Chapter 4 wedge

"Sweating profusely..." "The Great Khan..." "Long live the sweat—long live..." The sound as loud as a thunder surged up and down like mountains and seas, and the repeated overlapping of echoes resounded with a majestic momentum between the heaven and the earth; this is the valiant and high-spirited sixty thousand banner soldiers walking on the snow in unison. The cheers lasted for a long time, and the sound spread several miles away, shaking the mountains so much that they almost shook. These 60,000 banner soldiers are all well-armored and radiant. They march forward in neat steps, forming a magnificent team. In front of the team are eight flags, which are square and have four colors. , which are yellow, red, blue and white four positive flags and four bordered flags with yellow background with red border, red background with white border, blue background with red border and white background with red border; , cheering all the way forward, leaving clear footprints on the snow.

Beautiful, white snowflakes are falling from the sky, dancing in the wind like catkins; in the first month of spring, there is a vast and renewed atmosphere in the world, showing the vigorous vitality of all things in the universe; The white snow has become the northeast of the glazed world, and in the boundless silvery white, there is an atmosphere of joy and encouragement everywhere; especially where the team of 60,000 banner soldiers passes by, the majestic sound waves and bright flags And the passionate blood surging in the hearts of 60,000 people is even more intertwined with an atmosphere that is like opening up the world.

This is a special day, and the cheers of the crowd represent a special meaning, symbolizing that a new era is coming. Not long after, the 60,000 bannermen walked to the square in front of the main hall, stood still, and the well-trained bannermen immediately lined up in a neat row under the leadership of their banner masters, and then issued a thunderous cry Cheers: "Long live the sweat..." The voice immediately spread to the main hall, and every person who was waiting to stand in the main hall had joy on their faces, and they seemed to be even more flushed and extremely excited.

Inspired by this atmosphere, the four big Beile Daishan, Amin, Mang Gurtai, and Huang Taiji who were originally standing in one place lowered their heads and discussed quietly for a while. Then, represented by the big Beile Daishan, The five ministers in the row inquired: "Would you also invite Baylor of the Eight Banners to come to the palace?" The five ministers exchanged glances, but all of them readily agreed; so, represented by E Yidu, he replied: "Yes." In an instant, the Eight Banners Baylor was added to the hall, making it even more lively; this hall is a wooden building with thick white wooden pillars and white stone steps. But in this simplicity and austerity faintly reveals the arrogance of pioneering the world, especially on this special day, the atmosphere of this palace makes people feel that it is as big as the sky.

Everyone was waiting in this palace brimming with joy, and finally, the time had come. The music sounded, the bells and drums rang together, and a solemn and solemn atmosphere immediately rose around, and the officials waiting to stand immediately fell silent, and stood one by one with their heads bowed, respectfully welcoming. In the midst of the music, under the leadership of the servant, the beloved Khan appeared. He wears a sable hat and braids; he has a long face, a darker complexion, long eyebrows, a pair of red phoenix eyes, a big and straight nose, and a short beard around his lips; Wearing a yellow robe and brocade clothes, a silver and silk gold belt around the waist, and buckskin black thorn shoes, the steps are deep and powerful, and the whole body exudes a majestic and resolute demeanor. This extraordinary demeanor is admirable. .

"Long live the sweat—long live..." As soon as he appeared, thunderous cheers resounded from all around. Baylor and the ministers who were standing in the hall also knelt down together, echoing the cheers of the crowd, praising: "The Great Khan is wise—— Long live……" So, amidst the bowing down of the officials and the cheers of 60,000 bannermen, he ascended to the throne, accepting the support and worship of the subjects inside and outside the hall. The emotions of the cheering crowd were soaring to the extreme, and the shouts echoed in the sky and the earth, and they would not go away for a long time; but sitting on the throne, under the impact of such a huge sound wave, thousands of warm currents surged in his heart , converging into a strong emotion, which made his whole body boil with enthusiasm; so, he slowly stood up from the throne, stretched out his arms, conveyed his inner emotion to the crowd, and said in his mouth: "Okay——— Everyone is flat!"

After he finished speaking, he sat down slowly, and the Baylors and ministers in the hall resumed their standing postures according to the order, and they were on both sides of the hall; then, the eight ministers came out of the class and knelt down in front of the throne. They all raised their books over the top and presented them in front of his seat. The two guards, Adumbaksh and Erdeni, immediately stepped forward from behind the throne, and respectfully took over the letter that Eyidu held high in his hand. The epoch-making moment finally arrived. Baylor, the ministers and the majestic 60,000 flag soldiers outside the hall were all waiting silently with bated breath.

Tranquility, majesty, and desolation—the world seems to have an unusual atmosphere for this moment of history creation. The snowflakes drifted by, making the eight flags standing in the snow more vivid and gorgeous; Zhenghuang, Bordered Yellow, True Red, Bordered Red, True Blue, Bordered Blue, True White, Bordered White... In the main hall, Erdeni was kneeling solemnly and respectfully in front of the throne to read out the inscription; his voice was clear and loud, and he pronounced the words clearly, and he read out word by word, and the sonorous voice went straight to the hearts of everyone in the hall.

Especially for him who was sitting high on the throne, his heart was surging with torrents and huge flames were burning, and the blood flowing throughout his body seemed to have reached boiling point. "Superbly powerful, for the country and for the people..." Erdeni's voice spread like a bell: "Supported by the whole people—that is, please enter the title of 'Recovering the World's Yingming Khan'..." "Cultivating the Great Khan of the Nations..." Erdeni read this, and the officials in the hall immediately echoed, and they shouted the title of praise in unison; the voice spread outside the hall, and the sixty thousand banner soldiers on the snow ground also Immediately they shouted in unison: "The Wise Khan of Recovering the Nations——The Wise Khan of Recovering the Nations..."

The voices of 60,000 people merged into a force like the Yangtze River. Such a unison call represented their sincere hearts; he was deeply shocked, sitting tall, his gaze could be from near to far Seeing his subjects and troops one by one, and hearing their voices with his own ears, at this moment, his heart beat to convey a voice: he will lead these people to Kangzhuang——his heart Telling himself, his eyes turned a little red unconsciously, and they were slightly damp and hot; he was inexplicably moved, and at the same time he realized that the responsibility is heavy, and the road ahead is long, and at this moment, he has a thousand words to say.

However, he had no time to take care of his own voice; the ceremony was in progress, waiting for him to complete all the ceremonies—so, he stood up slowly from the throne again, got off his seat, and stepped down the steps. The guards had already prepared the incense table, and when he got off his seat, the ceremony of burning incense to proclaim to heaven was held immediately; then, he led Baylor and the ministers in the hall to kneel three times and kowtow nine times. "God bless our country, the country's fortune is prosperous..." He muttered silently in his heart, praying devoutly; the surroundings were filled with a dignified atmosphere, and the officials behind him followed him to salute, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, praying for the country and the people. The sound of bells and drums sounded again, echoing melodiously in the surroundings, bringing a sense of loftiness and hope—he slowly stood up amidst the sound of music, picked up the steps again, and boarded the throne . The guards quickly came over and removed the incense table, and then all the Baylor and ministers returned to their positions and congratulated him: "Congratulations to the wise Khan who has given birth to all nations—Long live the Great Khan! Long live!" The 60,000 banner soldiers outside the hall also began to shout: "Long live the sweat! Long live!" He sat still, accepting the cheers of the crowd; at such an eternal moment, what he felt was an unprecedented excitement, but he tried his best to keep calm, with a peaceful smile on his face, After the ministers and the flag soldiers finished shouting Long Live three times, he began to say a simple sentence to the courtiers: "My Jurchens established a country as early as my ancestors, and the country name at that time was 'Jin'; those who are descendants of people should not forget their ancestors, Therefore, when we rebuild our country today, we should still use 'gold' as the title of the country!" As he said that, he paused, glanced at the officials one by one, and then continued to say to them: "As for me, I have been supported by you as the wise emperor of all countries, and the fate of the people is the fate of heaven. In fact, I was appointed by the heavens and supported by the people as the Son of Heaven, therefore, my year title should be 'Tianming', and today is the first year of Tianming..." The enthronement and enthronement ceremonies are completed, and the historic key moment has also become an eternity in the history. Snowflakes are still flying between the sky and the earth, and under the cover of the snowflakes, the world presents a white, flawless, and magnificent perfection; the crowd dispersed, and everything returned to tranquility. He, who had just been honored by Kundulun Khan as the wise emperor of all countries, was sitting quietly in the hall, looking at the snow scene outside from a distance through the window; looking at the snow, his heart was even clearer—— — This is his habit for many years. He is not afraid of the cold, and even likes the cold when it snows; moreover, looking at the snow, it seems that all the distracting thoughts in his heart have been washed away by the clean snow, making his heart Returning to Lingming, clearing his mind... He was still holding a scroll in his hand, which was drafted by Fei Yingdong and other five ministers. He had already read it, but he still wanted to think about it carefully. Read it carefully... I have heard that in ancient times, in the world of governance, the rulers were bright and ministers were good, and they helped each other with one heart.Auspiciousness descends from the sky, and Xiuhe arrives.If you are sincere and sincere, you will work hard to govern, the heart of heaven will be blessed, and the spirit of the earth will also be in harmony.To be a king, one has to uphold fairness and honesty and abandon one's own selfishness.The sky is selfless, and the four seasons are in order; the earth is selfless, and all things happen; the people and kings are selfless, and common things are reasonable, and the bottom is successful.Those who raise a big country can establish discipline with sincerity, and give both education and education, then the heaven, earth and gods will be in harmony with each other, and all the people will love them; it is not difficult to equalize the state and achieve the emperor's way!And self-cultivation is the same as governing the family and governing the country. The way is the same. If one is dedicated to self-cultivation, then the ruler’s morality will be clear; , and nothing more than this, the way to govern is only in one of the king's hearts! After reading it, he unconsciously smiled knowingly, and said to himself: "The only way to govern is in one of the king's hearts—what a Fei Yingdong!" He understood them—Fei Yingdong, E Yidu, He Heli, An Feiyanggu, and Hu Erhan, these five ministers were all partners who followed him to fight the world when they were less than twenty years old. Over the past few years, they have put in a lot of effort, both on the battlefield and in political affairs, and have made great contributions to the founding of the country-but, unexpectedly, at this time, they drafted the decree to Zhu Baylor and ministers for him. The opportunity reminded him of his responsibility once again. "The way to govern—a long way to go!" He thought silently; they were all loyal ministers, and at this moment, he tactfully put forward such a sentence to him-of course the intention was to remind and look forward to! At this point, a tinge of relief rose in his heart—after all, he did not misunderstand these brothers who are like brothers. Not only are they not sycophants who sing praises, but they remind him from time to time, even like whips admonished him: Being supported by the masses—accepting the mission entrusted to him by heaven—as an emperor, his responsibilities will be even heavier in the future. The cheers and congratulations of the crowd at the ceremony, all kinds of voices are still lingering in my ears, every voice is a kind of expectation, from the respect and love in the hearts of the masses; it is also a force that urges him to complete his mission. "You can't let them down—you can't let God down..." He said to himself silently.Then, he put down the manuscript in his hand, walked to the window, and stared at the snow scene outside the window. What appeared in the snow scene was a vast expanse of purity and perfection, a vast expanse of whiteness, which made his heart relax and his thoughts clear. The voice from the ceremony just now seemed to return to his ears from this tranquility: "Long live the sweat—— Long live..." However, amidst the overwhelming cheers, there seemed to be a thin and curling voice, which could be distinguished carefully, but it was: "Nurhachi—Nurhachi!" Suddenly, his heart twitched as if being stabbed. "Nurhachi!" This voice seemed to come from the snow——but, "Nurhachi", his name, it had been a long time since anyone called his name directly, and when he heard it suddenly, it really went straight to the depths of his heart! "Nurhachi..." He couldn't help saying the name himself, and at that moment, the tide of the past came back to him; he never forgot all the ups and downs and bitterness of the past , and the long series of blood and tears intertwined, the years of hard struggle... "Nurhachi", the name means a warrior - a person who has the courage to fight against fate and the environment.

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