A gust of breeze blew past, like a scurrying cat, caressing the murals in the hall. It rang the wind chimes in the corner of the room, and also stirred the king's thoughts. The wind chimes were long, and the words of the knowledgeable elder were old and powerful, and the lingering sound was in the empty space.
It echoed in the palace, gradually dissipated in the wind, and even fell into the heart of the king.
Hearing Jatiri's comment on the painting method of the mural, Shulot was stunned and looked at the most trustworthy warrior captain with a questioning expression.
Bertard has always been calm, but at this time, his eyes were rare. He was born as a civilian and spent half of his life in the army. He was really knowledgeable about painting and art, but he didn't know anything about it. Shuluo
Te did not go to a priest school, and the priestly education he received was incomplete, and it was not much better. The two warriors who were good at fighting looked at each other for a moment, and then the warrior leader whispered in a complicated tone.
"Your Highness, I have recorded that the painters did come from three places... As the sage said, the first two batches came from the Holy City of the Alliance and Lake West. The third batch of painters came from Mixtec."
The young king frowned slightly. He stood up from the seat, half turned around, and looked at the mural in front of him to hide his changing expression.
In the political system of the alliance, the holy city of Teotihuacan has been ruled by a branch of the Mexica royal family for three or four generations. The holy city and the family are connected by blood and culture. It is the center of the alliance and the capital in the lake.
One of the most trusted direct descendants. Ascapochalco on the west side of Lake Texcoco is the old capital of the Tepanec people. The Tepanec people and the Mexica people are both of the same Nahua people, and have been married for generations and have faith.
Interconnected. After half a century of integration under the "will" of the Lord God, they have now been fully integrated into the Mexica ethnic group. Both city-states are loyal members of the alliance. They respond to the call and obey the orders, and are regarded as members of the alliance.
"one's own people".
The Mixtecs in the south are different. Although the Mixtecs surrendered to the Mexica Alliance under the conquest of Montezuma I, they pay tribute on time every year, and have been vassals of the Alliance for nearly twenty years. However, the Alliance
Control of the Mixtec people still only maintains military deterrence and collection of tribute. The Mixtec Alliance has always maintained a completely independent political system, semi-autonomous diplomatic powers, and unique cloud beliefs.
.They formed an alliance with the Zapotecs and secretly resisted the influence of the Alliance's penetration, let alone being assimilated by the Alliance.
"The Mixtecs... they are far away, have a long history, and have unique culture and beliefs. In the field of art, they are indeed different from the other alliance ministries."
Xiulote pondered for a moment, regained control of his expression, and then sat down again. He looked at Jatiri, and instead of answering the other person's question, he asked with a smile.
"In the face of the elders, I should ask for advice frankly. The direct lineage of the Holy City, the backbone of Huxi, and the vassal of the south. The governance of these three alliances is indeed different. I wonder what the sage can teach me? With the tribes of Prepecha,
How is it relevant?”
Facing the young king's question, Jatiri smiled slightly. The wrinkles on his face stretched like waves, his eyes shone like lake water, and his mouth spoke loudly like waves.
"Your Highness, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
"Of course it is the truth! I seek advice from sages. No matter what it is, I only take what is beneficial. If it is beneficial to politics, I will definitely reward you!"
"Your Highness's mind is as broad as a bear's head!"
Hearing this, Jatiri praised loudly, and then continued to laugh.
"Your Highness, at my age, I don't ask for any rewards. I just hope to do something that will benefit the people of the ethnic group... On the one hand, governing political affairs depends on how the ruler treats the people. What is involved is nothing more than the number of points.
Waiting for people, the number of people in each class, how many privileges they have, how much tribute they collect, and how the people below can move up. Then there are how to deal with disasters in bad years; how to deal with war and turmoil... these things
, are all decided by His Highness, which tests the level of the governor and also depends on the actions of the executor."
Shulot thought for a moment and nodded.
"The Prepecha people are my people. They are the foundation of the kingdom and the green leaves on the towering sacred tree. I will be kind and treat the Mexicans equally! As for the ranks of nobles, warriors and commoners, the taxation
Proportion, I have my own plan, and I will not treat the civilians of Prepecha harshly."
"Your Highness, you spread your wings like an eagle and soar with the world in your heart. The people of Prepecha are willing to be your wings!"
Jatiri lowered his head and saluted solemnly. Then, he looked serious and said solemnly.
"Relying on the Pyramid of Acata, heaven and earth are connected with each other. The sky looks at the earth, exerting thunder and rain; the earth also looks at the sky, raising clouds and mountains. The interaction between heaven and earth, another aspect of governance, is how the people view the rulers
.The most direct way is to respond to the attitude of the ruler."
Hearing this, a familiar words came to mind. Xiulote thought for a moment and suddenly remembered Chief Tarasco and the old militiamen. He said with some emotion.
"Heaven and earth interact, and the king and his subjects correspond. The king regards them as loving brothers and sisters, and they regard the king as a reliable parent; the king regards them as humble weeds, and they can naturally regard the king as their enemy."
Hearing this, Jatiri was startled. He opened his deep eyes and carefully looked at the young king again, and then said deeply.
"Your Highness, your kindness is rare, but it needs to be used sparingly and only in appropriate places. The words you just said can come from the mouths of poets or nobles, but they should not be spoken by kings."
"How the people view their rulers is like how weeds view the sacred trees. They observe the colors of the trees and find that they are similar to themselves, thus creating a close relationship. This is the appearance, customs and habits of the ethnic group.
They listened to the wind blowing through the leaves, just like the rustling on the tips of the grass. This is a similar language, words that can be communicated, and also graphic words that communicate with each other.
They follow the natural order. They are born in spring, lush in summer, and withered in autumn, but only the sacred tree remains green all year round. This is the law that the people follow, and only the king's will is above all else.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! They looked up at the height of the sacred tree and found that it went straight into the clouds and was where the gods lived. This is the common belief, respect for the king, and respect for the gods.
worship...
Customs, language, laws, beliefs, these have all been planned by His Highness. From the rumors of the changes in the Mexica Alliance in the past two years, and from the traces of His Highness's arrangements in the past few months, I know that His Highness has a certain plan in his heart.
A tall and clear sacred tree."
Having said this, the knowledgeable elder smiled with deep meaning on his face again.
"But when the weeds get taller and more numerous, they need new ties. This bond is not exposed, but hidden deep in the heart, underground where the weeds gather. There must be something underground
The spreading root system connects everyone! They feel the roots of the sacred tree and trace the origin of life, thus knowing that they originally fell off the sacred tree and are children of the same origin as the sacred tree. They are in time
China was conceived together, and the sacred tree should be a whole, and should live and die together!...
Ancient myths will be dusted by a long time, and barren people's hearts will be blinded by the vague history. Someone has to stand up and tell the inheritance to all people...At this point, the old man may be able to help."
"The roots of the connection form a whole...the telling of myth and history?...Good, very good! This is exactly the future I hope for!"
Shulot thought for a moment, and then he became energetic. He leaned forward, held Jatiri's old hands, and looked into the other person's eyes sincerely.
"Please help me, sage!"
Facing the king's sincere request for help, the smile on Jatiri's face finally spread. His eyes were full of smiles and he asked deeply again.
"Is the whole thing that His Highness hopes for the delicious mushrooms in the pine trees, or the tall pine trees themselves? Is it one generation at a time, or is it difficult for generations to come?"
"What I ask for is naturally for all peoples in the world!"
The young king answered sonorously and forcefully without hesitation.
"Okay! Then let us start from eons ago, from a long time ago, and tell a long-lasting and credible story. Your Highness, do you still remember the purpose of inviting me here today?"
"The epic of the Prepecha people?"
Shulot paused and said thoughtfully.
"The ancient books and murals are all well preserved in the stone castles surrounding the palace."
"Your Highness, in that case, why don't we talk while walking?"
Hearing this, the young king nodded. He stood up calmly and took Jatiri's arm again. This time, the knowledgeable elder smiled and calmly allowed the king to support him. The two walked side by side to the back of the hall, where there was
The bluestone passage leading to the stone castle complex.
Bertard followed behind quietly with a few guards. He watched the conversation between the king and the sage, laughing and laughing heartily from time to time. There was a kind of harmony that was unusual for meeting each other so late. The warrior captain stopped for a moment.
, a strange feeling came to his mind, and then turned into his silent murmur.
"The eagle soars high in the sky, attracting the attention of the mountains and forests, and also attracting hidden eyes... The beasts surround the king of the jungle. From today on, the king will not only be surrounded by loyal and brave tigers and leopards, but also more cunning ones.
What a scheming old fox..."
Everyone slowly walked away and disappeared at the end of the passage. The breeze blew through the Palace of Winds, and the crisp sound of wind chimes echoed in the hall again. The guarding warriors were silent, and only the brand-new murals on both sides, ancient and solemn
still.
This chapter has been completed!