The next morning, the emperor announced in the court that from then on, October 9th of every year would be the day when Her Highness the Goddess saves the world, and it would also be a new festival, the Dawn Festival.
When the ministers heard this, they were all puzzled.
For hundreds of years, there has never been a Dawn Festival in Yufeng.
Moreover, this stupid festival was actually made up by the emperor out of thin air.
This is simply child's play!
The first to oppose it was the Minister of Rites Song Zhi.
“Your Majesty, it’s the credit of the previous emperors that Yufeng founded the country a hundred years ago. How can it be replaced by the story of the goddess?” This was undoubtedly rubbing the faces of the previous emperors on the ground.
"Your Majesty, I don't agree either." Yue Tu said in a deep voice.
The soldiers fought bravely for Yufeng to be where he is today, but the credit was taken away by a non-existent goddess.
A special festival was set up for her. Why not set a good day for the deceased soldiers so that people can pay tribute to them?
"I don't agree!" The censor Zheng Guang also objected. The moment the emperor made this suggestion, Zheng Guang was ready to strongly advise the king, hit his head against the pillar and die, to bring honor to his family and leave his name in history.
"The emperors of previous generations fought bloody battles to build Yufeng's century-old foundation. How can this be treated as a joke?"
"If your majesty insists on doing this, I will go to see the late emperor later!"
Zheng Guang returned to his old annoying self, giving the emperor a headache.
In a blink of an eye, most of the court officials disagreed.
Only Duke Han and a few members of the Jiang family never opposed the emperor.
Upon seeing this, the emperor looked at the prince for help.
The prince slowly moved his body and walked to the familiar doghouse.
Then he took out an elbow wrapped in oil paper from his sleeve and shook it skillfully under someone's nose.
When the ministers saw this, their eyes widened.
The emperor couldn't argue with them, so he openly started to mobilize people? !
This move is too much.
Also, who would bring elbows to court?
However, the princess is now listed in the royal family tree as an heir to the royal family.
How could the princess agree with your Majesty's actions?
Zheng Guang believed that with his eloquent words, the princess would definitely come to their side.
The tempting aroma penetrated his nostrils, and the little man on the doghouse moved.
The hearts of the court officials were hanging in the air.
Jiang Yuanxi opened his eyes for just a split second, and the prince quickly put his elbow into his sleeve.
The wide sleeves covered the elbows, so nothing could be seen.
【Elbow, elbow! 】
【Where is the pork elbow? 】
Jiang Yuanxi looked around and found himself in the court, so he immediately stopped thinking.
[This is a shabby place, there's no money, you can only dream. 】
“…”
The prince coughed and said, "Yuan Xi, what do you think of the Dawn Festival set up by the Emperor?"
【ah?】
[What? Dawn Festival?]
The prince explained: "The goddess saved the world, and my father wanted to set up a special festival to worship Her Majesty the Goddess."
"Celebrating the festival?" Jiang Yuanxi sat up and asked in a baby voice, "Is there any meat to eat?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" the prince was excited.
Done!
Absolutely fixed!
Seeing that the princess was about to stand on the emperor's side, Zheng Guang jogged over with his robe in hand.
"Princess, the goddess saving the world is a legend. Your Majesty's actions are against the will of the people. Princess should advise him. Marquis Zhongyong, what do you think?"
Jiang Fengyuan snorted softly.
"Everything is up to Yuan Xi."
Zheng Da sprayed a lot of people. He is only loyal to the emperor. If you want to pull him against the emperor, you can just dream on!
Zheng Guang looked at Jiang Yuanwu again, "Where is General Jiang?"
Jiang Yuanwu: "I listen to my father."
Zheng Guang: "Jiang Yuansheng, you are the prince's teacher, you should consider the people of the world, what do you think?"
Jiang Yuansheng smiled slightly and said politely: "Master Zheng, I also listen to my father."
Oh my god!
Zheng Guang was furious.
These are a bunch of daddy’s babes!
"Princess, what do you think?" Zheng Guang could only place his hope on Jiang Yuanxi, hoping that the princess would be sensible.
But how much can a two-year-old child recognize?
【As long as there is meat to eat, I think it’s fine. 】
"I."
Song Zhi stood up and interrupted Jiang Yuanxi.
"Your Majesty, if the legend of the goddess saving the world is true, we don't have a portrait of the goddess, and painting her casually would be disrespectful to her."
"How can Yufeng afford to offend the goddess?"
The prince secretly admired him, thinking that he was indeed the most active person in the court, and started from another angle.
But he was prepared.
"Someone, bring up the goddess' portrait!"
At the door, six guards carried in a huge painting and propped it up on a stand.
Everyone looked up.
The moment Jiang Yuanxi saw the portrait, he exclaimed “Oh shit!”
On the paper, there was a goddess dressed in white, wearing a golden mask that covered half of her face, standing in the clouds in the sky.
A pair of eyes looks at all living beings with compassion, feeling sad and happy, pity and love.
Under his seat, four divine beasts were crawling in front of him.
Isn't this painting of herself?
Jiang Yuanxi didn't understand why his portrait appeared here!
The prince looked at the shocked expressions of the courtiers with pride.
"Well, Master Song, what do you think of the goddess?"
Song Zhi just came back to his senses: "Unparalleled in the world."
What a picture of a goddess!
The goddess in the painting has compassion for all living things, as if she is coming alive.
The emperor looked at the central painting with satisfaction.
Such a lifelike thing can only come from the hands of the prince.
Yin'er's paintings are unique in the world. The story is there, the portrait is there, the time is set, and who dares to refute him now?
"I want to designate the ninth day of October every year as the Dawn Festival. Do you have any objection?"
Jiang Yuanxi glanced at everyone.
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