He now only has one month left to live. In one month, there is really too little that can be done to manage a country.
Many plans cannot be fully implemented within this month.
Daji heard the sound but said nothing, and did not comment.
At this time, a burst of footsteps came from outside the palace. The soldiers walked into the palace, bowed to Emperor Xin, and then reported: "Your Majesty, the Grand Master is waiting outside to see you."
"Master?"
Xin Wensheng frowned.
Today, the Shang Taishi, the most powerful one among the merchants in Dayi, is called Bigan. He is the brother of Emperor Yi and the uncle of Emperor Xin.
"Why did uncle come to this?" Di Xin whispered, then turned to the soldier who was prostrate on the ground and said, "Please invite uncle in."
"Yes." The soldier took the order and left.
In the palace, Daji suddenly chuckled: "It is said that Taishi Bigan has a heart of seven orifices. Even though the rumors are unbelievable, Bigan is also a human god who is in charge of the sacrifices in the ancestral temple. He is also very close to Emperor Yi by blood, but
However, the former king and emperor did nothing to him, and never caused him to suffer from the "disease of lack of heaven".
If he is used as a sacrifice, maybe the effect will be——"
Before Daji could finish her words, she was interrupted by Di Xin shaking his head: "Don't mention this again in the future. My uncle is a loyal and upright person. Using him as a mirror can help others see their own gains and losses.
If there were no uncle..."
"If there were no Taishi Bi Gan and Wei, Ji Tong Qi Lian Zhi, unifying all the Ahengs in the temple, why would the nobles, royal families, and the king want to use external strongmen?
Why is it so difficult to implement the administrative decree?" Amidst the laughter, Daji's figure gradually disappeared in the palace, "I am waiting at the altar. If the king has a plan, he can send someone to the altar.
Burning fire and praying.
If your Majesty has no plan, then after one month, I will burn fire and offer sacrifices to you to tell you what happened in Yindu after your death, and what changes happened in Dashang territory?"
Before the sound dissipated, the person had already left.
Di Xin covered his chest with blood gushing out, feeling the fierce beating of his heart in his chest. An indescribable feeling of suffocation trapped him tightly, as if a pair of invisible, iron-like hands were tightly tightening him.
The pain in his neck caused his eyes to darken and his head to feel dizzy.
He stood up staggeringly and put on a robe to cover the ferocious cracks on his chest. At this moment, a tall grandmaster with a face that was about 45% similar to him, but already had a bright head and white beard.
Bigan was swept into the hall like a gust of wind.
Seeing Di Xin's swaying state, the old man suddenly became angry and scolded: "Your Majesty, you are drunk here in the daytime?!
Wei, Ji said that the king indulges in pleasure, indulges in sex, drinks and plays with a seductress every day, and ignores government affairs. I didn’t believe it at first, but now that I look at it, it’s really like this?!”
Di Xin's clothes were on his side, and he heard Bigan scolding him all over his face. The belittling and contempt in his words almost overflowed. His chest was cramping, but he could not relieve it by rubbing it with his hands. He felt cold in his heart, and he could not tell the difference.
Without saying anything, he turned to Bigan with a cold look and said: "I am coming to court. During the court, Ah Heng is sick and recuperating at home. In such a big temple, I am just one of you.
While I was away from the court, Prince Aheng and his ministers were able to work conscientiously, gathering in the temple every day to discuss state affairs.
In this case, wouldn't it be a good thing if the few people ignore the government affairs?
My uncle has been ill at home for a long time, and I haven't seen him in person for months. Now it seems that my uncle's illness has been cured?"
"Humph!" Bigan snorted. He raised his head and looked directly into Emperor Xin's eyes, not angry but powerful, "The emperor's ancestors, ancestors, kings, and ancestors are all in the temple of heaven, and they are the emperors of heaven.
But you want to abandon the sacrifices in the heavenly temple and prohibit human sacrifice. You disrespect heaven. What do you want to do?!
Brother B inherited your position, but you have gone against the grain, and now, everyone has turned against you, and if you continue to be so stupid and ignorant, the foundation of the great business will be destroyed by your hands!"
Di Xin suddenly turned around and started to compete.
He has a majestic figure, and his momentum is as steep as a green mountain rising from the flat ground, rising up: "We are born as human beings, shouldn't we ask for help from others?!
It is worse than livestock, dogs and pigs to eat the same kind of food at the expense of heaven!"
"you you you--
You are the son of the Emperor of Heaven!" Bigan's face turned red when he heard this, and he looked at Di Xin in disbelief. He pointed at Di Xin with trembling fingers and scolded.
"My uncle has always looked down upon me and was very alienated from me. And Wei Ji has been taught by you since he was a child. Probably in your mind, Wei Ji inheriting the throne is the best strategy.
This will firstly satisfy the royal family and nobles, and secondly, with Wei's obedient temperament, he will be able to adhere to the old system and make the Great Shang ancestral system continue from now on." Xin stared at Bigan's face, gently rubbed his chest with one hand, and said at the same time
,” But Sheen can assert here.
If you are small, it is difficult to achieve great things.
After Ruwei succeeds to the throne, how should he deal with the rising and growing Fang Kingdom? Implement a policy of appeasement? Use a gentle approach? With his obedient exterior and aggressive temperament, he is nothing but a cruel king on the inside and forbearing on the outside.
That’s all!
Too small to be used!
As for Ji - now under the protection of many wings, how can he achieve great things?
Only by breaking away from the protection of the wings and facing the dangers alone can you achieve some success!"
Bigan sneered and shook his head when he heard this. He obviously couldn't agree with Di Xin's words: "Now you have become the king, and your brother can only succumb to this.
That's why you made this judgment.
However, if you inherit the throne, he may have a different view of you."
Xin no longer argued with Grand Master Bigan about this, but instead asked, "What is the purpose of my uncle coming here?"
"I saw that in front of the city gate of Yindu, there was an endless stream of soldiers, and the prison cars escorting prisoners from Zhou, Pu and other nine countries frequently passed through the city gate.
Therefore, I came here to ask the king, does the king want all the heirs of the Nine Kingdoms Fangbo to be enslaved in Yindu?" Bigan asked in a tone that was neither salty nor cool.
"Just as uncle thought." Xin's expression returned to calmness. He knelt down behind the case, and pressed his palms on You's chest vigorously. Bigan, who stood in front of him, did not notice that the clothes on the king's chest had gradually faded.
Soaked in blood.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The king's domineering and barbaric ways will not make all the uncles surrender, but will only make the hearts of all parties more and more alienated from Dayi merchants, and will eventually force all parties to surrender."
The kingdoms rose up and plotted to rebel against the merchants of Dayi." Bigan's expression became serious and he said to Emperor Xin.
Emperor Xin also quite agreed with what Bigan said, nodded and said: "This is the first plan to make the heirs of Uncle Fang of the Nine Kingdoms hostage in the Yin capital.
In the next period of time, I will release the hostages from the eight kingdoms of Pu, Yong, Shu, Qiang, Yao, Wei, Lu, and Peng one after another and return them to their old places.
It is necessary to make the Eight Kingdoms make full use of their protons, fiddle with the alliance between Zhou and the Eight Kingdoms, and disintegrate their alliances, and then carry out the strategy of cannibalization, gradually annexing the Nine Kingdoms, and causing all parties to come to the DPRK——"
Emperor Xin was still talking about his ideas and plans, but Bigan didn't want to listen anymore. He raised his voice and interrupted what Emperor Xin was saying: "I heard that Jichang, the Fang Bo of the Zhou Kingdom, was one of the few virtuous people in the world. Your Majesty will kill him."
If the eldest son is held hostage in the Yin capital, the world and the great merchants will definitely be alienated from each other!
Especially since the Zhou Kingdom has paid continuous tribute to the great merchants for many years, but the king still wanted to hold his eldest son hostage in the Yin capital, people in the world will definitely regard the king as a cruel and mediocre person!
Therefore, please release Jichang’s eldest son and return him to the Zhou Kingdom, so that the reputation of the great businessman will not be ruined and the king will not be infamy!"
When Xin heard Bigan's words, his face froze, his breathing stagnated, and then his heart began to beat wildly. His face was as red as fire, and his beard and hair were all swollen: "How tyrannical the Zhou Kingdom is now? My uncle has been in Yindu for a long time.
, could it be that they turned a deaf ear?!
Do you know how many heroic lives we have spent to enable Ji Changxian's eldest son to "take the exam" in the Yin capital?
Now just for the sake of that so-called false reputation, you are going to make me go back to the examination for no reason?
It would not be a bad idea to return the examination.
But the remaining hostages from the eight countries must stay in Yindu, what does uncle think?"
"Based on the divination of the Zhen people, this should be a year of rest and recuperation, and there should not be a big war." Bigan lowered his eyelids and said plainly, "Containing the heirs of Uncle Fang from the Eight Kingdoms in the Yin capital is just a matter of ordering Fang to attack the merchants of Dayi.
It's just a matter of resentment. You should rely on Zhenren's divination to free all the hostages from the eight countries.
A few armored soldiers, just barbarians outside.
Just spend one batch and capture another batch from outside."
"Bullshit chastity!
Bullshit divination!
Heaven wants to destroy my great merchant, are you going to sacrifice the great merchant to heaven?!" Xin suddenly roared angrily, pressed his hands on the table in front of him, and pressed out two finger-deep holes on the table.
Palm prints, blood dripping from his chest, and he glared at Bigan, "It is said that Taishi Bigan has a heart with seven orifices, which can recognize evil and evil, judge loyalty and evil, understand good and evil, and distinguish right from wrong - do you really have a heart with seven orifices?"
If the true heart has seven orifices, why is it still so dim?!
Who is it! Who asked you to come and remonstrate with me? Who asked you to persuade me to release Ji Chang’s eldest son?!
Is it micro?
Isn’t it micro?
Go ask him, go ask Wei - how many bribes did he accept from the Zhou people, how many benefits did he get from the Zhou people, to make him so disregard the big business community, and dare to ask you to remonstrate with me?!
I want to kill him, I wish I could kill him!!!"
A series of cracks followed the position where Di Xin's palms were pressed, and spread completely across the entire table. Finally, with a roar, the entire thick and simple bronze table shattered to the ground!
How had Bigan ever seen Di Xin look so furious?
Although he and the king have different political views and have always had disputes, they have a clear conscience and all their actions have contributed to the continued prosperity and long-term prosperity of the great Shang Dynasty. With this public spirit, he will naturally move forward without fear, and Emperor Xin also knows that he is loyal and upright. I will not hate him or blame him because of any disputes with him.
However, now he saw that the king was so furious that his eyes were blood red, his mouth was spurting blood, and there were even blood stains on his chest and clothes - he suddenly felt panic, and he felt that he might have done something wrong this time - - He hurriedly knelt down on the ground and walked to Di Xin on his knees to check the injuries of his nephew, who is now the king -
However, Xin was filled with sadness and anger at this moment, and seeing Bigan like this made him even more sad - from now on, in the eyes of the world, he will be charged with disrespecting his elders, being cruel and immoral!
He pushed Bigan away, turned his back to his uncle, and said, "Uncle, please come back.
My uncle has been performing sacrifices in the ancestral temple for a long time and knows little about political affairs, so he may not know the inside story. When he returns home and learns the inside story, he should know that he has a clear conscience for what he did."
Bigan lowered his head and looked at the pools of blood scattered on the floor of the hall, with a horrified look on his face: "Why is there such a serious injury on the king's chest?
We should invite medical officials and loyal people as soon as possible to treat the king's illness, and this matter must not be delayed!"
"Medical officers are useless!
Chastity is useless!"
Di Xin's voice was even lower. He turned his back to Bigan and waved to him repeatedly.
His pupils were constricted, he was sweating like rain, and the severe pain was constantly impacting his mind like a violent wave. But now he had to devote all his energy to talking to Bigan!
He couldn't force himself any longer, he would faint at any time due to such severe pain, and then wake up from the severe pain, and it would start over and over again!
But such a miserable appearance is not the state that a king should present to Ah Heng!
Bigan looked at the king's shoulders that were shaking slightly due to the severe pain, and then turned his eyes to the wine prince who fell on the ground and the copper scorpion that smelled of wine. He sighed and suddenly understood something in his heart - it was rumored that Emperor Xin was indulgent. His appearance, his indulgence in drinking and having fun, may be completely false.
The king is addicted to alcohol, which should be his reason.
The grand master bowed down to Xin and saluted, then stood up and left the palace worriedly. He had indeed neglected to understand the political principles of the country because he had been in charge of the ancestral temple for a long time. What is Shang’s situation now?
Until there was no sound of anyone's footsteps behind him, Di Xin finally couldn't maintain his posture and collapsed on the ground.
Blood has stained the hem of his robe red.
He slumped in a pool of blood, covering his chest with his hands, and there was a dense, crisp sound in his ears, similar to the collision of rings.
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell——
A series of terrifying and gloomy figures turned into cotton clouds in the jade. They were covered with scales, crowded in the hall, and coiled into snake shapes with similar heads and tails - these gloomy snake shapes suddenly transformed into One after another, countless Heavenly Emperor Jues interlocked with each other, and finally crowded around Di Xin, tearing the cracks on his chest and abdomen even wider, so that his internal organs were squeezed out from between his chest and abdomen!
Those terrifying and gloomy figures were connected from head to tail, and from tail to head, and the five ancestor heads at the front were competing to gnaw at Di Xin's internal organs that were crowded with cracks in his chest and abdomen!
"hiss--"
Di Xin's eyes were blood red, and he took out two sharp black stones that faintly exuded fire energy from his pocket.
He was sweating like rain, and his hands kept clashing and rubbing the two flints.
The two pieces of pitch black flint gradually split into 'herringbone' shaped cracks as they continued to rub and collide.
In the cracks, Mars jumps.
In Mars, there was a small temple made of mud and gurgling blood flowed out - Di Xin dipped his hand into the blood flowing from the fire and kept smearing it on his chest.
Those strange and ancient bloodstains covered his chest, and the 'Tiandi Jue' who surrounded him moved away from him inch by inch.
The cracks on his chest gradually closed, and the broken internal organs that had been squeezed out suddenly returned to their original positions.