The ceremony is divided into three stages.

On the first day of the Longevity Festival, there is a military parade in the grand arena, where meritorious service and rewards are given.

Before dawn, the Imperial Guards and the Beijing Camp had set up three layers of security circles inside and outside.

The innermost circle is the martial arts area. There are real guns, cannons, swords, guns, bows and arrows here, so no one can enter except the generals participating in the performance.

In the middle circle, only the east, west, and north sides have viewing areas. The north side is where the emperor, ministers, and envoys are. In addition to the palace, there is also a stage. The east side is reserved for scholars, local sages, and official family members.

To the west are the merchants who subscribed to the national debt.

The outermost cordon serves as a boundary for no one to enter.

As soon as it dawned, the area next to the Ten Princes' Mansion outside Dong'an Gate and the North Pavilion of the Huitong Pavilion was bustling with activity.

Buses and carriages have been prepared here, and those staying in the North Pavilion are mainly envoys from Korea, Jianzhou, Duoyan, Duogan, Uszang, Waidian and other departments.

They got the news from the Ming Dynasty earlier and set out earlier. They were basically land-based vassals, so they were all arranged here.

As for the Nanyang countries, Ryukyu, Luzon, etc., they live in Nanguan.

Now it's not just Jin Qi, Li, there are also people making preparations in a courtyard over the Tenth Prince's Mansion.

"Mr. An Le, there is no need to go to the palace to dance today, so please leave as soon as possible."

The one who lives here is Gunbilik.

It had been several months since he had been brought back to the capital from the north. He had obtained a false title and was not considered a real duke, but he still lived in the old "Ten Prince's Palaces".

When the news spread to the grasslands, it was natural that the Emperor of Heaven was very "gentle" to the surrendered captive chiefs and Mongolian people, and gave them courteous treatment.

But Gunbilik knew the truth.

Living here, I dare not go out. Mongolia and the Ming Dynasty have been feuding for many years. After they surrendered, the emperor did not immediately make him a prince of a foreign vassal as promised and allow him to go back to restrain the people. This has already conveyed his attitude.

At least Gunbilik knew very well that if he, the former nobles of Ordos, went to the streets and had conflicts with others, the Ming emperors and ministers would never show partiality.

Just as Yan Chunsheng said to him like a devil that day: Tang Shunzhi wanted to find excuses to kill more.

When I was first assigned to this courtyard, it had not been taken care of for a long time and was very dilapidated.

They need to pay for daily necessities, food and clothing.

For this reason, we had no other choice but to follow what the head of the Ministry of Rites and Communications said and send a message back to Hetao, with the pretext that he wanted to manage the Ming Dynasty to make the people feel better, and asked them to sell more cattle and sheep to collect some goods and send them in.

Beijing.

He must have personally ordered it and sent the message under this pretext.

The naked murderous intention of the Emperor of Heaven is always there.

Although Gunbilik thought carefully about why he still wanted to save his own life, it must have been out of necessity.

But he didn't dare to gamble, his life was his own.

Perhaps only complete obedience can bring about a turn of events.

Now when he heard the urging from the head of the Ministry of Etiquette, he immediately replied with a smile on his face: "It has been prepared for a long time. Please lead the way."

After that, he repeatedly warned the "big guys" of the Ordos Division who were detained with him in the capital: "Today is an important ceremony, so you must perform well!"

The head of the etiquette department had a meaningful smile on his face.

He knew that Gunbilik was reminding them to suppress their inner dissatisfaction, and that was right.

Surrendering and surrendering, these Mongolian nobles did not receive real courtesy, so what?

Today is a military parade and an occasion to show off martial arts. The Khan's court has been driven away. Does the Ming Dynasty really think that the only way to go is to still give them glory and wealth and hope that they will restrain the people?

If you dare to be dissatisfied and dare to cause chaos again, the generals of the Ming Dynasty will be worried that military success will become more and more difficult in the future.

The Gunbili people set out in a decent manner wearing the old robes that the Ming Dynasty had captured and given back to them.

In Prince Rui's Mansion not far next door, Zhu Zaiyan was also dressed.

He had to go to the palace first to meet up with the other feudal princes who were present, and then go with the great commander Lu Bu.

Xia had a period of indifference and unwillingness, but as time passed, she became more and more silent.

She could feel that the son who was adopted into her name gradually became able to speak tactfully for the emperor and was diligent in his studies.

Now she just helped her son tidy up his clothes, stood by the door and watched him walk away, then walked slowly and sat on the chair.

The morning sun gradually rose in the courtyard, and she sat alone in the quiet hall, her eyes full of confusion.

In the palace, Zhu Houcong woke up from Kunning Palace this morning.

When he was ready, in the courtyard of Qianqing Palace, Prince Zhu Zai'an, King of Yue Zhu Zai'an, and the vassal kings were already waiting.

When I came out of the Meridian Gate, all the important civil and military officials were waiting here.

Behind the large chariot, there were two rows of ministers holding imperial edicts in their hands.

As everyone knows, that is the award that will be read out today.

The Ming Dynasty will have another Duke.

Wang Shouren, who lives in the capital, is sixty-two years old, and he also came here today.

"Bo'an, come and talk with me."

To everyone's surprise, at this moment, the emperor was in a good mood and asked Wang Shouren to accompany him on the carriage.

Wang Shouren thanked him without any hesitation, and with Huang Jin's help, he climbed onto the carriage and sat on the soft stool beside him.

Fortunately for Zhang Fujing, Xia Yan and Yan Song saw this scene in their eyes and lowered their heads thoughtfully.

"Get up - drive -"

After driving off to Lubu, Zhu Houcong looked at Wang Shouren and nodded reassuringly: "After returning to Beijing, my complexion is getting better and better."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." Wang Shouren bowed and said, "Now that the court is in full swing and there are so many powerful generals, I only focus on my studies and have nothing to worry about. I seem to be able to live for a few more years."

This is exactly what happened. Having passed the dangerous threshold back then, Wang Shouren has now looked past it.

Even when he returned to the throne last year and took charge of the great Northern Expedition, he seemed extremely relaxed.

Zhu Houcong said with emotion: "Without Bo'an's strategizing in the past, encircling and killing Bodi in one fell swoop, the grassland situation has changed drastically since then, and it would be difficult for the Northern War to come to an end so quickly. Without the foundation of the past, there would be no achievements today."

"I don't dare to express my merits." Wang Shouren looked at him, and the appearance of the young emperor in the past appeared in his mind, with a joyful smile on his face, "Your Majesty is a wise king through the ages, and all the ministers have worked hard to achieve what he is today."

"It seems like so many years have passed..."

The Emperor's ceremonial procession marched through his loyal capital, while the monarchs and ministers chatted on the slow and steady chariots.

A thoughtful person looks over and sees the emperor's gratitude to his important ministers who laid the foundation.

Although the martial arts to be boasted about today and the people to be rewarded are not directly related to those of the past, they are linked to each other after all.

The new king has been on the throne for more than ten years. At this moment, the emperor conveyed some information with a casual favor.

Yu Yunzhong, a descendant of Yu Qian who served as a model officer for Governor Yan Song, has now been transferred to the Jinyi Guards. He does not have much talent, but he can still handle the small matter of managing the emperor's honor guard.

Yu Yunzhong couldn't help but sigh when he recalled his first encounter with Wang Shouren in a posthouse on the outskirts of Beijing when he was sent to Beijing in the 16th year of Zhengde's reign to attend Yu Qian's posthumous ceremony.

Among the people who came to Beijing under the imperial decree that year, Yang Yiqing later became an official of the General Staff. After his death, the prince supported his spirit and was granted access to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Fei Hong became the first Prime Minister and Minister of State, and Wang Shouren was awarded the title of Marquis. At this moment, he ascended the throne to speak.

Next to the hill designated as the "Target Mountain" in the south of the competition venue, behind several general flags were several powerful soldiers full of murderous aura.

A flag was raised saying "Zhen Anyan", followed by two hundred people sitting on their horses with relaxed expressions.

One flag was called Fu Ning Zhu, followed by five hundred people, men and horses united as one, silent.

One general's flag is called Hanhai Yu, followed by three hundred men with bright armor and different weapons.

One general's flag was called Wu Dingguo, followed by a thousand men, each divided into regiments, including horses and chariots, with artillery as the main force.

One general's flag is called Xiangcheng Li, followed by eight hundred people, each holding a blunderbuss.

Although the participating soldiers are waiting quietly, their commander is chatting in front.

Tang Shunzhi and Yu Dayou both came.

Although there are many things in the border area, the two or three months of going back and forth are not enough.

Tang Shunzhi, who had been gone for several years, had to appear here.

His merits should be publicized. His ability coupled with his youth will be a great deterrent to foreign vassals.

"Although it's a fake move, Tang Dutai, you still have to command properly." Guo Xun's teasing laughter was mostly intended to make friends.

"Don't you dare? Didn't General Staff Xia make arrangements a long time ago? I'll just wait until the performance is finished."

"It's okay for you, but it will be difficult for me to act here." Yan Chunsheng shook his head, "Master Guo, we must let the brothers hit more accurately later. If it hurts us, it will be ugly."

Guo Xun grinned and said: "The special operations camp comes and goes without a trace, how can it not have this ability?"

Then they just chatted, and by the way, they talked about what would happen to the Beilu in the future, and what opportunities could be used to completely defeat them.

At this moment, most of the guests watching the ceremony have already taken their seats, but the chariot has not yet arrived.

In their sight, there were many wooden dummies erected on the north side of the hill in Yanwu, which looked strange.

And on top of that hillock, there were some fake camps and enemy cavalry. Gunbilik could clearly see that they were his captured banners.
To be continued...