In the October Dynasty of this year, the emperor and the queen went to Nanshan to worship the heavens and the earth, and pay tribute to the gods of heaven and health, the gods of the earth and the earth, the heavens and the earth, and the harvest. Then go to the Imperial Tomb Temple to pay tribute to the ancestors. Once again, the sun and moon hall cloth ceremony, sacrifice the meritorious family, and lay the martyrs.

Chu Changting wears a gold-inlaid pearl winter crown, this crown smoked mink, covered with Zhu Wei, decorated with three layers of gold silk phoenix top, each layer with a first-class large pearl, crested head, wings, tail are decorated with pearls, and the back is inlaid with a cat's eye stone. The eaves are decorated with seven golden phoenixes, also inlaid with pearls, the cat's eye stone is decorated, the crown is decorated with a golden Zhai, hanging Zhu Sui, sharing more than 300 pearls. The middle through the gold filament is inlaid with lapis lazuli knots, and the coral falls into the corners. This crown was specially made by Yi Lunhuan for her, but when he showed it to Chu Changting beautifully, Chu Changting drooped his face - sure enough, it was so heavy that it seemed to break a person's neck.

Today, both of them are wearing black and gold dresses, looking from afar, the hem of the clothes is a foot long, like a mysterious fish swimming in the deep sea.

When it was time to pay tribute to the heroes, it was already in decline. Chu Changting patiently put the last stick of incense on his face, and the tablet at the front was glowing with scorching golden light in the setting sun, Chu Changting's whole person was stunned, and the hand holding the incense trembled imperceptibly. She leaned back slightly, and it was then that the sorrow overwhelmed her like a salty sea.

The Holy Sacrifice to the deceased martyrs did not need to do any worship, so both of them stood up straight and offered incense, and it was precisely because of this that the sourness quickly flowed all over the body along Chu Changting's reddened eyes without hindrance, and wrangled her heart unscrupulously.

Her body was unstable for a moment, and Yi Lunhuan beside her noticed her abnormality and knew why she was unstable. He inserted the incense into the incense burner, then secretly held Chu Changting's hand and whispered, "Let's go." ”

Turning his face slightly, he found that Chu Changting was already uncontrollably in tears. Yi Lunhuan's eyes darkened, and he hung his head in some disappointment. Chu Changting sniffed with mixed feelings, quietly withdrew his hand from Yi Lunhuan's hand, raised his head slightly, and took a deep breath: "All the rituals today are over." ”

Yi Lunhuan hummed softly. Chu Changting glanced at him lightly, then turned back deeply, and stared deeply at the spiritual position that was shining in the sunlight, and the haunting name carved on it one by one.

"Let's go, then."

Chu Changting officially participated in the October Dynasty for the first time, standing beside Yi Lunhuan as the empress, and accompanied him through all the ceremonies.

On the way back to Fenghe Palace, she looked ethereal all the way, she remembered that the first time she participated in the October Dynasty, it was three years ago, standing on both sides of the palace road as the prime minister's concubine, and when Yi Lunhuan passed by, she bowed her head deeply, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that indifferent but brilliant face passing in front of her. Later, in the October Dynasty, she was not favored in the cold palace once, and once she was pregnant and unhappy and inconvenient, and this time she finally came to participate in the memorial ceremony of the October Dynasty.

On days like the Winter Clothes Festival, you always have to miss your old people, but Chu Changting didn't dare to think about any of them. Yes, she didn't dare to think about it.

No matter who I think of, it's a heart-rending pain.

This was a disaster for her.

She propped up her chin and held the light of the oil lamp with a hairpin. Chu Nanpu ran in and said obediently: "Niangniang, the winter clothes are ready, you can burn them." ”

Chu Nanpu is just a little cook in her small kitchen who can live a stable life by being idle all day, but today she chose him to prepare winter clothes for herself. Chu Changting put down the hairpin, stretched out his hand to hold Chu Nanpu's slightly cool little hand, frowned, and said, "Why are your little hands so cold." Why didn't the winter coat that Hongu gave you wear under your clothes? ”

Chu Nanpu's little face turned red crampedly, and he said, "I... I don't want to wear it. ”

Chu Changting's heart hurt quickly, she sighed, then pinched Chu Nanpu's face, and lowered her voice to make herself sound serious and serious: "Xiao Jiu, this palace will let people make you ten more sets." Why, are you reluctant to wear it now? ”

Chu Nanpu hurriedly waved his hand, thinking that Chu Changting had danced with him, and explained: "No, the queen mother, Xiao Jiu has no such intention, my clothes are enough to wear, and I don't need to add clothes to Xiao Jiu." ”

"Hongu is serious. Hongu really felt that it was not enough to just give you a set of clothes. But helplessly, only one set of winter clothes is allowed to be added on the Winter Clothes Festival, which is the rule left by the ancestors, and after today, the palace will send you the remaining ten sets of winter clothes. This winter, we want to be warm and warm. Chu Changting took Chu Nanpu's hand and walked out, "Let's go, accompany the palace to burn the cold clothes, after the burning, we will go to the dinner party of the October Dynasty." ”

Chu Nanpu obediently followed Chu Changting to burn his winter clothes. The brightly colored paper clothes turned into ashes and scattered into the sky, and in the billowing smoke, tears seemed to slide quietly.