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Lao Zhu, Xiao Zhu, and Xiao Xiao Zhu knelt side by side.

Lao Zhu wore a nine-dragon sacrifice costume, Zhu marked a five-dragon sacrifice costume, and Zhu Xiongying wore a three-dragon sacrifice costume.

Each pure black inlaid with gold,

It looks domineering.

There are still a few tablets in front of the three people,

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were slightly red, and he kowtowed respectfully to the tablet of his father and brother.

Then get up.

Zhu Biao and Zhu Xiongying kowtowed three times together.

Today is the most important day of the whole year in the Ming Dynasty.

Spring ploughing ceremony.

Zhu Yuanzhang, as the son of tomorrow, should dig up a handful of soil and plant seeds before spring ploughing.

It means that the Son of Heaven ploughs pro-ploughing, and this year is a great harvest year.

Before sacrificing to Sheji, Lao Zhu thought about taking Zhu Biao and Zhu Xiongying to give his father and mother a stick of incense.

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice trembled a little and said,

"Father, mother, you are in the spirit of heaven,

Be sure to bless your great-grandchildren. ”

then

Zhu Yuanzhang pulled Zhu Xiongying over,

Choked up,

"Come, eldest grandson,

Talk to your grandma. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang is already the supreme of the Ninth Five-Year Plan,

but

The painful memories of my parents and brothers being starved to death in my childhood,

It will always be a scar in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart that is difficult to uncover.

Zhu Xiongying kowtowed three more times,

Looking at the tablet in front of him with firm eyes,

positive color channel,

"Master, grandmother, great-grandson Xiongying will definitely keep the foundation of the Zhu family!

It will definitely bring peace to the world!

I will definitely protect my grandfather and daddy, as well as the people around me!

You two elders can rest assured over there! ”

"Hahahaha! Father! Mother!

Do you see it! This is the unicorn of our Zhu family!

All the heirs of the Zhu family, together they are not as good as our eldest grandson! ”

Zhu Biao also looked at Zhu Xiongying with pride.

The three Zhu in the ancestral shrine,

It is three generations of a single lineage.

"Alright, boss, you also kowtow to your grandmother three times,

Even if it's a shift change. ”

Zhu Biao stepped forward and kowtowed three times.

The prince's handover is really completed at this moment.

As for the subsequent reading of the decree to the world,

It's just a formality.

With ancestors as evidence, but Zhu Yuanzhang's ancestors and grandchildren are three,

They completed the transfer of power to the greatest dynasty,

Although, the whole process seems very simple,

but

The wheels of the times have begun to turn.

Zhu Yuanzhang got up,

Pull up Zhu Biao with his left hand, pull up Zhu Xiongying with his right hand,

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile,

"Let's go."

The three of them stood side by side, pushed the door out,

The instrumental music of the royal family suddenly sounded, full of thick and dignified.

The Manchu Dynasty civil and military officers wore the most noble sacrificial clothes, bowing around the ancestral shrine,

The sun is shining, and everything is renewed.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The Manchu Dynasty shouted three times, and its voice was fused with the dignified ritual music, and there was a feeling of destiny.

The princes of the Zhu family were all waiting by the side, and they were not qualified to go to Zhu Yuanzhang's side at all.

The only thing in a country is war and worship.

The only people who can stand on Zhu Yuanzhang's side are Zhu Biao and Zhu Xiongying.

Zhu Yuanzhang strode forward and sat on the sedan chair of the son of heaven,

Zhu Biao sat in the prince's sedan chair behind him.

Zhu Xiongying was vacant for a while, Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and took Zhu Xiongying's hand and pulled it onto the sedan chair.

He hugged his eldest grandson in front of him.

The grandson is on the sedan chair of the heavenly son.

The royal family is noble, civil and military officials, and the whole world is in the eyes.

In an instant, everyone is blessed with souls,

Kneeling down and shouting,

"Long live His Highness the Holy Sun, long live, long live, long live!"

It took three times to stop.

Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was solemn, and his every move had already been announced to the world.

This is the only heir to the Great Tomorrow!

Anyone else succeeds to the throne is a rebellion!

The world can fight together!

Zhu Biao sat on the prince's sedan chair for the last time, and he had mixed feelings in his heart, but he had no regrets.

There is only infinite anticipation for the future life.

Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Xiongying's back and couldn't help but smile,

The holy grandson who gathers the luck of the world and is loved by all people,

What does his future look like?

Baiguan walked and hugged the two sedan chairs in the middle,

It is said to be a sedan chair, but it is actually two dragon chairs that are carried.

However, these two chairs represent the supreme power of the dynasty!

The palace ceremonial music has not stopped all the way,

Zhu Yuanzhang just sat there at random, but mortals didn't dare to look at him directly.

The procession walked out of the palace, and all the troops in the capital dispersed.

The great ritual does not see the soldiers,

They can only protect the safety of the Son of Heaven and His Highness in the shadows.

The sedan chair of the son of heaven goes all the way forward,

The surrounding people looked at Hong Wuye with admiration, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and looked at the people of the Ming Dynasty, not afraid that someone would dare to plot against him.

Lao Zhu loves these people deeply, and these people also love Hong Wuye deeply.

All the way to the solemn music, to the east city gate.

The sedan chair of the son of heaven and the prince sedan are put down,

The next way to worship the shrine is to walk.

Zhu Yuanzhang took Zhu Xiongying's hand and walked in the front, and the royal family, hundreds of officials, and people followed silently behind him.

Zhu Yuanzhang walked up to the altar outside the city,

Holding the jade seal to worship the god of the shrine and the god of Ji, but also to bless the Ming wind and rain, and the abundance of food.

At this point,

Except for Zhu Yuanzhang's ancestors and grandsons, everyone has knelt down.

She is the god of the land, and millet is the god of grains.

Zhu Yuanzhang bent down to sacrifice to the shrine and stood up to sacrifice.

Nine times in a row,

Zhu Tong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, shouted,

"Rite into !!"

Everyone looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with a look of reverence on their faces and firm belief,

They firmly believe that

After Hong Wuye worshiped Sheji, this year will definitely be a big harvest year!

Zhu Yuanzhang walked down the altar, and next to the altar was a cultivated field.

There is a ploughing ox parked in the ploughing field, and the ploughing ox is hung with a plough (lei three sounds) and a ploughing ox (Si four sounds),

All are solemn and contemplative,

Zhu Yuanzhang strode forward, rolled up the sleeves of the sacrificial clothes, and there was a bit of expectation on his face.

The rest of the emperors pushed the emperor three times, and the gift of the field was just a routine.

Lao Zhu seems to be enjoying it,

He just likes the land, he likes farming, and he likes the feeling of ploughing and reaping.

Zhu Yuanzhang stepped forward, stepped on the cultivated land, and pushed it three times.

Digging up the first handful of soil since the beginning of spring,

Starting from this, the entire Central Plains region will begin to spring ploughing in full swing.

"Three pushes, success!"

Zhu Tong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, held the jade order in both hands and saluted Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang walked down unsatisfied,

Prince Zhu Biao stepped forward,

The Son of Heaven pushes the field three times, and the prince pushes the fields five times.

Zhu Biao bent down, pressed his hand on the plow, and pushed forward five steps.

This separate column of arable land was completely dug up.

"Five pushes, success!"

then

Each of the six Shangshu stepped forward, and each stepped forward and pushed nine steps.

After the six books were pushed,

This small plot of cultivated land has been completely turned over.

Zhu Tong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, smiled,

"Nine pushes, success!"

"Seed!"

After the field is opened, the seed must be sown by the Son of Heaven before the field is completed.

Everyone looked at Hong Wuye, but found that Hong Wuye had not moved.

Just looked at the eldest grandson with a smile on his face.

Zhu Xiongying untied a splendid cloth bag from under his waist, and strode forward without stage fright.

All eyes on you.