For the great ceremony of presenting prisoners, according to the ancestral system, the emperor could not wear formal clothes and had to wear the emperor's regular clothes - the kind of dress that was used in the portraits of emperors in the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Houzhao violated the regulations again today, and it may be the last time he violates the regulations in his life.
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The middle single (inner garment) is somewhat similar to a Confucian shirt, white with black edges. The outer garment is black, embroidered with sun, moon, stars, rising dragon and other patterns. The skirt (skirt), knee-covering, shoes and socks are all in bright red.
There are also jade pendants, ribbons and other decorations.
"Your Majesty, please crown me." The accompanying eunuch held the Pingtian Crown.
Zhu Houzhaoping stretched out his hands: "I will do it myself."
The accompanying eunuch hurriedly bent down and presented it. Zhu Houzhao slowly picked up the emperor's crown. His arms suddenly trembled slightly and he was breathing quickly and it was difficult to catch his breath.
"His Majesty!"
The imperial concubine, the prince and the princess quickly supported Zhu Houzhao from left to right and gently stroked his back to help him calm down.
The accompanying eunuch wanted to take back the crown and quickly helped the emperor put it on, but Zhu Houzhao held on tightly. Finally, he pushed the eunuch away and yelled weakly and heavily: "Get out of here!"
Everyone did not dare to speak anymore and could only watch Zhu Houzhao being crowned.
Zhu Houzhao finally put the Pingtian crown on his head, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.
The imperial concubine picked up the jade hairpin, put it on the Pingtian Crown Hairpin, and tied it with Zhu Ying and Zhu Hong. She looked at it for a while, and smiled with tears in her eyes: "Brother Emperor is so powerful today."
Zhu Houzhao held the imperial concubine's hand, with tenderness on his face, and whispered: "Let's drive."
There was already a guard of honor waiting for the emperor outside. Zhu Houzhao pushed the eunuch away and only allowed the support of the imperial concubine. He led the prince and princess to the imperial chariot and gradually arrived at the Meridian Gate.
After waiting for a while, the auspicious time has arrived, and the rituals and music are in full swing.
"Hundred officials are here to serve!"
"Hundred officials are here to serve!"
"Hundred officials are here to serve!"
From near to far, with one voice louder than the other, officials, both civil and military, lined up one after another and stood neatly in front of the Meridian Gate Tower.
"The vassal envoy is here to serve!"
This time there was only a Tatar-Mongolian envoy, and the Ministry of Rites had already engraved the gold seal. The emperor consecrated the Tatars to the Mongolian kingdom and the Mongolian Khan to the title of obedient king.
"Go upstairs!"
The imperial concubine, the prince and the princess helped Zhu Houzhao to climb the Meridian Gate Tower. This was a serious violation of the rules. Even the prince who was in charge of the country had to stand under the tower.
After walking up the tower, Zhu Houzhao suddenly became energetic and gently pushed his wife and children away. He held his head high and chest out, blowing the cold north wind, walked to the throne alone, sat upright and looked at the civil and military officials below the tower.
The sky is dim and the north wind is getting stronger.
Zhu Houzhao stretched out his hand into the air and felt a little cold, and a few snowflakes melted in the palm of his hand. He drew back his hand and looked at it, with a smile on his face: "It's snowing. The snow heralds a good year, and there will definitely be a good harvest next year. It's a pity that the sky doesn't want me to see it again."
arrive."
"The general pays homage!"
Wang Yuan stepped forward alone, passed all officials and seasons, and paid four obeisances to the emperor.
The generals who made meritorious service this time all stayed on the border to guard the border. They also had to guard against Mongolian sneak attacks and guard against rebellion by officers and soldiers in border towns due to reforms.
When the military band entered, the music officer knelt down and shouted: "Holy Emperor, please play the triumphal music!"
Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "Yes."
"The triumphal music will be played!"
"The triumphal music will be played!"
The eunuchs and guards shouted one after another, conveying the emperor's decree downstairs.
Military music sounded, majestic and majestic.
When Er was happy, Liu Zhishu, the minister of Honglu Temple, stepped forward and shouted: "Announcement!"
The official who accepted the decree ran down from the tower and put the cloth on the table.
Wang Xian, the Minister of War, came forward to wait, and Liu Zhishu shouted: "Kneel down and hold the hut!"
Wang Xian inserted the wat board into his waist and knelt in front of the case to accept the cloth. Then he walked from north to south from the middle of the civil and military officials to the designated position, and together with the official Zhanlu, opened the cloth and announced to the world:
"The Tatar and Mongolian right-wing tribes have repeatedly invaded the border, invaded our territory, plundered my people, and killed our people... Today, Wang Yuan, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, launched the Northern Expedition on behalf of the emperor... Recovered Hetao, Jining's hometown, and captured the Mongol Deputy Khan alive.
Destroyed 30,000 Mongolian households on the right side of Ordos, Tumut, and Yongshebu. Burned the Mongolian Babaishi and obtained the relics of Genghis Khan... This feat shocked the world and overawed the north and south of the grassland. The Mongolian Khan surrendered and worshiped the Son of Heaven as his father.
The Ming Dynasty and Mongolia will forever be the country of father and son..."
The snow is getting heavier and heavier.
Wang Xian's voice was not loud, but it seemed to be heard in every corner, and the sound of illustrious martial arts was floating in the sky above the Meridian Gate.
Liu Zhishu shouted again: "Present prisoners!"
There was a great show of ritual and music, and the generals of Tengxiang's four guards came in with the prisoners and took their places.
Yan Yishou, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, came out of the procession, hurried to the Meridian Gate, knelt down and reported: "With the words of Wang Xianyan, the Minister of the Ministry of War: Wang Yuan, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites... I took the prisoners from the right-wing Mongolia, and the enemy chief Bo'er Jijin Gegen (Ananda Khan)
), please pay Yousi!"
Zhu Houzhao said: "Yes."
The music started again, and more than ten Mongolian leaders, including Ada Khan, were dragged down and beheaded.
Liu Zhishu shouted: "Bow! Bye!"
All civil and military officials paid their respects four times.
Liu Zhishu shouted again: "Stand flat, hold the hut, and dance!"
The civil and military officials inserted the wat boards around their waists and started dancing to the music. Even Yang Tinghe, supported by Mao Ji and Jiang Mian, stretched out his arms and legs with a smile on his face.
Liu Zhishu shouted: "Kneel down! Long live Shanhu!"
"Long live!"
"Zaishanhu!"
"Long live!"
"Long live Shanhu!"
"Long live!"
Zhu Houzhao suddenly stood up from his throne. The north wind blew the jade strings swaying, and snowflakes kept falling on the crown clothes. He listened to the sound of the mountains calling for long live, and looked at the civil and military ministers who were making four obeisances. His face couldn't help but
A proud smile emerged.
The prince, Zhu Zaiyu, was standing next to the throne of the emperor. He was infected by the majestic momentum below the city tower, and the young man couldn't help but feel the blood rushing up all over his body.
Zhu Zaiyi subconsciously looked at his father, intending to say a few words of praise. However, he saw that his father was shaking slightly, his cheeks were abnormally flushed, and his throat was rolling as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Father!" Zhu Zaiyi quickly helped him.
The imperial concubine and Zhu Xuanzhen also immediately stepped forward and worked together to help Zhu Houzhao sit down again.
After a long time, Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath and was finally able to speak. He suddenly shouted: "Okay, everyone is safe!"
The shout was so loud that all the officials in the city could hear it and all raised their heads to look at the emperor.
Zhu Houzhao stood up again, lay on the female wall, and shouted to Wang Yuan below: "Would you like to dance your sword for me?"
Wang Yuan shouted in response: "Your Majesty, please wait a moment!"
The prisoners were beheaded not far from the Meridian Gate. Wang Yuan asked for a bloody sword from the executioner.
All the civil and military officials retreated on both sides. Wang Yuan held his sword towards Zhu Houzhao with his fists raised and his sword split the wind and snow in front of him, dancing as fast as lightning.
Zhu Houzhao laughed loudly: "Bring me a blunderbuss, I want to cheer Erlang up!"
The guard brought a blunderbuss, tore open the paper shell and filled the ammunition, then bowed and handed it to the emperor.
Zhu Hou looked at Wang Yuan who was brandishing a sword at the foot of the city, then looked at the dusky wind and snowy sky, raised his firecracker toward the sky and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
The ministers were startled and no longer looked at Wang Yuan wielding his sword, but looked up at the emperor.
"Cough cough cough...hahahaha...cough cough"
The smoke caused by the gunpowder stimulated Zhu Houzhao to cough. He laughed and coughed, loaded the ammunition himself, fired another shot into the sky, and then shouted: "Play music, play music!"
Xie Lulang immediately raised his banner and directed the military band to start playing.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Cough cough cough cough!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zhu Houzhao had coughed up blood, and his chest was stained with blood. If he hadn't acted recklessly, he might have been able to live for a few more days, but it seemed that he just wanted to die on the Meridian Gate Tower.
The gunshots kept coming, and Wang Yuan kept dancing with his sword.
"puff!"
After firing a total of twelve shots, Zhu Houzhao spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and with the backlash of the musket, he suddenly fell backward.
"His Majesty!"
"Father!"
There was a sudden chaos up and down the Meridian Gate Tower, and Wang Yuan was still wielding his sword.