The palace was generally calm, with some small disturbances for seven or eight days.
As the saying goes, the calm before the storm is the most terrifying, and this is true at all, because no one can predict what kind of storm will brew in such tranquility.
After procrastinating and procrastinating, finally, the day came for the capital ceremony.
That day the wind was blowing brightly and the sky was bright. When the clouds opened in the early morning, all the officials had already entered the palace to pay their respects.
Today is a grand ceremony in the capital, and no one from top to bottom dares to neglect anything. Leng Changxi is a person who understands momentum. At this critical moment, even if she is given ten courages, she will not dare to make the slightest mistake.
At dawn, Lingshan picked her up from the couch, dragged her to sit in front of the dressing table, and began a long process of dressing up. This was the only time since Leng Changxi was born that she got up so neatly, without any trace of hair.
Complaints, it can be seen that power is still very intimidating. But this is just Lingshan's wishful thinking. When it comes to Leng Changxi, she doesn't think so.
The reason why a certain guy is so active is actually quite simple. He just wants to verify with his own eyes the grand and grand ceremony in history. This is going to the scene in person, which is much more accurate than those archaeologists guessing through broken copper and broken tiles. It's inexplicable.
She is one of the billions of people who have traveled through this troubled world. After all, she has seen the history that those old archeologists can only find in historical materials throughout their lives. Leng Changxi feels a little bit sad when she thinks about it.
Feeling a little relieved.
"Miss, have you decided which hairpin to use?" Lingshan gave Leng Changxi a flying bun, looked around at Leng Changxi in the bronze mirror, and finally asked after feeling satisfied.
Leng Changxi looked through the two rows of hairpins placed on the desk and chose a simple and elegant gold-inlaid jade orchid hairpin, paired with a pair of jade gourd earrings.
"Miss, this is too simple. How can you be so casual in such a serious occasion?" Lingshan frowned and glanced at the hairpin she picked, then took out a gold tassel butterfly gold hairpin with complicated patterns and inserted it on her head.
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It must be a big event, but in ancient times, if it was a big event, a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven would be held first, and the same was true in the Southern Song Dynasty.
The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven cannot be anything other than the emperor on the altar, leading the civil and military officials to kneel down and worship heaven and earth. Only at this time can people be lucky enough to see the high and far-off head kneeling on his knees.
The ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven is not a child's play. Even the positions have a strict hierarchy. The royal family is at the front, followed closely by the civil and military officials, and behind them are the mistresses in the palace who cannot stand on the stage, and the family members of the officials.
.These mistresses and family members are also ranked according to their levels.
Obviously, Leng Changxi was listed in the column of family members, and her rank was slightly higher than that of the concubine Leng Gong, so she was at the back of the queue to make jokes.
The procession to worship the heaven was at least a mile long, and Leng Changxi, who was standing at the back, could barely see the figure of the leader Gaozong with his big fingernails. As for Zhao Yuan, he had long been submerged in the sea of people and could not be found.
A faint trace.
After procrastinating for four hours, the heaven-sacrifice ceremony finally came to an end. It was already late. According to the modern concept of time, everyone had been kneeling and standing for nearly eight hours. This amount of time is not suitable for cold people.
For Chang Xi, it is a piece of cake. After all, her physical strength is not incomparable either in her previous life or in this life. But for those ladies who have always been raised in the boudoir, as well as the mistresses who are doted on in the palace, these days
It's miserable for them.
By the time the heaven-sacrifice ceremony was over, seven or eight people had already passed out. The remaining ones who were in poor health also returned to their residences with half a breath.
After Leng Changxi finished the show, she hurriedly looked for Zhao Yuan, but after looking around the sea of people, she never saw his figure, so she had to walk to Wende Hall in frustration.
However, when she walked to the corner of Rouge Corridor, she suddenly saw Zhao Yuan on the other side of the corner. Just as she was about to step forward in joy, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a charming figure.
She recognized the water-pink tulle. Today was a day of worship. The owner of this tulle stood five rows in front of her with a proud face. He would turn his head from time to time and give her a provocative look. This person was
It's Guo Wanrou.
Instinct made her quietly retract her outgoing legs and hide at the corner, only to hear the intermittent voices of the two people reaching her ears.
"Miss Guo, why are you bothering?"
"Master Yuan, there are many things that you and I can't control ourselves. I can't help myself, but you can't help yourself."
"I won't let this happen."
"Then you have no choice, because you are destined to..."
"Miss Chang Xi, what a coincidence! Why are you here?" A voice of surprise cut off Guo Wanrou's words. In an instant, the two people stopped talking.
Leng Changxi nodded politely towards the visitor and said, "Mr. Yu, this is the only way for me to return to Wende Hall, so I will naturally be here."
As Leng Changxi spoke, he slowly walked out of the corner of Rouge Corridor. Zhao Yu saw that Leng Changxi didn't seem to like him very much, and with Empress Dowager Wei's words suppressing him, Zhao Yu didn't bother himself any more.
He rubbed his nose angrily and said goodbye.
Walking out of Rouge Gallery, Leng Changxi pretended to be surprised when she saw Zhao Yuan: "Brother Yuan, so you are here!"
Guo Wanrou glanced at Leng Changxi, and for the first time she did not confront her. She just gave Zhao Yu an enigmatic smile and said slowly: "Master Yuan, Wanrou will leave first. I hope Master Yuan will think about it carefully."
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Zhao Yuan didn't say anything, didn't even look at her, and walked straight towards Leng Changxi.
He smiled softly and asked calmly: "How long have you been here?"
Leng Changxi's heart skipped a beat, but her smile remained intact as she said, "I just came here just now. Is that sister Wanrou?"
Leng Changxi looked at Guo Wanrou's retreating back, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart. To be honest, at the moment, she wished Guo Wanrou would have a few words with her instead of leaving calmly like this.
"Yes." Zhao Yuan nodded casually without even looking at her.
"What are you talking about? What did she just ask you to consider?" For some reason, Leng Changxi had a bad premonition in her heart and was very flustered.
"It's nothing, don't worry about her." Zhao Yuan said lightly.
"Well. Then let's go back to Wende Palace. We'll be exhausted all day long!" Even though Leng Changxi was doubtful in her heart, she didn't ask further because she chose to believe Zhao Yuan.
"Go back and have a good rest and change your clothes. My father will have a banquet for guests in the evening, and everyone will be present." Zhao Yuan knew that Leng Changxi didn't like such occasions, so she could only smile apologetically.
In desperation, Leng Changxi lamented her miserable life and could only walk back angrily.
Although she no longer delved into the matter of Guo Wanrou, she was still obsessed with it. However, it was a long time later that she finally realized what she had done wrong. However, times had changed by then.