When Dongming Ziyu arrived at the end of the year, he lay down and squinted for a while, then got up and washed his face with warm water to wake up.

Shangguan Ruoli didn't sleep well, so he got up and helped him put on court clothes. It was too cold, so he wore warm clothes and a thin down jacket, which was warm and not bulky.

After packing up, we rode on horseback to attend the Yuan Ri Dynasty.

In the Yuan Dynasty, all civil and military officials of the eighth rank and above in Beijing, as well as envoys from foreign countries, all sent their New Year greetings and auspicious signs to the emperor.

It was still dark, the palace gates were wide open, and the royal guards came out of the palace gates neatly and lined up on both sides of the street to guard. Musicians from the Ministry of Ceremonies, honor guards holding flags, umbrella covers and other honor guards were in place, and the chief of ceremonies was in place...

Then officials at all levels below the fourth rank took their respective positions according to their rank, under the guidance of the deacon of the Ministry of Rites.

Dongming Ziyu is a sixth-grade civil servant. He is far away from the palace gate and his position is very inconspicuous. Holding the wat board in his hand, he stood upright, looked at his nose and heart, and listened carefully to the voice of the person who praised him. If he made a mistake today, his future would be over. It would be a small matter. The main thing was

It's embarrassing.

It was twilight in the east, and the master of ceremonies loudly said: "Play...music..."

"Dang! Dang!" The rich bells sounded from the bell tower, echoing over the entire capital, making people awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.

Then, the bells and chimes rang together, the silk and bamboo played harmoniously, and the music of Taihe was played.

The emperor walked out of the palace gate with the crown prince, princes, and important ministers of third rank or above, and stood in their respective positions.

When Shao music stopped, thousands of people were silent and solemn. The flags covered the sky fiercely and blocked out the sun. They were magnificent and showed the majestic majesty of the heaven.

The main purpose of the congratulatory speech is to praise the emperor, summarize the past year, and look forward to the good times in the future.

Then, the governors of each state presented auspicious signs and congratulations, and the envoys from each state presented congratulatory gifts.

The master of ceremonies sang: "Bye..."

Everyone bowed down together.

"Goodbye..."

Everyone bowed again, feeling excited in such an atmosphere.

The emperor said: "On the occasion of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, I would like to rejoice with you and your family."

Shao music started, and all the ministers and envoys danced and shouted in unison: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

Then, kneel down and worship, then do another dance ceremony, and then kneel down again...

In this way, after finishing a very complicated agenda, everyone who had cold hands and feet became very excited.

After the congratulatory ceremony, it was already noon, and then the emperor gave a banquet. This also had its own rituals. From time to time, people got up and knelt down, danced, and made toasts. By the time they were done, the dishes were frozen.

It was almost over in the evening. Everyone was freezing, hungry, and looked tired.

Dongming Ziyu was dressed warmly and had internal strength. He was not cold, but he was still very hungry, so he hurried back home. But everyone came out of the palace together, so it was inevitable that they would greet each other and exchange greetings, so they couldn't walk fast at all.

"Dongbian, you are walking very fast." King Duan came up from behind, looking like he had been over-troubled.

Dongming Ziyu saluted: "His Royal Highness Duan Wang, you go first."

Prince Duan looked like a courteous corporal and said with a smile: "Don't be too polite, editor Dong. You came from my fiefdom. We are fellow villagers, not outsiders."

When the ministers around him heard this, their eyes flashed.

Dongming Ziyu said neither humble nor arrogantly: "I don't dare to be a lowly minister. You are a member of the royal family and there is a distinction between king and minister."

King Duan's face darkened and he wanted to say something else.

"Brother Duan Wang," King Shun came up from behind, "Why are you leaving so fast? My brother wants to wish you a happy new year."

King Duan said: "I'm a little cold."

Dongming Ziyu could not pretend not to see King Shun, so he and several officials accompanying him saluted him, "I am here to see His Highness King Shun."

King Shun gave them a weak hand and said, "No need to be polite, please get up."

Prince Duan smiled faintly and said: "It's the Chinese New Year. Editor Dong should let Lady Dong and Princess Shun move around more. After all, they are cousins. Their bones are broken and their tendons are connected. Don't worry about what happened in the past."

This is sowing discord!
Chapter completed!