The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 239: Heavenly Ceremony and the Meeting of Princes (I)

Under the alluring moonlight, the palace is surrounded by pine and cypress trees, the leaves of the parasol trees rustle, the bamboo forest rustles, and the stream gurgles. It is cold at midnight, and many people are standing outside the ice well courtyard, with no lights on.

A gust of cold wind blew by, Wu Xiong shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at Wang Congxun.

The young prince was dressed in full. He wore a scarlet outer gauze, a white inner garment, a black collar, black sleeves and a gold hook belt. He wore a white skirt and a red knee-length skirt. He carried a golden sword and a Jinxian crown on his head. He stood there holding the sword, looking steady and reserved, with a sense of nobility and majesty. He seemed to have matured a bit, and had completely lost his immaturity, frivolity and cruelty.

Wu Xiong looked around but couldn't connect him with the dog-butchers in the rumors. After a while, he whispered, "Marquis Changshan, what is Jiqu?"

"Head down quickly."

"……Forehead……"

"Bend over, look at the ground, place one hand on top of the other, and place them below your abdomen. Move your feet, not with big steps, but with small steps, but don't run. Don't look around when you are walking, and walk straight..."

"So complicated?" Wu Xiong raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "I can't remember it."

"...Just follow me for a while. I will do whatever I do."

"Okay, okay!" Wu Xiong pecked his head, looked around at the figures in the dark, and said nervously, "Marquis Changshan, could you please take another look at what I'm wearing?"

"The crown is crooked, there are stray hairs on the temples, the belt is not tied properly, and the white pen is not the same size on the left and right..."

"Ah?" Wu Xiong was in a panic, cursing, "Damn Mao Zhizi, all these red tapes are harmful to people. It's true that I have studied poetry for several years, but I didn't know it was like this..."

Wang Congxun coughed softly: "Great Ceremony of Heaven, Gods are above."

Wu Xiong nodded, his tone becoming a little respectful: "Li Yijing."

So he stood there like a wooden stake, waiting to be summoned with the others.

……

In the brightly lit room, the saint was wearing a large fur crown.

There are fourteen types of imperial robes in the imperial court. The white hat with horns is called Baigai, which is used to express mourning.

Purple clothes, white trousers, flat turban and cap, knight's clothing.

White skirt and white gauze hat. Do you have any impression of the attire for worshipping ghosts in daily life? In the imperial court, it was somewhere between formal dress and casual dress. It could be worn when attending court or making a speech.

Wearing a black hat, he visited the tomb.

Wearing red clothes, white skirt and deerskin hat, he received congratulations on the first day of the lunar month.

many kinds of.

Taoist clothing is also popular.

"The Family of the Former Shu Dynasty" records: "The concubines in the harem all wore lotus crowns and Taoist clothes. When they were drunk, they took off their crowns, put on rouge and powder, and called it drunken makeup. All the people in the country imitated it. Yan once went to Qingcheng Mountain with the empress dowager and concubines. The palace ladies' clothes were all painted with clouds, and they looked like fairies."

From the emperor to the concubines, men to women, from the ruling class to the common people, everyone likes this. Saint He Chuchu, Wu Lingxian, and many of the Queen's female relatives often dress like this, but not as exaggerated as in Shu.

In short, there are many kinds of clothing to choose from, including purple, red, white, blue, and black. For this sacrifice to heaven, the selection is based on the crown. The crown is the sixth of the emperor's clothing.

The robes for ascending the throne, the first year of one’s reign, the enthronement of a queen, and the enthronement of the Three Dukes.

Black crown. Worship miscellaneous gods, sun and moon.

……

Wearing a large fur hat and crown, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth.

So, the one that a group of men and women are running around the room looking for "parts" and surrounding and assembling on the body is the big fur crown. The saint stands there, being touched on the chest by one, being grabbed by the shoulders by another, being checked and fiddled with by a soft slave sleeping under his crotch, and being watched, supervised, and reminded of various details by the imperial censor in the palace.

"I know, I know." The saint said in annoyance: "I understand."

The censor performed his duties without hesitation: "Has the sage understood all this? Winter solstice, suburban sacrifice... call yourself "I"."

"I don't need to." The saint was already tired before he even started.

Dozens of people dressed up for him alone.

Put on and open the parts one by one, and replace the items.

The fox collar was put on and taken off, and replaced with a majestic black fur collar woven from black wool.

Blood-red skirt. White underwear. Red socks.

The heavy wooden-soled bare shoes felt like lumps of iron when worn.

The color arrangement of the six double ribbons is black, yellow, red, white, blue and green. The length of the sleeves, the flags and the belts were checked again and again with a ruler against the book. The gold brocade sleeves were taken off and then replaced with new holes. The patterns were checked again and again against the "numbers of heaven and earth". If there was color difference, discoloration or ruler error, the silk was sewn and calibrated on the spot.

It's very interesting, so I won't say much.

"Huh... OK." The sweaty Rounu panted heavily, supported the saint's knees and stood up from under his crotch, shaking her numb hands a few times.

"Suffering."

"I am not miserable." Yu Wenrou wiped the sweat from her flushed cheeks: "If the saint is good, then I am good. If the saint is miserable, then I am even more miserable."

As he was speaking, Ah Qian brought a bronze mirror and said, "Everyone, please look into the mirror."

Looks good. The main colors are black and light red, white, bright red, dark red, and yellow, blue, and green are used as renderings and small embellishments in various positions. Following the Xuanhong of the Zhou and Han dynasties. Majestic and solemn, elegant and generous. It is true that clothes make the man. After this tidying up, I, the dog-footed emperor, suddenly felt a sense of arrogance and hegemony, and my expression and temperament changed.

Wow, props have also been prepared.

After turning around in front of the mirror, the sage said proudly, "Zou Ji is more than eight feet tall, and his appearance is very beautiful! Who is more handsome, me or Zou Ji?"

Everyone laughed.

Wu Lingxian tilted her head slightly: "How can Zou Ji compare to you?"

Liu Yong, the Imperial Censor in the Palace, said, "Duke Wen is not as beautiful as you are."

The sage choked and suspected that Liu Yong was driving.

The person Duke Wen was referring to should be Zi Bao.

When he was a prince, Wang Ji was attracted by the wife of his grandfather Duke Xiang, who asked him to have an affair with her. Duke Wen refused. But Duke Wen was so beautiful that Wang Ji could not help herself and tried every means to please him. She even bought hot searches for Duke Wen and cultivated his followers. When the time was right, she killed Duke Zhao and supported him to take the throne.

This shows that appearance is also a kind of capital, for both men and women of the same class.

If Gao Huan had not been good-looking, which led to Lou Zhaojun's fall, Erzhu would probably not have been a loyal minister. The beauty of the Queen was so stunning that the beast soldiers were so shocked that they could not bear to harm her.

If a sage did not have a face value that closely resembled his mother, he would not have been able to cause such farces as the sister-in-law who was obsessed with him, the concubines swearing at each other for the order of favor, and the concubines being tricked by the talented lady Meng and Zheng Zhaoyi into viewing her beautiful body at a night banquet.

"The king is greatly deceived!" The sage laughed twice with a conceited look.

"Everyone." Qiu came over with the crown in his hand, leaned forward and raised the crown, looking at him with his big resentful eyes: "Please put on the crown."

The sage then remembered that he had visited Aqiu many times in the forbidden garden's grinding mill, woodshed, haystack, flower field, under the peach tree, and in the bushes, and that he seemed to have given birth to a daughter.

"bring it on."

Ah Qiu blushed.

The saints always slap their own buttocks, pinch their own necks with one hand, pull their heads up by their hair, and hold their ankles with both hands... while gritting their teeth and shouting "I'll kill you!" In the end, they often just lie down and say, "You do it yourself."

Oh my god! What kind of occasion is this? Is he in heat again? Ah Qiu spat at himself in his heart. The crowd, standing or sitting, talking and laughing, fell silent and watched the emperor in the crowd being put on the jade hairpin crown by Ah Qiu's delicate hands.

Then, the Imperial Guard Yin Sengbian walked up to the sage holding the Lu Lu Jade Sword, knelt down, and spread the sword in front of him: "Please accept the sword!"

When the saint nodded, he stood up and put on his sword.

When Li put his hand on the hilt of the sword and slowly raised his head, there was a sigh in the room.

"He has the appearance of a dragon and the qualities of a phoenix, the symbol of heaven and sun." The Privy Councilor watched with a smile.

"Living in the south of Qi, he actually started to destroy Shang. The wise emperor deployed his military power and unified the world." Chongyan smiled.

"Today, our great sage has blazed a trail through the mountains and forests, pacifying the barbarians and the Han people and making them part of the Chinese nation." The Minister of Rites Xiao Kuan also complimented.

"..."

The atmosphere is harmonious and joyful.

After hearing this, the Saint said, "You have not slept all night, so take a rest." "As you wish."

The worship of Taiqing Palace and Taimiao was completed two days ago. The most solemn worship of heaven will start at about three o'clock. According to the theory of induction, people believe that everything is asleep at night, and the way is yin, which is the most suitable for traveling through the spirit world and communicating with ghosts and gods, and it is not easy to breed abnormalities. Most of the activities of exorcism, talisman, and soul-returning in later generations are also carried out at night and in the early morning - according to the experience of saints - the same is true.

At this moment, the saints and princes were cleaning up, and some officials and Chinese and foreign troops were still working overtime.

The strength is also high.

While he was fasting, the Taichang Temple was setting up the altar of the gods and the Five Emperors, the Sun and Moon Altar. The Taiyue was setting up the music. The musicians, the dancers, and the dancers were rehearsing songs and dances. Civil dances, martial dances. One dance, two dances... The Weiwei was setting up the ceremonial guards... and the Yushitai was arranging the venue.

When he changed his clothes.

Taoists and doctors were calculating the ecliptic and verifying astronomical numbers such as the Big Dipper and the Milky Way.

There are too many to list. Boredom makes people serious, excited, and awed, which is indeed the first-class component of the life of emperors and feudal affairs. But in my previous life, I thought it was just like that. Now that I think about it, it is mostly influenced by those abbreviated and de-detailed readings.

It’s not easy, the saint sighed.

If you don’t just offer sacrifices to the heavens, you won’t be able to build a unified empire.

The simplest dance, performed by A Zhao, Du Rangneng, and Situ, was full of demonic, weird, creepy, mysterious, wonderful, and thrilling spiritual feelings, which could stun people and make the whole audience solemn. If it were the women in Pingkangli, they would probably only make the observing army look hard and noisy. The short life of the Five Dynasties may not be without this reason - it looked not very formal, like a fake company.

After taking a break from drinking tea, the saint hooked his finger at the two dozing purple-clad women and said, "Chongyan, Afu, come here."

Nangong Chongyan rubbed his sleepy eyes and said lazily: "Do you want to punish me? Let's go and find a place--"

The saint sighed: "...When did you lose your moral integrity?"

Nangong Chongyan blinked her eyelashes and said, "I was played badly by the emperor. I have nothing in front of him."

"you--"

Then the beautiful elder sister immediately held her head, pretending to be in pain, with a tearful expression: "I know, I know, please don't yell at me..."

"Ahem." Luo Fu held his forehead with his hand: "There are too many people."

Can you two, man and woman, please calm down for a moment?
"Come on, accompany me for the meeting." The saint tried to keep a straight face and said, "Pay attention to your dignity."

"Lululu." Nangong Chongyan stuck out his tongue, his expression changed faster than anything else, and in a blink of an eye he returned to his aloof and cold self. Walking into the next room, there were more than a dozen temple maids napping in the room, with only a swaying oil lamp lit.

After Luo Fu called them away, the saint knelt down at the wall. Half of the yellow halo covered him, making him half hazy and half black, and the jade hairpin crown reflected the golden light. The black crown absorbed the light and became darker and more red. Luo Fu sat on his calves with his hips raised, his hands folded on his crotch, and sat on the left.

Ta-ta-ta...Nangong Chongyan left and came back, sitting beside him on the right.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside, and the waiter instructed them to unsheathe their swords and take off their shoes. Wang Congxun, Wang Zhu, Mo Zangqiqi, Zhao Fu, Liu Xianyuan, Li Zan, Sima Kanwu, Zhao Kuangning, Li Renmei, and Wu Xiong all rushed inside, saying in a rhythmic manner: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Luo Fu said, "The system is called seat."

Ten people knelt down near the door behind them.

"Okay, we are all busy, I will just say a few words." The sage said in a pleasant tone: "Congxun, I still remember our meeting in the snow on the top of Chongxuan Tower, and how we have come all the way to this day. You are my Guo Ziyi..."

Isn't it a sacrifice to heaven? Why are you talking about this all of a sudden? Wang Congxun didn't understand, but he was also very happy after hearing it. He didn't show it, but immediately leaned forward and said: "Your Majesty, it is the will of heaven, and I dare not take credit for it."

"Qi Qi, when we were planning to attack Yongyi, you were so bold as to use Tongwancheng as an example, and that's how I got to know you. After that, you worked diligently. Eliminate the demons in Mibei Lake. Defeat Tongzhou. Suppress Xingfeng..."

"I am a barbaric man, my talent is not as good as that of an average person. I only eat the salary of the emperor and do my duty loyally." Mo Zang Qiqi saw from the corner of his eye that the light source, the oil lamp, was located behind the saint's head, like a small sun. The saint was half red and half black, sitting there with his hands on his knees, like a demon god and a ghost in the Buddha's light.

"Pig..."

"When I was young and succeeded to the throne, the government was in my hands. I wept with my concubine, but we dared not let anyone hear our cries. The world was in turmoil, and the Red Eyebrows were in turmoil. I almost lost my ambition. But I got this loyal minister who is loyal to me. The heaven has treated me well! Even if things don't work out, I will eventually meet with an unexpected event. Why should I regret it? In the vast history, there are few examples of loyalty. Day and night, yin and yang. I wish that we will be king and subject forever."

In his words and tone, he did not try to maintain his status as before, because he was already a true saint.

Zhazhu wept and bowed down: "...I am a humble man, yet you have shown me your love and care. You have not despised my ugliness, nor have you used my relatives as a shield. I have stolen this power and reputation by chance, but I am ashamed of your great reputation..."

"Uncle Fu, I was able to get Ah Zhao and King Liang, and I was able to get you and Uncle Jia. Isn't this the generosity of fate? The sword was turned upside down in the Lingfu Courtyard, and the pens and ink were fragrant in the Privy Council. Gong Di was beheaded at the entrance of Chongyang Valley, and his reputation spread across the Jishui Plain. He followed the carriage unmoved in wind and rain, and never complained..."

Zhao Fu's eyes felt a little hot.

So what if my brother-in-law is not the emperor?

Luo Fu turned her head and could not see the saint's expression, but she was still keenly aware that his true feelings were revealed. Recalling what the saint had just said, she secretly sighed: The saint's divinity is increasing day by day. Is it more effective for human nature to manifest itself on this?
The sage then turned his gaze to Zhao Kuangning.

He also turned to Liu Xianyuan, Li Zan, Sima Kanwu, Li Renmei, and Wu Xiong: "Some of them are from my maternal family, some are from aristocratic families, some were once thieves, Qi thieves, Cai thieves, Bin thieves...but they all followed me unwaveringly in the most difficult times. The peak produced false supporters, and the dusk witnessed devout believers. They are all loyal ministers rarely seen in a century. Without you, I might have to go to the underworld to apologize to the saints."

The ten men bowed their heads in unison: "We are serving respectfully and fearfully, and we have absolutely no intention of rebelling!"

"I know, otherwise why would I tell you these things from my heart." The saint's tone was natural, which made the room more solemn: "I called you here for something. There are two lists here. One is generals. The other is marshals. Ah Fu, distribute them."

"Yes." Luo Fu stood up.

Hearing the word "commander-in-chief", everyone's curiosity and attention were aroused. They stared at Luo Fu as she stood up, grabbed two stacks of rice paper on the table, walked in front of her, and handed out two sheets.

Wang Congxun spread out the rice paper under his body and identified it in the dim light.

"Ah!" The shocking content made him stand there.

The general paper reads:

General Shengtang. The general who protects the country. Champion general. The general of chariots and cavalry. The general who conquered the barbarians. General Saolu. Defeat the general. Daocheng is a great general. General Ping Rong. The official general. A heroic general. Civilized general.

Position paper:
The governor of Fengxiang. The governor of Xiasui. The governor of Jiannan. The governor of Shaanxi. The governor of Huaixi. The governor of Shuofang Army. The governor of Tian'an Army. The governor of Pinghai Army. The governor of Zhenjiang Army. The governor of Lianghan Army. The governor of Jingnan Army. The governor of Changsheng Army. The governor of Changsheng Army.

They were all stunned.

Wu Xiong pinched his thigh tightly, Sima Kanwu gritted his teeth and opened and closed his eyes again and again. Is this a dream?
"Your Majesty..." Zhao Kuangning said in surprise.

"The military governor of a large town is also the prime minister, but he does not administer the government. He is called the envoy and the prime minister." The sage explained, "Now I grant you the title of general, but you do not take up the post, do not open a government office, and do not receive any salary. You are called the forbidden general. You can be called a certain general. For example, Qi general, Shaanxi general, Wang general, and Liu general. Their rank is equivalent to that of an envoy and a prime minister, and they are of the third rank. They are given purple clothes, a jade pendant with azure water, and a gold-plated sword. According to the established practice, they are all of the third rank, and the envoy and prime minister are below the real prime minister. I am a general, and my rank is the same as that of a real general."

The Jiedushi did not disappear with the fall of the Tang Dynasty and the end of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. Due to the trend of generals becoming ministers and the enthusiasm of military men for establishing Jiedushi and being called a general, the Jiedushi still prevailed in the Liao, Jin, and Song dynasties.

"History of Liao": "The remote chariot commandery. The commandery of a certain department. The commandery of a certain department of a certain country. The commandery of a certain army in a certain state."

"History of Jin Dynasty": "A Jiedushi, third rank. He is in charge of pacifying the army and defending the city, and is in charge of the military affairs of the city."

In the Song Dynasty.

Wen Yanbo was later appointed as the military governor of seven towns: Zhongwu Army, Heyang, Chengde, Jiannan West Sichuan, Hedong, Huguo Army, and Shannan West Road.

After Wang Anshi was dismissed from his post as prime minister, he was appointed Jiedushi of Zhennan Army.

Han Shizhong was also the military governor of Ningguo Army, Henghai Army, Wuning Army and Anhua Army.

When Song Shenzong was in residence, he was appointed as the Jiedushi of Zhongwu Army.

Jiedushi was one of the most glorious honorary titles for scholars and military men in the Song Dynasty, and was exclusively granted to important officials and kings.

When Emperor Zhenzong of Song was young: "He was intelligent and had a unique appearance. He played with other kings and liked to pretend to fight in battle formations. He called himself the marshal."

This is called a trend. The Zhao family members who were still little kids in the early Song Dynasty also liked to "fight" like the children of the Shacai family, and Zhao Heng called himself the commander-in-chief.

In short, the popularity and appeal of words like "handsomeone", "someone", and "Jiedushi" will not decrease or will not decline rapidly in the foreseeable future, let alone now.

In this world, people fight for fame, wealth, power and sex. For ideals and infatuation. For obsession and grudges. Everyone has their own past and future, demands and visions. For the big soldiers, the mainstream is nothing more than profit. If you get to the level of Wang Congxun and Zhazhu, you will definitely change, but there is a high probability that you will upgrade. Although Xiao Wang and his gang did not express it, the saint repeatedly speculated and felt that even if the employees did not say it, the boss must understand. It also gave Wu Chen a hope. Separatism is not okay, but being a commander is okay.

"We will set out to offer sacrifices to the heavens soon. Make your choice. Pick one general and one commander." The saint urged.

The ten people looked at each other in bewilderment. Wu Xiong's lips moved anxiously, and he was about to speak when Wang Congxun pulled his sleeve imperceptibly.

Zhao Kuangning replied, "It is said that a general becomes a prime minister, and he holds both the position of a general and a prime minister. I am honored by my high position and I am ashamed to listen to the teachings of the sage. I secretly admire the ancients and want to lead by example so that people will not fight and change customs. Moreover, I am in a high position and have been honored to the extreme. I should follow the footsteps of Fan Li and return my bones to my hometown. However, as the imperial country is not at peace, I dare not avoid it. I am willing to give up my position. I will do my best to help the country in times of crisis and will not regret it even if I die nine times."

No! Wu Xiong wanted to cry but had no tears. He glared at Zhao Kuangning fiercely and wanted to kill the beast with one punch.

If you don't want to, just shut up. Can't you wait until we tell you and then refuse?

The figure still maintained a gloomy sitting posture: "Is this a moment of modesty?"

Zhao Kuangning bowed with both hands: "No, this is a time to reflect on myself."

A shadow flashed on the wall, and He raised his sleeves: "You choose."

Fearing that someone would be arrogant again, Wu Xiong was faster than anyone else this time. He fell to the ground with a "bang" and said with full momentum: "Thank you for your grace! The west gate of Fengxiang State has always been the arm of the emperor. Although Li Changfu and Li Maozhen were two beasts, their flaws do not outweigh their merits. I like the governor of Fengxiang. The title of general... requires a carriage and cavalry."

(End of this chapter)