Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 300: Holding the national weapon, controlling the universe

The sound was deafening and rolled out like thunder.

The whole of Peking fell silent in an instant. All the people stared blankly in the direction of the imperial palace and slowly knelt down.

"What are they doing?"

Outside the palace, where representatives from various countries were resting, the coachman representative looked puzzledly at the street outside that was filled with people kneeling.

"This is faith, a faith that belongs to the mysterious East."

Lao Te was wearing a clean dress today, leaning on his walking stick and looking in the direction of the palace, muttering to himself.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Many of the representatives from various countries who were waiting were unable to react at once and were severely shocked by the voice.

"Woooooooo..."

A horn suddenly sounded, and at the same time, solemn bells and drums rang out from the bell and drum tower.

"Long live, long live, long live!"

The people bowed down to the palace like they were on pilgrimage, shouting "Long live the emperor!"

Many people's faces were flushed and their voices were hoarse from the loud cheers, but they didn't care and kept shouting "Long live the people!"

Many of them were illiterate and didn't know what to say to congratulate the emperor. They could only use the "Long live the emperor" that they knew to express their excitement and ecstasy.

Shouts echoed throughout the city, and the crackling firecrackers and fireworks shot into the sky never stopped from the moment the cheers started.

"Wansheng, Wansheng, Ming Dynasty Wansheng!"

The soldiers lined up waiting for inspection cheered loudly.

They emerged from the blood and fire, and with their lives and blood, they pulled this nation that was heading towards danger back and made it stand at the top of the world.

As participants and as rescuers, they are proud from the bottom of their hearts.

Fate of the nation, everyone is responsible!
These ordinary soldiers have achieved this goal.

Perhaps no one will remember them in the future, but their deeds of saving this nation and their bravery and fearlessness will be passed down forever.

Amid the cheers of the people, Zhu Zhanjun strode into the Fengtian Hall, walked up to the steps, and sat on the throne.

"Your Majesty has issued an order to summon all civil and military officials to the court for an audience!"

Accompanied by a loud shout from the official of the Ministry of Rites, civil and military officials lined up to enter the hall and performed the ritual of three kneelings and nine kowtows to Zhu Zhanjun who was sitting on the throne.

"Long live my emperor!"

Shout "Long live the king" three times to show loyalty to the king.

Zhu Zhanjun raised his hand slightly and replied in a steady voice: "My dear ministers, please don't be polite!"

"Thank you, my emperor!"

When everyone stood up, Zhu Zhanjun raised his hand and said, "Announce the decree!"

The Minister of Rites Fang Xuanling stepped forward, took the imperial edict on the tray with both hands, stood on the first step, unfolded the imperial edict and read it aloud.

"My Holy Emperor said: Since ancient times, the two poles of yin and yang complement each other..."

"…My wife, the daughter of the Huo family, is virtuous, filial and respectful. …I am now canonized as the queen, the mother of the country, and the ruler of the harem."

As Fang Xuanling read out the speech, Huo Wenxiu, dressed in a phoenix coronet and bridal robe, slowly walked into the hall with the help of palace maids.

All the civil and military officials lowered their heads. No one dared to look, let alone glimpse at him.

The people from the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Censorate were watching, and any indiscretion would be considered a crime of disrespect and punishable by death.

After the last word was spoken, Fang Xuanling held the imperial edict in both hands and waited quietly.

"Your Majesty, I thank you for your grace!"

With the help of palace maids, Huo Wenxiu paid homage to Zhu Zhanjun and accepted the position of queen.

Zhu Zhanjun stood up and personally handed the queen's seal and book to Huo Wenxiu.

After the other party took it and handed it to the palace maid next to him, Zhu Zhanjun reached out and pulled her up, holding her hand and looking at his wife in front of him.

"On our wedding night, I made a secret decision in my heart that I would make you the most noble woman in the world. Today I have fulfilled my promise."

Huo Wenxiu pursed her red lips, her eyes misty with emotion, and looked at Zhu Zhanjun lovingly.

Zhu Zhanjun smiled slightly, took the imperial edict from Fang Xuanling and handed it to Huo Wenxiu.

Then he took the other person's hand and walked towards the throne above.

After the two men sat down, with a loud shout from the eunuch, all the civil and military officials bowed and knelt again.

The next step is the worship and congratulations session.

All the forces that had surrendered to the Ming Dynasty walked in one by one from outside, bowed and knelt before Zhu Zhanjun, and presented their gifts.

The government offices of various states also sent representatives to pay tribute and presented gifts with meaningful meanings.

Finally, there were envoys and representatives from various countries.

This was the first time that envoys from various countries met the real emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Seeing that young face, many people were a little surprised.

Especially Lao Te, he seemed to remember where he had seen this young man, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

At the reminder of the officials of the Ministry of Rites, the representatives of various countries did not perform the full prostration ceremony, but they also performed the most standard chest-touching ceremony. Similarly, they also brought gifts from various countries.

For example, the United States, represented by President Trump, sent a lion carved out of gold.

Queen Victoria presented a throne carved from ivory and various gemstones, on which was engraved an oriental dragon.

Countries such as Coachman and Grape also sent various precious gifts.

The things these people gave away are enough to build a museum.

Only after all the representatives of various civil forces had finished their congratulations did the coronation ceremony come to an end.

Next, it was the military parade that everyone present, including envoys from various countries, were looking forward to.

Military parade is a very common ceremony that has been held in many countries. In the minds of many people, the so-called military parade of the Ming Dynasty was at most to let some troops come for a march through, then pull out some weapons and show them off and that was it.

The main purpose of their visit this time was to observe the new weapons of the Ming army, or to try to see if they could figure out anything from their appearance.

To do this, they shamelessly brought a lot of people to watch with them.

Many of these people are weapons experts or people who have studied this area, and their goal is to copy the weapons of the Ming Dynasty.

There is no way, the Ming Dynasty’s scientific research capabilities are just too strong.

It has only been a few short years, and we have surpassed them from the time we first used flintlock rifles.

It is said that on the battlefield of Annan, the Ming army had rifles that could fire continuously, and the firing rate was so terrifying that even God would despair.

Under the arrangement of the Ministry of Rites, Zhu Zhanjun led hundreds of civil and military officials as well as envoys from various countries who came to watch the ceremony, passed through the Duanmen Gate and the Imperial Road, and arrived at the Anmen Tower.

After the renovation, there is a wide avenue in front of Anmen, which directly crosses the Jinshui Bridge in front of Anmen.

This road is generally not open to the public and is only allowed during grand ceremonies or in special circumstances.

Normally, apart from officials working in the six ministries, ordinary people hardly come here.

"Long live, long live..."

When Zhu Zhanjun appeared on the Anmen Tower with his civil and military officials, the people watching the ceremony in the square across the road shouted excitedly.

Not everyone can come to the square to watch the ceremony.

Most of the people who come here have a certain status. They are either meritorious soldiers from various armies, their families, or representatives of small forces that have made contributions to the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Zhanjun stood in the middle of the city wall and waved to the cheering people.

Just one action instantly caused a wave of excitement and cheers.

"The founding parade ceremony officially begins now!"

The Minister of Personnel, Du Ruhui, stood next to the microphone and announced the start of the ceremony.

As his voice fell, the cannons placed on one side of the Anmen Gate roared instantly.

At the same time, from the Anmen city gate, the Ming Dynasty guards, dressed in new military uniforms, walked out in neat rows, guarding a blood-red flag.

The entire square fell silent, leaving only the rumbling sound of the salutes and the orderly footsteps of the guards.

"Oh my god, look, they are straight lines no matter how you look at them. This is simply a perfect work of art."

The Gallic Rooster representatives, who have always pursued perfectionism, looked at the neat formation with light in their eyes.

At this moment, he wished he had a paintbrush in his hand so that he could record this scene.

"Crack!"

Suddenly a strange sound was heard beside him. He looked back and saw Lao Te holding a box and pressing it down continuously.

"What are you doing?"

He asked doubtfully.

After taking another perfect photo, Lao Te replied with satisfaction: "Camera, the latest model, Wang, gave it to me."

"The pictures taken are very clear, not the blurry ones we have over there."

Of course, I had heard of cameras and even took photos of them, but this was the first time I had seen one so small and exquisite.

Seeing the other party constantly pressing the shutter, he rubbed his hands, smiled and said, "Can you take a picture for me?" He pointed at the guards slowly advancing below and said, "Take a picture with them."

Lao Te frowned. He didn't have much film to begin with, but seeing the other party's expectant look, he nodded and agreed.

With a click, this photo with the guard as the background became a permanent classic in the West.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the guard team escorted the red flag to the flagpole.

The team quickly marched and separated, and formed a square formation amid the exclamations of the crowd.

"Look to the right, look forward!"

Under the officer's command, the team quickly organized itself, and it looked so neat, beautiful and perfect.

"My God, this is simply the most perfect work of art."

Cries of surprise rang out in the viewing stand. Upon hearing the shocked words of these foreigners, the accompanying officials could not help but curl up the corners of their mouths.

Everyone wants to show off, but if everyone around you knows about it, there is no point in showing off.

Now that there is a group of old-fashioned people coming from the West, they feel indescribably refreshed when they are stared at with shocked and horrified eyes.

As everyone waited, Du Ruhui stepped forward and said solemnly, "Everyone stand up, raise the Ming national flag, and play the Ming national anthem!"

As soon as the words fell, a desolate horn sounded, followed by majestic and solemn music, resounding throughout the square!
(End of this chapter)