plumnovel Chapter 6: The Oracle Descends!
Chapter 6: The Oracle Descends!
Jiang He's heart was pounding violently in his chest.
[Historical Comments]!
You can send text messages to the sky!
These four words completely overturned his understanding of the system.
This is not just a live streaming tool; it is a bridge that transcends time and space!
On the other side of the screen, there was no longer a cold historical record, but a living, breathing emperor and his ministers watching his every move!
Li Shimin, Empress Zhangsun, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui...
All of his actions—treating Xiao Sizi, taking her to the supermarket, and feeding her instant noodles—were witnessed by these people.
That grand sacrificial ceremony to heaven was not a coincidence at all; it was a ceremony held specifically for him, an attempt to communicate with him!
"New player mission: Send your first comment to greet that ancient era!"
The system's voice sounded again.
Say hello...
Jiang He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Every word he utters now could be taken as divine revelation and have an immeasurable impact on that era.
He can't say anything carelessly, much less say anything wrong.
What are you saying?
"I have read it?"
That's so cringeworthy.
"Is the Tang Dynasty doomed?"
It will scare them to death.
"I'm your father?"
It's estimated that Li Shimin would be so angry that he would die on the spot.
After much thought, the safest and most appropriate etiquette for a "higher civilization" to make on the first occasion of communication with a "lower civilization" is simply a greeting.
He concentrated, conceived three words in his mind, and then selected "send".
Taiji Hall Square, Tang Dynasty.
As Li Shimin finished reading the eulogy, he, like all his ministers, looked up at the sky with anticipation and trepidation.
They witnessed the princess's miraculous recovery and saw her running and acting like a normal child.
This joy overshadowed the solemnity of the festival, immersing everyone in a frenzied emotion known as "miracle."
Just then, something unexpected happened!
The image on the screen—Jiang He eating instant noodles and Xiao Sizi snuggling in his arms—did not disappear.
But in the very center of the image, three huge, golden characters appeared out of nowhere without warning!
It was a script they had never seen before, with square strokes and a simple structure, yet it carried an indescribable majesty and sanctity. Each character seemed to be cast from pure gold, radiating a soft yet unapproachable light.
These three words just floated quietly in mid-air.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The breaths of the thousands of people in the square seemed to be held captive by an invisible hand.
Dead silence.
Absolute silence.
Three seconds later.
"Words...words! There are words...in the sky!!"
A young official standing on the periphery, his voice sharp and distorted with shock.
His roar was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly igniting the entire scene!
"An oracle! It's an oracle!"
"The immortal has responded! The immortal has responded to us!"
"Auspicious omens have descended from heaven! Auspicious omens have descended from heaven!"
The crowd erupted in jubilation! The civil and military officials no longer cared about court etiquette; they craned their necks, pointed to the sky, their faces a mixture of shock, ecstasy, awe, and disbelief!
"Fuji! Xuanling! Look!" Li Shimin's body trembled violently. He gripped the arms of Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling tightly. "What are those characters?!"
Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling were also stunned; their brains almost stopped functioning at that moment.
Become!
Their plan to worship Heaven and communicate with the gods actually worked!
This is not a coincidence, this is not an illusion!
This is the first divine decree issued by the immortal after witnessing their ceremony and hearing His Majesty's prayers!
"Your Majesty..." Fang Xuanling's voice was hoarse with excitement, "Although I have never seen the characters before, but... but I can understand their meaning! Those three characters are pronounced... pronounced..."
He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, using all his strength, and uttered that greeting that transcended a thousand years.
Hello!
Hello.
Once these three words were deciphered, Li Shimin could no longer contain his inner turmoil.
He released his grip, staggered back two steps, and then burst into laughter, his laughter filled with boundless joy and pride.
"Great! What a nice 'hello'!"
He understood!
The immortal didn't say "hello" to him, but rather "hello to you all!"
This means that the immortal's approval extends beyond just Li Shimin; it extends to the entire Tang Dynasty's monarch and its officials! It extends to all of them!
This greeting is the highest affirmation of his ceremony and the supreme recognition of his status as the emperor!
"Your Majesty!" Empress Zhangsun cried with joy. With the help of palace servants, she slowly knelt down and bowed gracefully towards the sky.
Behind her, a sea of civil and military officials, including Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng, and Cheng Yaojin, all knelt down without hesitation.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! You have received a divine decree!"
"May the Immortal have mercy! May the Tang Dynasty last ten thousand years!"
The sound, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing, resounded through the sky.
After the initial euphoria, Li Shimin quickly regained his imperial composure and decisiveness.
He stepped down from the altar, personally helped Empress Zhangsun up, then turned to face all the ministers, his voice booming like a bell:
"Where is the historian?!"
An elderly historian with white hair and beard immediately stepped forward, trembling with excitement: "Your subject is here!"
"Write this down for me!" Li Shimin said, enunciating each word clearly. "In the autumn of the seventh year of the Zhenguan era, I offered sacrifices to Heaven before the Taiji Hall. My sincerity moved Heaven, and a divine decree descended, bearing the three words, 'You are well!' This is the first auspicious omen since the founding of our Great Tang Dynasty! Record this in the daily records of the emperor with a gold-inlaid knife, and include it in the national history!"
"Your subject... obeys the decree!" The old historian wept uncontrollably, kowtowing as he accepted the order.
This is a record of divine pronouncements! As the historian, he will surely be remembered in history for this!
Immediately, Li Shimin turned his gaze to Changsun Wuji and Wei Zheng.
"Auxiliary mechanism, Xuan Cheng!"
"Your subject is here!"
"The immortal has issued a divine decree; how can we mortals remain silent? I command you two to immediately summon all the Grand Secretaries of the Hongwen Academy and the Imperial Academy to study this decree for me! Study every stroke, every turn of this decree! And more importantly, devise a way for me, a way to... reply to the immortal!"
"I want the immortal to know that we have received his greetings!"
modern.
Inside the rental house.
Jiang He stared dumbfounded at the barrage of comments he had posted, and at the scene in the sky where the Tang emperor and his ministers went from shock to fervor, and then to collectively kneeling and shouting "Long live the Emperor!"
He simply sent a message saying "Hello".
As for?
Isn't this a bit too much of a reaction?
He watched as Li Shimin on the screen, so moved he cried and laughed, ordering those three words to be engraved in the history books, and even instructing his ministers to devise a "response" to him...
Jiang He suddenly felt an unprecedented pressure.
He realized that his every word and action might really be like a butterfly, stirring up an unimaginable hurricane in another time and space.
And he was that butterfly.