Dawei Xiangfeng five years, the tenth day of the first month of March, the false hexagram, the six lines are auspicious, the day of the spring equinox, the sun and the moon and a half, the southeast of Dali, avoid logging, should be sacrificed.

The sky was not yet bright, but the palace had already woken up, and the little eunuch and the little palace maid walked among them, people came and went, bustling.

Wang Siying's figure is mixed in, busy up and down, big and small things are done personally, last night has not closed his eyes and rested, everyone likes this no frame of ritual sacrifices, eat and live with everyone on weekdays, sometimes nibble on a mouthful of steamed buns, drink a stomach of cold water, and start to work day and night.

Finally free, Wang Siying wiped the sweat on his face, looked around, up and down the palace, permeated in the shallow morning light, and the sails and flags fluttered around, filled with a sense of righteousness and nobility.

When the sky was slightly bright, Zansheng, Lisheng, and Lesheng entered the waiting order in order, and Kong Feili was also in place in advance as the celebrant, and the hundreds of scholars who came to Beijing from the Confucian Temple, dressed well-dressed and well-dressed, lined up in a phalanx, entered behind Kong Feili as a chaperone.

There was a bright light in the east, and hundreds of civil and military officials entered in Hanfu, Wu Changhe walked in the forefront, followed by Su Kesha and Suo Bilong, and the free and casual Zhongtang Lord on weekdays rarely had a serious face and moved forward squarely.

Li Yuanhao bathed and changed his clothes under the service of everyone, dressed neatly, logically speaking, Kong Feili should be the chief priest of this ceremony to worship Confucius, but with her, the son of Great Wei, Yan Shenggong has to stand aside.

After receiving the sacrificial text handed over by Yu Qing, Li Yuanhao read it again, and couldn't help nodding: "The scholar's literary brilliance is really extraordinary. ”

The memorial text was written by the scholar of Sobilonso, written on the brocade cloth, with more than 300 words throughout, catchy and sincere.

Not long after, the little prince Li Xiuce also came, watching everyone circle around Li Yuanhao, and couldn't help but quip: "Brother, it's enough to grandstand." ”

Li Yuanhao, who had been tossed for a long time, was upset, and smashed the sacrificial scroll in his hand: "Go, I'm still gloating." ”

Li Xiuce smiled and hugged the sacrificial text that was smashed over, and rolled it up: "If you want to accept its crown, you must bear its weight, who let your brother you be His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Wei Kingdom." ”

Li Yuanhao touched his brows: "I'll leave the matter of the dance to you in a while." ”

According to the convention, the chief priest wants to dance a sacrificial dance, Li Yuanhao is not good at this, there are two things in her life, one is dancing, the hands and feet are stiff, like a shadow puppet, there is no beauty, the other is singing, the five tones are incomplete, singing is like a see-saw, the more you want to do a good job, the more you can't do it well.

Li Xiuce patted his chest: "Everything is wrapped up in the younger brother." ”

The two were talking, Su Guifei and Suo Guifei also came to the Qianqing Palace, Su Guifei was pregnant, she needed someone to support her, and she walked carefully, Suo Guifei, who was arguing with her on weekdays, was extremely quiet today, and Su Guifei had her own thoughts, so it was rare for the two concubines not to have a needle point to the noise of Mai Mang, which made His Majesty the Emperor a little unaccustomed, thinking about this, Li Yuanhao hurriedly warned himself: "This kind of thinking is very dangerous, this kind of thinking is unacceptable, unacceptable." ”

In Su Guifei's heart, everyone has said that His Majesty has changed in the past few years, only Su Guifei feels that His Majesty's change is good, some are lustful, some are flamboyant, which makes people like it extraordinarily, and the two have also become good things unconsciously, but recently His Majesty seems to have changed back to the previous emperor. and that he is pregnant with a dragon seed, which is a good thing, which shows that the Su Suo family, our Su family is one step faster, but his grandfather has a sad face all day long, which is really incomprehensible. Now every day when it gets dark, she begins to miss her former majesty.

After tidying up, Li Yuanhao walked to Su Qian'er's side and said, "Qian'er, if you are unwell, go back to the palace immediately to rest, don't be reckless." ”

Su Qian'er bowed her head shallowly: "Your Majesty Xie cares." ”

Li Yuanhao nodded at Suo Rou, and took the lead out of the Qianqing Palace and came to the Temple of Heaven. Li Yuanhao's figure just appeared, everyone stood up solemnly, and a deafening drum sounded, like a dragon leaping and a tiger leaping, the wind roared and thundered, inspiring.

After beating the three drums, Li Yuanhao also walked to the highest place of the Temple of Heaven, with Li Xiuce, Su Qian'er and Suo Rou standing behind her.

Kong Feili's voice sounded: "The way of a gentleman begins with dressing, first dressing, and then reasoning." ”

Everyone sorted out their clothes, and Kong Feili recited again: "A bow, self-improvement." The crowd bowed. "Two bows, virtuous loads. The crowd bowed again. "Three bows, loyal to the country. The crowd bowed three times. "Four bows, filial piety and respect for the teacher. The crowd bowed. "Five bows, Kyushu tranquility. The crowd bowed. "After the ceremony, recite the "Three Character Sutra"!"

100 scholars recited in unison: "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, sex is similar, and Xi is far away......"

The sound of the piano sounded, and the neutrality was peaceful, like fairy music.

After reading the "Three Character Classic", Kong Feili straightened his clothes again and made a big salute: "Please ask Li Yuanhao, the true son of heaven and Emperor Decheng, to recite the sacrificial text!"

Li Yuanhao took out the sacrificial text from his sleeve, the drum beat again, the wind was fierce, and Li Yuanhao's calm and calm voice sounded:

Brilliant China, lush civilization, Tang Yu Jigu, Xia Shang Ning. Wenwu Zhou Gong, the world is from the scene. Oh my master, come to Changping. Less despicable things, erudite and versatile. The virtue of the heavens, the ...... of things

Suddenly, bursts of thunder exploded in the sky, and a thick sound came from the north, the sound shook the sky, overwhelmed the drums, and suppressed the sound of Li Yuanhao reciting the sacrificial text.

"The Great Festival of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Prairie Ying'er, I am here to congratulate!"

With the words, several figures swept in from the north, carrying the divine power of heaven and earth, as fast as thunder.

The bow and crossbow used in the defense of the Forbidden City were shot into the air like a flying locust, and one person in the air swung his fist, his fist was bursting, smashing the crossbow arrows, and the other person was lightly wrapped in his sleeves, and the crossbow was broken between his gestures, and dozens of people were like bamboos, dashing into the city, and in the blink of an eye, they had come to the front of the Temple of Heaven.

"Is this a person in the rivers and lakes? He can take the head of a person for thousands of miles, kill people like a mustard, and achieve ten thousand enemies on the battlefield, but he is too angry and too high-minded, which is very unfair to ordinary people. It seems that the first emperor's approach was not wrong. Lord Zhongtang, who had been protected by the Imperial City Division, looked at dozens of people and muttered.

The little eunuch Yu Qing's eyes narrowed, his feet stomped heavily, and he had already swept in front of everyone.

Lin Yunfeng rushed over with an iron sword in his hand, standing side by side with Yu Qing, facing the comer.

A green rainbow exploded from the Yinghua Palace, and landed lightly in front of the two of them, with their hands behind their backs: "Nalan Toya, you are still the same as before, and your obsession is too deep." ”

Among the dozens of people stood the previous Shenji Pavilion Master Nalan Toya, on the left was the Xiongnu General Hao Lian Bobo, on the right was the Shenji Pavilion Master Hao Lian Liushui, and behind him were dozens of grassland masters.

Nalan Toya ignored Wei Mocheng, but stretched out her hand towards Li Yuanhao in the heights: "Chunfeng's sword, I'll take it!"