Chapter 572

On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Royal Sacrifice.

Before dawn, ye Liuli and dongfanglie get up. Yulan and Yuzhu enter the room and begin to help them wear palace clothes.

Today is the Royal Sacrifice to heaven and grain harvest. There are special palace costumes. The participants include not only royal members, but also civil and military officials of more than three grades. And this day's clothing is also unified, that is, even Yuzhu such servants have special clothes.

The sacrificial attire is more solemn than usual, layer by layer. When all the trades are put on and equipped with matching jewelry and hats, ye Liuli can only feel a load of 20-30 Jin.

Although Dongfang lie didn't make a sound, the prince's clothes were only heavy. "Liuli, if you can't bear it, pretend to be ill. I'll let my father know."

Ye Liuli rolled his eyes, "do you think pretending to be ill will succeed? The emperor knows it in his heart. After all the things left and right have been cleaned up, we'll go after the sacrifice. It's not bad for this sacrifice. " Then he muttered, "besides, I haven't worn such heavy clothes, and the radiation proof lead clothes in the hospital are also so heavy, OK?"

Yulan hesitated and said, "princess, or I'll go too. I'm afraid Yuzhu can't be served by herself."

Ye Liuli said, "no, you're pregnant. Don't worry too much. Besides, we're going to leave in the evening. We need someone to take care of our luggage. I just trust you to take care of it." after a pause, he added emphatically, "anything can be left, but the treasures given by the Empress Dowager and the queen can't be left. Remember!"

Yulan can't laugh or cry, "the princess can't worry, that kind of valuable thing, the maidservant certainly won't fall."

Then, when the time came, Xi Shi entered the interior, Dong Fang lie and ye Liuli got on the carriage and went out of the capital.

Different from the temple of heaven in ancient China, the temple of heaven of Huangjia in the state of Nanzhao was set near the imperial mausoleum outside the city. After all, the territory of the state of Nanzhao was not as powerful as that of ancient China. There were not so many human and material resources to do these things, and they all used the least money to do the most things.

The carriage was shaking, but I didn't know it. A moment ago, the dignified and amazing Princess Xian was sleeping in the carriage with her pillow on the king's thigh. Because her posture was not right, she hindered her normal breathing and snored a little.

After a fragrant time, ye Liuli wakes up and opens her eyes, only to find that Dongfang lie's face is serious, her eyes are staring at the front, her brows are wrinkled, but she doesn't know what to think.

"What are you thinking, sweetheart?" Asked curiously.

Dongfang lie took back her sight and said with a smile, "wake up? Are you thirsty? " But there was no answer.

Ye Liuli got up and helped his heavy bun. "Don't try to get out of the way, tell me what you are thinking."

Dongfang lie sighed, "it's just wishful thinking, don't mention it."

"Do you have a bad feeling?"

“……”

Dongfang lie stares at Ye Liuli in surprise.

Ye Liuli dropped her eyes, and her delicate face was expressionless. "In fact, I am the same."

“……”

Half an hour later, we arrived at the imperial mausoleum.

However, among the dense trees, there is a magnificent stone gate. Looking inside, it is a long road paved with white marble. At the end of the road is the palace. But this palace is not the red walls and glazed tiles of the Imperial Palace, but the green bricks and black tiles, just like the palace of hell, solemn and gloomy.

Even though the imperial mausoleum was full of civil and military officials and bodyguards, it was silent. A cold wind came and rustled the dead branches. It sounded creepy.

No matter how grand the building is, it's also a mausoleum. Here, ye Liuli feels chilly and uncomfortable.

Dongfang lie wants to hold Ye Liuli to protect him from the wind, but the solemn place of the imperial mausoleum is not allowed to come.

Although Ye Liuli is willful, he is also a decent person. Standing in the crowd, he doesn't speak. He just looks around curiously and then drops his head.

Later, a eunuch with a whisk in his hand came forward, "I've seen his Royal Highness the king of virtue, and the king of virtue is thousands of years old."

Dongfang lie nodded, "free."

The eunuch respectfully said, "if the Lord has nothing else to do, please join the ranks with the slaves."

"Good," Dongfang lie looked at Ye Liuli anxiously, "you just follow the ten princesses."

"Yes, don't worry." Ye Liuli road.

See ye Liuli clever, Oriental lie also rest assured, with eunuch and go.

Ten princesses come forward, "Liuli, our female dependents are standing there."

"OK, let's go." Ye Liuli road.

Soon, the crowd was divided into several parts, including the royal guards in blue, the officials in official robes, and the Royal people in palace clothes. The men and women were divided into two groups.

The Empress Dowager and the queen were not seen among the women's family members. They wanted to hold the ceremony with the emperor. The woman's family member was led by Zhao Guifei.

The royal family is not less than officials, not only because there are many women in the harem, but also members of the Oriental family.

Half an hour later, when ye Liuli, who was wearing a heavy sacrificial robe, stood numb on both legs, he only heard the trumpet blowing. The heavy and melodious trumpet made the whole world solemn and solemn. Even ye Liuli, who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, had some respect in his heart. He only hoped to move God with sincerity to tide over the difficulties, smooth weather and peace of the country and the people.At the end of the trumpet, there are ritual music and drums.

At the command of the master of ceremonies, the guards holding banners were the first to enter the hall, followed by the maids carrying some sacrificial offerings.

After entering, the guards stood around the round altar, and then the maids came forward one by one and placed the tribute on the altar.

Then a group of people in brick robes entered.

The leader was an elderly Taoist. He wore a brown silk robe decorated with gold. He was tall and slender, with crane hair and childlike face. He had the temperament of immortality.

Ye Liuli didn't understand and asked the ten princesses in a low voice, "don't you say that only the royal family can wear bright yellow?"

The tenth Princess whispered back, "this man is a national teacher. He is wearing a royal Taoist robe. This robe can only be worn during sacrifice. It is not allowed to be worn at ordinary times.

Ye Liuli is clear.

Before and after the national teacher, he applied incense and methods.

Ye Liuli looked at the whole situation with a kind of performance vision, nodded silently - no white, the performance was very good.

In the last part of the practice, the national master danced with a sword engraved with patterns. While dancing the sword, he recited some words in his mouth, or asked God for his orders, or prayed to the common people. His broad robes were gorgeous and beautiful.

All of a sudden, the teacher roared, but he saw that the sword pointed to the center of the altar. Almost instantly, the huge fire basin in the center lit up.

Ye Liuli was startled and took a breath. What kind of mechanism is this?

There must be a mechanism!

Ye Liuli knows more or less about these camouflage methods, such as Fu Shui, white phosphorus and so on.

But it's a ceremony and not a magic trick. It's no fun to tear it down. It's sincerity.

As a result, ye Liuli continued to watch the play, and did not feel the coming of the crisis at all.

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