September obscure.

"In October, the hibiscus flowers are full of branches, and the heavenly court rider gives winter clothes." Yi Lunhuan gently stroked the cold clothes sent by the inner court, and slowly raised his eyes, "Are the red beans, glutinous rice, and the cotton clothes of the palace people ready?" ”

"It's all ready, the emperor, do you still need it?" Kang Jiuhe asked respectfully.

"No need. Have you prepared a list of officials who will go to worship this year? ”

"It's ready." Kang Jiuhe respectfully handed over the list, Yi Lunhuan swept it lightly, frowned slightly, and said, "Call the young ladies and sons of each family too." ”

"Ah...... Be. Kang Jiuhe was slightly stunned, and then trotted to the inner court to draw up a list, thinking that it was not the emperor who was going to choose a concubine, and he had a number in his heart in advance?

After Kang Jiuhe walked away, Yi Lunhuan scooped up the newly made black lambskin coat and shook it into the air, then turned around and draped it on his shoulders, and the dragon qi filled the entire hall in an instant, and several palace ladies on the side couldn't bear such a powerful imperial qi, and all their knees fell weak and knelt down in an instant. Yi Lunhuan's long and narrow phoenix eyes slowly swept over the palace ladies who were kneeling on the ground and shivering, and their eyes were as cold as the frost of the moon.

In the Chu Mansion, Chu Changting sat at the table, seriously tailoring winter clothes for his late mother. Xun'er watched intently from the side, checking the stove from time to time, and then wiped the beads of sweat from the corners of Chu Changting's forehead.

"Mother likes bright colors the most, and this red will definitely match her heart." After Chu Changting cut the last stroke, he smiled sweetly, and the pear vortex rippled lightly, adding a honey-like sweetness.

"Miss is sincere, presumably Madame will be happy in the spirit of heaven." Xun'er received the winter clothes into a delicate box for Chu Changting, and then brought a bowl of hot tea for Chu Changting, "Miss, let's have a cup of tea and rest." This tea was just given to our Chu Mansion by the emperor. ”

"Hmm." Chu Changting took the teacup, sniffed it gently, and suddenly felt the fragrance in his nose, and his eyes smiled into crescent moons, "It's really fragrant...... Oh, is my padded coat ready for this year? ”

"Miss, an edict has just been issued in the palace, and all officials and their families above the fifth rank of the court will participate in October this year, so the palace has prepared winter clothes for the Chu Mansion, so I won't bother Miss Lao anymore."

"Ah...... Then do you think Liangchen can rush back? Chu Changting raised his little face and looked at Xun'er and asked seriously.

"The good news of the great victory just came yesterday, I'm afraid that General Shen will have to take care of some aftermath in the extreme north before he can come back. Even...... Can't catch up. ”

"Alas...... The marriage is going to be held on the twenty-eighth of this month, and I haven't prepared anything yet......" Chu Changting pouted and shook his sleeves in frustration.

"Miss, don't worry, everything will be safe and smooth!" Xun'er comforted.

"I hope." Chu Changting raised his cheeks, always feeling a little uneasy in his heart, but he couldn't say why.

On the first day of October, the October Dynasty, the Son of Heaven sacrificed to the gods of the sun, moon and stars at the altar.

All the civil and military officials were dressed in winter clothes, and knelt neatly and respectfully under the altar.

Seven minutes before sunrise, Taihe bell ringing, Yi Lunhuan drove to the side of the altar, the southeast of the altar burned calves, the southwest hanging sky lantern, the smoke and clouds are ethereal, the candle shadow is red, and a grand and prosperous atmosphere suddenly arises.

Welcome the emperor god, lay the jade silk, enter the funeral, make the first gift, the second gift, the end of the gift, withdraw the food, send the emperor god, and hope to burn.

"Worship the Holy Spirit, establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, open peace for all generations, and make the prosperity of merit, and there will be no disaster forever. To inherit the order of heaven, I would like to use the sacrifice. But God Zhaojian, my country's family. Shang Fang"!

After a bunch of complicated etiquette, Yi Lunhuan was a little tired. He turned around and motioned to the ceremonial eunuch on the side, and the eunuch immediately shouted: "Worship the gods - swing the Taimiao-"

A group of courtiers and family members followed the emperor's dragon sedan chair to the Taimiao Temple to worship the five generations of ancestors. After a set of rituals for the god sacrifice ceremony, Chu Changting felt very tired, and when he thought of having to sacrifice the emperor's ancestors for a while, he felt even bigger. She secretly raised her eyes and looked at the sedan chair at the front, thinking that the emperor was sitting in it, majestic, and suddenly her heart leaked half a beat, she held her hand tightly to sober herself up, her nails were embedded in the flesh, and Chu Changting, who was in pain, gasped in a low voice.

When he arrived at the Taimiao Temple to worship the ancestors, Yi Lunhuan still completed all the rituals without any confusion. After comforting the peasants, the ceremony of the October Dynasty finally ended temporarily, and the rest of the officials went home to worship their ancestors.

Chu Changting knelt on the ground and waited for the emperor's palanquin to pass in front of him and return to the palace, and then he could go back to the Chu Mansion to worship his ancestors. The wind blew the curtains of the sedan chair, Chu Changting couldn't help but look up again, and saw Yi Lun's beautiful side face, just when she was amazed at the emperor's handsomeness, Yi Lun suddenly turned his head slightly and looked at her, so frightened that Chu Changting hurriedly buried his head, nervous and at a loss.

The wind stopped falling, Yi Lunhuan was overhead, looking ahead, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.