After the unnamed tablets came the slightly smaller tablets, which were escorted by a group of three people. The names of famous Yilie in Jingkang, such as Zhang Shuye, Li Ruoshui, Liu Kai, Zhong Shidao, Wang Zhen, etc., began to appear, but
There was no pause in the procession because there were too many tablets, and soon there were palm-wide wooden tablets held by one person.
So far, the first dozens of tablets can still be the names of famous people, but the names at the back have become a bit weird... Zhang Bao, Wang Jin, Han Xiang, Sangji... everyone can do it.
It can be seen that these people have nothing to do with any celebrities or ministers. They are probably ordinary soldiers who have been recorded in the record and ordinary people who have resisted.
Moreover, as there were more and more tablets, those with the same name began to appear. The one with the same name as Li Bao, the commander of the Imperial Navy Navy, appeared three or five times in a daze.
But what was surprising was that the scene gradually began to have a "solemn" atmosphere.
To be honest, when the big blank wooden sign appeared, the monarchs and dignitaries on the platform could probably understand some of its political implications. In addition, due to etiquette, when the Zhao official family, who rarely wore a twelve-chapter crown, withdrew
After everyone stood in silence, everyone on the platform immediately stood up in a professional manner.
After some people's names appeared, many of them on the stage probably knew each other or were related to each other, and some of them looked sad for a while.
However, the Tokyo people watching below did not have this awareness. They were still watching the excitement and making noise... They did not know that the nameless wooden sign referred to people they had known. Although the places that appeared in the form of place names were
I felt a little emotional, but I just said that those places are now occupied by refugees from Hebei, and the best fields have been taken back by the government.
After the names of those who were from Zhongshidao appeared, the topic changed to if the two saints had listened to the words of Lao Zhongjinglue, the Jin people might not have succeeded; how Li Xueshi was so majestic that he dared to rebuke Nianhan; how Zhang Longtu died when he died
At that moment, the car happened to be driving through the old boundary of Song and Liao Dynasties, and he probably became the god of the land there.
However, after the name wooden plaques, which were mostly copied from the sacrifice list of the Yaoshan Battle, appeared, for some reason, the original commotion and noise gradually subsided. The discussion was still there, but it could not suppress the imperial camp.
The sound of armor ringing could be heard as the soldiers walked.
"Two people from a small house."
The atmosphere in the viewing area was getting strange. A young woman wearing a curtain suddenly walked to the edge of the viewing area and called out to two young people who were talking with their hands behind their backs. They were a Tai student and a martial arts student.
The two students turned around to look at each other, and saw that although the other party was wearing a curtain, it could not hide his pretty face and graceful figure. Not to mention the other party's expensive clothing, exquisite accessories, and trendy hairstyle, all of which were conspicuous.
The smell of spices on her body stood out among a group of ordinary people. Even behind her, there were two strong boys and a young maid accompanying her.
The two of them also instantly realized that this person was most likely an 'oiran' from a real shop in the east of the city.
And both of them are just young men with strong energy. When they heard this word, they immediately became a little upset. The martial arts student among them immediately turned red and faced each other with serious expressions: "What do you say, little lady?
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"I've seen Xiao Wangsheren." The woman glanced at the three characters "Wang Zhongfu" on the other person's badge, and hurriedly glanced at him. She was obviously a little impatient, but without delay, she glanced at the chest of the young imperial student, and then looked at him again
This almost young man, the imperial student named Wu Yi, bowed slightly. "I've seen little Wu Sheren... I'm so abrupt, can you let me go over there?"
Wang Zhongfu wanted to agree directly, but how could he do such a thing in front of Wu Yi, so he immediately showed a huge palm and pushed the opponent: "According to today's rules, you can't!"
"If you want to go, little lady, just go out from behind and go around in a circle, but don't mess with the rules." Wu Yi also reminded sternly.
The little lady turned back and glanced at the queue of memorial tablets. She was anxious for a moment, but she took something from her sleeve, grabbed Wang Zhongfu's big palm, and stuffed something wrapped in a handkerchief into his hand: "Please, please
The two people from the small house are on their way, I just saw a wooden sign with my brother's name written on it, and I was about to pass..."
Wang Zhongfu and Wu Yi looked at each other, but they broke away from each other with one hand and threw some jewelry wrapped in a handkerchief to the maid behind the young lady. Then they still stood with their hands behind their backs, still serious: "According to the rules.
,Can't."
"It's really not possible!" Wu Yi also repeated this.
However, the next moment, just when the little lady was about to cry, Wu and Wang each took a step back, and then both turned their backs...Wang Zhongfu also took the two soldiers on duty and took half a step back together.
When the young lady saw this, she didn't have time to express her gratitude, and hurriedly passed between the two of them, then continued chasing the tablet with her maid and companion. However, the two kings of Wu turned around and shook their heads in unison.
Without him, this little lady obviously has a local accent in Henan, and as two people, they already know that nine out of ten of these names are from Kansai, and most of them are just the same names.
Just the same name.
Let's say that according to the idle people in Tokyo, this kind of memorial tablet was 'invented' by the Zhao Guan family in Bagong Mountain or Yaoshan Mountain. There are more than 15,000 tablets in total. It took more than a month, hundreds of craftsmen, and a lot of money to make.
Zhao Guan's family had a full budget of 50,000 yuan to complete it, so that most of the subordinates under the command of Wang De, the deputy commander of the imperial camp, who was responsible for moving the memorial tablets, had to return to the Yuetai Camp to move the second batch.
The densely packed tablets were constantly being moved out of the camp, and together with the soldiers holding them, they formed an endless stream of iron between the sea of people above and below the platform. The visual shock was no less than that of the previous ones.
The flames ignited were no less than those of a mountain of helmets.
But the difference with those few things is that it is almost endless.
Moreover, this setting of a sergeant holding a tablet also reminds everyone that there are so many people who have died with their names! It is only after so many people have died that others can be remembered today.
Watching the excitement during this main festival after the autumn harvest can make people think about the Taixue Competition and Palace Examination after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and talk about the main defense and battle.
However, it is worth mentioning that Zhao Jiu's feelings may be a little different, or even more extreme... For example, he knows very well that those artillery carts are actually firing stone bullets, and someone is firing the stone bullets on one side and setting them on fire on the other.
Gunpowder is buried in the tunnel, otherwise how could it be so powerful? Is it a promotional animation, where the trebuchet destroys everything?
If it really reaches this power, he can raise his troops to cross the river now and bombard Daming Mansion down first.
At the moment, it's just to give the envoys from Korea, Xixia, and Dali who are accompanying the crowd a sound, and then to boost their morale and intimidate some people.
The trophies are also somewhat fictitious. Except for the flags, which are really preserved, most of the trophies were seized by Yue Fei from the Jingdong battlefield. As for the trophies after Yaoshan, there are of course a lot of them, but among them, helmets, armors, etc., have long been
It has just been repaired and reissued. How can it be used at this time?
These things piled up at this time will be given to the weapons inspector for use later.
Therefore, for Zhao Jiu, only these tablets are real, and only this iron flow is real.
The autumn air is crisp, and the noise is getting smaller and smaller. In the end, only the sound of the wind blowing the flag and the sound of the soldiers ringing their armor are left... This iron flow cannot yet keep the same pace, but the combined sound of the rumble is enough to compare with the sound of thunder.
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Finally, after spending more than half an hour, the tablets were placed in the middle and rear of the huge, trapezoid-shaped platform.
It is hard to imagine that the memorial tablets, which were moved together in such a shocking process, only occupy such a small area, which is less than one-third of the height of this high platform that has existed since the Warring States period.
After the tablets were transported, Zhao Jiu began to pay homage according to the etiquette system... This time, the official did not need to ask people on the spot like last time at Yuetai. Officials from the Ministry of Etiquette had already taught him in advance and rehearsed it many times in private.
Of course, it is impossible for the people watching the ceremony on the opposite side of the mountain to see clearly that the Zhao Guan family is so conscientious. There has even been a slight noise again. On the stage, many people saw that the Zhao Guan family was so well-behaved and serious.
Although he was fulfilling the basic responsibilities of an official, he was almost in tears.
After all, no matter when, a supreme being is willing to cooperate with everyone to do something that everyone thinks the government should do. Even if it seems to be ineffective individually, it is still a great influence on the bureaucracy and the Confucian system.
Cooperation and respect.
And the sacrifice, especially this time the simultaneous sacrifice of heaven, earth and the dead, made everyone feel a different kind of security.
I think back then, Emperor Renzong went out of the city to pray for rain. Although people in Jingdong still starved to death because of the lack of rain, the food harvest was cut off. However, Renzong was praised and praised by both the government and the public just for carrying his fat body out of the city.
Recognition.
It is said that Emperor Renzong didn't know how to do anything and could only be an official. That's about it.
In contrast, Zhao Guanjia, who is seriously doing various complicated actions, is not good at being an official. He can fight, win over prime ministers and commanders, write "Journey to the West to Conquer Demons", kill ministers, and dig fish ponds.
, there will only be two concubines, but they just don’t do well as officials.
The memorial text is very well written. It was drawn up by several Yutang bachelors and Zhongshushe people. It has four or six antitheses and is elegant in writing. Although Zhao Guanjia doesn't quite understand the allusions in it, he has read it many times in the past few days and it is eloquent.
The mouth is still there.
At this time, the emperor of Zhao and Song Dynasties, who claimed to be the leader of the Song Dynasty, was wearing a twelve-chapter crown, with his back turned to his civil and military officials and the people of the capital. He was surrounded by monks and Taoists, riding in the imperial camp, facing so many tablets.
Holding a piece of white paper with sacrificial inscriptions written on it, he matched it with each other.
To be honest, this scene has moved many people. In any case, at this moment, it seems that this young official still looks like a good official.
After reading the sacrificial text, under the guidance of Zhai Ruwen, the Minister of Rites, Duke Lu Haowen stepped forward and presented the smoldering flint, while Zhao Jiu personally inserted the incense burner into the incense burner, burned the sacrificial text and prayed to it.
At this point, the prayer process is almost over...According to his personal participation and the setting issued by Lu Gongxiang, next, he, the official, should take the initiative to withdraw, and the monks and Taoist priests will activate two large formations, and all civil and military officials will
From now on, no matter whether they are scholars, common people or servants, they can freely go to the stage to burn incense and pay their respects.
But for some reason, after the Zhao Guan family burned the memorial text, there was something that was still unfinished. There was something stuck in his heart that he couldn't express. It wasn't necessarily that the memorial text was not good, it was just that the Zhao Guan family wanted to express it himself.
"Where is Hu Quan, the editor of the Privy Council, who reported the incident?" Since Chapter 12 Gunmian was really immobile, Zhao Jiu, who had trouble turning his head, could only turn around and face each other upright before shouting.
Upon hearing this, Hu Quan, who was dressed in a green robe, immediately stepped out from the last position in the queue, almost at the second half of the stairs to the Yue Terrace, and then hurried to the official's house to salute and address him with extra solemnity: "Your Majesty, I listen to your decree."
"Tomorrow's memorial service will be signed to be jointly signed by me, the Prime Minister, and all the important ministers of the Secret Pavilion." Zhao Jiu solemnly ordered, which immediately attracted expressions of joy from many civil and military officials present.
"I have received my decree." Of course Hu Quan had nothing to say about this.
In fact, at this moment, no one can stop the official's dictation, not even Lu Xianggong, who has recently shown his majesty as a public minister, can interrupt... On this occasion, at this time, the authority of the official Zhao family has been further strengthened.
addition.
"I will send a simple memorial comment in my personal name, that is, in the name of Cangzhou Zhao Jiu." Zhao Jiu continued to give instructions in a loud voice above the stepped platform.
Everyone around him, both civil and military, was nervous, and Hu Quan was slightly startled before he bowed his head and said, "I have received the order. May I ask Your Majesty, what are your comments?"
"All these words are just a few words in the final analysis... First, during the war between the Song and Jin Dynasties, we, the people of the Song Dynasty, protected the country and the people, and resisted aggression. What is right and wrong! What is right and wrong is not violent!" Although he knew Lian Yuetai intimately.
Even the people above may not be able to hear his words clearly, but Zhao Jiu still tried his best to speak.
"Follow the holy edict!" Hu Quan, who was standing with his head bowed, turned red for a moment without raising his head, and then suddenly raised his voice.
The civil and military personnel who were close around him also became awe-inspiring.
"Secondly, this war lasted for seven years from the seventh year of Xuanhe to the fifth year of Jianyan. Although the Song Dynasty suffered countless casualties and was still losing thousands of miles, in the end the Song Dynasty would win and the Jin Dynasty would lose!" Zhao Jiu continued to speak loudly.
"Follow the Holy Order!"
"Third, despite all the difficulties and obstacles, I will not change my mind and will not give up until I defeat Huanglong! I encourage the world with this!"
"Follow the Holy Order!"
This time, the first person to respond was Duke Lu Haowen. Regardless of tradition, he directly knelt down from one side and performed the kneeling ceremony that theoretically could only be performed when taking over the position of Prime Minister.
All civil and military officials were panicked for a moment, but soon, led by the provincial prime minister Zhao Ding, Zhao Yuanzhen, and the privy envoy Zhang Jun and Zhang Deyuan, they all knelt down together. Even the two envoys also knelt down in panic... This is not
Why was he so shocked by the so-called bullshit heroism? It was because at this moment, on this occasion where heaven, earth, and humans were sacrificed at the same time, a legitimate emperor with military power and merit bonuses issued this at the last moment of the sacrificial ceremony.
Words themselves are the most irrefutable and absolutely authoritative words of this era.
There is a saying, but under this system, he is speaking on behalf of heaven.
Although there was no such purpose, everyone knew that at this moment, the official's authority as emperor reached an unprecedented peak.
PS: This chapter was originally supposed to be posted together with yesterday's chapter...or only half of yesterday's chapter was posted, and the last part was separated and posted today...but I'm used to posting wherever I write, and yesterday
I have a cold and I really can't write anymore...I apologize in advance for causing inconvenience to everyone.