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The sky will be polished, the east will be set off with a touch of fish belly white, the outline of the moon will still be faintly visible, and the stars will twinkle in the distant sky

The princes and nobles in Beijing, the clan relatives, the ministers above the five grades of literature, and the four grades of martial arts, gathered in the southern suburbs of the capital.

The pro-army guards came here in the middle of the night, separating the altar at this time, waiting for Zhu Jianshen to arrive.

The ministers who got up early yawned and gathered around in twos and threes, chatting without a mouthful. In order to facilitate the sacrifice later, they also kept the sequence a little so as not to lose the ceremony.

If you look closely, you can tell where they belong and who they are.

The elders naturally stood together, talking, Peng, and Liu Dingzhi had a mouthful of conversations about the political affairs of the past few days. The three of them didn't really care about the matter of sacrificing to the sky, and they were silent. When people reach a certain position and have a certain vision, they are somewhat resistant to and despise these mysterious things.

But these three are the elites of the elite of the Ming Dynasty, and they exist like the spires of the pyramid. Years of political wisdom and life experience have given them the characteristics of paying attention to rules, and they even came before most.

I don't approve of it, but I don't show a negative attitude.

The golden mean, that's it.

But for Zhu Jianshen's sacrifice to heaven this time, in their opinion, the emperor himself is not happy. But they didn't care, and even in their hearts, they were happy to rule under a mediocre emperor.

But this is a secret thing, and the three of them may think so in their hearts, but they will definitely not show the slightest hint.

If the king is weak, the minister will be strong. There is never a vacuum in the right.

On their side was the position of the prince and nobleman.

But at this time, there were few people, and the prince of the Ming Dynasty must be a vassal, and it was rare to see this group of princes in the capital when it was not a special festival or when the emperor summoned him. Zhu Jianshen's two younger brothers, Zhu Jianzhi, the king of prayer, and Zhu Jianpei, the king of Hui, had already been Pan, and they were just two idle princes of the older generation, who were deaf and dazzled and chatted loudly about the affairs of the previous dynasty.

The princely camp behind is obviously much larger, and the Marquis of Yongning has just returned to the capital after being edicted.

The prince took it on the horse, and he won a series of battles on the battlefield in a row, so he naturally became the focus of the princes.

He calmly recounted the situation on the battlefield a few days ago, and the marquis in Beijing rarely had the opportunity to go out to lead troops. Hearing the urgency, he endured the excitement and surging in his heart, but he still couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation, and the Jinxian crown on the heads of the Hou Ye shook into a red wave.

The camp of the six departments is obviously much more active, and this group of political practitioners in the Ming Dynasty has a lot of places to deal with each other, and there are many people who are also close friends in private. Even if state and political affairs are abandoned, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and economic articles are all their talking points.

Wang Shu, the squire of the Criminal Department, Xiang Zhong, the secretary of the Military Department, and Ye Sheng, the left squire of the Military Department, stood with their shoulders flat, talking in a low voice, and let out bursts of chuckles from time to time.

The Ministry of Rites seems to be much more united, and the waiter Liu Ji, the left waiter Wan'an, and the right waiter Yin Zhi are chatting hotly.

The Ministry of Rites is the initiator and planner of this sacrifice, and it is natural that it is very excited about such a thing.

Until the auxiliary priest announced the silence, loudly announced the process of this sacrifice to the sky, and the finale - when the Ming Dynasty is today, Wanli Emperor Zhu Jianshen will finally take the stage to chant the sacrificial text.

For a time, outside the sacrificial field, there were all kinds of civil and military affairs, each with its own differences.

But one thing is the same - they are not optimistic.

What the? The emperor wants to take the stage in person to chant the sacrificial words?

Ha ha! Let's talk about the new Oiran girl in the Spring Workshop.

Nine whips sounded, and the long guard of honor of the Son of Heaven slowly walked over.

The front twelve gold-armored wrestlers hold high the dragon flag, the tail of the Big Dipper leopard follows closely, a pair of tigers and leopards, six white elephants are lined up left and right, and sixty-four flags are clothed. Each flag is guarded by five pro-soldiers, one holding the flag and four holding the bow.

His Majesty Zhu saw Shen Dan in the queue, followed by three rows of umbrellas of various colors, and more than 100 captains holding flags.

When the ministers saw the emperor arrive, they knelt down to pay respects.

Yue Zhang followed next to Zhu Jianshen's Dan Majesty, and when he saw such a big battle, even he, a heartless person, was a little nervous.

Special code, this is the sacrifice to the sky? It's a little different from having a sports meeting!

In the past few days, in order to worship the heavens now, Yue Zhang has been by Zhu Jianshen's side almost all day long. The hard work of the two of them these days is self-evident, but when it comes to the end, it is still inevitable to be apprehensive.

Looking up at His Majesty Dan, Zhu Jianshen's gaze was ushered in, and the two glanced at each other, both of them seeing each other's reactions.

"Your Majesty, I have bowed for thirty-six years, and I am just shivering. Come on, the minister is optimistic about you! Yue Zhang whispered.

Zhu Jianshen originally didn't understand the meaning of the word come on, but Yue Zhang has repeatedly mentioned it in the past few days, and he naturally understands the meaning of encouragement.

Immediately nodded to Yue Zhang, with a solemn expression.

When Zhu Jianshen ascended to the Dan Majesty and entered the sacrificial ground, the auxiliary priest loudly announced that the auspicious time had arrived, and the sacrifice began.

The sub-offering officer walked to the altar and read aloud the words and deeds of the ancients, and the people of all parties took their places.

When all parties are in place, incense is burned, wine is sacrificed, and drinking ceremonies are performed.

Under the guidance of Zhu Jianshen, everyone bowed down in all directions.

Play music to welcome the gods, and bow again.

First dedication, second dedication, reading blessings。。。。。。

After a set of processes, everyone knelt down and dizzy. Those marquis generals are okay, after all, most of them are people who devote themselves to martial arts, but those old princes and courtiers can't support it anymore.

For more than an hour, he kept kneeling down and kowtowing, standing up and repeating the kneeling, even Yue Zhang, the youngest among the people, couldn't stand it, he only felt the hot pain in his knees, and he was afraid that he had already blistered.

The head is not swollen, and the eyeballs are about to pop out.

Later, his grandson came to worship the heavens, he thought to himself.

In his opinion, it is really good that these sixty or seventy-year-old people in the list did not faint on the spot. If you can survive such a situation, it will not be a problem to live a long life.

In the previous life, if there were a few cerebral hemorrhages on the spot, they would be sorry for such a big battle.

What he didn't know was that many people in the crowd had knee pads around their knees. Many of the older ones did not kowtow when they bowed down again.

What a traitor this group of people! Usually they kneel down, and the people in the six departments are better. Some imperial historians can't afford to kneel for a long time if they don't agree with each other, and they kneel for three or four hours, just like walking in the back garden of their own home.

This is the skill of the civil servants of the feudal dynasty!

Just when Yue Zhang was thinking about the mess, Zhu Jianshen slowly climbed onto the altar with a dress and robe in one hand.

Holding the gold silk with the sacrificial text written on it, he glanced at the solemn ministers, and finally fell on Yue Zhang, nodding to him quietly.

Yue Zhang cheered up, responded to Zhu Jianshen, and said in his heart that the person who travels a hundred miles is half ninety, and the real highlight is coming!