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Chapter 308 Big scene!
The evening celebrations began in earnest with the performances after some lively moments.

The light around them gradually dimmed, and the torches were covered. Only the area around the stage suddenly lit up, and the dance performance officially began, starting with Pangu creating the world, then Nuwa creating humans, then Cangjie creating characters, and then Yao, Shun, Yu and Tang. The fire on the Deer Stage ignited the light of a hundred schools of thought, and Emperor Wu of Han held the beacon fire. Then Liu Xiu opened the Eastern Han Dynasty, and then Sima polluted the Luo River and led to the chaos of the Jin Dynasty.

The performance in this section is full of tension, and the dancers work hard and rotate on the stage very naturally. Although there is no line, people can easily understand the meaning. Until the appearance of Dawei, the emperors are not played by real people but presented in the form of silhouettes and dubbing.

It is impossible to say that there was not a single incompetent emperor in the Wei Dynasty, but overall it was still a less chaotic era, and what was presented now was naturally the good side, which made Emperor Hongbao feel deeply moved.

The play was perfect, but it came to an abrupt end when it came to the late emperor. Then the fire around His Majesty's stand suddenly lit up, and someone immediately came over and held up a large bronze mirror to illuminate the position of Emperor Hongbao.

He naturally became the only light in the darkness, and was very dazzling.

You have to know that there are more than 100,000 people watching the ceremony here. When the light shines on him, he is as bright as a light bulb that suddenly lights up in the dark.

Emperor Hongbao slowly stood up with his hands on the railing and waved towards the darkness around him, and loud cheers came from below.

If there is any shortcoming of Emperor Hongbao, it is that apart from his overall ability, he generally has no innovative moves, and that may be that he is a bit too ambitious.

It is a rare scene for a man who loves to show off to be suddenly cheered by the crowd, even for an emperor. After all, the performance first stimulated the emotions, and the climax was finally brought to him. This idea was really unexpected.

And at this moment, fireworks scattered all over the sky, and the sky became a sea of ​​fire and silver flowers. The light of the fireworks made the world clear, and everyone's eyes looked over at the first moment.

Taking advantage of this point, Emperor Hongbao continued to sit down. Having been an emperor for most of his life, he could still feel his heart pounding when he sat down. It was so exciting that it even made him feel like he was rejuvenated.

When the fireworks started and the curtain was raised again, the Dream of Red Mansions gradually began to unfold in this dreamlike atmosphere. Emperor Hongbao took the tea handed over by Tian En and said with satisfaction: "This kid can do the job. You should inform the Ministry of Rites later. Don't let him mess around in the Hanlin Academy. Let him work in the Ministry of Rites. He will host the imperial city celebrations in the future."

"I will report it now."

If you want to know which of the six ministries is a stepping stone for promotion, it must be the Ministry of Rites. The Ministry of Works is all about hard work, the Ministry of War is all about being scolded and bullied, the Ministry of Justice is all about being glared at, the Ministry of Personnel is all about walking on thin ice, and the Ministry of Revenue is all about taking the blame. Only the Ministry of Rites is a place where people can rise to the top quickly. Few people can work in the Ministry of Rites for ten or eight years, unless they really do something big for His Majesty or the world, such as burning down the Imperial Ancestral Temple during the New Year's Day ceremony.

Otherwise, the Ministry of Rites would just have to steadily and step by step obtain qualifications. Of course, the premise is that there would not be any major case of cheating in the imperial examinations, otherwise the Ministry of Rites would have to undergo a major reshuffle.

In addition, everyone in the Ministry of Rites has to walk around in front of His Majesty whenever he has time, arranging this and that, so there may be good-for-nothings, corrupt officials, and lazy people in the Ministry of Rites from top to bottom, but there are definitely no ugly people. Everyone looks very energetic and good-looking.

Although sages have taught people not to judge people by their appearance since ancient times, look at those in the court, who is not handsome? It is difficult to find a lame hunchback. This is even more so in the Ministry of Rites. It is said that the top scholar stands beside the emperor, the second place goes to the study, and the temple is full of third place winners.

This temple is the Ministry of Rites. Next door are the Zongzheng Temple, the Dali Temple and the Honglu Temple, which are three of the nine temples. That’s why it got the name of a temple.

Entering the Ministry of Rites means one has truly stepped half a foot into officialdom. Although Lao Zhang is now just a royal director without much real power, this thing is related to weddings and funerals, so which one is not a big deal?
As time goes by, if he becomes more steady and does his job better, it is only a matter of time before he is promoted.

He didn't know about this yet, as the stage was busy with Dream of the Red Tower, and he was sitting in the dark at the back with a bowl in his hand, eating dry food in the light of a torch. He was already weak from a busy day, but fortunately, it was with his coming and going to arrange the celebrations today.

After the lively and bustling drama is over, even if he has done his job well, he will probably get some rewards tomorrow. I don't know what the reward will be, but it shouldn't be much. The old man is quite stingy and will not reward his subordinates unscrupulously. At most, he will give some silver.

When the show on stage came to an end, although Emperor Hong Bao was still somewhat reluctant to leave, the weather was cold after all, and it was already late at night, so he had no choice but to leave.

The people first left in an orderly manner with the cooperation of the Qianniu Guards, and then the emperor's procession started and slowly moved towards the direction of the imperial palace.

However, there were still many people on the road who had not left. They stood on both sides and watched Emperor Hongbao return to the palace. Although the old man was very tired at the moment, he still lifted the curtains and kept waving to the people. The procession did not end until they entered the gate of the palace.

Only when he returned to the warm room that Xia Lin had prepared for him long ago next to the bedroom did he feel his hands and feet gradually returning to temperature.

After taking off his heavy dragon robe and changing into casual clothes, Emperor Hongbao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when Tian En fetched water to wash his feet: "If it weren't for that kid's warm room, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive this winter."

Tian En said in a panic: "Your Majesty is in good health, a mere winter is nothing."

"You can't fool me. How can others know my physical condition as well as I do?" Emperor Hongbao groaned twice when he stood up, staggered and lay on the bed: "Old age, old age, only today do I know what it means to be old age."

Tian En stood by and didn't dare to speak, while Emperor Hong Bao was obviously getting more calm. He picked up Journey to the West and started reading. Although he had read this book eight times, it was always new and more interesting, and there was a sense of taste in it.

"Tian En."

"The servant is here."

Emperor Hongbao turned his head slightly to glance at him and said: "Today's celebration is quite good. Tomorrow, all the rewards should be given out. Don't let people always accuse me of being stingy."

"This slave takes the order."

"By the way, the newspaper said earlier that they were going to turn today's venue into a market instead of demolishing it, right? What would they sell?"

Tian En bowed and said, "All kinds of sundries from all over the world, it is said that everything that can be seen in the world, as long as it does not violate taboos, can be found there."

"Oh." The old man suddenly perked up: "Okay, okay, it just so happens that these few days are the winter solstice and we have a day off. Come with me to take a look tomorrow."

"Well, then your Majesty, you should rest early."

In the past few years, everyone would advise His Majesty not to leave the palace, from the officials to the inner court to the harem, but in recent years, no one has advised him. Everyone can see that the old emperor's health is getting worse day by day, and he is about to collapse. The thoughts of a dying old man are probably just those. He can't eat much or drink much, and he has no desire for gold, silver and treasures. He just wants to be lively.

Then let him have some fun. The next morning, when Emperor Hongbao got up, the sky was already bright. He felt a little hot, so he put on his clothes and went to the window. When he opened the window, he found that the outside was already covered in silver, and the whole world was vast.

"It's snowing so heavily."

At this moment, Tian En heard the noise and knocked on the door and came in: "Your Majesty, you are awake."

"Tian En, it's snowing really hard. Oh, it's really a good sign, auspicious snow means a good harvest. We just finished the ceremony yesterday, and it's snowing today. Good, good, auspicious." The old man's face was full of red: "Go and get some water, and after I wash up, you can go out with me for a walk."

"Slave, go right away."

The scenery of Jinling City was absolutely beautiful after the snow. Almost everyone in the city was praising the success of yesterday's ceremony, and said that they moved the great Shennong to send down heavy snow. Otherwise, why did it suddenly snow today in Jinling City when it hadn't snowed for many years?
At this moment, Lao Zhang was still sleeping, but Wu Ning broke into his room and lifted up his quilt: "Master, Master! Get up quickly! The imperial edict has arrived outside."

"what?"

Old Zhang put on his clothes in a daze and went out to receive the imperial edict. Halfway through, he found out that he had been transferred from the Hanlin Academy to the Ministry of Rites, the first of the four departments of the Ministry of Rites, and became a Yuanwailang. That is, the adjutant of the Ministry of Rites, in charge of the rituals and music ceremonies of the court, a fifth-rank official.

This wasn't just a three-level promotion. Although he told Xia Lin that he would be promoted to several ranks after coming here, Hanlin was an official position that enjoyed the salary of an official below the seventh rank but had no real power. To put it bluntly, it was a place where the country helped to support a playboy.

But what came today was an imperial edict rather than an official document of promotion from the Ministry of Personnel, which meant that he was directly pulled out of the Hanlin Academy by His Majesty and directly became a powerful official of the fifth rank.

Just because of a festival that no one wanted to take over, he instantly rose six levels...

Now he is on the same level as the chief officer of the Hanlin Academy. Yesterday he was called Xiao Zhang, but today he is Lord Zhang.

Old Zhang was sitting there holding the imperial edict and smacking his lips. At this moment, the kitchen helper outside brought in noodles and fried pancakes. He was finally awakened by the cold wind.

"I am now on the same level as Xia Lin."

"What? You're just dreaming." Wu Ning picked up noodles with chopsticks and said with a smile: "Although he is also from the fifth rank, he has political power and military power. What do you have? You have me."

"Hey! What you said is really not very polite. If someone hears it, I don't know how they will slander me."

"Whether it's slander or not, you can't tell. I called you Master, but did they recognize me? Who has ever seen unmarried men and women learn from a master? What did they learn? Joy Zen?"

"Eat! Even eating can't stop your mouth." Old Zhang frowned: "Your bad luck in the future will be caused by your mouth."

"Come on, Master. This is called a sect, and the inheritance is orderly. Aren't you unlucky because of your mouth?"

Old Zhang was speechless. He sat there sighing and eating noodles: "I don't know what Daosheng is doing now. It's snowing so heavily outside. I dreamed last night that the carriage he was riding in overturned and he was trapped under the carriage and died of hunger and cold."

"Look at you... I really don't know what to say to you. Eat quickly, and after you finish eating, accompany me to the big market to take a look. I heard that this is the largest market in the world in recent years. It must be very lively."

As for Xia Lin at this moment... what he said was right. He was on his way back from Luoyang after paying homage to his ancestors. He had some free time and planned to go to Mount Lushan to find Miss Tang. However, a heavy snowstorm suddenly occurred yesterday evening, and the wind and snow were so strong in the mountains that the driver accidentally overturned the carriage. Now the eight of them were squatting in a shed on the side of the road, warming themselves by a fire.

Anyone with a little bit of common sense knows that you can't run around in this kind of weather. Once you get lost in the mountains, you'll be doomed even if you find them. So find two people to go out and seek help, and the rest of you should just wait there.

Fortunately, they brought a lot of things with them, so they were not afraid of freezing to death or starving to death. However, living in this desolate wilderness was really uncomfortable.

"After that day, Zhang Zhongchun always felt that his body was heavy, but there was nothing else unusual. Later, someone gave him a large bronze mirror. He was not interested and just asked someone to move the bronze mirror to the warehouse. A few days later, when he went to the warehouse to look for something, he accidentally glanced at the bronze mirror and found that the woman he had abused that day had been riding on his neck."

Xia Lin told ghost stories one after another, and not only Sister Chuntao, who was accompanying her, but even the coachman and the three guards were frightened out of their wits.

"No, I can accept Chun Tao being scared, but what are you guys BYD doing making faces? You guys have been on the battlefield killing people until your swords are bent, so why are you afraid of a female ghost? Damn it, when the Black and White Impermanence come and see you three, you will all march in step."

"Master, why is it always Master Zhang... He is so unlucky. In the last story, he was dragged into a dry well, and in this story, he is ridden by a female ghost."

Chun Tao said with a smile: "Let's change someone."

"No, that bastard must have nothing to do and often plots against me." Xia Lin poked the fire with a stick: "If he hadn't asked me to burn paper for the master and his wife before the winter solstice, would I be stuck here like a savage now?"

After stirring the fire for a while, they took out a few taro and sat there to eat them. Then they got some hot tea from the kettle and drank it. Although there was a cool breeze blowing into the shed from time to time, it was not that cold. However, if no one came up the mountain to rescue them today, they would not know how they would survive the second night. After all, the wind and snow would not stop, and the accumulated snow would only cover all previous traces. If they really wanted to find them again, they would have to wait until the beginning of next spring.

"Sir, can't we just follow the road?"

"Let's go?" Xia Lin pointed outside: "Go out and see if there is any road."

The guard went out to take a look and came back in shock: "They are all connected together..."

"The snow in the south is fluffy, and you don't know if there's grass or a deep pit underneath. If you're not careful, you'll fall into the mountain stream. If you tumble down and bump into things, it's okay, but if you fall into a creek or a pool, hehe... In this weather, don't even mention that you're strong, even a strong person would be frozen to death if you come here."

The driver nodded repeatedly: "If you are not an experienced hunter, it is almost impossible to get out."

Xia Lin rubbed his hands and sighed: "Fortunately we didn't go too far. If you ask me, this is all Zhang Zhongchun's fault!"

(End of this chapter)