Chimes, this huge and solemn musical instrument has become a ritual instrument in the Great Song Dynasty, it flourished in the Western Zhou Dynasty, flourished in the Spring and Autumn Period and lasted for thousands of years, until the Qin and Han dynasties. And after that, these bronze souls of music were hidden in the snow, and they were not allowed to be used without canons.

There are not many musicians who can play this huge chime, but there must be one in the royal family, and they strike the chimes to make a solemn sound that echoes between heaven and earth, and it really has the meaning of dialogue with the ancient and even the gods.

The exquisite tassels on the bell shelf hang down from the corners, blowing in the cold wind, like a pair of small hands constantly stroking the big bell or drum on the side, a Jing Bell, a Festival Drum, these are all known to Zhao Zhen, and when the bells and drums rang in unison, Zhao Zhen didn't know what those instruments were called.

There are all kinds and variety, there are the piano and the elderly, the zheng, and the big; Those who cut off bamboos such as pipes and blow horizontally with knots at both ends; There are those who burn the soil like a round bullet and open their minds; The one who is as big as the sheng; Those who increase their management like a flute...... And so on.

Zhao Zhen sat on the throne in front of the Temple of Heaven and waited, this was not the time for him to be the king of a country.

All sacrificial rites should first be resounded through the heavens and the earth with the sound of drums, and it should be told to the heavens and the earth, just like knocking on the door of the master's house, otherwise how can people see you? ?

After knocking on the door, there was a self-registration number, there was a singer, his voice was clear, not Zheng, Wei Zhiyin compared to them, they opened their mouths and a strange sound sounded, giving people a strange rhythm, but Zhao Zhen had to admit that the voice was very ethereal and melodious.

With their singing, two poles were erected in front of the palace frame, and the musicians were wrapped in scarves like cages, wearing crimson robes, and wrapped around their waists with a cotton silk as a belt, and the two dancers stepped forward like immortals, with a purple crown and a horizontal board on it, and soap clothes and red skirts.

Suddenly there was a lot of music. Zhao Zhen was startled by the sudden voice, and turned his head to look at the ceremonial officer of the Ministry of Rites, suspecting that this thing deliberately did not speak, otherwise why did he stiffen in place and remain silent?

In fact, it's no wonder that one, but the southern suburbs have not happened for a long time, and the last time was before Zhao Zhen's personal expedition, and the sacrificial officials have changed an unknown number of people......

At the beginning, it was a literary dance, but as the music continued to change, it became faster and faster, and finally disappeared and completely became a martial dance.

It's not wrong to say that it's a martial dance, because it's really dancing with a knife and a gun, and the guards on Zhao Zhen's side have already put their hands on the blades. Because the dancers have a short track in one hand and a small shield in the other, there are more people than Wen Wu. The sound of the copper cymbals is like a copper stove between the rings, so the momentum is really a bit of a battlefield......

There are also two people carrying a large copper urn at the same time, constantly knocking on the ground, Zhao Zhen can obviously feel the numbness of the soles of his feet, and the dancers at this time make a series of stabbing movements, such as riding clouds, such as breaking up, the momentum is terrifying.

When Zhao Zhen's guards faced this situation, they subconsciously pulled out the knife from the sheath, and the horizontal knife slashed through the machine spring, and the crisp sound brought out became the best accompaniment.

Zhao Zhen waved his hand, and the guards returned the knife into the sheath, and the voice was the same.

This southern suburb festival is indeed slightly different from the previous suburban sacrifices, probably because this time it is to ask God to forgive the sins of the Great Song Dynasty, so that this spring disaster can pass as soon as possible...... Zhao Zhen doesn't account for those dancers, let alone the nervousness of these guards.

The official who presided over the ceremony stepped forward tremblingly, and the scene just now frightened him, and now he remembered that it was because he did not explain to the pro-health department in time that he made the joke in front of him, but the action of the pro-guard just now really made this ritual and martial dance more charming......

"Holy Driver, please Your Majesty on the altar!"

The leading officials all bowed to the side and led Zhao Zhen to the bottom of the stairs of the Temple of Heaven, at this time, the prime minister Pang Ji, who was the great envoy, stepped forward, and only he could follow the emperor to ascend to the Temple of Heaven, which was the glory of ten thousand people under one person, and it was not possible to do it unless he was in charge.

Zhao Zhen bowed to the spiritual seat where the "Haotian God" was located in the north, which was a rare respectful gesture of the emperor, and the palace supervisor who followed him bowed to the east, gave Zhao Zhen a drink on the ground, and Zhao Zhen bowed again, which was considered "worshipping God......

Since Zhao Zhen ascended the altar, the music under the altar stopped, and when Zhao Zhen finished worshiping the "Haotian God" and began to worship the ancestors, the sound of the altar sounded again, it can be seen that the "Haotian God" does not need music, but when he meets his ancestors, he needs to use music.

The rituals are all similar, except that the worship with music is more solemn, and this is only the first offering, and there are also sub-offerings and final offerings to be carried out, although the process is the same, but the actions must be carried out.

Zhao Zhen was even a little glad that he didn't agree to his daughter's request to bring her over, otherwise Ling'er would definitely sneak away boringly, it was not easy to sneak in, but it would be even more embarrassing if someone found out if she ran away secretly.

But at this time, Zhao Zhen didn't know that there was a clever "waiter" in the waiter's team who kept looking at the place where the student was, obviously someone successfully attracted her, and made her appear in the southern suburbs in the team of worshipping the sky completely regardless of etiquette......

The people of Zhongshu have already knelt on the ground, reciting the sacrifice with a firm voice in sorrow, and there are ceremonial officials entering the jade cup, Zhao Zhen drank the blessing wine in it, and rewarded these blessing wines to the clan and officials, at this time the sacrifice was mostly carried out.

Since it is a sacrifice, there must be sacrifices, Zhao Zhen waved his hand on the altar, and the ceremonial officials began to prepare to burn the sacrifices, the dark coins, paper silks, and jade books seemed to be sprinkled into it as if they didn't want money......

After the palace drove the music, tens of thousands of people inside and outside the southern suburbs participated in the ceremony of worshipping the heavens stood solemnly, and could only hear the sound of the breeze blowing and clanging, which showed how solemn and grand this was.

At one of the celebrants, he shouted: "Praise! At that time, everyone bowed down together, which meant the end of the ceremony, and many students who participated in the southern suburbs for the first time trembled with excitement.

Many people secretly vowed that in the future, they would also become a member of the official family to participate in the sacrifice to the heavens, instead of following the last bystander.

Although the ceremony of worshipping the heavens in the southern suburbs is over, there are still many follow-ups, at least the emperor's return to Beijing City is very complicated, Zhao Zhen turned around and was about to leave, but when he stepped down the imperial steps, the originally slightly noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

For no other reason, the cold wind suddenly stopped, as if the neck was broken by life, and the sky that had been gray began to gradually become clearer, until countless golden rays of sunlight "pierced" the thick clouds and sprinkled on the earth, forming one golden pillar after another.