The first thousand four hundred and forty-four chapters
The wind is gentle and the sun is shining, the sky is clear, and as noon approaches, auspicious clouds are blooming, colorful clouds are fluttering, and cranes are dancing together, as if auspiciousness has descended from the sky!
Countless people poured into the streets, eagerly awaiting the chance to see the legendary Crown Prince marry three of China's most distinguished daughters at the same time.
For ordinary people, this is a great joy for the Song Dynasty. A gentle and elegant prince, well-educated in poetry and calligraphy, and as gentle as jade, is a blessing to the people, the country, and the country.
The Holy Emperor descended from heaven, this was how the people of the Song Dynasty understood Zhao Shuhang, and it was also the result of many people's deliberate promotion in recent years.
Of course, Zhao Shuhang did not disappoint anyone. One by one, his achievements, whether he was patrolling the sky or suppressing the demon cave, were as eye-catching as the sun.
Wherever it passes, all evil will be eliminated, demons will flee in fright, and shadows will have nowhere to hide!
Whether it is the prince entering the East Palace or marrying three beautiful daughters, there are countless red tapes, let alone the integration of the two.
The human race is known as a country of etiquette, and ordinary people's weddings are extremely complicated, let alone royal weddings. Therefore, starting from the morning, the Ministry of Rites and Jiantian Pavilion have been preparing in the Temple of Heaven.
Both the sacrifices and the sacrificial vessels were arranged to the highest standards. All participants had fasted three days before and bathed and changed clothes before dawn on the 16th.
Bells in the morning and drums in the evening, ritual music played in unison, and everyone in the area thousands of miles away was in peace, waiting for the grand ceremony to begin.
Boom!
Hong Zhong Da Lu, melodious and far-reaching, spreads from the depths of the Temple of Heaven in the imperial city. The melodious, majestic and atmospheric sound washes everyone's soul, making people involuntarily calm down and wait quietly.
Between heaven and earth, except for the melodious sound of the bells, everything fell silent.
Everyone was in an uplifted mood and knew clearly that when the bells ended, the ceremony would truly begin.
In the Yangxin Hall of the Imperial Palace, Zhao Yukun was sitting on the dragon chair with a complex look on his face. Every time the bell rang, the back of his hand trembled involuntarily, and the complex look in his eyes became more intense.
With all the attention and expectation, this kind of honor has never been enjoyed even as an emperor.
Even though that man was his son and heir to the throne, as he looked at him, he couldn't help but feel more and more strange in his heart.
The emperor is the most complex animal in the world.
Since ancient times, the Heavenly Family has been ruthless. For the sake of imperial power and hegemony, they can inhumanely attack brothers and sisters, but they also expect brothers and sisters to be respectful like ordinary people.
But often, it’s not all as expected!
Zhao Yukun knew very well that he would soon abdicate in favor of a worthy person, even if this wise person was the son with whom he was most satisfied.
He knew better that this was just a deal between the Zhao Song royal family and the Holy Temples. If not, it would not have received the full support of Jixia Academy.
The reason for this is that the royal family of Zhao and Song Dynasties can last for thousands of generations, and future generations can enjoy the blessings of being nobles and nobles forever, even if they have to "zen" during the heyday of the Spring and Autumn Period!
Imitate the sages and emperors, and meditate on the virtuous, in order to seek peace for the country and the people, and peace for the world!
All this is just to create the eternal dream that all royal families have dreamed of, so Zhao Shuhang came into being!
With the luck of the whole country, one person can be raised to become a sage!
Therefore, among Zhao Yukun's descendants, except for Zhao Shuhang, they are destined to be ordinary and disappear into the public!
But it's all worth it.
The one who is most satisfied is that his son has reached the pinnacle in the general trend and under the spotlight of everyone. He will create a legacy for the Zhao Song royal family for generations, and no one can threaten the dominance of the Zhao Song royal family again.
Even if there are some flaws during this period, they are insignificant.
But even if he has ambitious goals and is about to succeed, Zhao Yukun can't help but feel jealous. How great it would be if that person who shines brightly is himself!
Wow!
Just when Zhao Yukun was full of complexities and was about to calm down his emotions, wait for the bell to end, and accept this accomplished fact, there was a sudden burst of hurried footsteps outside the hall.
Zhao Yukun frowned slightly, a flash of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
If today had not been a great day, given his temper, he would have had to kill several of his slaves with a cane in order to relieve the stagnation in his heart.
Eunuch Mu Chun, who was already obviously old, knew clearly the complicated moods of His Majesty the Emperor, so he walked out of the palace quickly and considerately.
"How can you be so flustered? Don't you know what a big day it is today?"
Eunuch Mu lowered his voice and scolded, but there was doubt in his heart.
Your Highness and these people are old people in the palace, and there is also an official in the clan's mansion. They are all familiar with each other. They are by no means frivolous people. How could they not know the importance of such an important day?
"Eunuch Mu!"
Several people came forward together and spoke in unison, but they were shocked. They didn't seem to expect that the other party would rush to speak.
"What's the matter, Mr. Zhao?"
Mu Chun frowned and whispered to one of them.
"There are several clan members in Jinzhou who were supposed to arrive a few days ago, but now there is no trace at all. We sent someone to summon them before, and they also said they would leave early!"
Master Zhao spoke concisely and concisely.
"Um?"
Mu Chun let out a startled expression, then pondered for a moment and said, "Today is a day of great joy, and there must be no room for error. Which of those clan members are responsible for offering sacrifices to heaven?"
"Don't worry, Eunuch Mu, no, if it weren't for that..."
Mr. Zhao said with a solemn expression.
"That's good, it's a small matter!"
Mu Chun waved his hand to stop the other person from talking, and turned to the other person, "Commander Huang, what's the matter with you?"
"Eunuch Mu, His Highness Prince Yong has been out since yesterday and has not returned all night. Even his bodyguards are nowhere to be seen. Now we are about to start offering sacrifices to the heavens, and His Highness is required to come forward to welcome the bride. What should we do?"
Commander Huang said with a bitter look on his face.
"What? How could such a thing happen? As a biological brother, His Highness Prince Yong would never be so ignorant!"
Mu Chun's old face was wrinkled into orange peel, and he looked extremely ugly. After a moment of hesitation, he turned around and went in, "Guys, please wait here for a moment!"
"What's the matter?"
Zhao Yukun asked coldly.
Mu Chun did not dare to hide anything and told the questions one by one.
"You bastard, it's okay to be resentful, but he dares to treat such a big matter with indifference. I should cut off his title and let this insignificant evil obstacle fend for itself!"
Zhao Yukun shook his hand fiercely and smashed the tea bowl into pieces.
Anyone who knows him well knows that it's not just these little things, but his own spirit that cannot overcome this hurdle.
"Your Majesty, calm down!"
Mu Chun advised.
"Didn't the Fourth and Fifth Lao come back from the Southern Wei Dynasty? There must be no mistakes in letting the Fifth Lao succeed the Seventh. As for the few clan members who have not arrived, find out which branch they belong to, and then follow the clan.
The people's government reduced their titles to seize the throne and demoted them to common people!"
Zhao Yukun said coldly.
"According to the order!"
Mu Chun bowed and exited the hall. Just as he was about to talk to the anxious people, he found that there were a few more people outside the hall, and most of them were officials of the clan government. He couldn't help but wonder, "Sir, what's going on?"
"Eunuch Mu, if we have something urgent to call your Majesty, please let us know!"
I don’t know what these people said outside, but one person was recommended by the public to speak out.
"This... you all know that today is a day of great joy, Your Majesty..."
Mu Chun hesitated.
"Something big has happened. Something happened to the members of the Jinzhou clan on the road. There are more than one of them. Please report it as soon as possible. There will be no delay!"
The man said urgently.
Mu Chun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately turned around to report back. Soon everyone was called to enter the hall.
At this time, the few people who arrived in advance did not leave and followed him inside. Only when they heard what the others said did they realize something was strange.
It is true that there are many children in the royal family, but Zhao Shuhang's canonization of the crown prince and his wedding are top-notch events, and no matter whether the family is remote or not, it will be expressed.
Even if they can't come, representatives will be elected, and the children of each lineage with the closest bloodline and the most respected status will come to watch the ceremony. This is the most basic etiquette and an indispensable family tradition.
According to common sense, there are 8,000 descendants of the clan, and a hundred and eighty people missing is absolutely nothing. But today is not only a happy day for Zhao Shuhang, but also a happy day for the Zhao Song royal family and even the Zhao family.
That's all, but there are still many old people inside, especially Uncle Zhao Yukun, the old prince who is the brother of the Supreme Emperor. He and the people who were traveling with him are missing.
Young people are playful and ignorant, but for such beings, they will never make such a mistake.
Not to mention, this person is still a semi-saint strong man. He can be said to be one of the strongest beings in the Zhao Song royal family, and also the most talented being in the previous generation!
"Where's the soul-searching mirror? Didn't the sect's mansion use the soul-seeking mirror to determine their location?"
Zhao Yukun asked in a deep voice.
No matter how complicated his mood was, he was the king of a country after all, and he quickly determined that something was wrong.
"Your Majesty, the strange thing is that the soul-searching mirror shows that the missing people are all within the boundaries of the capital, but the exact location cannot be pinpointed!"
The deputy commander of the Zongren Mansion said.
"Who is doing this?"
Zhao Yukun felt uneasy in his heart, and a figure flashed across his mind. His eyes suddenly became gloomy, but he immediately shook his head, "No way, it can't be him. The old priest is in the capital, and Xiaoxiao will never be allowed to do anything. It's a good thing if he really comes. It can't be him."
No future trouble!"
"Please pray to heaven to listen..."
Just as everyone was waiting for Zhao Yukun to make up his mind, the melodious bells in the sky and the earth suddenly tolled, and suddenly there was a cadence, as if penetrating into the sky and straight into the heart, no less than the old voice of Hong Zhongdalu.
"here we go!"
Everyone's hearts trembled, and their faces could not help but become solemn, as if all the previous anxiety and other negative emotions were gone, disappearing invisibly in the sound of chanting!
"Old Jiujiu Master has already begun to worship heaven. Everything is focused on the canonization and wedding. I will put the rest aside for now, but I can't leave it alone. I will make secret visits and there must be no trace..."
Zhao Yukun took a deep breath and instantly regained his composure, becoming a powerful emperor. However, before he finished speaking, his majestic face suddenly stiffened and turned into a twisted rage.
"Please pray to heaven to listen..."
It is as loud as thunder, piercing clouds and cracking stones. It is completely different from the old voice. It is full of vitality, but it is also compassionate and compassionate. The content is completely opposite to the previous poems about worshiping heaven.
Every word, like weeping and complaining, makes people's scalp numb, like falling into an ice cellar, all of them are blaming the tyranny and evil deeds of the royal family of Zhao and Song Dynasties!
Woohoo!
The sad wind is howling, the clouds are rolling, the wind and the sun are gone, and suddenly there are dark clouds covering the sky, blocking out the sun, as if the end is coming!