"The team leads the team and reports from the front. The emperor's carriage has left Chaoge South Gate and is about to arrive here."

At the foot of Nuwa Palace, Zhang Long, wearing Xuanniao Guard armor, walked to Zhao Si and reported to him in a low voice.

"Well, everyone will do their own jobs, don't make any mistakes."

Zhao Si's expression remained unchanged, nodding, and ordered the soldiers under his command.

Then, a short while, there was a movement and a slightest movement in front of us.

A magnificent emperor chariot was pulled by a horse, and the palace guards were in front of them, each holding long spears and pointed at them, majestic and majestic. The civil and military officials behind them were lined up on both sides. King Wucheng Huang Feihu rode a five-colored divine cow to protect him, and the iron cavalry was accompanying him, protecting each other with the imperial guards.

"Manjiang casts hooks and lines, and from then on, he will catch up with right and wrong..."

Looking at the emperor's chariot and the Imperial Cavalry, all civil and military officials went to the Nuwa Palace together, and Zhao Si recited a poem.

The fuse of the great catastrophe of the Gods - the incense entering the Nuwa Palace, finally began.

In Zhao Si's mind, he began to recall the already vague content of "The Romance of the Gods" as soon as possible.

Regarding this landmark event, although Zhao Si had already seen the Romance of the Gods before traveling through time, the details were blurred, and the real world was deviated in the end, the general context should still be able to grasp it.

The fundamental reason for the great catastrophe of the gods is that the twelve golden immortals of the Yuxu Palace sit down and commit the disaster of the world, and kill them; the second is that the God of Haotian ordered the twelve immortals to be the subject of the twelve emperors, which triggered the great trend of heaven and earth, and eventually formed a disaster. The three religions of man and man signed the list of gods, and the Shang Dynasty on earth are about to end for 600 years, and the Zhou Dynasty is about to prosper, which is just the number.

The direct reason is that after King Zhou entered the temple on the birthday of Nuwa, a strong wind blew up the curtain and showed a holy statue of Nuwa. He saw that his appearance was beautiful, with auspicious colors and a heavenly figure, and his country was as gentle as life. His soul drifted, and he suddenly felt lustful. He took a pen to write a poem on the wall of Nuwa's palace and temple, which made Nuwa angry.

Nuwa was worried that Cheng Tang would have twenty-eight years of luck in the world, but did not take action directly. Instead, she waved the demon flag to attract the three demons of Xuanyuan Tomb, and held them in the palace, causing trouble to disturb the king's heart, and the great disaster began.

After recalling this context, Zhao Si felt happy.

He quickly suppressed this emotion and quickly turned serious.

This unrighteous and foolish monarch actually desecrated Nuwa!

how        dare        you!

I, Zhao Simeng, heard that Zhong had great kindness from the Grand Master, so I simply drew in the countryside. Facing this unrighteous and insolent emperor, I had to write a book!

If this foolish lord is angry and embarrassed, he will use golden gourd to kill me, the one who is following the evil one...

Wouldn't that be even more...bah bah bah bah bah!

Since ancient times, no one has died, but I will leave my loyalty to shine in history!

Since I, Zhao Si, was a loyal minister of the Great Shang Dynasty, was loyal and straightforward, and violated the heavenly face and died at the hands of a foolish emperor, there was nothing we could do about it...

Zhao Si's face was solemn under the rising sun. He looked up at the blue sky without any trace, and continued to hold the weapons in his hand, guarding the position he should be.

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The sun slowly traveled westward from the east, and time passed by bit by bit, and finally there was another movement in Nuwa Palace.

With the iron cavalry and imperial guards and civil and military officials, the emperor slowly drove down the mountain road, passing by the foot of the mountain guarded by Zhao Si and others.

"Finally come..."

Zhao Si exhaled.

He used his wizard power to gradually transform and became extraordinary in his eyes to look at the convoy composed of King Zhou and civil and military officials.

It was seen that the outermost iron cavalry, imperial guards, etc. had not changed much from the time they came, but the civil and military officials who followed King Zhou to the palace to incense were no longer as solemn as they were when they went there, but their expressions were relaxed.

The King of Wucheng, Huang Feihu, who was riding a five-colored divine cow, was the prime minister Shang Rong, Ya Bigan and others who were walking in front of all civil and military officials, all looked low, and some even frowned, which was obviously a worrying expression.

Although Zhao Si could not recognize most of the civil and military officials in the future, he could also see that these people looked different, which was obviously different from before.

"It seems that there is no unnecessary change in things and what is expected..."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Si nodded slightly and continued to watch the emperor's chariot go away.

After half a cup of tea, the mighty team finally left his sight.

"Come to me!"

Zhao Si's voice was neither light nor heavy, and it was just right to the ears of the ten members of the Xuanniaowei under his command.

Zhang Long, Zhao Hu and others who were originally scattered around immediately gathered towards Zhao Si.

"Team leader, what are the instructions?"

Zhang Long asked first.

"Nuwa is the righteous god who blesses the world and everyone should respect it. Today, it is the birthday of Nuwa, and we are the people who are blessed by Nuwa, and we are on duty at the foot of this mountain. We should go to Nuwa Palace to eat incense." Zhao Si had already made plans in his heart and spoke confidently.

When the commander of the king ordered, he could only leave after the emperor's carriage left. In other words, the emperor's carriage returned to the palace and would have fun with his subordinates.

Moreover, this reason was quite legitimate to worship Nuwa and would not let his subordinates notice any abnormalities.

"Yes, team lead!"

As expected, Zhang Long, Zhao Hu and others did not realize anything was different, and they all responded in unison.

"Follow me."

Zhao Si gave an order and led ten people to the mountain road. Soon after, he entered Nuwa Palace.

In Nuwa Palace, the palace is gorgeous in front of the hall, with colorful gold makeup; golden boys are paired with pairs of gold holding banners; jade girls hold the wishful wishes. Jade hooks are hanging obliquely, half of the crescent moon is hanging in the air; treasure tents are swaying, and thousands of colorful phoenixes are fighting against each other. The blue bed is falling by the bed, and the throne of agarwood creates dragons and phoenixes. The floating and colorful colors are unusual, and the auspicious mist of the golden furnace: the purple mist is swaying, silver candles are brilliant, and a scene of a divine palace.

However, Zhao Si, who entered it, did not have the intention to appreciate such a beautiful scenery. Instead, he was looking for a few lines of handwriting while burning incense.

Have it!

When turning to a stone wall, Zhao Si was excited.

"The scenery of Fengluan Bao is very beautiful, all with mud and gold makeup.

The distant mountains fly green in color; the graceful dancing sleeves reflect the robe of the clouds.

The pear blossoms compete with the rain for beauty; the peony flowers are filled with smoke and charming makeup.

But Yaorao can act and get Changle to serve the king."

A seven-character regular poem that should have appeared in the Southern and Northern Dynasties according to the trajectory of Zhao Si was written on the stone wall of the palace, and the ink traces were not dry.

"Who wrote this poem? What a god Nuwa, how could he be blasphemed?"

Zhao Si looked as if he had just discovered this poem and asked in shock at the temple Zhu not far away.

"Pilgrims look at the last sentence. Who else dares to write such a sentence besides the king?" Temple Zhu smiled bitterly.

"It was written by the king..."

Hearing this, Zhao Si murmured to himself, his acting skills soared, and he looked worried and indignant, and painful.

"Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Yan Yi..., come all over!"

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Chapter completed!