Chapter 456: The young emperor leads the horse, and the queen mother lowers her eyebrows (welcome th
Zhao Rong is not an ignorant person.
But even he had experienced the grand occasion of a hundred thousand people sending each other off in the outskirts of Zhongnan Kingdom, and all the wicker branches within ten miles would be broken.
Facing the prosperous celebration of a pair of orphans and widowers standing at the top of Dali, bringing nearly 300,000 people out of the city, Zhao Rong could not help but be surprised.
He took the lead on horseback and walked at the front, followed by Zhao Qian'er and Gu Yiwu who were one position behind.
Behind him are the students of Justice Hall who are following on horseback.
Zhao Rong looked around and saw that there was no one on the official road leading to the gate of the capital, while hundreds of thousands of Hanjing people were crowded along both sides of the road.
For a moment the sky was filled with boiling water.
The spacious official road, which could accommodate five or six carriages traveling side by side at the same time, was covered with bright red and purple carpets, stretching for miles, and he could not see the end at a glance.
On this avenue, apart from Zhao Rongyu, Gu Yiwu and his entourage riding on horseback, there was only a huge canopy dragon chariot in the distance.
Surrounding the dragon chariot were thousands of palace maids with swordsmen, and the nearby people all knelt down in submission.
It goes without saying that the young emperor of Dali and the empress dowager were among them, quietly waiting for Zhao Rong and others.
Zhao Rong looked calm and glanced at both sides of the road.
In the field of vision, there are densely packed heads, various excited faces, and bright flowers in their hands that seem to be waved according to custom.
"Brother Rong'er, this battle is quite powerful." Zhao Qian'er watched with interest.
Zhao Rong did not look back, but nodded slightly.
The current scene is indeed even grander than the willow-folding ceremony at Zhongnan Kingdom.
This Dali Dynasty is indeed one of the best dynasties in the northern part of Wangquezhou, and it has a brand-new appearance.
Look at these Hanjing citizens on the roadside, beautifully dressed in brocade silk and satin, with rosy complexions.
The living conditions are obviously better than those of the citizens of Zhongnan Kingdom.
However, the Zhongnan Kingdom has a leisurely and secluded atmosphere similar to that of a small country with few people, while the Dali Dynasty is a prosperous dynasty. However, it is a pity that the late emperor who was most likely to make a difference suddenly passed away...
Zhao Rong looked at it silently, comparing Dali in his mind with the countries he had been to, whether it was the people or the customs.
Before entering the city, Zhao Rong had already analyzed a lot of useful information. He was not just looking at the handsome divorcees who appeared frequently on both sides of the road.
Well, speaking of it, these Li Di people are indeed handsome and tall. They seem to have inherited some of the blood of the ancient Li clan and are unique in appearance and temperament.
However, Zhao Rong thinks that the simple and delicate girls from Zhongnan Mountain are pretty good, especially the girls who threw sachets and purses to him. It is a pity that my young master’s sachets and purses were all forgotten in Zhongnan Country...
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Just when the young Confucian scholar was feeling regretful, Xiao Qian'er narrowed her eyes and said, "Brother Rong'er, what are you looking at?"
Zhao Rong moved his eyes away from the beautiful Li Nu and said calmly: "I'm analyzing something, ahem, we're almost there."
Zhao Qianer's face was suspicious.
Zhao Rong and his party were getting closer and closer to the canopy-covered dragon chariot ahead. On the way, he noticed some phenomena.
The people of Dalihanjing seemed to welcome his arrival very much. The enthusiastic faces of the girls and people should not be fake. They were comparable to those of the Zhongnan people who idolized Zhao Rong, who had won Qingtan.
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"Not only the beautiful divorcees are enthusiastic, but the other elderly and children are also very happy. It seems that it is not just because of my handsome appearance..." Zhao Rong muttered and analyzed it.
Zhao Qian'er: "......"
Gu Yiwu and other students: “…………”
After a while, Gu Yiwu coughed and spoke, "Tzuyu, the people of Hanjing seem to welcome us. It seems that Queen Mother Dugu did a lot of public opinion work before our arrival."
Zhao Rong nodded slightly.
Their group had already known about it on the way to Hanjing, and now the entire people of Dali knew about the Fengchan Ceremony, and the overall attitude was supportive and welcoming.
This kind of event that brings joy to the whole country is not only implemented by the superiors, but it is more important to create a positive and uplifting atmosphere among the people. This can also be regarded as a test of the ruling art of the superiors.
As for the current attitude of the people towards the Feng Chan, it has to be said that it is indeed helpful to reduce the difficulty and accidents of Zhao Rong and others' Feng Chan.
With this thought, Zhao Rong couldn't help but have some good impressions of the Empress Dowager Dugu whom he was about to meet.
He nodded slightly and his eyes fell on the canopy dragon chariot getting closer and closer in the distance...
Not long after, as Zhao Rong and his party approached on horseback, ritual music was played on both sides of the road.
Afterwards, there were some procedures and noisy scenes performed by the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette.
When Zhao Rong and others stopped and dismounted a hundred miles away from the dragon chariot, they found that they were surrounded by a group of palace maids and several crescent-moon female officials in front of them. There was already a thin and short figure waiting beside the dragon chariot.
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and saw that he was a weak young man about seven or eight years old.
He has a delicate face, thin and short, but he wears a large and complicated Ming Emperor's dragon robe, and wears a crown on his head that is larger than the head of the fragile young man.
When Zhao Rong saw this for the first time, he was a little worried about whether the crown on his head with a thin neck, which looked very heavy and simple at first glance, would fall off in the next second.
The little emperor came up quickly and gathered with Zhao Rong and others. They exchanged greetings with each other. The young man's voice was thin and soft, with a childish tone.
But now that everyone was in the spotlight, they didn't chat much and let the officials from the Ministry of Etiquette carry out the process as arranged.
Zhao Rong responded calmly, but he felt that the young emperor looked at him a few more times.
It seems like... curiosity and admiration?
The ceremony held by the Ministry of Rites also began. An old official of the Ministry of Rites opened the imperial edict and read it loudly.
The general meaning is to sing the praises of the little emperor, and then say that Linlu Academy, which is famous all over the continent, also recognizes and supports the orthodoxy of the current Li Dynasty, so it sends these gentlemen and wise men to come, and the destiny belongs to Balabala and so on...
Zhao Rong didn't listen much. He glanced around and didn't see the figure of King Dali Xian.
In addition, the two girls Hibiscus and Xuechan that he had seen before were also there, standing quietly around a certain dragon chariot with their eyes lowered.
Zhao Rong's eyes turned and fell on the quiet dragon chariot in the center of the crowd.
This dragon chariot is made of bright yellow cloth and has no walls on all sides. Only the curtains hang down to cover the scene inside.
Moreover, these hanging curtains are actually made of white fabric, which seems to be... a mourning style.
Moreover, the dragon chariot was closely surrounded by hibiscus trees, snow cicadas and dozens of crescent-moon maidens.
Zhao Rong could only vaguely see the beautiful figure of a woman who seemed to be kneeling in it. She was wearing a loose dress and her posture was upright. She seemed to be listening carefully to the words of the etiquette officer on the field with all the people.
She also seemed to be dressed in white. Apart from that, Zhao Rong couldn't tell anything else.
There should be the Empress Dowager Dugu, the rumored most beautiful woman in Dali... Zhao Rong thought to himself.
He didn't look much and quickly looked away.
Looking at this, it seems that the Empress Dowager Dugu is still in the period of mourning for the late emperor.
So after this incident, it is not convenient to show up and get out of the car to see them. This is not etiquette.
Moreover, this public place is for performances to be seen by 300,000 people, not a place to discuss matters of Zen status with Zhao Rong and others.
Patience and acting skills are also the basic skills of this type of superior.
Zhao Rong chuckled in his heart.
At this time, in the arena where everyone was watching, it was the little emperor's turn to speak.
He had a childish voice and spoke softly. If Zhao Rong hadn't been close, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear it, let alone the hundreds of thousands of people around him. However, when it was time to applaud with joy, everyone still followed wisely and pretended to hear them.
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Zhao Rong, who was closer, observed more.
I saw this young man who was the king of a country trying his best to lift his head that was heavily pressed by Mianqi. When he spoke, his tone was very slow, as if he was afraid of speaking out.
The young emperor's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he didn't raise his hand to wipe it away.
He spoke to all the people, but it was more like he was speaking to himself. Occasionally, he would peek at the quiet dragon chariot next to him...
Zhao Rong had a panoramic view of this scene... So it felt like the little emperor was endorsing something? It was like being called upon to endorse in class when he was a child. Well, school was about to be over, and my mother was looking at him from the window again...
This scene feels so familiar, it reminds me of my childhood.
"Just a... child." The young Confucian scholar shook his head and muttered in his heart, feeling a little sympathetic to him.
Zhao Rong just thought that the little emperor looked a bit like a traditional girl, thin and frail, and strictly abiding by the ancestral etiquette, but looking at it now...he was as "tiger" as Yu Huaijin? He was small.
, but he said that if he hits you, he will hit you.
Not long after, the little emperor finally finished speaking, the people cheered, and the process of the Ministry of Rites continued...
After a stick of incense, this troublesome grand ceremony finally came to an end. Finally, it seemed that after the ceremony of enshrining Zen, a general amnesty was announced and taxes were reduced for a year, the people's joy became even louder.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.
Everyone headed back to the city.
The little emperor returned to the small dragon chariot next to the white curtained dragon chariot, and returned together with the Queen Mother Dugu who remained silent throughout the whole process.
Accompanied by senior civil and military officials who had left the court, Zhao Rong and others mounted their horses and advanced.
Just as the carriages and horses were starting to move, suddenly, the small dragon chariot in front stopped again, and a young man in royal robes jumped down from it.
Everyone was slightly stunned. At this moment, the young emperor of Dali did something that no one expected.
I saw the little emperor quickly coming to Zhao Rong's horse and reaching out to grab the reins of the horse.
"Mr. Zhao...Mr. Zhao, let...let me come." The weak young man blushed and looked at Zhao Rong with bright eyes.
Everyone was shocked.
Countless eyes fell on Confucian Calm and the little emperor.
Some of the Crescent Moon Palace ladies who were following the little emperor wanted to step forward, but they received the eyes of the great Si Le Mujin beside the white curtained dragon chariot. The Crescent Moon Palace ladies quickly glanced at the still quiet white curtained dragon chariot and stopped.
At this time, Zhao Rong was also a little surprised when faced with the behavior of the little emperor in front of him.
He and Gu Yiwu looked at each other, and their eyes exchanged silently.
Is this what Dugu Shi taught you? Otherwise, why would you only lead my young master’s horse and not Brother Yi Wu’s and the others... Zhao Rong said silently in his heart.
Then, he glanced at the little emperor's eyes that seemed to be filled with eager expectations, nodded slightly, and saluted:
"A certain commoner is truly frightened by such an imperial favor... However, it is hard to refuse His Majesty's kindness, so I have no choice but to obey his orders respectfully."
The little emperor nodded happily and glanced sideways in the direction of his mother's dragon chariot. When he saw that the crescent moon sisters around him did not come to stop him, his hunched shoulders relaxed.
"Mr. Zhao, let me come, let me come."
The little emperor led Zhao Rong's horse in a decent manner.
Everyone around looked at each other, then saluted neatly and said, "Your Majesty is wise," and the carriages and horses continued to move.
The carriages, horses and chariots did not move very fast, as if to take care of the little emperor's pace.
The north gate of Hanjing opened, and everyone quickly entered the city.
In the middle, there was a little disturbance.
At a certain moment, a commotion suddenly broke out in a crowd not far away from everyone.
Zhao Rong and others looked sideways.
However, Empress Dowager Dugu and the women around her did not even look at them.
Soon, the turmoil over the killing seemed to subside.
Everyone continued on their way.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong and others were taken to a mansion not far from the palace by officials from the Ministry of Rites to stay.
Everyone rests.
In the evening, Xue Chan came and invited Zhao Rong and others to the palace to participate in the feast...