(Please check for the easter egg in the video at the end of the chapter!)
The first day of September in the twenty-fifth year of Tai'an, Yuanyang.
Today is an important day for the Chengtian Ceremony, so everyone in Yuanyang City got up early.
Even if they are not invited by the grand ceremony, the common people still want to go to a place close to the palace to benefit from the luck of the grand ceremony.
In the eyes of the people, the Chengtian Ceremony has unparalleled sanctity.
Just today, His Highness King Yong, whom they admire, will talk to God in the palace and receive a divine artifact from the Emperor of Heaven. The people are full of expectations for this.
People went to Beicheng in large numbers, which put great pressure on the Yuanyang government officials, who had to maintain order.
In order to ensure that the ceremony is not affected, the entire Longqianfang has been placed under martial law. No one is allowed to enter or exit without a pass order issued by the palace.
So around Longqianfang, a large number of people gathered at this moment. They temporarily put down their work, just to witness the miracle.
In the mainland of Longqianfang, people were gathering in several places.
For example, outside the main gate of the palace, a large number of students from the School of Political Science gathered, and they were all invited to watch the ceremony.
They read the teachings of saints, and some people did not talk about strange powers and chaos of gods, but today they had to witness miracles.
So much so that at this moment, there was a discussion among students about the rightness and wrongness of the saint's teachings.
In fact, if it were before the outbreak of the apocalypse, the doctrine of saints would be absolutely unquestionable, and naturally no one would dare to discuss it.
With the advent of the end of the world, many rules have been subtly changed, giving rise to the "open" academic atmosphere of the School of Political Science.
Both sides of the debate insisted on their own opinions, and no one could convince the other. At present, there was no professor to mediate again, so it was now a stalemate.
Both sides held their own opinions, and suddenly someone said: "Yuanqing, your knowledge is the best... What do you think this means?"
As a result, everyone's eyes were focused on a thin figure at the edge.
Huang Yuanqing had no intention of participating in this meaningless debate, so he guessed he avoided it.
But now everyone is watching, and he can't hide even if he wants to.
But Huang Yuanqing still wanted to hide, so he said: "Dear seniors, I am very talented and ignorant..."
But before he could finish his words, someone immediately asked: "Yuanqing, how come you are so ignorant and ignorant?"
"You have always ranked first in several school exams. You are the mountain leader's favorite disciple. You are much better than the rest of us!"
"That's right, Yuanqing...do you look down on us?"
These people were all former children of powerful people when they started talking, and their words sounded increasingly sinister and eccentric.
In fact, Huang Yuanqing and Yuanyang's children who were born into poverty did not come forward to help at this moment.
Because Huang Yuanqing was so outstanding that he didn't get along with the kids from poor families.
At this time, someone pressed and asked: "Yuanqing, is it possible that the saint was wrong? There are ghosts and gods between heaven and earth?"
Everyone is looking at Huang Yuanqing. No matter which direction he answers, he will eventually offend a group of people.
Just when Huang Yuanqing was feeling anxious, he heard a clear voice from the distance: "Is it true that you have eaten enough? The prince is a saint in this world, what is there to argue about?"
Everyone looked at the person coming, but the powerful disciples ignored Huang Yuanqing, and someone stepped forward and said: "Chengyao, if you don't come again, I will go look for you!"
Yu Chengyao explained: "There are too many people on the road, so it's a little slow to come here!"
When he was talking to everyone, his eyes also glanced at Huang Yuanqing, who was standing alone, and the latter was looking at him gratefully.
Yu Chengyao sighed, people who are too good will be excluded. This is the truest human nature.
In the School of Political Science, Yu Chengyao was also a man of the hour, so when he came to rescue Huang Yuanqing, everyone stopped targeting Huang Yuanqing.
Everyone was chatting about their own things. Yu Chengyao wanted to say a few words to Huang Yuanqing, but he was always surrounded and couldn't get away.
I heard someone say: "Chengyao, that kid is just a nerd, why do you need to speak for him!"
"You don't understand!" Yu Chengyao shook his head.
Huang Yuanqing came from a humble background and had extraordinary perseverance and determination to reach this point.
In essence, Yu Chengyao, who is determined to revive his family, is the same type of person as Huang Yuanqing. To put it bluntly, Yu Chengyao takes Huang Yuanqing as his example.
Therefore, most people in the school are not expected to look down upon them, and they will eventually have different lives in the future.
"We don't understand? What's so difficult about him?"
Just as someone said this, they heard a voice coming from behind: "Everyone is lined up and ready to enter!"
"The professor is here, everyone, stand still!" Yu Chengyao greeted everyone.
He did have extraordinary leadership, so everyone was willing to listen to him and lined up to wait.
The professor of the school, who was actually an official of Jishan Institute, came to the group of students and said with a serious expression: "We're going in soon. We must abide by the rules, don't look around, and don't make any noise!"
"Do you understand everything?"
“Students understand!”
In fact, the rule has been emphasized repeatedly before, and this time it is just a reminder.
"Follow me!"
As a result, the school team, led by the professor, entered through the left door of the main entrance of the palace.
When they entered, they happened to see a procession of officials passing by. These people came out from the direction of Chang Shisi.
Looking at the senior officials walking at the front, Yu Chengyao whispered to Huang Yuanqing: "Yuanqing, in the future we... must also be in the palace and walk at the front!"
"Brother Chengyao has great ambitions, I admire him!"
Huang Yuanqing had just finished speaking when he heard the Jishan Institute official in front of him scolded him in a low voice: "Shut up, you two!"
The procession continued forward, with the officials at the front, then the representatives of officials from each yamen, and then the students from the School of Political Science.
The last ones to enter were the representatives of the people from all over Longyou, and they were also the group with the largest number of people.
Someone in the team looked around and said, "This is the palace. It's... really beautiful!"
After sizing up the palace, an old man sighed: "It's worth dying for my old bones to be able to enter the palace and see the prince with my own eyes in this life!"
"Uncle Zhang, what are you talking about? Today you are going to get the prince's immortal energy and you will be at least ten years younger!"
Hearing this joke, Lao Zhangtou couldn't help but laugh and said: "It doesn't matter if I live a few more years, but you young people must listen to the prince and rebuild the village!"
"Of course..."
Just like this, everyone walked into the Wangfu Campus, where military representatives were already in place.
The people participating in the Chengtian Ceremony this time included all kinds of people under the royal family.
There are officials, sergeants, students, and common people... There are subdivisions between each category.
Although the composition is complicated, under the strict arrangement of the palace, everything seems to be in order, and everyone has found their place.
When everyone stood still, there were nearly a thousand people in the school grounds, and everyone was looking at the high platform in front of them.
At this moment, the sun is rising, and the sunlight has already shone on the high platform, and the flags are flying majestically and solemnly.
After waiting for about ten minutes, when the scene was still quiet, I saw an official holding a scroll and slowly walking up the steps to the high platform.