It was nearly noon.

The sun is at its strongest.

Zuo Shengyuan, a former eunuch in a brand-new eunuch clothes, stood in front of the wind and rain thunder altar of Yanwangfu.

With a solemn look on his face, he looked at the hundreds of figures standing in front of him like a staircase.

Yan Wangyi, who was dressed in a crown dress of nine chapters and a sharp blade hanging from his waist.

Dressed in a purple official robe and equipped with a green steel sword at the waist, Sun Daohua, the county guard of Shanggu County, and Pang Wenze, the county guard of Yuyang County.

Fifteen are different in height, fat and thin, but they are the same as the fifteen county commanders in the seventeen cities of Yandi who wear crimson official robes!

Dozens of Shanggu County families headed by the Zhu family.

Dozens of Yuyang County families headed by the Qu family.

and hundreds of elders and squires in the seventeen cities of Yandi.

Zuo Shengyuan, who was looking straight at it for a while, was in a trance.

Such a sight.

It is really since the death of the former Yan King, which has never been seen in more than 20 years.

'Bell~! Clang~! Clang~! ，

'Bell~! Clang~! Clang~! ，

'Bell~! Clang~! Clang~! ，

Just when Zuo Shengyuan was in a trance, his eyes were full of excitement and remembrance.

Nine majestic and solemn bells slowly sounded from the center of the palace.

"The auspicious time has come."

The moment he heard the bell, Zuo Shengyuan came back to his senses in an instant.

In an instant, the majestic and solemn sound of the bell was mixed with an old, slightly shrill and piercing sound.

Meanwhile.

The hundreds of figures under the rain, rain and thunder altar of the Yan Wangfu all looked upright, and silently looked at the front of the one who was wearing a nine-chapter crown robe and a sharp blade hanging from his waist.

Yan Wangyi, who stands majestically like Mount Tai.

"Respectfully Yan Wangyi! Sacrifice to the Altar of Wind and Rain and Thunder!"

"Pray to God to bless my land! Wind and rain! Harvest of grains! Six animals prosper!"

Zuo Shengyuan took a mahogany tray from the equally old eunuch next to him.

Facing Xu Yi, he slowly bowed down on his knees.

Meanwhile.

Zuo Shengyuan raised the mahogany tray in his hand high.

And on the mahogany tray is impressively placed three pillars of incense and a folded wat board to worship the heavens.

The words fell.

Sun Daohua, Pang Wenze and other hundreds of figures all bowed deeply to Xu Yi.

"Respectfully Yan Wangyi! Sacrifice to the Altar of Wind and Rain and Thunder!"

"Pray to God to bless my land! Wind and rain! Harvest of grains! Six animals prosper!"

In the years when the old and new Yan kings were vacant, the Yan land was often worshiped by each county and sacrificed by each county.

Today's scene has not been repeated for more than 20 years.

For a while, among the hundreds of figures in front of the Wind and Rain Thunder Altar in Yanwangfu, ninety percent of the figures involuntarily appeared with dense goosebumps.

And the older you get, the more so.

Unconsciously.

A substance called cohesion, or a sense of belonging, blew slowly with the breeze, instantly blowing through the hearts of every figure in front of the wind and rain thunder altar.

Although the substance could not be seen or touched, there were goosebumps and hundreds of slightly trembling bodies that appeared all over the body.

It's all proving that 'it's been here.'

Maybe.

This is the true meaning of sacrifice.

In front of the wind and rain thunder altar in the Yanwang Mansion.

Xu Yi slowly moved his steps in the deafening respectful voice and walked towards the Wind and Rain Thunder Altar. ….

"Yan Wangyi! Please sacrifice to Tianwat!"

Xu Yi walked to the altar and faced Zuo Shengyuan, who was kneeling down with a mahogany tray.

Bow deeply.

Then he took out the prayer to heaven from the mahogany tray and folded it into a wat board.

"The emperor goes to heaven, and he shines on the earth."

"The spirit of the land, rain and rain."

"To each his own place, to each his own

Crowds."

"To each his own place, to each his own, to the present and to the past."

"Today, with millions of people in Yandi, worship the emperor's heaven, thin and thick soil."

"The god of the talks, the wind and rain."

"All things, all the rich."

"Be at peace and quiet, and worship the spirits of the earth."

"At the beginning of the first month of the thirty-first year of Wei Zhengde, the light is bright up and down."

"Be diligent in all directions, and be a mumu beside you."

Xu Yi held a wat board and bowed in front of the altar.

The words fell.

Xu Yi got up slowly, and lit the wat board in his hand with a candle flame to reach the heavens.

Wait for the wat board to burn out completely.

Xu Yi slowly got up and walked to the side, picking up three pillars of fragrance from the mahogany tray held by Zuo Shengyuan.

Then he walked again to the altar of wind and rain and thunder, and inserted it into the incense burner with both hands.

"King Yan bows down! Bow to the heavens!"

Zuo Shengyuan's old and shrill voice sounded again.

Hearing this, Xu Yi solemnly lifted the crown of the nine chapters, and then knelt deeply and kowtowed in front of the wind and rain thunder altar.

People are rude and do not stand! Rude can't be done! The country is rude.

This ancient saying, life is also reasonable.

Xu Yi, as the king of Yan, is an example for millions of people in Yandi.

Self-esteem and courtesy.

"Receit!"

"Respectfully invite Yan Wangyi to move to the altar of Sheji."

Zuo Shengyuan's old and sharp voice sounded in front of the wind and rain thunder altar again.

Hearing this, Xu Yi slowly got up, faced the wind and rain thunder altar and bowed deeply again, and then moved to the Sheji altar.

The emperor sacrificed to the Heavenly Father.

The prince sacrificed to the god of wind and rain.

The emperor sacrificed to heaven, earth, sun and moon.

The prince sacrificed to seal the mountains and rivers of the country.

The so-called prince is the first class of the Son of Heaven, and there is nothing more than this.

And the shrine altar is dedicated to the mountains and rivers in the swallow land.

With Xu Yi's solemn face, he moved to the altar of the community.

The hundred officials of Yandi, the head of the family, and the old squires of the seventeen cities in the two counties who had long been worshiped in front of the wind and rain thunder altar finally got up slowly.

"The people of Yandi! Prostrate! Sacrifice to the Altar of Wind and Rain!"

Accompanied by Zuo Shengyuan's old and sharp and piercing voice.

The hundred officials of Yandi, the head of the family, and the old squires of the seventeen cities in the two counties all brushed their clothes.

Then he knelt down on his knees and kowtowed three times in the face of the wind and rain thunder altar.

"The emperor goes to heaven, and he shines on the earth."

"The spirit of the land, rain and rain."

"To each his own, all things are born."

"To each his own place, to each his own, to the present and to the past."

"The people of Yandi follow my Wang Yi and worship the emperor's heaven, thin and thick soil."

"The god of the talks, the wind and rain."

"All things, all the rich."

"Be at peace and quiet, and worship the spirits of the earth."

"At the beginning of the first month of the thirty-first year of Wei Zhengde, the light is bright up and down."

"Be diligent in all directions, and be a mumu beside you."

The words fell.

The hundred officials of Yandi, the heads of the families, and the old squires of the seventeen cities of the two counties slowly got up again.

He took a pillar of incense from the eunuchs and servants who were waiting on the side. ….

He slowly stepped forward respectfully and offered incense to the incense burner.

It didn't take a while.

The birds in front of the wind and rain thunder altar and the green smoke soared into the sky.

"Receit!"

"The people of Yandi moved to the Sheji altar and sacrificed to the Sheji with the king!"

After the last person finished the incense, Zuo Shengyuan said loudly again.

......

......

It's almost time.

The ceremony of worshipping the heavens in the palace of King Yan has finally come to an end.

Hundreds of Yandi officials, wealthy families, and old squires slowly walked to the carrier hall under the guidance of the subordinate officials of the Yanwang Mansion.

At this time, the outside of the carrier hall was already full of round square tables.

A jar of aged wine and exquisite dishes come out of the palace's dining house.

Through the hands of the servants and maidservants of the palace, they arrived outside the carrier hall one after another.

Meanwhile.

Sun Daohua, the county guard of Shanggu County, Pang Wenze, the county guard of Yuyang County, and the county magistrates of 17 cities and 15 counties in two counties.

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The power above the court is not insignificant.

The Ministry of Officials is in charge of the appointment, dismissal, evaluation, promotion, and transfer of officials throughout the country.

His Shangshu Wang Xianlin was born in Langya Wang.

Besides.

Such as the emperor's travel frame, as well as the national horse politics of the four products of the Taifu Temple Shaoqing Wang Ruixing.

For example, Wang Chang'an, who is in charge of the national military registration, military weapons and military science examinations, is the chief of the arsenal of the Wupin Military Department.

Such as Hedong County Shouwang Zhengyang, Xihe County Shouwang Shengmin, and Dongjun County Shouwang Jize.

These people are all from the Langya Wang family.

And this is just the children of Langya Wang's Zheng five or above.

As for the five products, there are countless brothers.

It is conceivable how huge the power of the Langya Wang clan is.

and once greeted Xu Yi's relatives.

Xie Wencheng, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites who was in charge of court etiquette, sacrifices, banquets, schools, imperial examinations and foreign affairs activities, was born in the Xie family of Chen County.

His family's power should not be underestimated.

Inside the study room of the side hall of the carrier hall.

Xu Yi frowned slightly and pondered.

Immediately put pen to 'Langya Wang's, Chenjun Xie's, and put a big cross on the eight big characters.

'Whether it's a branch of the Langya Wang clan or a branch of the Chenjun Xie clan. ，

'After the whole army has a big competition, if you dare to stand in front of you. ，

At that time, Hugh blamed his lonely men for showing no mercy. ，

If it was Xu Yi on the side, he might have scruples about the Langya Wang family and the Chen Jun Xie family.

But at that time, the world will be in chaos.

Xu Yi is bound to integrate the entire two counties and seventeen cities of Yandi into an iron bucket before the world is completely chaotic.

At this time, Hugh wants to say that these two families are just branches of the Langya Wang clan and the Chenjun Xie clan.

Even the main family of the Langya Wang family and the Chen Jun Xie family is here.

But if anyone dares to stand in front of him, Xu Yi will definitely get rid of him.

As the saying goes, 'Kindness does not control soldiers, and kindness does not control wealth.' ，

Xu Yi didn't want to fight outside one day, but there was turmoil in Yandi, which was the rear.

At that time, if the swallow was chaotic, it was tantamount to drawing wages from the bottom of the kettle.

......

......

Just when Xu Yi was secretly pondering.

Outside the study room of the side hall of the carrier hall, there were suddenly several footsteps.

The leader is Yang Xian'an.

'Winter, winter, winter. ，

Yang Xian'an walked to the door of the study in the side hall and knocked lightly.

"Enter."

Inside the study room of the side hall.

Xu Yi calmed down slightly, and then put away the rice paper with Langya Wang's and Chenjun Xie's written on it.

"Yes."

With a 'creak, a soft sound.

Yang Xian'an, Song Yuanfu, Zhu Zongting, Fan Chongxian, and Wang Wenqing slowly walked into the study room of the side hall of the carrier hall.

The six network holders designated by Xu Yi at the beginning were not here except for Lu Zaizhong, who acted as a mediator.

The rest has arrived.

With the arrival of Yang Xian'an, Song Yuanfu, Zhu Zongting, Fan Chongxian, and Wang Wenqing.

A net that is enough to include all the world's families and businessmen officially reveals its unique fangs.

But before the fangs are officially bared, there is another important thing.

"We will meet the prince."

Inside the study room of the side hall of the carrier hall.

Yang Xian'an and the other five people lined up, brushed the ground and bowed to Xu Yi.

"Excuse me."

Xu Yi nodded slightly, and then motioned for the five to sit down.

After the five of them are seated completely.

Xu Yi then looked at Yang Xian'an and asked, "Have all the invitations been sent?"

Hearing this, Yang Xian'an quickly replied, "Back to the sixth master, all the invitations have been sent."

Xu Yi nodded slightly when he heard this, and then he commanded: "After the fifth day of the first month, find more than 1,000 craftsmen in the city."

"Be sure to completely land the grandstand before the 20th of the first month."

The twentieth day of the first month.

Wang Daying's whole army competed.

How could Xu Yi let go of such a good opportunity to show off his muscles.

And today's sacrifice to the wind and rain thunder altar and the community altar.

Yandi's powerful officials, wealthy families, and old squires all arrived.

This undoubtedly saved Xu Yi a lot of effort.

"Obey!"

Yang Xian'an's expression was correct when he heard this, so he bowed his hand and said loudly.

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