"The prime minister can stay behind, and the prince can oversee the country. When has there ever been a prince to oversee the country?" Jin Yao shook his head decisively.
If he is allowed to stay in the prison state, the censors will not know how to intervene with him.
Especially since he still has one hundred thousand dragon guards in his hands. If he is really allowed to supervise the country, as long as someone deliberately comes to a place with a yellow robe and wears it, it will really be a waste of yellow mud.
Ying Zheng looked at Jin Yao. In fact, he also knew that if he allowed Cheng Xin to supervise the country, he would definitely encounter opposition from the officials.
Just because the Chu clan was so powerful, Cheng Yu still had an army that absolutely obeyed his orders.
If he were not in Xianyang, as long as Cheng Xiang had even a little bit of covetousness for the throne, no one in Xianyang could stop him.
Therefore, I am afraid that no minister will agree to Chang'an Jun becoming the supervisor of the country!
However, Ying Zheng didn't think so. Compared to other people supervising the country, he trusted Cheng Yu to supervise the country more.
"Do you know why you are asked to supervise the country?" Ying Zheng looked at Jin Yao and continued to speak.
"Because I am strong enough and can suppress everyone!" Jin Yao rolled his eyes.
Xianyang is in chaos, as Ying Zheng has just said, so those who stay behind must be able to suppress all forces, and since he was born to be the leader of the Chu clan, he naturally has the absolute ability to suppress everyone.
"Yes!" Ying Zheng smiled and nodded. It was precisely because Cheng Yu was strong enough and was born to be the leader of the Chu clan that he was the most suitable candidate.
"Actually, in addition to this reason, there is another point: Fusu is also from the Chu clan!" Ying Zheng said lightly.
Jin Yao looked at Ying Zheng and finally understood. No wonder he wanted to give Fu Su to his care. Once he raised Fu Su, he would oversee the country in the future. Would he have the nerve to compete with Fu Su for the throne?
"Let's talk about this later. I'm not sure whether I can survive Chu's attack!" Jin Yao shook his head.
Qin and Han and Wei are still fighting, and the Chu army is already ready to move. No one knows whether their goal is to rush to the aid of Han and Wei or to attack Jiujiang.
Ying Zheng smiled and didn't talk anymore. In fact, he was probably testing whether Cheng Xiang had any desire to covet the throne, but now it seems that he really didn't have the slightest intention.
"Get ready, I will give you a big gift tomorrow!" Ying Zheng stood up with a smile and left.
Jin Yao was stunned for a moment, looking at Ying Zheng's leaving figure, not knowing what gift he had prepared for himself.
Three days later, the Ancestral Temple was already decorated with black canvases full of Qin style, which looked particularly solemn and solemn, demonstrating the majesty of a country.
As the chief priest, Jin Yao also came to the Ancestral Hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple early and stood waiting.
The heads of the three animals have also been placed on the Imperial Ancestral Temple Square, and Jin Yao stood in front of the stage in the center of the square, quietly waiting for the arrival of the officials.
"There seems to be something wrong with this ceremony!" Jin Yao looked at the Ancestral Temple Order and said.
Originally, Fusu's 100-day ceremony was not so grand. It only required burning books to honor his ancestors, and then adding Fusu's name to the family tree.
But now the etiquette is too heavy. The original dance of four yi has been increased to six yi, which is already the level of princes and kings.
The Imperial Ancestral Miao Ling looked at Jin Yao with complicated eyes, but he didn't say anything. He just said calmly, "There is nothing wrong with etiquette!"
"Really?" Jin Yao hesitated. Although he didn't understand these etiquettes, he had clearly determined that it was four hundred years ago during the discussion. How could it suddenly become six hundred years? Moreover, it was originally young disciples of various nobles who came.
, and now all officials from Xianyang with an income of more than 600 shi have come.
"That's right!" Taimiao Ling nodded firmly.
Jin Yao thought for a moment, maybe Ying Zheng had the domineering power to dominate the world, and thought that he would become the king of the world and the emperor, so he upgraded the specifications to a higher level.
Finally, after the guests entered the venue and took their seats, the sun rose to the middle, and the ceremony officially began.
"Master, please change your clothes!" The order from the Imperial Ancestral Temple asked the surrounding maids to take Jin Yao down.
"???" Jin Yao was stunned. Didn't he host it himself? Why did he have to change clothes?
"This is the process!" Taimiao Ling said seriously.
Jin Yao saw that the order of the Ancestral Temple didn't seem to be fake, so he could only follow the maids to a side hall in the Ancestral Temple, and then changed into new clothes under the service of the maids.
But no one gave him a chance to look at the bronze mirror, so he was taken out again.
"No, the main priest hasn't even arrived yet, so how come the ceremony has started?" Jin Yao was walking on the road, but he had already heard the sound of bells in the central square. It was obvious that the ceremony had already begun.
"Sir, please wait a moment!" The maids lowered their heads and said no more.
"Please make me a dragon!" Finally, after waiting for a long time, I finally heard the voice coming from the central square.
Jin Yao also breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be calm as he walked along the black cloth on the floor towards the altar in the central square.
Then, inexplicably, he discovered that Ying Zheng and the Ancestral Temple Order were standing on the altar, looking at him quietly, and as he entered, everyone's eyes also turned to him.
Jin Yao finally realized that something was wrong. Everything was wrong. Not only Ying Zheng and Taimiao Ling, but Fusu was also being held by the female official. It was obvious that a ceremony had been completed.
"Kneel down!" When Jin Yao got on the sacrificial platform and walked to the sacrificial table, the Taimiao Ling hit him on the shoulder with the Chao Hut in his hand and pointed to the futon in front of him.
"???" Jin Yao was even more confused. Three futons, the middle one?
But the body could only kneel on the futon obediently.
"The ceremony of crowning the young master, Qi!" After seeing Jin Yao kneel down, the Imperial Ancestral Temple's order finally spoke again.
After hearing the Taimiao Order's words, Jin Yao felt his head buzzing. Isn't it Fusu's Hundred Days Banquet? Why did it become Chenglong's crowning ceremony?
Ying Zheng walked to Jin Yao's side, and then there were maids, one holding a Zi cloth crown, and the other holding a collection of clothes and cloth shoes. Ying Zheng personally took off the brocade clothes on Jin Yao's body, put on the collection clothes and walking shoes, and finally put on the
Zibu crown.
"Wear Zibu clothes, let go of your childishness, transform into a human being, and don't forget your roots!" the Imperial Ancestral Temple's order shouted after seeing Jin Yao put on Zibu clothes and hats.
Ying Zheng looked at Jin Yao seriously, as if he was seeing his child grow up.
And Jin Yao also saw the Zibu clothes on his body. It was said to be Zibu, but it was actually the clothes worn by ordinary people, which also meant that he could not forget his roots.
But before Jin Yao had time to think about it, the clothes on his body were stripped off by the maids again, leaving only the innermost coat.
Jin Yao looked at Ying Zheng in confusion, only to see Ying Zheng smiling as he took the leather coat from the maid's hand and put it on him. At the same time, a Da Qin standard long sword was stuffed into his hand.
"Pi Bian is ready to serve. I hope that the young master will hold my sword of the Great Qin and guard the four directions for our empire. For the people of the world to enjoy eternal peace, expand the territory and punish the disobedient!" the Imperial Ancestral Temple Order continued to sing.