The spring festival is a specific ritual after the establishment of the Yunyue Dynasty, once every five years, the first year of the founding of the country because Empress Yunxian was pregnant and presided over by Huangyang and King Anhe, and now this second sacrifice will be presided over by the emperor and queen himself.

Ling Huxian took over all the things of the spring festival himself, and Xuanyuan Che also dealt with the excerpts in various parts of the court with peace of mind, I don't know if it was to save the treasury expenses or simply to make Huxian guilty of spring sleepiness and laziness, the spring festival held in the first year in Huxin City, Longxian County, was forcibly changed to the imperial capital this year, so the Ministry of Rites was racking their brains for the steps of the spring festival and the construction of the altar and had a headache.

"Hmm...... No, it's too vulgar...... "At that time, in the study of Chenqing Palace, the two adults of the Ministry of Rites sat tremblingly on the guest seats, curled up without saying a word to minimize their sense of existence, and after the bookcase, Ling Huxian frowned and lifted the cinnabar pen and just wanted to change it on the manuscript paper presented by the Lord of the Ministry of Rites, and threw down the pen with some discouragement.

"Isn't this the same as the festival held in the first year?" She sighed and leaned back in her seat a little lost, "Your Highness, these are all ...... It was all drawn up by the emperor at the beginning, and the ministers really couldn't think of a better way to sacrifice......" The lord of the Ministry of Rites replied cautiously.

"Formalism!" She interrupted the Ministry of Rites Shangshu, who was still trying to make an excuse, and patted the table case sadly: "Didn't the palace say that you want to have fun with the people!" Do you understand how to enjoy with the people? What's the point of making such a condescending sacrifice like a sacrifice to ghosts and gods......"

"This ...... This ...... The ministers are ignorant, and I ask His Highness to make it clear......" "If this palace knows how to do it, it will still be able to use you?!" ”

The whole Chenqing Palace shook one by one with the roar of the Hedong lion.

"Since the palace wants to have fun with the people, it needs all the people who come to participate in the festival to see the emperor and the ...... of the palace" After getting angry, she finally calmed down and thought about it, "Niangniang thinks twice, Niangniang, as a member of the royal family, the queen of the Yunyue Dynasty, how can she appear in front of her subjects casually...... This, this is too dangerous......" The two kneeling below were sweating profusely and didn't dare to wipe it, so they buried their heads deeply and said persuasively.

"It's the ideas of you old antiques that can't make a satisfactory ritual arrangement for this palace!"

"Foolishness!"

Approaching April, the pear blossoms inside and outside the city are in full bloom, there are light pink pear blossoms specially cultivated by florists in the palace, it is very good-looking, when the people of the imperial capital go out of their homes to feel the warmth of spring, on the wide square at the end of the long street, since the last competition to recruit relatives, a huge wooden altar has been built again, but it is different from the past, this time the altar is built by the royal craftsmen of the dynasty in person, all the materials are the best, and the earth and stone structure is also used, it is obvious that the altar will not be demolished after it is built.

"A year of spring rain is as expensive as oil, that's it, you can make some blessings for the people The palace will be satisfied, and the altar will not be demolished after it is built, and it will be sacrificed once every five years, and it will be handed over to the people to worship religiously."

Here, the Ministry of Rites and the Empress are busy with the sacrifice on April 4th, and the emperor and King Anhe and the titular national teacher Huangyang are not idle, seeing that Ling Huxian's fetus is about to enter the fourth month, no matter how much she eats, it is estimated that her slowly revealing belly will not be able to hide it, and they are discussing how to take out this child unknowingly.

"Since she still has the poison of Chiyan in her body, why don't you transfer that poison to the child, and then ......" Xuanyuan Che frowned, even if he felt sorry for the child, but for Ling Huxian's safety, the child was nothing. No......" Before he finished his proposal, he was denied by Huangyang and Linghulou at the same time, "Your memory is still incomplete, you don't know, this Chiyan is actually not poisonous, but the demon soul of Qilin Jun Cangya, it ...... It came specifically to find the Phoenix King. ”

"This demon soul will only haunt the soul of the Phoenix King, how can it accumulate on the child," Ling Hulou sighed, and had a headache about the series of willful requests that the Phoenix King had given him in his previous life. "The only way to get rid of this demon soul is to ......" Huang Yang stared at Xuanyuan Che, "Go back to the plane where you and the Phoenix King should exist, and let the Wang Soul return to the spirit body." ”

This is really a troublesome solution, and if Hu Xian knew about it, she would never agree to it......

"Your Majesty!" Outside the hall, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu asked to see him, and handed over the ritual process designed by Ling Huxian himself, Xuanyuan Che swept it one by one, and noticed one of the steps-Tianqi......

"I know, all according to the queen's orders,"

After the people from the Ministry of Rites left, he still held the book and read it for a long time, and finally said, "You two, you are in charge...... Take the baby in her belly and the rest ......"

The poison of the red flame made Hu Xian's wish, they originally wanted to live together in this world for a lifetime, but now it seems that it is a little difficult to watch those three children grow up to be independent......

"I'll do the rest."

April 4, which is not only the Qingming Festival in the former world, but also the festival of the underworld on this continent, is said to be on this day, the god of the underworld will take away the calamities and misfortunes accumulated in winter, take away the poor lonely souls, take away the demons and monsters gathered on Chinese New Year's Eve, and bring a warm spring and the revival of flowers and plants.

At the end of the long street, towards the gate of the Yunyue Palace, a complex and low-key altar rises high, and under the high platform is a ring of low and shallow pools, which extend along the walls of the palace to the moat of the east and west city gates, which means that the god of rain, praying for the spring rain to moisten the stiff earth that sleeps for a winter.

It was also specially ordered by Ling Huxian to create it.

On the altar, there is a Fang Ding incense burner and the god of the four gods, the god seat of Ling Hu Xian personally checked, and later chatted with Xuanyuan Che: "Worshipping these four gods feels like worshipping yourself......

According to the customs of the people, the Hades Festival should first clean up the ashes at home, collect wormwood to make the Youth League, and the children should go out to play and go out to dissipate the misfortunes accumulated in the year, and this ritual that starts seven minutes before sunrise is the beginning of the festival day.

Xuanyuan Che changed into a sacrificial robe early, sat in the outer hall of the Chenqing Palace and quietly read a book waiting for Ling Huxian, who was still changing clothes and putting on makeup, and the three children who ran in from outside the door also changed into auspicious clothes that were in line with the royal heirs, "You three, you must follow Yichang honestly today, and you are not allowed to run around or cause trouble to the palace!" The person who was still putting on makeup in the inner bed seemed to feel the excitement of the three children, and couldn't help but speak.

"I know, I know, my mother is so verbose today!" "Father, does my father want to play the piano, Erchen saw Uncle Yun take someone to take Emperor Zhao......" "Is it that my mother can also play the flute today, my mother has always refused to teach my son to play the flute...... I'm so angry. The three little guys chattered around the emperor, and Xuanyuan Che closed his eyes with a headache: "So many words, be careful that the god of the underworld comes to take your twitter away today." ”

When I landed, the world fell into silence.

Ling Huxian opened the bead curtain and walked out with her skirt, the snow-white dress was half-exposed with fragrant shoulders, the golden fox on her chest was shining, the fluffy snow fox fur set off the color of the country, the phoenix wearing a flower crown and holding the pearl cui in her mouth, and a touch of fire-like text between her eyebrows made Xuanyuan Che lose his mind for a while.

Lan You has always loved white, snow-white neon clothes and silver bells, and the person at this time is incomparably compatible with the woman in her memory.

"This black body is extremely suitable for you." She walked over with the skirt that dragged the floor, and smoothed the collar for the man who was still sitting in a daze, although it was pitch black, but it was a five-clawed golden dragon with gold thread embroidered, like the person who had accompanied her to soar for nine days.

"Let's go, it's almost time." Ling Huxian inadvertently touched her belly, pulled up Xuanyuan Che with a smile, and the husband and wife were instantly immersed in the world of the two, completely forgetting the three children who were still clamoring for love and love.

The emperor and queen personally presided over the sacrificial ceremony, and it was spread out when the ceremonial platform was built more than a month ago, and the emperor and queen were overcrowded, and the emperor and queen were dressed in the white of the fish belly in the early morning, and walked all the way to the gate of the palace where the altar was located, only to see the guards outside the palace who had already arranged to control the order, blocking the bustling people.

The two maintained a proper official smile in response to the enthusiasm of the people cheering and waving, and were escorted all the way to the bottom of the altar, and under the altar, there was a row of gods standing on the high platform, facing the ancestral hall of the palace, facing the four gods on the altar. This is the tablet of the founding emperor and empress of the Mohu Dynasty that the ancestral hall grandmother got up early to offer, but this is not arranged by Ling Huxian.

Xuanyuan Che took her hand to comfort her, took the incense handed over by the ceremonial officer next to her, and knelt down with Ling Huxian to worship the incense, but the feeling of worshipping herself was so wonderful that Ling Huxian was still in a fugue when he was dragged to the altar.

The utensils and sacrifices used in the sacrifice are arranged on the altar early, all the way in accordance with the old sacrificial customs, in turn, the sun in the east slowly climbed up from the distant horizon, reflecting the cool morning, the emperor and the queen will be the last offering, by the ceremonial officer will be two handfuls of imperial wine handed over, and then by the two of them to sway, three kneels and nine bows.

"Send the four gods!"

Approaching the end of the sacrificial ceremony, the band should have played the music of Qingping, but Ling Huxian's arrangement was that the emperor and queen himself played the music in order to seek the prosperity and peace and happiness of the world, and the people who had been curious about the ancient tongqin placed on the altar saw the emperor sitting cross-legged on the futon and stroking the strings, and the queen took out the flute from the velvet bag she carried for a while, and they knelt on the ground and bowed their heads and shouted Long live the emperor.

The emperor and queen were originally noble people, but they were willing to personally play music and pray for blessings in such sacrifices, which can be described as rare piety, and the people also knew that this kind of thing was rare and could not be easily watched, and worshiped in fear.

Xuanyuan Che gently fiddled with the well-maintained Guqin Emperor Zhao, and looked at Ling Huxian who was already ready on the other side with a light smile, fluttering Yixian's clothes, a familiar scene, as if it was a long, long time ago, they were like this, Qin Se and Ming.

Emperor Zhao provoked a crisp gliding sound like water, and after a prelude, the jade flute Tianqi was born, and it was inserted into the sound of the piano like a clear spring without violating the harmony, just like the forest waking up in the morning, the mountain spring Ding Ning, and the birds and partridges.