Feng Shen: In the will of King Zhou, I am actually the elder brother of Di Xin

At this time, a little white fish belly just appeared in the sky.

But the square outside the palace gate was already bustling with people who had heard the news.

Many of them want to do their best to prevent this state funeral ceremony.

But even though the crowd in the square is getting more and more crowded.

There was no movement at the high altar or the palace gate that had been set up since yesterday.

As time passed, someone finally couldn't wait.

He began to yell loudly, and there was a lot of noise outside the palace gate for a while.

The sun rose slowly, forming a round of fiery red in the sky, reflecting the mountains into a piece of orange.

Finally, some people couldn't hold back anymore and started to leave one after another.

But the void left was quickly filled by others.

There are more and more people, like the tide.

At the hour of the hour, the grand and magnificent bell rang, as if it was ringing in everyone's heart.

Shocked by the sound of the bell, everyone fell silent.

At this moment, Su Ziyi slowly appeared.

The moment he appeared, everyone was stunned.

There is no other reason, Su Ziyi's thin lips are slightly pursed at this time, and there is no trace of flaw in his handsome and flawless facial features.

What is even more shocking is the aura on his body, which is so powerful that people dare not look directly at him.

Su Ziyi walked up to the highest point step by step, looked ahead, and slowly glanced at the crowd.

This glance seemed to penetrate everyone's hearts.

Everyone seemed to understand the wound in King Ren's heart at this moment.

But only for a moment.

Finally, Su Ziyi lowered his eyes and raised his hand lightly.

Then an etiquette officer stepped forward and shouted: "Get up!"

With this sound falling, the originally sunny sky suddenly became cloudy.

In an instant, flakes of snowflakes fell from the sky.

In the heavy snow all over the sky, the white paper money that rises high and falls does not look so abrupt, there is only whiteness all over the sky.

The red palace door opened, and from the inside first came out one team after another of neat guards.

Then came the various ministers serving in the court.

Then the extraordinarily solemn coffin of King Zhou of Shang was carried out.

Sorrows and joys resounded in the long snow, like threads of silk, like weeping like complaints.

The crowd that was boiling for a moment suddenly fell silent when they heard the sorrow and joy.

Everyone was immersed in this sad sorrow and joy, so sad that they couldn't help themselves, and wiped away their tears one by one.

Only then did Su Ziyi solemnly burn three sticks of incense, and bowed deeply to the spirit tablet that had been set up long ago.

"Brother, brother said goodbye to you."

"You have a good journey, Geng'er, I will take good care of you."

After Su Ziyi finished speaking, he looked at Wu Geng, who was standing aside and staring at Xue Hua in a daze, and said.

"Geng'er, come, say goodbye to your father and king."

Although Wu Geng is small, he looks at everything around him.

In a trance, I feel that I know something, and it seems that I don't know anything.

He stepped forward in a daze, and followed Su Ziyi's hand to take the three sticks of incense.

Under Su Ziyi's guidance, he respectfully kowtowed three times and said crisply, "Father, goodbye!"

"Geng'er will miss you!"

After finishing speaking, the ministers dressed in plain clothes next to him felt their noses ache when they heard this immature voice.

Shu Qi stepped forward first and said: "Your Majesty, I also want to offer incense sticks to the late King."

Su Ziyi nodded and said, "Yes."

With tears in his eyes, Shuqi immediately took out the incense offering that he had prepared earlier from his bosom.

Respectfully, he inserted it into the incense burner, then fell to his knees suddenly, and kowtowed to the spirit tablet.

After knocking down, Shuqi didn't intend to get up.

So in a short period of time, there were more than a dozen knocks. Su Ziyi saw it and hurriedly ordered someone to pull it.

It wasn't until he pulled it up that he saw that Shuqi's forehead was clearly bleeding profusely.

Su Ziyi was inexplicably moved when he saw it.

He said in his heart, "Brother, have you seen it? Our Dashang has such loyal servants, our Dashang has a promising future!"

After Shu Qi, all the ministers performed eight worships and nine buckles one by one.

Su Ziyi nodded, and the ceremony official immediately understood.

Then he yelled, "Go!"

Immediately, the coffin that had just paused for a while was lifted up again, and continued on the road, walking towards the suburbs.

At this moment, there was a commotion from the city gate.

Su Ziyi frowned, and said to Huang Gun: "Huang Gun, go and see, what's going on?"

Huang Gun nodded in agreement, then got up and walked towards the city gate.

He had only taken two steps before he saw a face soaked in ice and snow emerging from the snow.

Huang Gun saw it from a distance, and was stunned with joy.

Immediately, he dared not say anything: "Prime Minister Shang, is that you?"

Shang Rong shouted from afar: "General Huang, it's me, I'm Shang Rong."

Before Shang Rong finished speaking, Huang Gun turned around and reported to Su Ziyi.

"Your Majesty, it is Prime Minister Shang who has returned."

Su Ziyi was a little surprised when he heard that: "Oh? Isn't he stationed outside Chentang Pass? Why are you back?"

Huang Gun replied, "I don't know either."

While speaking, Shang Rong had already come close.

Seeing Su Ziyi, Shang Rong hurriedly got off his horse, knelt down on the snowy ground and said, "Your Majesty, Shang Rong has seen the King."

Su Ziyi nodded lightly and said, "You don't need to be too polite, just get up."

He said again: "Isn't Aiqing in the army? Why are you back?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Rong knelt down again, but was stopped by Su Ziyi.

A look of gratitude flashed in Shang Rong's eyes, and he said: "My lord, I ask you to punish me for coming rashly this time."

Su Ziyi waved his hand and said, "You don't need to talk about this with Gu."

Then Shang Rong said: "Your Majesty, I heard that you are going to hold a state funeral in the army, so I hurried back at night."

"The former king... the former king, he is so desolate, I thought that even if the king wants to punish the minister, I will send the former king a minister."

Shang Rong spoke for a while, then choked up and couldn't continue.

When Su Ziyi heard about it, he remembered that Shang Rong almost walked to the grave of his ancestors that day, calling him out with the determination to die.

Immediately, a bitterness welled up in his heart and he said, "How could Gu punish you?"

He also said with emotion: "With a courtier like you, the great merchants will surely be rejuvenated."

At this moment, Shu Qi came over and reminded: "Your Majesty, the auspicious time is coming soon."

Upon hearing this, Su Ziyi said, "Prime Minister Shang, go and burn incense sticks to the late king, we are leaving soon."

Shang Rong nodded in agreement, and hastily wiped the tears off his face.

Carefully took out the joss stick that he carried all the way from his bosom, lit it respectfully, and placed it in front of King Zhou's spirit.

He knelt down again with a "plop" and said, "Your Majesty, I have come to see you."

"I'm late, I hope you don't mind."

"Your Majesty, I have fulfilled your last wish. I must devote myself to my death and do my own thing well."

After Shang Rong finished speaking, he knelt down respectfully and reverently bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.

Only then did it slowly rise.

Su Ziyi nodded, and slightly raised his hand towards the ritual officer looking over from the front.

The ritual officer understood and shouted loudly: "Go!"

With the sound of the ceremonial officer, the team that had just stopped recovered instantly, and moved forward with incomparable majesty.

At this moment, a human voice suddenly came from the air, shouting loudly: "Stop, stop!"