The solar system is broken

Chapter 96 Knowledge changes fate (3)

This is the first time for the writer to visit Ziwei’s main room.

It's very big and needs to be tolerated.

It is a palace-style building with stone brick paving and dark vermilion lacquer carvings.

The technique of painting and dyeing first appeared in the Han Dynasty. This type of lacquer art is very delicate, and the reliefs a few millimeters thick are very cumbersome. After the painting is dried in the shade, and then painted, the painting and dyeing must be repeated dozens of times before the three-dimensional pattern can appear.

A few tables in Ziwei's hall are made of this kind of craftsmanship, and the relief is a black bird (some say it is a crow).

Shang sung that the mysterious bird of destiny descended and gave birth to Shang. This pattern is not surprising.

There is a sword stand on the main seat with three bronze long swords placed on it.

It is said to be a long sword, but it is only less than 80cm.

This is actually easy to understand. Bronze is brittle and not very ductile. If it is too long, it will break easily. Generally speaking, the longest ancient bronze sword is no more than 80cm, and it is generally around 60cm.

There is also an incense burner on the table, made of bronze, with some incense burned and steaming.

Something like sandalwood curled up along the hollow slits.

This room is very large, about 20 meters deep, and slightly smaller, about 10 meters wide.

In the Shang Dynasty, there was no large-scale arch circle technology, so there was no such thing as beamless architecture. Pillars made of chestnut wood stood squarely on both sides.

Zi slightly pressed his head and sat on the main seat, feeling slightly sad.

He seems a little worried.

Thinking of the recent political aftermath, the writer has some clarity.

"Gentleman," the writer bowed and said softly.

"Ah~" Zi opened his eyes slightly, as if he had just woken up, and waved his hand to signal the writer to sit down.

This is natural, but writers don’t really like kneeling. Sitting upright is actually very taxing on the knees, so I always sit in a cross-legged position.

Ziwei didn't care, he was used to it.

"How are you doing, sir?"

"good!"

Chat to death.

...

"The King of Shang is dead."

When the wind blew, it was chilly, and shadows floated on Ziwei's face.

"You did it?"

Ziwei shook his head, "No, I haven't had time yet."

"How to say?"

The writer became confused and someone helped Ziwei.

"Di Yi was hunting at the Changshao Hunting Ground and was trampled by a wild boar and died."

Could the Wrangler also be injured and die?

Theoretically speaking, injuries cannot be fatal unless the trauma is so severe that it cannot heal immediately.

Is this wild boar so fierce? The writer doesn't believe it.

"Are you sure?"

"That's what Mrs. Changshao said, and that's what Mrs. Xiao said."

Xiao, what do you say about this family? The sense of existence is very low, but he is involved in everything.

Changshaohou and Weishaohou are related by marriage, so it is not unusual for the two families to unite.

But at this time, Mr. Xiao got involved and publicly supported Mr. Changshao's statement, which meant that Ms. Xiao smelled something fishy.

"Mr. Xiao, we propose that Emperor Yi's body be buried at the ancestral site, and we have arrived at Qiucheng today."

Just bury it, you're so nervous.

"Could it be that Mr. Xiao is involved in Xibi?"

When it comes to the death of his biological father, the writer doubts whether Ziwei will shed a single tear.

But if anyone touches his cheese, Ziwei will definitely fight to the death.

Politicians, interests come first.

"Ms. Xiao sent some retainers who want to discuss business with me."

What kind of business does Ziwei have? He is a priest, isn't he engaged in human trafficking?

"Did the deal break down?"

"No need to talk!" Ziwei punched the table.

"so..."

"I would like to ask sir to help me plan another matter."

The conversation changed quickly.

"You want to plot against Mrs. Xiao?"

"Smart," Ziwei snapped her fingers.

This finger snapping technique was taught by the writer, but Ziwei didn't expect to learn it so quickly.

It is true that the chuunibyou culture is a strong export, and there is no man who is not slutty.

"The Xiao family has a thousand acres of land and dozens of cities. It's not an easy job." The writer squinted his eyes. This man's ambition was too great.

"When I become king, I will have to deal with the six tribes sooner or later."

This is also true. Although the six tribes all come from the surname Zi, they are engaged in squeezing the country's oil and water.

Due to some personal grudges against him, the six tribes led troops to attack, seriously affecting the stability of the country.

The six ethnic groups have become moths, and they will not be happy until they are gone.

"Xiao's lifeblood is selling salt. If you have the courage, you might as well take away his salt business."

It's easy to say that. The Xiao family are not fools. They must also know the importance of the salt field and it must be heavily guarded.

"I'm afraid not." Ziwei shook his head with difficulty.

Entering people through the back door and stirring up trouble are Ziwei's strengths, but when it comes to actually leading troops in battle, I'm afraid he is not as good as a writer.

"It was not possible before, but now it is possible." The shadow on the writer's face began to grow, and he had a vicious plan.

"Sir, please speak."

"The body of Emperor Yi, the Xu family!"

Ziwei's face was stunned for a moment, his expression froze, and he looked at the writer with wide eyes.

The writer raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Ziwei with a smile.

"This..." He hesitated.

Emperor Yi's body is now in Ziwei's hands, as long as Ziwei does something with Emperor Yi's body.

Then Emperor Yi's death, even if it was an accident, turned into regicide.

Then tell this news to the strongest Xu family.

This Xu family is different from other royal families. The first generation head of the family was the eldest brother of Emperor Yi, who was a concubine. The current head of the family is the younger brother who was expelled by Emperor Yi, Xu Ding, you can also call him Zi Ding.

Previously, this person was excluded from the competition for the king because he had already obtained the surname and lost the qualification to be king.

Zi Ding just lacked a reason to participate in the melee. If Zi Wei gave him this reason, Zi Ding would definitely come to Chaoge under the name of Qing Junzhi because of Zi Ding's headstrong character.

When the time comes, the Tiao family and the Xu family will face off against the Changshao, Weishao, and Xiao families, and the entire Chaoge will be reduced to ashes.

"There are only two endings. One is that Ladle wins, Zi Shou is hanged, and Zi Ding goes into exile. You become the final king."

"The other is that Ziding wins and Changshao loses. This is not difficult. You can get rid of Zishou, but Ziding can only make you the king."

"When the time comes, the Shang Kingdom will be yours."

Writers are like Mephistopheles, seducing and seducing, "You are the king!"

Ziwei's face was uncertain, and he was very moved by the writer's statement.

It's just a little bit cruel.

When the five families fought in a melee, Suo's family was bound to be unable to survive alone. The entire Shang Kingdom was massacred and maimed.

Ziwei relied on the aura of his surname and years of dormancy to reach the top.

"Crush them and you will be the final king!"

"This is a rare opportunity."

"Bang!" Ziwei slapped the table, "It's done!"

The ambition for power is not achieved overnight, it is planted in the heart from the beginning.

Once it is moistened by water and exposed to sunlight, it will undergo chemical reactions, germinate, and grow.

Poison is addictive and gets deeper and deeper.

"Gentleman, you need to do something else now," the writer said seriously.

"What's up?"

"Hold a grand funeral for King Shang!"

Ziwei frowned. He and Di Yi didn't deal with him at all. Not whipping the corpse was already a sign of kindness, and he wanted to give him a generous burial.

"Can't do it!"

The writer slowly said, "Have you ever heard of soup, gentleman?"

For businessmen, Tang is one of the greatest ancestors.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"In the past, when the net was opened, all the princes in the world were caught in one net. If a gentleman followed suit..." the meaning is self-evident.

This incident is recorded in the historical record of Taishi Gong, "When the soup came out, I saw a wild net spread out on all sides, and I prayed: 'Everyone from all over the world has entered my net!' The soup said: 'Hey, it's all done!' So I removed three of its sides, and wished

He said: 'If you want to go left, go to the left; if you want to go to the right, go to the right; if you don't want to die, you will enter my net.' When the princes heard about it, they said: 'The virtue of Tang is perfect, even with the beasts.'"

Candlelights are noisy, conspiracies are looming, and villains are camping in the spacious temple.

In the ancestral temple where virtue is displayed, two people who do not believe in morality work hard and work hard.

A carnivorous short-sighted man, a shackled careerist.

The two look very similar, but they are so well matched.

If there were no tricks of fate, they would be two curves in different spaces with no intersection.

"Sir, please rest for now. I will remember you."

Zi Wei waved his hand and was about to send the writer away.

"Okay~"

The writer stood up, cupped his hands, and walked away gently.

Walking in the heavily curtained corridor, the fragrance of sacrifices wafted in. It was very faint, but it was so obvious at night.

"Huhu~"

The wind has risen.