PFC Chapter 412 Canonization Ceremony
Chapter 412 Canonization Ceremony
Wen Zhimiao got up early the next morning. As soon as he got up, he took a bath, burned incense, changed into court clothes and put on a hair crown. Everything had to be neat and tidy.
It took Wen Zhimiao an hour just to tidy himself up.
Not only her, Su Qingluo also spent a lot of time.
After all, going to the Taimiao to worship ancestors is no trivial matter.
As the queen, Yunzhou naturally had to go as well.
After packing up, Wen Zhimiao followed the instructions of Zongzheng Temple and went to the outside of Taiji Hall.
Yun Jiuzhao was already among the officials, but today she was sitting next to Shi Guanchao. After all, she was a princess, and even if she held an official position, she was still a princess of the royal family.
After Wen Zhimiao entered the Taiji Hall, Su Qingluo and Yu Yunzhou entered.
After the crown prince and all the officials kowtowed to the emperor and the emperor said some words of New Year congratulations, everyone left the Taiji Hall again and prepared to go to the Taimiao.
The emperor's carriage was in front, the prince's carriage was behind, and behind them was the prime minister.
The Imperial Guards and the Imperial Guards were on both sides and no outsiders were allowed to approach.
The onlookers could only watch from a distance.
When they arrived at the Taimiao, the emperor, empress and crown prince entered the Taimiao under the guidance of the Zongzheng Temple.
The sacrificial process was complicated. Wen Zhimiao followed Su Qingluo and Yun Zhou all the way inside and performed the sacrifices one by one.
The only ancestors ranked among the ancestors are Su Qingluo's parents, but in addition to offering sacrifices to ancestors, sacrifices must also be offered to various gods.
Sacrifice is not just about burning incense and kowtowing, there are various other affairs involved, and dance and music are indispensable.
The court officials did not just stand there stupidly, they all had their own things to do.
The whole morning passed like this.
You cannot eat before offering sacrifices, which is also to express respect for ancestors and gods.
Wen Zhimiao was already starving.
It was only the final enthronement ceremony that was about to begin, and Su Qingluo kept listening to Wen Zhimiao muttering in his heart that he was starving to death.
He complained about being sleepy in the morning, and complained about being extremely tired in the afternoon, and he never stopped.
The sacrifice, which should have been quiet and solemn, became extremely noisy because of the string of complaints in my heart.
Of course it has become less boring.
[The conferment is finally complete.] After reading the official conferment decree, Wen Zhimiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Shi Wanyue looked at Wen Zhimiao standing on the altar among the officials. The new prince lowered his eyes and looked at the ministers with an air of looking down on the world.
Those beautiful peach blossom eyes didn't have the slightest bit of bewitching feeling at this moment. Even if you looked at her, it would only make you want to look away quickly.
Shi Wanyue knelt down with all the officials, and heard the sound of people cheering "Long live the emperor" in her ears. The feeling at that moment was even more shocking than the scene in the Taiji Hall.
"Everyone, please stand up." Wen Zhimiao said in a loud voice as he stood beside Su Qingluo.
She once thought that she would not be obsessed with power.
But at this moment, watching those people surrendering at his feet was not even like it was in the Tai Chi Hall.
At this moment, she was the complete superior, standing on the nine-step stairs and looking at the ministers crawling at her feet.
The ambition in my heart seemed to be completely aroused.
Su Qingluo looked at her and knew that she did not reject her identity and even enjoyed it.
Yun Zhou, on the other hand, looked listless and a little tired. She had never been very interested in such things.
The same is true for power. I don’t have such a deep desire for power.
Sometimes Su Qingluo felt that she had the true hermit mentality, and most worldly affairs were nothing but clouds to her.
After the sacrifice, it is time to return to the court. Today, Su Qingluo ordered the distribution of food in Yunjing City to share the joy with the people.
Wen Zhimiao naturally also had to go through the streets to greet the people.
There wasn't much food, but it was a way to win people's hearts.
Su Qingluo and Yun Zhou went straight back to the palace, and only a part of the imperial guards accompanied Wen Zhimiao.
When the parade was over, Wen Zhimiao really felt like he was starving to death.
Fortunately, there was food to eat as soon as I returned to the palace.
A banquet is being held in the palace today to entertain all the ministers. Wen Zhimiao will go there and the banquet will start soon.
The starving Crown Prince had no intention of socializing with anyone.
Yun Jiuzhao watched her eat heartily from the side, and calmly helped her to fend off many people who came to toast her.
Only when Wen Zhimiao had almost finished eating did she have the energy to deal with those people.
The banquet lasted a long time, and after a while Su Qingluo could hear Wen Zhimiao asking in her heart why it hadn't ended yet.
[Aren't you going back to take a nap?]
[Aren’t you tired?]
[Drink, drink, drink. Just drink.]
It is not Su Qingluo who has the final say on whether the banquet ends or not.
After all, you can't chase people away just because they haven't eaten or drunk enough.
It was the Spring Festival and she couldn't leave too early. The banquet was originally for the emperor and his ministers to drink together and to improve the relationship between the monarch and his ministers. Even Su Qingluo couldn't avoid drinking.
Wen Zhimiao was already much better than her. At least she could say that she was too young to drink.
Su Qingluo couldn't do that. She really couldn't refuse the ministers' toast, as they were only saying words of congratulations.
She not only wanted to drink her own portion, but also Yun Zhou's portion.
Ever since Su Qingluo suspected that Yun Zhou might be allergic, she no longer dared to let her take risks.
Although Lu Jiaoyue diagnosed that there would not be any major problems, Su Qingluo was still worried.
Feeling that he had drunk quite a bit, and that the ministers had also toasted him once, Su Qingluo left on the pretext of being drunk.
As soon as the emperor left, the scene became even more lively.
Su Qingluo could leave, but Wen Zhimiao couldn't leave right away. She had to wait until most people were a little tipsy and Shi Guanchao also resigned before she could leave.
I didn't drink any alcohol but I did drink a lot of drinks.
Wen Zhimiao felt like she was numb from running to the toilet.
Tianqi is not so fond of drinking culture, and getting drunk in such an occasion is also very rude. They are all people of status, so they dare not be rude.
But there were so many people, and everyone came to toast him, so even though Wen Zhimiao drank tea instead of wine, he still felt drunk.
It was finally over. Wen Zhimiao couldn't help but lie down when she returned to her palace. She was really exhausted after this day.
Just when she was dozing off, she suddenly heard Shi Wanyue calling her.
Wen Zhimiao opened his eyes with some difficulty: "Sister?"
"Yeah." Shi Wanyue responded to her softly.
"I haven't even started dreaming yet, why are you here?" Wen Zhimiao muttered softly.
Shi Wanyue couldn't help but laugh: "Then do you want to just dream?"
"Isn't this a dream? Why are you here, sister?" Wen Zhimiao sat up despite her sleepiness and reached out to hug Shi Wanyue.
"Come and see my prince." Shi Wanyue said with a smile.
"I haven't congratulated you alone yet." Shi Wanyue's eyes curved slightly.
When Wen Zhimiao heard her say "My Highness", her ears turned red again. Shi Wanyue just watched her ears turn red.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who had been so tactful just now, now seemed to be only shy.
Shi Wanyue couldn't understand why it was so exaggerated?