(Go to the net.) "Hey, where is Yuan Lin?" Finally rushed to the place, just about to breathe a sigh of relief, then I remembered that I was in a hurry to leave just now, and I didn't care about Yuan Lin at all, now there are so many people, what if he is a child who gets separated. Go and see the net.

"Sister, don't worry," Seeing that I was anxiously looking around, Princess Xiangyang hurriedly comforted me and said: "The emperors and grandchildren all have their own fixed positions, and the people of the celebrant have already arranged it, and it should be behind the princes." ”

That's good, I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Looking to the right-hand side, all the princes were already standing outside the main gate of the cemetery, leading the ministers behind them to greet the holy car. Test Text Watermark 5. Zhize was in high spirits and stood in front of the team, with Yuan Zhiyu and Yuan Zhixun standing on either side of him.

This sacrifice to the ancestors was originally something that men should do, so our group of female dependents did not have the qualifications to go to the church to pay respects, and could only line up beside the honor guards on both sides of the road to greet the holy car. It's a bit patriarchal, but it's a good thing for me, and I've heard that the ritual process is very cumbersome and lengthy. I don't know if I'd ever fallen asleep if I followed in.

"Mother, please stand over here. "The old eunuch who brought us over just now pointed to the front of me. Test Text Watermark 5.

There are a lot of benefits to being the boss, and I can actually enjoy the honor of standing in the front row of the line, just as I was happily preparing to pass, my legs suddenly seemed to be filled with lead. Because I saw that right next to that position, Chu Jinglan was sneering at me coldly.

Hmph, it's really unlucky, it's actually next to her. No, I can't be short of breath in front of this woman, and I just walked to that position with confidence, although I was a little uncomfortable, but as long as I treated her as a ball of air, it would be nothing. Test text watermark 8.

"It's coming, it's coming. "At three o'clock in the morning, there was a sudden exchange of heads and ears in the crowd. Did the emperor come? I looked up the thoroughfare, and sure enough, a group of men and horses slowly marched towards the cemetery, and among the countless fluttering flags, a splendid golden car tent was particularly eye-catching.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" When the carriage stopped, everyone present prostrated on the ground and saluted the supreme ruler of the empire who was sitting in the carriage.

"Let's all be flat. An old voice suddenly sounded, and when he raised his head, he saw the old emperor coming to the car with the support of the empress, looking down at the people who were prostrating in front of him. Test Text Watermark 1. I hadn't seen him for a long time, and the emperor seemed to be much older, and his thin body swayed in the cold wind of hunting.

The queen helped the old emperor out of the car and retreated in a familiar manner. Zhi Ze had been waiting for a long time, and hurriedly stepped forward to support his father. Seeing Zhize, the emperor seemed very happy, and the father and son seemed to be talking about something.

"The sacrificial ceremony begins—" With the order of the celebrant eunuch, the two rows of trumpeters behind him raised heavy horns, and the solemn and thick horn sound resounded throughout the cemetery. Test Text Watermark 5. Zhi Ze supported the emperor and carefully crossed the long main road, followed by the others.

Passing through the empty square just now, the group stopped in front of the Shinwang Temple. I don't know when, all the princes have an extra sacrifice in their hands, and under the guidance of Zhi Ze, they are respectfully placed on the offering table.

"Recite the sacrificial text—" The celebrant eunuch issued the next order, and one of the eunuchs placed a delicate silk scroll

Presented to Zhize. Zhi Ze took the silk scroll and looked at the emperor, the emperor nodded to him slightly, Zhi Ze immediately opened the silk scroll, stood in front of the ancestral hall, and recited loudly: "Woo Hu Xin Wang, unfortunately died!

With the incense slowly floating above the giant ding, the princes and ministers present came to the ancestral hall in an orderly manner to bow to the tablet of King Xin. Test Text Watermark 6. Even Lin'er's group of little imperial grandchildren also saluted with the help of the eunuchs.

The sacrificial text was originally cumbersome and lengthy, and Zhize recited it in a low and slow manner, so he didn't finish reading it until everyone finished worshipping. The frail emperor just stood in front of the hall in a daze, staring at his brother's tablet in a daze.

Zhi Ze finally finished reading this sacrificial text, only to see him respectfully come to the spiritual seat and bow three times, and then put the sacrificial text in his hand in the incense burner and ignited it, turning into a few wisps of green smoke and dissipating in the cold wind. Test Text Watermark 3.

I gently turned my neck back and forth, and although I had only been standing for a short time, the oppressive and dreary atmosphere of the scene was very uncomfortable.

Not only did the ministers and officials who had worshiped still stand under the hall with their heads bowed, but even Zhi Ze, who had burned the sacrificial documents, stood beside the emperor without saying a word. The Emperor was oblivious to the situation around him, and remained in the same position as before. Test Text Watermark 2.

"Let's go, go up!" Just when I suspected that the old emperor was asleep, the old man's voice suddenly sounded again, and it was very clear in the silent environment.

Zhi Ze took the emperor's arm in understanding, and the two of them quickly disappeared into the dim side passage of the ancestral hall. Where are they going, and why don't the others go in?

When I unintentionally looked up, I found that there were two more figures on the steps behind the ancestral hall, and they were not Zhize and the emperor? With the help of Zhize, the emperor stepped on the steps and walked towards the palace-like building above. Test Text Watermark 6.

When I first came in, Zhizawa had already told me that it was the Shinwang Temple, built on a high pedestal, overlooking the entire cemetery. Others can only worship in the ancestral hall under the Shinwang Temple, which is a forbidden area for ordinary people, and only the emperor can enter to worship.

Looking at the two backs, a question suddenly came to mind in my heart: on such a serious occasion as a sacrifice, why would the emperor give Zhi Ze the task of reciting the sacrificial text, and he accompanied him almost the whole time, and even the privilege that only the emperor can enjoy such as temple worship will be shared by Zhi Ze. Test Text Watermark 2.

"Sister should be happy, right?" I was trying to suppress the ecstasy in my heart when I suddenly heard the voice behind me that annoyed me.

"I, what do I have to be happy about. I didn't look back, and I rejected her in a cold tone. Why is Chu Jinglan so annoying? I have a lot more disgust for her.

"Seeing that her husband is deeply loved by the emperor and accompanies the emperor into the temple to make incense, doesn't my sister have any ideas?" Chu Jinglan still didn't give up.

"What if there is, the emperor is heavy on Zhize, shouldn't I be happy?" As soon as I heard her words, I felt jealous, and I must have envied my husband for being more brilliant than hers.

"Heavy, hum!" Since the two of us were standing in a relatively high position, there was only one eunuch beside him, so Chu Jinglan's voice became more and more arrogant: "Sister, I advise you to be realistic, don't think that the emperor is respecting your husband by doing this, it's really a joke." ”

"It's a pity, no matter how angry you are and how you curse, the person who accompanies the emperor to offer incense will never be your husband. "I was so enraged by her that I wanted to dismantle her and throw her into the sea to feed the fish.

"Of course it won't be my husband. Chu Jinglan smiled contemptuously, as if she was dismissive of my counterattack.

"Why?"

"Because my husband's father is not the king of faith who died young!"

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