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Chapter 776 Gongqing Bone (41)

Hundreds of civil and military officials, including the relatives of the emperor, marched from the gate of the palace to the Temple of Heaven.The drums and gongs continued all the way, and the scriptures did not stop.There is also the beauty of the heavens, and it is not snowing at the right time.

Lady Xue in the palace wants to give birth, so it is inconvenient for her to accompany her.Queen Huo Yunwan is a sinner, so naturally she didn't follow.The sedan chairs of the Empress Dowager Zhaoshu and the emperor walked in the front, stepped on the stone slabs after arriving, and went up the stairs, and finally stood at the highest point.

The firewood in the Sifang Fan furnace has been burned, and the green smoke reaches nine days.The ceremonial officer obeyed the order and said the prayer, and Wei Lang walked to the seat of worship, knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times, shouting "God." All the officials bowed their heads and wished the coming year together.

Something stayed in the air for a moment, and Xue Ling woke up suddenly, seeing that the sky was bright all around.Looking sideways, Xue Ming is also looking at her.

Taking a deep breath, he lashed the horse's butt with a whip, splashing snow and making all the civil and military officials face.As if in an instant, the snow fell like an avalanche, covering the ground.

In Beijing, it's snowing again.

In the past few days, the blizzard has been continuous, and the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven should have been postponed.It was because of the incident of the ballad that Wei Lang thought about it again and again, but decided to hold it as scheduled.

It doesn't matter if the snow is heavy, everyone has furs and beautiful clothes on their bodies, and they have prepared a canopy early, so no one will get wet.What's more, auspicious snow heralds a good year, the thicker the winter snow, the warmer the spring, he insisted on dispelling the rumor of thunder and snow.

When offering sacrifices to the sky, it is a good thing that there will be snow.

After the singing and dancing, perform the Jubilee ceremony, burn sandalwood, and present jade and silk.Underneath, all the musicians played a piece of Jing Pingzhang so soul-stirringly, Wei Lang walked slowly to the edge of the altar, there were three pillars of purple-red giant incense as tall as a person, as thick as an arm.

A group of eunuchs successively brought up some trays, on which were placed jade slips and Huazhang, and some brocade silks, all of which looked like flying dragons and phoenixes, embroidered with the rising sun and auspicious clouds.The one in the middle is a nine-dragon jade tripod, which contains five grains, four waters and three soils, and when mixed, it looks like mud.

There is the Emperor of Heaven, who protects our country, overflowing with water, and thick with soil, who gets what he gets and what he accumulates.

Wei Lang cleaned his hands, took the jade tripod, and held it high above the top. Guo Zuo Shengmin, the emperor's people, were all in a cloud of muddy water in his hands.

One bow, another bow, three bows, the ritual officer shouted.Everyone bent down and got up again, bent down again, got up again, bent down again, and couldn't get up again.

The canopy had no effect at all, and the wind and snow fell on the back in a blink of an eye.It seems that if you don't shake it off quickly, your spine will be broken in the next moment.

Fortunately, it doesn't take too long to bow like this. After the ceremony officer lights the incense candles and other things in the altar, he can retreat to the attic to perform the ceremony of watching the fire. This business should almost be over.After the royal affairs are over, he can rush home to worship his ancestors.

The "Licheng" was not heard for a long time, and the more officials waited, the more strange it became. Some people who were kneeling in the distance looked up secretly, and saw many people standing there, holding jade tripods and jade cong. Kind of thing, the incense in the altar has not been ignited for a long time.

The snow will be heavier this time, and it will be difficult to catch cold things.Even the emperor has to bow to the sky.After waiting for a while, he still didn't feel that something was wrong.Until he whispered in his ear, he raised his head and reprimanded lightly: "What is it?"

The ritual officer was already covered in sweat, and the torch in his hand was made of sackcloth soaked in suet, which was the most flame-resistant, even snow could not extinguish it.But he had burned it on the sandalwood for a long time, but it couldn't be ignited no matter what.

The emperor's urging made his hands tremble even more, and he poked the torch on the incense head suddenly.Those three sticks of incense were burnt out like charcoal fire, turned into ashes and fell down in a blink of an eye, only three incense cores remained in a blink of an eye.

There is no room for recovery from such accidents.Not to mention that even if there is a way, if there is accountability after the event, I am afraid that everyone will die.He was the one who started the fire, and he couldn't survive no matter what.He slipped his foot and fell off the ladder.

A thin layer of snow has piled up on the ground, and flying flowers are scattered.Just before burning incense, the surroundings must be solemn.When the boss uttered a "bang", most of the people present raised their heads.

The jade cauldron split open at this moment, and the red, yellow, green and black inside flowed from the hands of the emperor, so those raised heads dropped down again in an instant.

The accompanying young eunuch reacted quickly, hurriedly came up and handed over a handkerchief, and hurriedly whispered to someone to change the incense in the altar, and fetched the torch again.When the ceremonial officer called "Li Cheng" again, Huang Jingmin stretched his waist and managed to straighten up.

Everything was as usual, as if nothing had happened.The music officer will play again to send the gods to heaven.Everyone retreated to the altar that had been set up, and the palace servants threw all the prepared sacrificial offerings into the altar, and the flames burst into flames for a moment.

Everyone on the field met their eyes, or nodded and shook their heads, but without exception, they were all silent.The matter of not burning incense during the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, not to mention unheard of in Liang for hundreds of years, even after thousands of years, it is probably unique.

Is it a man-made disaster or a natural disaster?
Sitting in the main seat, Wei Lang knew everyone's thoughts like the palm of his hand.Under the extreme anger, he wanted to laugh.As soon as the ceremony was over, he returned to the palace and immediately asked people to investigate the matter. Three generations and nine clans did not stay behind.At that time, I will naturally know whether it is God's punishment or human evil.

He seemed to be more concerned, as if his hands hadn't been wiped clean just now.

The sound of the bells and drums became weaker and weaker, and the corner of the hall also rested early. It was almost over, and the eunuch had already beckoned the people behind to warm up the sedan chair first.Wei Lang moved his body, ready to go back home.

There was a sudden commotion outside, and the crowd automatically moved out of the way.The fast horse rushed straight in front of the emperor, and after the man handed the document to the eunuch, he knelt down to salute the emperor.

On the seal of the document, in addition to the Kuai Ma Ling, there is also a thin cluster of arrows, the size of a knuckle, which means that it is about fighting.People came from the outside, everyone on the field saw it, and they couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb at this moment, all eyes on the field were focused on Wei Lang's hands.

Although it may not be possible to clearly see what is on it, the emperor must read it with all the ministers after reading it.After all, this grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is a sacrifice for all people, not for the emperor alone.

Wei Lang knew it wasn't a good item at a glance, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he couldn't pretend he didn't get it.When it was taken apart, Xue Ling and his wife had deep horseshoes on the top.

There was no horse changing along the way, fearing that the horse would lose its strength and be trapped in the snow, so Xue Ling walked and rested along the way.The grand ceremony in Beijing was almost over, and the two arrived near Shouling.

This place is also considered familiar. Looking at the mountains on both sides, Xue Ling seems to have been here before.After looking for a while, he concluded that it was undoubtedly Shou Ling, so he breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and turned to greet Xue Ming, "We're almost there, let's run for a while."

Without waiting for Xue Ming to agree, he urged the horse first, Xue Ming hurriedly chased after him.It was like this, Wangshan ran to death, and she only saw the north gate of Shouling at the beginning of the next year.

The city was a little more deserted than she used to be, maybe it was the eighth day of the lunar new year when she wanted to pay the gods and ask the ancestors, so everyone returned early.I found a restaurant and sat down, swallowing a few bowls of hot soup, warming my body a little.

Once the snow starts to rise, there will be no end. If we go back, we won’t be able to catch up with anything.It's better to just rest in the city for one night and hit the road early tomorrow.After making up his mind, Xue Ling became more relaxed, ordered two more side dishes, and ate for a while.

Seeing that she was in a hurry all the way, Xue Ming suddenly slowed down.He couldn't help but said, "Do you want me to look for a horse first?"

Xue Ling raised his head and said with a smile: "No need, let's stay for one night and come back tomorrow."

After two nights of sleepless nights, her eyes were bloodshot, and the red spot faded a little, and she couldn't see clearly anymore.

　If there is a manuscript, I will post it, and if there is no manuscript, I will play.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)