard of the great defeat of Chu State in Jiangyi, so there was no need to reduce their tribute. Generally speaking, the tribute this year was more than last year, and the humility of the envoy was even worse than last year.

"No gift!" After more than thirty envoys paid homage to Xiong Jing, they presented gift lists to Yin in turn. The Miao envoys were the most special. In addition to the tribute, they also offered the gentle wind of escaping back to the tribe.

Xiong Jing couldn't understand the words of the Miao people. After the messenger chatted, Yin Yin said, "Tell the king: The Miao people said that Lifeng offended the king, but their clan did not know that the Miao soldiers were deceived by Lifeng."

The population of Chu State is about three million, but how many people are south of Chu State? No one knows. The historical materials known to later generations are: "The envoy Wei Tu Sui sent 500,000 soldiers... (Baiyue) attacked the Qin people at night and defeated them. Kill Wei Tu Sui, and buried his corpse and bleed hundreds of thousands of them."

"How many Dingkous do your clan have?" Xiong Jing didn't want to talk about the matter of refining the wind. What he is concerned about now is how many people there are in the south of Chu State.

"Our tribe," the Miao people were adjacent to the Gui Kingdom, Xiou, and there were attacks between the tribes from time to time. How many people could not hide it? The messenger stammered for a long time and said a number: "Twenty thousand people." Then he said: "Twenty thousand people."

"How many people can fight?" Xiong Jing asked again.

"Tell the king that the Miao people said that their tribe, men, women, young and old, were all wary people." Yin Yin replied.

"The world is in war, and I am worried that you will be involved in it and cannot protect yourself, so I think..." Xiong Jing said about the things Yan Chao had discussed with a smile. "First, starting next year, soldiers and armor and copper and iron tools will be sold to all ethnic groups;"

Some of the envoys could understand the elegant language, while others could not understand the elegant language, but most of the envoys could understand the elegant language. The armor and copper and iron tools were originally controlled materials, but only a small amount of rewards were given, and they were never sold to the barbarians. Now the new king of Chu actually agreed to sell it.

The envoys were surprised and thought they were wrong. Xiong Jing said again: "The war was not enough, but military armor was needed. Therefore, the second is that the king allowed all tribes to condemn their legitimate sons to enter Chu and learn formation warfare and military tactics; third is that all tribes have or have no skills, and all tribes are allowed to send craftsmen to enter Chu and learn the skills of hundreds of crafts."

The messengers were so shocked that they had no words. Before they could thank them, an old minister rushed out, "You must not!"

"Yes, the king must not!" There are nobles and officials, and they all advise Xiong Jing not to do so.

"King, if you teach the formation and war, the barbarians will cause trouble in the future." An Lingjun insisted that he was the Jing party, and shouted the loudest among the many opposition voices. He had no fiefdom, but he also had a share in the entire Chu State.

"Great misunderstanding!" Xiong Jing shouted. "All ethnic groups pay tribute every year, and they are all loyal to our Chu State. Why is there any chaos?" Seeing that An Lingjun wanted to say something again, he even said, "This is a decision made by Yan Dynasty. You must do it. You must retreat!"

The Yan Dynasty's discussion was a discussion of an important minister. After hearing this, the people present couldn't help but consider it. Although An Lingjun was unwilling to leave, he had to retreat.
Chapter completed!