But what makes it different from those things is that it is almost endless.
Moreover, this setting of a soldier holding a tablet also reminds everyone that there are so many dead people with their names! It is only after so many people died that others can watch the excitement during the autumn harvest festival today, and think about the Imperial College Competition and Palace Examination after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and talk about defense and fighting.
But it is worth mentioning that Zhao Jiu's feelings may be a little different, even more extreme... For example, he knew very well that the artillery vehicles were actually firing stone bullets, and someone was igniting the gunpowder buried in the tunnel while firing the stone bullets, otherwise how could they be so powerful? How about a propaganda animation, where the catapult destroys everything?
If the power really reached this level, he could lead his troops across the river and take down Daming Prefecture first.
At the moment, it was just a warning to the envoys from Goryeo, Xixia and Dali who were accompanying them in the crowd, to boost their morale and intimidate some people.
The spoils of war were also a bit fake. Except for the flags which were truly preserved, most of the spoils were captured by Yue Fei from the battlefield in Jingdong. As for the spoils after Yaoshan, of course there were quite a few, but the helmets, armor and other things had already been repaired and distributed. How could they be used at this time?
These things piled up at this time will be sent to the Military Equipment Bureau for good use later.
Therefore, for Zhao Jiu, only these tablets are real, and only this iron stream is real.
The autumn weather was crisp and the noise became smaller and smaller, until in the end there was only the sound of the flags blowing in the wind and the sound of soldiers shaking their armor… This iron stream could not yet achieve consistent pace, but the rumbling sounds they made were enough to imitate thunder.
Finally, after spending more than half an hour, the tablet was finally placed in the rear part of the huge, trapezoidal Yuetai.
It is hard to imagine that the tablets, whose moving process was so shocking, only occupy such a small area when put together, which is less than one-third of the platform that has existed since the Warring States Period.
After the tablet was transported, Zhao Jiu began to perform the memorial service according to the ritual system… This time, the official did not need to ask anyone on the spot like he did last time at Yuetai, as officials from the Ministry of Rites had already taught him in advance and had rehearsed privately many times.
Of course, the people watching the ceremony on the opposite side of the Yuetai could not see clearly that Emperor Zhao was so diligent, and there was even a slight noise. On the stage, many people were almost in tears when they saw Emperor Zhao so obediently and conscientiously fulfilling the basic responsibilities of an official.
After all, at any time, a supreme ruler is willing to cooperate with everyone to do something that everyone thinks the officials should do, even if it seems to have no practical effect individually, it is still a great cooperation and respect for the bureaucratic system and the Confucian system.
The sacrifices, especially the sacrifices to heaven, earth and the dead at the same time, made everyone feel a different sense of security.
Back then, Emperor Renzong went out of the city to pray for rain. Although people still starved to death in Jingdong due to the lack of rain, the mere fact that Renzong carried his fat body out of the city won him praise and recognition from both the court and the public.
It is probably true that Emperor Renzong could do nothing but be an official.
In comparison, Emperor Zhao, who is seriously performing various complicated actions, is not very good at being an official. He can fight wars, win over prime ministers and generals, write "Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons", kill ministers, dig fish ponds, have only two concubines, issue orders to merge three provinces into the capital, make the name consistent with the reality, set up the Imperial Camp Army, issue national bonds, supervise the construction of more powerful artillery vehicles, and direct gunpowder bags... but he just doesn't do a good job as an official.
The memorial was very well written. It was drafted by several Yutang scholars and Zhongshu Sheren. It was composed of four-six parallelism and elegant literary style. Although Emperor Zhao did not quite understand the allusions in it, he had read it many times in the past few days and could recite it fluently.
At this time, the Emperor of Zhao Song, who claimed to succeed the Song Dynasty, was wearing a twelve-chapter crown, with his back to his civil and military officials and the people of the capital. He was surrounded by monks, Taoists, and cavalry from the imperial camp. Facing so many tablets, he held a piece of white silk with a sacrificial text written on it and responded calmly.
To be honest, this scene has moved many people - no matter what, at this moment, looking at it roughly, this young official still looks like a good official.
After reading the sacrificial text, under the guidance of the Minister of Rites Zhai Ruwen, the prime minister Lu Haowen stepped forward to offer the smoldering flint. Zhao Jiu personally inserted the incense into the incense burner at the beginning, burned the sacrificial text and prayed.
So far, the prayer process has been roughly concluded... According to the arrangement in which he personally participated and announced by Prime Minister Lu Gong, next, he, the official, should take the initiative to leave the stage, and the monks and Taoists will activate two large formations, and everyone from civil and military officials to commoners, servants and miscellaneous civilians, can freely go to the stage to burn incense and pay tribute.
But for some reason, after Emperor Zhao finished burning the sacrificial text, he actually felt a little unsatisfied, as if something was stuck in his heart that he couldn't help but express. It wasn't necessarily because the sacrificial text was bad, but Emperor Zhao just wanted to say it out.
"Where is Hu Quan, the editor of the Privy Council who is in charge of reporting matters?" As the Twelve-Chapter Royal Crown made it difficult to move, Zhao Jiu could only turn around and face the man straight before calling out.
Upon hearing this, Hu Quan, who was dressed in a green robe, immediately stepped out from the end of the queue, which was almost the back half of the Yuetai stairs, and hurried to the emperor to salute him, addressing him very solemnly: "Your Majesty, I will obey your order."
"Tomorrow's memorial will be signed jointly by me, the prime minister, and other important officials of the secret cabinet." Zhao Jiu gave the order proudly, which immediately drew the gratified looks of many civil and military officials present.
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