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"I didn't expect that Tai Cang's property was so scarce, and the things he made could still be eaten."
A smile appeared on his face, and his face suddenly froze. He just took a mouthful of rice in his mouth, but he did not expect an extremely indescribable taste to immediately fill his entire mouth.
This kind of taste is like chewing a hundred-year-old wood raw, bitter, astringent and woody, hard to swallow!
"Why does this rice taste so good?" Ji Xia endured the discomfort, swallowed the rice in his mouth, and gently pushed the bowl.
It's not that he is picky, the taste of this rice really makes him accept incompetence.
"Maybe it's a matter of rice varieties. I just saw that there are spiritual rice seeds in the first floor space of the Forbidden Sacred Tree. In the future, if there are more spiritual seeds, I will exchange them for a try. It is too much to eat this kind of rice on weekdays. It's been tough."
Ji Xia thought for a while, a middle-aged man in a robe sitting under him, ate the food in front of him, elegantly took out a square towel from his arms, wiped his mouth, stood up, and said loudly: " The great victory of Tai Cang today is due to the protection of the wind, and I will respect the wind!"
Several burly sergeants carried a huge statue from the side. This statue was carved out of stone, and it was one zhang high. It was still the head of a dragon, and its feet stepped on the wind totem of the mainland.
Everyone stood up abruptly, rubbed their chests and saluted the totem of the wind, and shouted: "The wind, the wind!"
Ji Xia buried her head in eating, and was taken aback by the loud voices of the crowd. She sensed the gaze of Zhaoqu Composer staring at him, so she quickly stood up and shouted loudly with the crowd.
After saluting, the gale totem was carried away by the burly sergeant again. The middle-aged man glanced at the leader Ji Xia and said: "Now that the former lord has died, the Taicang Kingdom cannot be without a master for a day, and there must be a new kingdom." It is right for the master to succeed."
Everyone was silent, quietly looking at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man turned to Ji Xia again, and saluted, "What do you think, Your Highness?"
Ji Xia wiped the corners of his mouth and said indifferently, "Where is Zai Li?"
Among the hundred officials, an old man with gray hair slowly stepped out of the queue and bowed to answer.
"Master Changfeng, you are in charge of rituals, and you are in charge of all etiquette matters. Let me ask you, who will succeed the king after the death of the king?"
"Returning to His Highness, the lord of the country went to the Court of Heaven, and the decree of the country is naturally in the hands of His Royal Highness."
The white-haired old man looked old, but his voice was very energetic, and there was no ambiguity in his speech.
Ji Xia nodded with satisfaction and said to the middle-aged man, "Uncle Qing, did you hear that?"
That middle-aged man was Ji Xia's third-ranked uncle named Ji Qing.
Hearing Ji Xia's words, Ji Qing flashed a trace of worry in his eyes and said: "Your Highness, you are the only heir of Shang. Normally, you should succeed to the throne and take charge of the imperial order of Taicang, but now Taicang has internal and external troubles. , there is no room for mistakes, please consider carefully, Your Highness..."
Ji Xia was stunned for a while. Hearing the true feelings in Ji Qing's tone, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "It turns out that my third uncle is worried about Tai Cang. I thought it was a grab for the throne."
Just as he was about to speak, another middle-aged man with majestic eyebrows and a calm face also stood up and said to Ji Xia: "Xia, what Qing said is very true, you are still too young to understand the affairs of a country. The difficult part, now is the most difficult time for Tai Cang, we can no longer have any mistakes.
What's more, you are now walking for the wind, even if you don't ascend to the position of the king, no one in the whole sky will dare to disrespect you, so you can rest assured. "
This is Ji Xia's uncle, named Jize, when he spoke, all the officials started whispering.
The reason is that this was originally the prince of the previous generation, and the ruler of the previous generation died. Originally, Jize should be the ruler, but he resolutely decided to hand over the ruler to his second brother, Ji Xia's father.
Baiguan stopped him, and he said loudly: "The gap between me and Brother Shang is like a surging river. He is upstream and I am downstream."
"If there is no big enemy around Tai Cang, if the people of Tai Cang are prosperous and healthy, and if the human race is not the weakest race, of course I would like to sit on the throne of the country, but the situation of Tai Cang, the situation of the human race is obvious to all."
"I ascended the throne of the country today, and the Tai Cang will be destroyed in the future, but if the Shang younger brother takes on the big responsibility, I will still have a little breathing room between the two kingdoms of Jiu Dog and Zhou Qing, so I am willing to resign. The position of the prince, give up to the business brother!"
Ji Xia was silent for a while, stood up, saluted Ji Ze, and asked, "Uncle Shang, who do you think can be the lord of the country?"
Ji Ze looked at the children of the royal family who were among the officials in the palace, and was silent for a long time before he said, "Since the day the king passed away, I have already sent my men to look for your seventh uncle."
Ji Xia nodded and agreed: "Seventh Uncle is resourceful and has a strong cultivation base. If it is him, he is enough to assume the position of the lord of the country."
With a sigh, Lu Yu got up slowly: "But Ji Su Shangchen (Note [-]) has been away for more than five years, and I'm afraid I won't be able to find him in a short time."
Everyone was silent. Now, the only clans of the royal family are Ze, Shang, Qing, and Su. The other three have all died because of their long-term battles. There is only Ji Xia in the Shang clan, and Ji Xia Qishu in the Su clan. Qing Ermai has few people, but there are more than ten people.
It's a pity that no one is worthy of the throne.
Ji Xia looked at the ministers and the royal family, and felt Tai Cang's unity and pressure again.
In less than two days since he came to Tai Cang Tai, he had seen too many sacrifices made by Tai Cang people in order to defend their family and the country, and he was full of identification with this weak country.
"I can't go back anymore." Ji Xia suddenly seemed to realize something: "I am now the prince of Tai Cang, and Tai Cang is my home country."
"If I don't agree with this land, where can I go? The nearest human country is [-] miles away from Taicheng, and the situation there is not much better. The human race in the Yanhuang Kingdom to the east of Tianyuan lives like a human being."
"Even if the legend is true, the Yanhuang Kingdom is far away in Tianyuan. Even if I can live a thousand years, I can't get there. All I can do is to make Taicang stronger and let myself live."
Ji Xia figured out the joints, but only felt that the knots in his heart had been opened over the past few days, and his thoughts gradually became clear. He stood up and stepped down from the throne.
All the royal family, Lu Yu, Ji Qianqing, and Baiguan all looked at him when they saw his strange behavior.
He slowly came to the center of the court, took a deep breath, and with a thought, an ordinary gourd appeared in his hand.
Ji Xia gently took off the gourd cover, and a breeze blew out of the gourd, gently blowing toward the entire court, the entire palace, and then out of Taicheng, to the entire Taicang.
"The burning soul of the merchant returns to Zang Sihu; the burning soul of the merchant returns to pity the old; the burning soul of the merchant returns to the former land of death!"
He uttered a strange incantation, which resounded throughout the entire court, and was sent around by the breeze. In an instant, his shout seemed to have an answer, and strands of light continued to fly from the sky, into the palace, and came to the palace. In front of Ji Xia.
Countless rays of light converged into a figure made of light. This figure had clear eyebrows, was handsome and extraordinary, and had a faint green glow all over his body.
"My lord!" Lu Yu knelt down, and all the officials rushed to kneel and salute first. They were full of tears and grief.
Ji Qianqing cried silently, and the father-like figure in her mind gradually overlapped with this radiant figure.
But the radiant figure looked at Ji Xia, and Ji Xia smiled slightly at the figure, and asked, "Father! Can I be a great leader?"
The radiant figure suddenly laughed loudly, and then his face was no longer serious and worried. With a smile, he raised his right hand to everyone who was kneeling, and said, "All officials, please stand up!"
All the officials got up, and the figure gradually turned into a light spot and flew into the garrison gourd, but his words of comfort resounded throughout the court: "My son Ji Xia is enough to take on the great responsibility, and he should be the Lord of Taicang!"
Baiguan knelt down again and congratulated loudly: "Respectfully send off the former lord, and welcome the crown prince to the throne!"
Ji Xia walked to the top step by step, sat on the throne, raised her hand gently, and said, "Hundred officials please rise!"
Shangyin Luyu, Zuoshu Zhaoqu, and Zai Lichangfeng glanced at each other. They seemed to see the shadow of the previous lord on the lord!
Chapter 12 Shocking
The news of the death of the king of Shang and the succession of the new king spread throughout Taicang within three days, and the sound of wailing resounded throughout Taicang. The strong wind can escort the former lord to the court of heaven, and no longer suffer from the boundless wilderness.
Ji Xia was dressed in ordinary clothes and walked in the city of Tai. He had just ascended the position of king, but he only had a half-knowledge of the situation in Tai and Cang.
Besides him and Ji Qianqing, there was a young girl beside him. This girl was dressed in gray and simple clothes, but she couldn't hide her beautiful appearance and good figure. However, she kept her eyes on the road and did not communicate with Ji Xia and Ji Qianqing.
Ji Xia looked at her in embarrassment. This girl was named Jing Yu, and it was the girl Ji Qianqing rescued from Ji Xia's bedroom that day.