In the past two days, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other Confucian scholars in the academy were busy during the day, arranging the six departments of the imperial court.
I stayed up late at night to read the etiquette books and revise the ritual procedures of the Zen ceremony.
Finally, I roughly understood the context of this conferment, and on the third day in the morning before leaving the court, I submitted a thick memorial.
Empress Dowager Dugu and Prince Regent Li Mingyi read the memorial on behalf of the young emperor and issued a series of imperial edicts in accordance with the "suggested arrangements" above.
Cultural relics officials took the order one after another.
Yesterday, the deadline for the Dugu family and the young emperor to keep vigil for the late Emperor Dali passed and they could leave the capital.
In the morning court.
The morning light slanting in from outside the door fell on the feet of Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, who were dressed in the official uniforms of the Ministry of Rites, Li Mingyi in a python robe, and Zhang Huizhi and other civil and military officials.
Sitting at the highest point, the veiled widow in white clothes behind the bead curtain announced that she was leaving today.
She slowly issued imperial decrees one after another to arrange arrangements.
In the silent hall, Dugu Chanyi's voice as crisp as an oriole echoed...
After the morning meeting, everyone was busy preparing for the morning.
At the end of the afternoon, a huge team of no less than tens of thousands of people gathered at the city gate.
There are heavily armed imperial troops.
The Queen Mother and the Emperor traveled to the magnificent and solemn imperial palace.
There are also a large number of officials’ carriages and horses...
The team set off in a grand and mighty manner.
Behind them, there are also the people who left Beijing who are following them spontaneously to participate in the upcoming grand festival to Yueshan...
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"So, you were waiting for me hungry at the gate tower that day?"
"Um."
"Didn't I tell you that if you are hungry, you can go eat something by yourself? Go back home first."
"I don't want it. What if you come out right after I leave?"
"Silly girl."
"whee."
"..."
On a sunny day, a huge team stretching for dozens of miles was walking on the official road.
Looking down from a high altitude, this unprecedentedly large-scale procession is winding and winding. There are densely packed heads all around the driving shaft of each vehicle...
Zhao Rong was smiling, with Xiao Qian'er behind him.
The two rode horses, slightly speeding up their horses, passing everyone along the way, and rushed towards a magnificent and solemn imperial palace in the center of the team not far ahead.
At present, everyone has been traveling for a day and a night, and will probably reach the Moon Festival Mountain soon.
However, Zhao Rong was not in a hurry.
Because according to the arrangement, a team has already rushed to Jiyue Mountain in advance to arrange the arrangements. By the time Zhao Rong and the others arrive, they will be almost completely deployed.
When Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu arrived at the Moon Sacrifice Mountain, they could start the Zen Ceremony directly.
"The team that went first should have arrived, and we should be able to arrive by this time tomorrow."
At this moment, the young Confucian scholar was riding on horseback, squinting and looking ahead with no end in sight, and nodded gently.
In the past two days, with the issuance of imperial edicts one after another, the entire Dali has taken action and gathered towards the Moon Festival Mountain.
Every day, many people come from all over the country and join the team on the way.
Now, the spacious official road in the past seems to be somewhat inadequate.
"Well, brother Rong'er, I miss you a little bit. After you finish the ceremony in the next few days, we will go back quickly."
Xiao Qian'er touched the brown hair on the horse's head and said with a smile.
Zhao Rong looked back at her and laughed, "We've only been apart for a few days, and you already miss Qingjun. Well, okay."
"Hmph, don't you miss Miss?"
The little girl tilted her head and said in a 'threatening' tone.
"Okay, okay, think about it, think about it."
The young Confucian scholar was helpless and reached out to touch the white jade at his waist.
On horseback, he raised his head slightly, squinted at the emperor's carriage approaching in front of him, and suddenly asked with a smile:
"So, two days ago at the gate tower, Miss Su was just like you, waiting for me hungry? You and her were both in the hall, and... you didn't go out to do anything during the trip?"
"What are you doing? Nothing. Huh, it's not interesting, and neither is she. She wanted to chat with me at first, but I ignored her. She kept sitting inside, and then she even took out a book and looked at it pretendingly."
"oh."
Zhao Rong nodded slightly, squinting as if concentrating on the scenery ahead, and didn't ask any more questions.
Xiao Qian'er often insulted a certain fairy in front of Zhao Rong.
"I see, she is probably wandering in the world. She is just a little maid. Without the help of Brother Rong'er, how can she understand the Mohist scriptures? If it weren't for your previous guidance, Su Qingdai would not even know how to learn the Mohist scriptures.
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Zhao Rong smiled and did not answer.
The little girl kicked the horse and stepped forward, stretched out her slender hands, and straightened the wrinkles at Zhao Rong's collar, humming in her mouth.
"It's much more comfortable without the light bulb. By the way, has she become more and more bold recently to adjust my authority position in our old Zhao family?"
She shook the horse's reins.
"No, I have to train Maid Su again later. Uncle Xiaobai has been busy these days. He just came back last night. I was busy dealing with the Duke's business in Hanjing, and I neglected to discipline Maid Su.
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Speaking of this, the little girl couldn't help but murmured:
"No wonder, she was so obedient to the discipline before. Why has she become more and more wild recently? She still dares to dance? Could it be that she thought that after reading a few Mo Jing and getting some advice from Brother Rong'er, she would have the strength to be called a Banben girl?
What? No, stupid maid."
A young Confucian scholar who liked to preach, teach, and answer questions couldn't help but clench his fist and cover his mouth.
"Ahem..."
"Brother Rong'er, why are you coughing? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Ah, it's okay. It's almost here. Let's get ready. Long Jia will meet the Queen Mother and the little emperor later."
"Oh, okay."
Now Zhao Rong is going to find the Dugu family. The latter just sent someone to call Zhao Rong over, but they don't know what it is about.
However, Xiao Qian'er rushed over and left Su Qingdai and Li Bai on the carriage behind.
Zhao Rong took Xiao Qian'er to the emperor's palace.
This is the largest chariot in the team at the moment, pulled by more than a dozen dragon ponies.
It is tall and majestic, with deep purple, jade, and yellow solemn curtains, and is surrounded by snow silkworms and other crescent-moon divorced women, as well as mighty guards.
This time we headed to Jiyue Mountain.
Hanjing was almost half empty, and the Yuefang Division was in full force.
The Dugu family came out with a large number of Xianyue's divorced daughters, leaving only Da Si Le Mu Jin and some confidants to sit in Hanjing.
Almost all the Li royal family, including Li Mingyi, were brought out, except for some clan princes who were too old to travel.
The same is true for all the civil and military officials who left the court. Only Mr. Xue stayed in Hanjing.
Zhao Rong understands this quite well. If he were the Dugu family, he would also be wary of certain things...
At this moment, the Dugu family and the young emperor seemed to be summoning the courtiers in the palace. At this time, the curtain was opened by Xue Can and other crescent moon sisters, and Li Mingyi and several strangers walked out.
"Mr. Zhao."
The majestic man in a python robe smiled slightly and said hello.
Zhao Rong nodded and glanced slightly sideways at the two strangers who came out with Li Mingyi.
Their clothes and clothes are a little bit like people who don't want to leave the earth.
"This is an envoy from a neighboring country... coming from the west."
Li Mingyi gave a brief explanation without saying much, exchanged greetings with Zhao Rong intermittently, and then left with the two foreign envoys, walking very quickly.
"Neighboring country, to the west..."
Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at their departing figures, and muttered something.
"It probably has nothing to do with Feng Chan, it's their state affairs..."
After a moment, he shook his head, looked back without looking any further...
"Please let me know, Zhao Ziyu is here at your Majesty's invitation."
Xue Can glanced at the young scholar, opened the curtain, and let Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er in...
Zhao Rong originally thought that the Dugu family called him over to discuss something important.
However, not long after he entered, he discovered that the beautiful widow behind the first curtain said a lot:
Some were greeting Mr. Zhao, some were chatting about the past of the late Emperor Da Li as if they were homely, and some were talking about how the young emperor ascended the throne as the prince...
There didn't seem to be any central theme, but Zhao Rong was not a fool, and he quickly realized that the Dugu family seemed to be compiling history for the academy.
Many of the things mentioned actually emphasize two points of view.
As the founder of the Dali Dynasty, the first emperor of Dali, Jiangzuo Commoners revolted and achieved great justice in the country.
As the crown prince personally conferred by the former, the young emperor is in line with the general order and is well-deserved for his accession to the throne. It is a real orthodoxy...
Zhao Rong was speechless.
However, due to some considerations, he did not explain that he actually had nothing to do with the history compilation.
Then, in full view of everyone, the Queen Mother Yongrong, who was sitting on top of the dragon chariot, and the young emperor together, greeted the young Confucian scholar who was standing quietly below and started chatting.
The king and his ministers asked questions and answered questions.
Zhao Rong was very patient, and while he was coping well, he looked at everyone on the field.
He made eye contact with the little emperor who was sitting solemnly and upright above him.
The latter seemed to want to talk to him, but his mother was present, making it difficult to communicate.
The young man looked at Zhao Rong with a somewhat grateful look, probably because he had interceded for him a few days ago.
After a while, Zhao Rong said goodbye.
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PS: I'm thinking about the plot, and some of them have come up with a plot that I think is interesting. I'm almost going bald. Um, I'm a little stuck. Brothers who can't wait, why don't you give it a try for a few days...
A young Confucian scholar who liked to preach, teach, and answer questions couldn't help but clench his fist and cover his mouth.