Vol 7 Chapter 12: Long chariot crossing the street
He immediately looked at Lian Youyou resolutely: "I will also accompany you to the temple fair."
Lian Youyou smiled with satisfaction, stretched out her hands, one arm was on Lin Tingjun, the other was on He Shiqi, and she winked at the two of them: "Maybe this time praying for blessings will become very interesting"
"I hope there is something to do..." Lin Tingjun raised his face, showing a hint of expectation, and sighed almost like a sigh, obviously a little bored, "I've been a little tired of sleeping lately." Immediately, he turned to look at Lian Youyou , "Can I make an appointment with Mingrui?" There was more mischief in his eyes.
He Shiqi was a little confused, because as You Chuan, he suddenly couldn't understand the man who became Lin Tingjun. That man... ah... that man, he wouldn't be so naughty.
But these days, he really wondered if he had gone to another world. The man in front of him was not like that man at all. If it wasn't for Hei Yan's repeated confirmation, he couldn't believe it.
This Lin Tingjun made him feel a little - sinister.
"No!" Lian Youyou resolutely vetoed, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, "Then I will ask you to erase his memory again."
"Oh, didn't I try him for you?" Lin Tingjun stretched out his hand to wrap Lian Youyou's shoulders, with doting eyes, "A man's love for you will never be forgotten just because his memory is erased."
On the other side, He Shiqi and Hei Yan coincidentally gave thumbs up at an angle that Lian Youyou couldn't see, but Lin Tingjun could see.
Brother, take it. What a lie!
Lian Youyou narrowed her eyes and smiled at Lin Tingjun's doting smile for a while, then shook her face: "Huh!" She shook off the wrists of Lin Tingjun and He Shiqi, and strode forward.
Lin Tingjun sighed with a smile, looked at He Shiqi, and stretched out his hand to greet him. He Shiqi continued to give a thumbs up, and then smiled, and the two of them moved forward hand in hand.
"You...where did you learn that?" He Shiqi asked softly in a low voice.
Lin Tingjun licked his lips and turned to smile: "A boudoir novel."
Immediately, He Shiqi's expression froze instantly, as if petrified. It's hard to imagine! The decisive, ruthless man in Nine Heavens, here, in the mortal world, actually reads women's boudoir novels!
Prayer for blessings on the Double Ninth Festival is a major event in the capital every year. Early in the morning on this day, the Imperial Forest Army will clear the road from the Imperial Palace to the National Temple. So this day is also a very busy day for Eight Gates.
It is said to clear the road, but in fact it does not stop the people from watching on both sides of the road. This is also once a year, the only time when you can pay your respects to the emperor, so the old and young people in the capital will come early in the morning to grab the front row.
Of course, there are rules for watching the emperor, such as no loud noises, no screaming. If you shout "I love you, the emperor" in the crowd, you will be dragged away. When the emperor passed by, the people would kneel down and shout: Long live my emperor, and bow down.
Then, when the emperor's guard of honor moves forward, the common people can follow behind the guard of honor, just like following the emperor to pray for blessings, sending the emperor to the foot of the National Temple Mountain, after that, they can no longer follow.
At the Nanlin at the foot of Guosi Mountain, there is also a branch of Guosi, where a large temple fair will be held, and the common people can go to the temple fair.
You can go to the temple to pray for blessings. Outside the temple, there is a Qianchao chrysanthemum exhibition, as well as various folk artists, food, and wine. So, this day will be very lively.
The people standing on both sides of the road are already looking forward to it, looking up at the demeanor of Emperor Cheng, and soaked in the dragon spirit.
In the distance, the mighty yellow flag of Qianchao appeared between the houses and fluttered in the wind. The domineering black dragons on it became lifelike on the flying yellow flag, like black dragons flying in the sky.
Seeing the flying pennant, the common people were already excited, one by one knelt down to welcome the arrival of the dragon chariot.
Immediately, the ground shook. It was rhythmic, regular vibrations.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The mighty Imperial Forest Army, dressed in golden armor and holding golden guns, moved forward step by step, one step at a time, like the steady rhythm of war drums before the battle, and the majesty of flying dragons. roar.
They walked handsomely and acted domineeringly. They walked out of the power of the Qian dynasty and the power of the great power of the Qian dynasty.
Slowly, a black dragon chariot approached slowly. The chariot was led by eight black horses. The black horse's coat was shiny, and it was wearing silver armor and white feathers on its head. Every step was exceptionally neat, like the beat of a drum.
The black chariot behind them was engraved with flying golden dragons, and Duanmu Qingchen stood majestically on the chariot, holding up the jade plaque, as if he was going to pay homage to the gods and Buddhas. The meticulous expression and serious expression surprised the common people. Unexpectedly, the person who presides over the blessing ceremony this time will be their highness the Crown Prince!
Duanmu Qingchen presided over such a grand ceremony, the implication is that the crown prince will not be far away!
"Greetings to Your Highness Baizi, the prince is a thousand years old—" The people on both sides kowtowed one after another, neatly, and their loud voices echoed in the sky of the capital.
Duanmu Qingchen remained expressionless, and moved forward with the chariot, his body was very heavy, it was the weight of the orthodox dress of Qianchao on his body, and it was also the weight of the peace of Qianchao and the well-being of the people.
He has to maintain this posture until he reaches the Temple of Heaven in the National Temple, and he cannot let go of his arms during this period, because what he is holding in his hand is not an ordinary jade tablet, but a responsibility to the world and the people!
He has always known the purpose of his father to let him preside over the blessing ceremony this time, and he has always known the burden on his father. In the past, he was the happy prince who hid behind his father, was carefree, made jokes, and wandered around.
He held up the jade plaque, and at this moment, in his heart, it was more selfish, hoping that God would make his father live a happy and healthy life, and let him enjoy his old age in peace.
If Lian Youyou said that life, old age, sickness and death are all fate, but life can be changed, he hopes to use his ten years of life to extend the ten years of his father's life, so that his father can also go to the world when he is in power. Carefree, gagging, wandering around.
"Om—" The heavy voice was blown from the copper horns, which made the guard of honor more solemn, and made the people feel the sanctity of praying again.
At this moment, Duanmu Qingchen is no longer the prince, but the envoy of the Qian Dynasty. He is the envoy who conveys the wishes of the people of the Qian Dynasty to the gods. At this moment, he also becomes an envoy to talk to the gods.
Behind him was an imperial chariot, and sitting in the chariot covered by yellow silk cloth was Emperor Cheng. He looked out from the gap in the swaying curtain, and he happened to be able to see Duanmu Qingchen standing tall in front of him. Looking at that black and solemn figure, his heart was filled with relief and pride.
His prince who made him worry has finally grown up, and he can rest assured that the burden of the world can be placed on his shoulders.