The ceremony of enthroning the crown prince was extremely grand, so grand that the court officials could not help but suspect that His Majesty had been planning this for a long time.
But no one dared to say it.
The old prince finished reading a long article full of praise for the fifth prince. Because the praise was too natural, everyone once again suspected that the article was also written by His Majesty himself.
Only a father can exaggerate these things and mean it sincerely.
The golden seal and imperial decree for the Crown Prince were both handed to the Fifth Prince by His Majesty himself. His Majesty had made no secret of his regard and love for the Fifth Prince.
"The ministers begin to pay homage to the Crown Prince."
"bye."
All the civil and military officials in the court bowed in unison, drums and harps played in unison, and the morning sun rose, illuminating every piece of land in Dacheng.
Looking at these lowered heads, Yun Duqing turned his head to look at Jiuzhu who was standing at the bottom of the steps.
The two looked at each other, he tightly grasped the treasure box containing the crown prince's golden seal in his hand and gave Jiuzhu a gentle smile.
This lively event, which was of great significance to others, was truly meaningful to him because of her presence.
Prince Huai stood below, he looked at Yun Duqing who was on the high steps, his heart surged like the morning mist and the sea waves, after which he bowed deeply.
Prince An, who was standing next to him, had already bowed down, and his attitude was more positive than that of all the civil and military officials.
"Brother," Prince An whispered, "You said that the crown worn by my fifth brother is made of pure gold. Would it be very heavy?"
Prince Huai glanced at him and said nothing.
Among the brothers, none of them regards the second brother as an opponent, and there is a reason for that.
After the ceremony, Prince Huai glanced at Prince Jing, who was standing next to Prince An and had not spoken a word.
Noticing Prince Huai's gaze, Prince Jing bowed slightly to him.
Prince Huai looked away in disgust. No, he could not accept the gift from this good third brother.
Seeing that his elder brother ignored him, Jing Wang gave Prince An a helpless smile. However, Prince An's eyes were all on Yun Duqing's golden crown, and he didn't pay any attention to his expression at all.
The smile on Prince Jing's face gradually faded. He put away his expression and looked up at the steps. His father was adjusting the crown prince's ceremonial crown for Yun Duqing.
No one cared about him, the third prince, whether he was happy or angry, and no one even cared about his mother, who was demoted from Zhaoyi to Jieyu not long ago.
No matter good or bad, he will always be a weed in the corner, a stone on the roadside, inconspicuous and ignored.
The grand ceremony of enthroning the crown prince came to an end. In addition to the emperor's regard for the crown prince, what the women in the capital talked about most was that the crown prince insisted on holding the crown princess' hand and walking into the Zhengyang Palace.
The storytellers in the capital also kept up with current events. The stories about the overbearing prince had been replaced by the stories about the overbearing prince. The female guests loved to hear how the prince was gentle and considerate to the princess. Whenever the storytellers told these stories, they would receive a lot of rewards.
Of course, there were also male guests who murmured that since the overbearing prince was so powerful, there should be at least ten or eight women falling in love with him.
But their opinions became less important in the face of the generous praise from the female guests.
Perhaps there are too many unfaithful men in real life. When a loyal man appears in a story, no female guest wants him to become like the male protagonists in other stories, with many wives and concubines.
Some male guests laughed at the female guests for being naive, and the female guests retorted: "Even our real Crown Prince of Dacheng doesn't have concubines, so why can't the overbearing crown prince in the story be loyal to only one woman?"
The male guests were squeezed speechless by the female guests and had to throw in a sentence "The prince will take a concubine sooner or later" and then fled in the angry eyes of the female guests.
They kept shaking their heads as they ran. The women in the capital were good in every way except that they were too fierce and hard to handle.
When the two masters entered the gate of Kyoto, they saw a man being kicked to the ground by a young girl in a men's robe.
Many men and women around were applauding and cheering.
"They even steal the money of the elderly. They are worse than pigs and dogs."
After watching the thief being punched several times, the yamen runner opened his voice and said, "Please everyone make way. We will take the man to Jingzhao Prefecture for interrogation."
"Thank you for your hard work, sir."
The people stepped back with smiles on their faces, and some even asked the runners if they wanted to take a pound of meat back with them.
"Leave me a pound of meat with both fat and lean meat. I'll come and get it when I'm done." A yamen runner took out a few dozen coins and gave them to the butcher as a deposit. When he was taking the thief away, he reminded the butcher, "Remember, it should be both fat and lean meat."
The butcher agreed with a smile, cut a piece of meat from the stall and placed it under the shelf. He turned around and saw two female Taoist priests in Taoist robes standing not far away. They picked up a small piece of leftovers and threw it to the meowing stray cat nearby.
"Two Taoist priests, if you want to buy fruits and vegetables, please go inside." The butcher wiped his hands with an oily coarse cloth and pointed to the street behind.
"Thank you. We are going to Beijing to visit relatives." The master performed the Taoist ceremony and said, "Excuse me, good sir, which way should I go to the Ming Minister's residence?"
"Are you talking about the Ming family, the family that produced two number one scholars and one number three scholar?" The butcher's eyes lit up.
"Exactly."
"Master, please walk this way. Turn left after you exit the alley and walk two blocks, and you will reach Ming's house." The butcher said enthusiastically, "If you exit the alley and still don't know where to go, just ask anyone and you will know."
"Thank you very much, kind man."
"You're welcome, you're welcome." The butcher watched the two Taoist priests walk away and whispered, "I don't know where these masters are from, but they look different from ordinary people."
The stray cat, having eaten the leftovers, rubbed itself gently against the butcher's feet, and he casually threw a piece of meat to it.
He no longer cared about the little cat, and shouted at the top of his voice: "To celebrate your majesty's appointment as the crown prince today, anyone who buys five pounds of meat from me will get a bone for free."
The weather was getting warmer and the meat was sold out early.
Thanks to Your Majesty for enthroning the Crown Prince, those who do business now have a new excuse to sell their things.
The master chef stood on the street, looking at the door of the cloth shop, which was hung with a red ribbon with the words "Congratulations on the enthronement ceremony of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. All new cloth in our shop is 20% off" written on it.
Even the aunt who was buying vegetables on the street asked the vegetable vendor to give her an extra piece of ginger on the pretext of enthroning the prince.
"The capital city... is like this now?"
Grand Master remembered that when she left the capital, the common people were silent when they mentioned the royal family.
"Masters, are you here to beg for alms?" The auntie who had just successfully obtained a piece of ginger from the vegetable vendor took out two large white steamed buns from her cloth bag and stuffed one into each of them: "I just bought them. They are still warm. Please enjoy them, Masters."
The first master and the second master looked at each other. Although they had no intention of begging for alms, they were indeed a little hungry.
"Thank you, Lord."
I saved a few bucks, which is great.
After hearing the two people's thanks, the aunt left with satisfaction.
"Sister, the steamed buns in the capital are quite delicious." The second master ate a steamed bun and asked the first master in a low voice: "I see these people are talking about the ceremony of crowning the crown prince. Which prince was crowned the crown prince?"
"Eat slowly." The master reminded her, "We are masters of cultivation. When we eat out, we must pay attention to the air of heaven."
"Senior sister, what you said makes sense." The second master just nodded, and then he saw that the steamed bun in the senior sister's hand had been half eaten.
"Where did these stinky Taoist priests come from? They are standing on the roadside eating steamed buns." A carriage stopped beside the two people. The middle-aged man in the carriage lifted the curtain and took a look at the two people. He saw that although the two female Taoist priests looked not young, they still had charm.
With a not-so-serious smile on his face, he threw a handful of copper coins on the ground and said, "Take them. They are my reward to you. If you are willing to follow me back to my mansion, I will give you more as a reward."
"Thank you." The master bent down to pick up the copper coins. When he picked up the last one, he flicked his index finger and the copper coin flew out and embedded deeply into the carvings next to the car window. Most of the copper coin was sunk into it.
The smile on the middle-aged man's face froze in an instant. He looked at the copper coin sunk into the carvings, his eyes widening into copper bells.
"Hoo." The master blew on the copper coin to blow away the dust on it, and chanted a Taoist name to the middle-aged man: "Infinite life and blessings, thank you for your faith."
She stretched out two fingers and easily pulled out the copper coin stuck in the carriage: "Fellow believer, do you need me to help you?"
The middle-aged man howled, pulled down the curtain of the carriage window, and left in a cloud of dust.
Looking at the dust raised by the carriage as it left, the master sighed with regret: "I want to save him, why is he running away?"
"It means he has no fate with us." The second master took a few copper coins from the first master and put them in his own pocket: "May the God bless us."
When the servants of the Du family saw the butler coming back in a carriage, they were about to report to him that the master had something that needed his attention. However, before they could finish their words, they saw the butler jump off the carriage and run away from him like a gust of wind, as if a dog was chasing him.
"What should we do now?" Another servant looked at him in embarrassment: "Before the master entered the palace, he said that as long as we pass the message to the housekeeper, the housekeeper will naturally know what to do, but now... the housekeeper doesn't want to pay attention to us."
"How about we wait half an hour before going? If the master comes back and asks why we are so late, we can just say that the housekeeper just came back from going out?"
As servants, they dared neither offend their master nor displease the housekeeper, so they could only act tactfully and compromise.
After the grand ceremony of enthroning the crown prince, there was a lively palace banquet.
The fireworks were set off and the table was filled with delicious food, all showing everyone the emperor's preference for the prince.
"The chef's cooking skills are pretty good this time." Prince An was full, and when he saw his third brother, Prince Jing, looking outside the palace from time to time with a frown on his face, he asked, "Third brother, is it because the fireworks outside are not pretty, or is it because the delicacies on the table are not tasty? Why are you frowning?"
"Nothing." Prince Jing came back to his senses and smiled at Prince An: "I just think that although the fireworks are beautiful, they are ephemeral, which is a pity."
"We've been watching fireworks for more than 20 years, and you're just now feeling this way. Isn't it a little late?" Prince An was a little puzzled. He thought that fireworks were beautiful and short-lived, and it was no big deal to set off a few more.
Oh, no, they have just had their salaries restored and are short of money. Setting off fireworks costs money.
It seems that they are all making trouble because they have no money.
He reached out and patted King Jing on the back: "Don't think too much, eat quickly."
The palace banquet is free, there are singing and dancing, music to listen to, and fireworks to admire, so don't waste it.
"Concubine Wei, are you admiring the moon or the fireworks?" Seeing that Concubine Wei, the mother of the third prince, Prince Jing, was not in the mood for the banquet and her mind was entirely on things outside the palace, Lu Zhaoyi, the biological mother of Prince An, could not help but look outside the palace several times.
Afterwards, she put down her chopsticks and exclaimed, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the moon is bright in the sky, the stars are shining, and the auspicious atmosphere is overflowing. It seems that even the heavens know that today is our royal wedding day, and let the stars and the moon shine together to congratulate the royal family!"
Get out of the way, I'm about to start clinging to the Empress and bootlicking the Crown Prince!
Prince An looked at his mother with admiration. She was worthy of being his mother. Her ability to curry favor with others was better than that of her son!
When everyone heard what Lu Zhaoyi said, they all looked outside the hall.
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The moon is much more beautiful than usual, and the stars are brighter than usual.
"Father, this is a good sign!"
Prince An followed his mother's steps closely: "It seems that my fifth brother will become the crown prince, which is what God wants!"
The ministers were silent.
They have heard of the popular hope, but what is the hope of heaven?
Jiuzhu looked outside the hall in confusion. Today is the sixteenth, and the full moon has nothing to do with good omen.
People in the capital really know how to make connections.
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