Before dawn, half of the city has woken up, and the lights of thousands of households are intertwined, and the golden light is shining and blurred.
After the light became brighter, hundreds of officials in court uniforms gathered in front of the broad palace gate.
The headed princes, clan members and acquaintances were laughing and talking, the princes and ministers who shared the same political views were talking to each other, the honor guard was solemn and upright, and the soldiers of the twelve guards of the capital were riding high on their horses, with more than 2,000 people each in formation.
The Imperial Street outside the palace gate was lined with people who had been unable to go out for several days. Everyone looked up and straightened their bodies.
Seven moments before sunrise, a loud shout came from the distance, and then the Taiyi bell struck, and the palace gate was opened wide. At the same time, music was played loudly, and the bright yellow canopy that preceded it came from the palace gate under the half-lit sky.
, coming like clouds.
The ministers retreated to the left and right, divided into two lines, lifted their robes and knelt down, and everyone shouted.
When the sound came, the people on the imperial street also knelt down and shouted long live, the sound shook the sky.
The guards did not dismount. When they heard the ceremony official shouting auspiciousness, they pulled the reins of their horses, turned around and walked towards the imperial street. The queue stretched for several miles and moved forward slowly.
The men holding flags and flags followed, and closely behind them were the young men who walked out of the palace gate, holding jade plates containing offerings and jewelry.
After they left, the jade chariots, gold chariots, and wooden chariots that had always been parked outside the palace gate were driven by drivers, who led the chariot forward, followed by the musicians who had not stopped playing and beating drums.
Then, Emperor Xuan Yan walked out of the palace gate, followed by hundreds of people.
The shouts of long live never stopped, and as the long queue moved forward, people along the road knelt down one after another.
There were also people who didn't go out, such as the guy in the inn where Xia Zhaoyi was.
The rest of the people ran away, and the waiter stayed behind to secretly guard the store.
He volunteered to stay because he knew that the child upstairs had not gone either. He had often wanted to talk to the child more recently. After all, it was a very good way to make money for him.
The little boy came down at about 6:00 a.m., which was almost the same time Emperor Xuan Yan set off.
"Sir," the waiter greeted him happily.
The child didn't ask why he didn't go to see the fun, and said directly: "I want two steamed buns. Is there any tofu soup?"
"There are some," the waiter responded hurriedly, "just wait, I'll get them."
"Thank you." The boy said.
The waiter trotted to the kitchen. After running a few steps and looking back, he felt that the child didn't look very good today. Although he was calm and calm, he felt like he had something on his mind.
Xia Zhaoyi took out the chopsticks from the chopstick holder, wiped them with a clean handkerchief, put them on the handkerchief, and looked up at the closed door.
The major affairs of the country are the sacrifice and military affairs, and the scale of the battles outside can almost be imagined.
What's more subtle is that in her previous life, she has lived for so long, but she has never seen the emperor offering sacrifices to heaven. She only heard her family mention this scene, especially her second brother, who said that she must experience the power of the emperor.
She has never been interested in it. It's just worshiping heaven, which she often does.
The sky is here, the earth is here, anyone can offer sacrifices, anyone can worship, everything is like a cud dog, no matter what kind of emperor you are, you will still be born, old, sick and die.
But now, Xia Zhaoyi knew that this sacrifice to heaven was not only for heaven, but also for the people who were shouting long live, and for the whole world.
She looked away, but her heart still couldn't calm down.
The horoscope last night made her unable to concentrate.
At this time, the waiter suddenly ran over in panic: "Sir, sir! Sir, that's bad! My dear, sir!"
Xia Zhaoyi looked back: "What's wrong?"
"There is a dead man! There is a dead man outside!" The man pointed to the backyard, "There is a dead man lying by the well!"
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and asked, "Brother, where are my steamed buns and tofu soup."
The clerk was confused by her too calm reaction and felt that he was too excited. He said softly: "Sir, you are dead..."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled very faintly: "Those who are dead should be under the control of the government, little brother."
"But……"
"Where's my steamed buns?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at him and said, "Brother, I'm going out later and I'm really hungry. Can you help me bring up my steamed buns first?"
The waiter frowned and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll get it for you right now..."
With a slight murmur, the man turned around and left.
But not long after he went out, the clerk rushed in again: "Sir, he's not dead, he's alive! I just checked again and it's really alive. He's moved. Hurry up."
come and see!"
Xia Zhaoyi laughed helplessly, shook her head, pushed away the table and stood up.
Song Qingtang's head felt dizzy and painful, and a gust of morning wind blew, making him feel very cold.
He opened his hazy eyes and wanted to look around, but his eyelids felt heavy, as if they were being pressed down by someone.
It wasn't just on his eyelids, it was all over his body, as if someone had poured a lot of sand into his body.
what happened……
He muttered, struggling to get up from the ground while recalling what had happened before.
"There, there!" Someone in the distance spoke in a very low voice, and the tone sounded a little urgent.
Song Qingtang finally regained some strength and struggled to support his upper body to sit up. At this time, he was suddenly stunned and quickly lowered his head.
Where are my clothes!!
Song Qingtang was dumbfounded, and his chaotic thoughts finally faded away.
He was naked, except for a short coat covering his waist.
Another gust of morning wind blew by, and he was shivering from the cold.
Where did the clothes go?
Song Qingtang was stunned, reaching out and touching his naked body in vain, trying to find something.
"He's really not dead, I saw him moving!" the man said again, his voice very close.
"Oh shit!"
Song Qingtang couldn't think of anything else, so he got up quickly, put his short coat on his waist, and prepared to find a place to hide.
He looked around, panicked, and before he could find a place to hide, he heard the voice whispering: "Oh, my mother!"
Song Qingtang looked back and saw a man who looked like a waiter covering his mouth. There was a child standing next to him.
The child blinked and looked at him in confusion.
Song Qingtang hurriedly reached out to cover his butt. At the same time, the short jacket in front fell down a little. Fortunately, he caught it in time and kept it from falling.
He covered himself one after another, extremely angry, and uncomfortably avoided their gazes. He paused, suddenly startled, and quickly raised his head to look at the child, then his eyes widened: "Ali!
!?"
In the morning light, the child's skin was fair and smooth, and his eyebrows were delicate. He nodded blankly: "It's me."
