The worship of the heavens is held once every four years, and each time the time is calculated by the Guantianjian, and the time is not fixed. Like this year, it is really rare for the front foot to worship the sky just after the New Year, and the officials of all sizes in the capital are busy with their feet not touching the ground.

Cang Xuelan stood in the middle of the procession, kneeling down with the officials, shouting long live.

When eating vegetarian food, the officials of the imperial court are divided into three levels according to their official positions. The first-class seats are all royal relatives, and the queen's concubines and princesses are all seated. Cang Xuelan looked at it coldly, except for the children who were not yet ten years old, the Yan family was here.

The second-class seats were all high-ranking officials, important members of various ministries, Zeng Wuhou sat here, and other officials sat on the third-class seats. Cang Xuelan according to her identity,

"Iron Horse Red Makeup" Chapter 41 You want to rebel? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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