After all, only 76 years had passed from the time of Zhao Kuang to the time of Zhao Zhen. Although most people who had seen Zhao Kuang in person were no longer alive, the royal family still preserved his portrait, so it was still easy to create such a sculpture.

There is another statue next to the statue of Zhao Kuang, also of an old man with a wealthy face. If you look closely, he looks a bit like the statue of Zhao Kuang.

Zhao Jun curled his lips. That was a sculpture of Zhao Guangyi, the god of war on a donkey cart. Below Zhao Guangyi was the statue of Zhao Heng, Emperor Zhenzong of Song.

This scene is eye-catching.

Zhao Jun didn't expect that Zhao Zhen had smuggled something with him.

He placed his grandfather's sculpture next to Zhao Kuang's.

If Zhao Kuang really appeared, wouldn't he kick his brother who stole the throne from his son?

As a direct descendant of Zhao Kuang, I really can't stand seeing such an eye-catching scene.

However, during the sacrifice now, the statue of Zhao Guangyi has to be moved to the left and right.

Putting aside other things, even if Zhao Guangyi did not do those shameful things.

But in terms of rank, how could the subsequent emperors be qualified to stand with the founding emperor?

In the Taimiao of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin did not even have the courage to have his tablet placed alongside Li Yuan's.

“Burning incense!”

After the Minister of Rites finished his long and smelly sacrificial text, he set it on fire and placed it in the giant tripod.

Zhao Zhen then stepped forward and lit incense for his ancestors.

Then he recited the funeral oration.

The entire sacrificial process is actually very boring. It involves reciting sacrificial texts, lighting incense and burning it to ancestors, telling them how well you are living. It is similar to the Qingming incense-burning process.

However, the recitation of the sacrificial text took a very long time, and everyone spent almost half an hour in the Taimiao before the ceremony finally ended.

After the sacrifices to heaven and earth were completed, it was already noon.

After the morning activities ended, everyone could not leave because a grand banquet was to be held in Changqing Palace.

This time was different from the last banquet for many envoys. This was a banquet to welcome the New Year, and it was much more grand and magnificent than the last one. There were hundreds of banquet tables alone.

Then there were singing and dancing performances, and the music never stopped. From the small square outside Changqing Palace to the continuous palace complex, there were singing and dancing everywhere, bands everywhere, and officials eating and drinking everywhere.

Living a life of drunkenness and dreams is like a feast of bliss.

The banquet didn't end until the end of the afternoon, but it was just the end. The highlight of the day was in the evening.

Not long after returning home, all the civil and military officials, envoys, royal family members and reporters took another bath, changed their clothes, fumigated themselves with fragrant sachets, and entered the palace again at the beginning of the evening.

At this moment, the area around Xuande Gate Square really started to get lively. Street lights throughout the city were turned on, lanterns were hung high, and people were surging like a tide.

By the end of the evening, the area outside Xuande Gate had become a sea, with people cheering and singing.

"Long live, long live, long live!"

"With the Emperor's blessing, the Song Dynasty will continue to prosper!"

"The country and the people will enjoy peace forever!"

The people outside shouted and waved their hands high.

When Zhao Zhen saw the time had come, he walked to the microphone and said loudly, "I am Zhao Zhen."

"Official, it's the official who's speaking!"

"In the past, during the New Year celebrations, at most I could see the emperor standing on the city wall from afar, but today I actually heard the emperor's voice."

"Long live the emperor!"

The people became excited again at this moment.

Strictly speaking, the Great Song Festival is held once a year, on the 30th day of the year and the first day of the new year.

During these two days, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty would stand on Xuande Gate or Donghua Gate to hold celebrations and have fun with the people.

However, the imperial city was a forbidden area far away, and the common people could only see countless figures from afar, and could not tell who was the emperor and who was the minister.

However, at this moment, although they were still far away, they could clearly hear Zhao Zhen's voice, which was shocking.

Zhao Zhen, holding the manuscript in his hand, continued, "The New Year is approaching. I wish the people of the Great Song Dynasty peace and prosperity, and great happiness!"

"Ooo ...

The loud cheers grew louder and louder.

"In the new year, I hope that everyone in the Great Song Dynasty will live and work in peace and contentment, and that the people will live a prosperous and healthy life."

"Ooo ...

"I have a dream. May the Great Song Dynasty enjoy eternal peace, may the Chinese people strive for self-improvement, and may our country prosper!"

"Ooo ...

Almost every time Zhao Zhen spoke, there was a burst of warm cheers from the audience.

Zhao Zhen finally said loudly: "I now declare that the New Year celebrations of the 13th year of the Qingli period have officially begun!"

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"

The sound of something flying into the sky came from the direction of the palace.

Hundreds of fireworks shot straight into the sky and bloomed in the night sky. The brilliant fireworks ignited the climax of the entire celebration at this moment.

“Boom boom boom!”

The sound of gongs and drums was deafening.

The city gate below opened, and many Kabuki girls walked out into the square. Music played, and they performed graceful dances.

Soon after, various dragon dances, lion dances, acrobatics and other activities were performed outside to entertain the people.

For a while.

In the distance, on the Imperial Street outside Xuande Gate, the cheers of the huge crowds also reached a peak, and the people's voices surged like a tsunami.

Zhao Zhen finished his speech on the upper city wall to thunderous applause.

Only Zhao Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked to Zhao Jun, and whispered: "Grandson, how is it, is my speech not bad?"

"It's okay, but my voice is a little shaky."

Zhao Jun clapped his hands while staring intently at the people below.

There were continuous fireworks outside, singing and dancing, and people all over the city were celebrating.

Even for those poor families, Kaifeng Prefecture would provide warmth and help every year to help them get out of poverty and become rich.

In this era, Zhao Jun is already doing his best to do better.

Zhao Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "After all, this is my first time speaking in front of hundreds of thousands of people. I'm a little nervous."

"It's already very good. I'll have to get used to it slowly in the future."

Zhao Jun laughed.

"Grandson."

After listening to his words, Zhao Zhen stood on the city wall and looked out into the distance.

"Um?"

"I'm actually very touched."

"How do you say that?"

Zhao Jun looked at him in surprise, and suddenly found that there were tears in the corners of Zhao Zhen's eyes.

Zhao Zhen wiped his eyes with the corner of his wide clothes, and said with a smile while crying: "If it weren't for you, I would never have seen this scene in my life."

"That's true, but don't forget your own contributions. If it were any other emperor, even if I were there, you wouldn't be able to see him in your lifetime."

“Hahahahahahahaha.”

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and their faces were filled with bright sunshine.

When Zhao Jun arrived, the Song Dynasty was riddled with holes and in tatters.

More than ten years have passed, and not only are the mountains and rivers safe, but the country is also peaceful and the people are safe, and the country is in a prosperous and peaceful era.

Without Zhao Zhen's wholehearted trust, there would be no Song Dynasty as it is today.