Today, the emperor and his court officials offered sacrifices to heaven in the center of the square.
The women brought their children to worship together in the corridor on the side of the altar, just to avoid the cold wind.
Qin Nanjing stood in her position, feeling a little surprised. Was the difference in position too big?
They were located next to a pillar, completely sheltered from the wind, with a soft blanket on their kneeling mat and a warm cloak beside them.
Compared with other places, it is like a mansion and a hut.
The other ladies behind her looked at her home's location and the soft blanket, their eyes red with envy.
…
All the court officials knelt in the cold wind.
Marquis Annan was old and had not been sleeping well recently. He knelt on the cushion and supported himself with his hands to avoid falling down.
"Lord Rong, you don't look well. You are old, but you still act strong?" A court official nearby teased with a smile.
"Ahem..." Marquis Annan rolled his eyes at him. "You're already an old man, but you still can't control your words. Be careful or you'll cause trouble."
Marquis Annan was out of breath and his voice was a little weak.
In order to be able to participate in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven today, I went to bed early last night, but ended up waking up in the early morning and had no desire to sleep until dawn.
The courtiers were unconcerned. "I heard that your grandson Rong Shihan is going to participate in this year's Autumn Examination. He is a favorite student of Master Wu of Qingxi Academy. It will be easy for him to get the top three places."
"Your son is Rong Baichuan, and your grandson is Rong Shihan. Lord Rong, your Annan Marquisate is about to reach a higher level! Even if you become prosperous again, don't forget us old folks."
Marquis Annan smiled with his lips pursed and his chin slightly raised. As a descendant of the Rong family, he was naturally outstanding.
"What a pity for General Rong's eldest son. Back then, his literary talent and knowledge were unmatched." The courtiers sighed.
"There's nothing we can do about it. It's just his bad luck. I don't know who General Rong offended to attack such a young child..."
Another court official echoed the lament, "General Rong will pass on the title of marquis to him when the time comes, and that will ensure his safety for the rest of his life."
"Then Young Master Rong would be at a disadvantage. If he were from the eldest son's family, the title would be his."
"He is so talented and knowledgeable, he can earn his title."
"That's true..."
Marquis Annan frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.
…
On the altar.
The director of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory was reciting a sacrificial text, praying that this year Dongwu would have good weather and good harvests, and that the people would live and work in peace and contentment.
The emperor and the third prince were on the stage, their faces solemn.
The blessing speech at the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven must be sung by the direct descendants, so there is nothing wrong with the third prince accompanying the emperor.
However, many people still looked at the eldest prince, whose expression was equally solemn.
After all, if the eldest prince were to attend this year's ceremony to worship the heaven, his position as the crown prince would be a foregone conclusion.
It seems that the emperor still hasn't made up his mind.
Some people couldn't help but complain in their hearts: What a hassle.
Why was the emperor so worried about such an obvious matter, causing the court officials to guess about it every day.
I feel tired.
After the director of the Imperial Observatory finished reading the sacrificial text, the third prince took the manual and began to read the blessing.
The emperor stood aside and thought: "What wish should I make this year? Ask our ancestors to expand the land of Dongwu. They should have magical powers after ascending to heaven. They can do it with a wave of their hands, saving me the trouble of sending people to rob them, which is time-consuming and laborious."
Or we can make the land in those barren towns fertile. We have almost enough land, and people's livelihood is more important.
Forget it, it won't come true even if I make a wish. My ancestors can't hear it at all. The gods in heaven probably can't hear it either. I should think about what to eat tonight...
Just as the emperor was distracted, he caught a glimpse of a baby and a fat boy emerging from behind the huge bronze tripod.
The baby noticed his gaze and grinned, revealing six little teeth, laughing.
The emperor was stunned for a moment.
How did she climb up???
Rong Chaoxi crawled behind the emperor and tugged at her clothes.
The emperor looked down.
Rong Chaoxi hugged his arms and shook them twice, then pointed at the brazier on the ground with a comfortable smile on his face.
The emperor's eyes widened; he actually understood.
Chaoxi said: She was cold, so she came up to warm herself by the brazier.
The emperor hesitated for a moment, nodded to her, glanced at the back of the bronze tripod, and waved at her with his hands behind his back.
What he meant was: Go, go, go to the back and warm yourself by the fire.
Rong Chaoxi nodded to the emperor, "Thank you, Uncle Emperor. Uncle Emperor is the best. Chaoxi will help you realize your wish."
The emperor nodded in response.
The two of them exchanged secret messages!
The Minister of Rites and the Director of the Imperial Observatory said: (,,#?Д?)
The emperor glanced at them and they both immediately shut up.
"Little sister, let's go down quickly. This is an altar, a sacred place. If we are discovered, we will be beheaded." Rong Yuanyou lay on the ground, scared.
Rong Chaoxi patted Rong Yuanyou on the head and said, "Don't be afraid, second brother. Chaoxi has already informed the Emperor, and he agreed."
Rong Yuanyou was still uneasy. He crawled low, trying to let the bronze tripod completely block him.
Didn't my little sister say she was going to pee? Why are you here?
It was snowing again at this moment.
The snow fell on their shoulders, and everyone was shivering with cold because they had not eaten yet.
Rong Chaoxi drank two sips of milk, rolled up her sleeves, sat on the ground with her legs crossed, pulled off the purse from Rong Yuanyou's waist, and prepared to start what she had come here for.
The Minister of Rites looked at her...
Pour out the chestnuts and sweet potatoes from your purse, grab a handful, and throw them into the basin! !
The Minister of Rites desperately winked at the emperor: Your Majesty, look quickly, she is roasting sweet potatoes and chestnuts on the altar!
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