Dressed as a man with the eldest son

nine

On the day of the Spring Festival, the weather was fine.

Nan Ruo was woken up by the palace staff at three o'clock in the morning. In order not to be late for the ceremony, he stayed in the palace last night.

Pulling the rocking rope at the head of the bed, the palace people who had already prepared rushed in one after another.

Because today is a sacrifice, you must bathe and smoke your body.

In fact, they have been vegetarian and abstained from alcohol since three days ago, those with wives and concubines are not allowed to have intercourse, and all other entertainment activities are also stopped.

Nan Ruo couldn't help thinking of the sense of ritual circulating on the Internet in her previous life.

It's ritualistic enough.

Four eunuchs waited for him to take a bath, cleansing his face, washing his hair, rubbing his back, and massaging his body neatly and orderly. After washing, two young eunuchs scented him from head to toe.

Nan Ruo silently thought in his heart that he would do as the Romans do, and he assumed that he had ordered a set meal in the bathing center.

When the four maids came in and stretched out their hands to untie his bathrobe, they leaned back slightly: "I will do it myself."

This is unnecessary, the original body will dress itself.

The leading maid covered her lips and smiled: "Master, this is the Sizhu dress sent by Zhan Shifu. It is complicated to wear. Let the servants come."

What else can Nan Ruo say, he can only open his arms and let them dress up.

A set of dresses is layered on top of each other, including five layers of underwear. Fortunately, the fabric is thin and light, so it won't feel hot.

After he was dressed, he was pulled to have his hair done again. His long, well-groomed hair was braided into a complicated hairstyle. Because he was not yet old enough to wear a crown, two hairbands were tied on the bun, hanging down to his waist.

Two golden bells were hung on the end of the hairband as a weight. As soon as he walked away, the bells jingled, and Nan Ruo had to slow down.

When Xia Houchun packed up and came over, he saw Nan Ruo in full dress coming from the corridor. The dress was stacked from dark to light in light blue, which made people look like Zhilan. The long sleeves were coming in the wind, and the light was dim. Down, it doesn't look like a real person.

"Brother Chun?"

Xia Houchun came back to his senses, stepped forward with wide eyes and walked around Nan Ruo: "It turns out that Si Zhu's clothes are so beautiful, no, no, it's because you look good, you look good when you wear them."

"Why are there two bells?" He picked up the hair tie and laughed, "Could it be that the Zhan Shifu is treating you like a child."

Nan Ruo said softly, "If you like it, I'll wear a pair for you too."

Xia Houchun let go immediately, it was nothing.

If Gu wears it for decoration, if he wears it, he is pretending to be ugly.

In order to maintain their manners during the ceremony, the two skipped breakfast and did not dare to drink water.

At exactly five o'clock, the bells and drums in the palace sounded, and the prince drove from the East Palace to the Taimiao.

The mighty team followed.

As the prince's son, Xia Houchun could take a sedan chair, but Nan Ruo could only walk.

Just as he was getting ready for the race, suddenly Liu Duan, the servant next to the prince, came over and said that the prince was welcome.

Is this trying to drag him into the water again?

Nan Ruo thought about it.

Feet follow without thinking.

Let's go!

The prince pulled him to block the gun, so it wouldn't be too much for him to rub against the car.

Nearly 10 minutes away.

Liu Duan led him to the prince's carriage, and the little eunuch waiting on the side immediately bent down and got down.

"Sir, please."

Nan Ruo paused, then pinched the bell on the back, stepped on the car with a natural expression.

This is the duty of the little eunuch, he has no way to stop it, and he can't refuse, not to mention the prince's reason, but according to Yuan's thinking, he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

Environmental differences need to be understood.

Do as the Romans do, and do as the Romans do as the Romans do.

Nan Ruo convinced himself.

As soon as he entered the car door, he was shocked by the arrogance that rushed to his face.

The corners are nailed with flower leaves made of gold and jade, and the carved wood is pasted with golden dragons. There are two layers of curtains on the left and right glass windows. The inner layer is a brocade curtain embroidered with spring scenes, and the outer layer is a jade curtain made of agate pearls. .

Looking at the tables, chairs, carpets and table furnishings, everything is fine.

There is a faint fragrance of incense in the air.

On the other hand, the crown prince is wearing simple clothes, and he probably plans to change them when he gets to the place.

"Your Highness."

Nan Ruo salutes.

The prince looked him up and said, "This outfit suits you very well."

Nan Ruo lowered his eyes in a cautious manner.

The prince didn't mean to embarrass him, and nodded his chin to the chair beside him: "Sit."

Nan Ruo sat down according to his words.

and then?

Gone?

At least give me an explanation.

However, the boss was wayward, so he ignored him, as if asking him to come was just a display.

Fine.

Nan Ruo's mind is calm, that's good, and it saves him from dealing with it.

Half-closed his eyes and silently reviewed the speech.

For a while, the only sound in the car was the sound of the prince flipping through the book.

After an unknown amount of time, the crown prince put down the booklet and raised his eyes.

Fell asleep?

It's very big-hearted.

Unconsciously, I took a second look.

The boy was indeed well-born, with beautiful and bright eyes slightly drooping, but he didn't look like his father, he looked like his mother.

Thinking of Nangong Yunlin, the prince's eyes flashed sarcasm.

Drill the villain.

He thinks he has a bit of wit and cunning, but he doesn't know that others are hanging him by his bones.

He drooped his eyelids, and a stern look flashed across his eyes.

Jingle.

Suddenly a bell rang.

Nan Ruo opened her eyes suddenly, realizing that she was too focused in her thoughts, and the bell she was holding in her hand came off at some point, and hit the chair, dangling and jingling.

Immediately stretched out his hand to hold it: "I'm sorry, Your Highness forgive me."

Taking a glance from the corner of the eye, he saw the prince was in a daze.

There was a question mark in my heart.

"Bring it here." The prince's breathing became heavier, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from the back molars. It was cold and irritating.

Nan Ruo was taken aback.

"give me!"

Not even lonely.

Nan Ruo vaguely realized something in his heart, took a breath, raised his hand, and gently shook the hair tie twice: "Your Highness wants this?"

Jingle Jingle.

He took the opportunity to look at the prince's face.

The prince's facial muscles moved, and his gaze instantly became vicious, like a beast, but soon, the beast was pushed back, with a cold expression on his face: "Yes, take it here."

Nan Ruo stepped forward, shaking the bell.

The prince was expressionless, and said one word lightly: "Noisy."

The veins on the back of the hand holding the book burst, full of depression and restraint.

Nan Ruo had a judgment in his heart, stopped his hand, held the bell and sent it to the prince.

The prince didn't touch it, and ordered: "Take it down."

"The sacrifice is solemn, and the bell is too frivolous to hang on the body."

According to Nan Ruo's words, she tore the bell off the hairband and put it on the table.

"Get out." The prince drooped his eyelids, his voice was calm and unwavering.

"Yes." Nan Ruo withdrew, but the prince didn't call to stop the carriage, so he didn't get off the carriage, sat down on the side of the carriage, and let out a breath slowly.

He said that the hero doesn't give up so easily.

It turned out to be waiting here.

Although I don't know what the story is, but the two bells, or the sound of the bells, is taboo for the prince.

The male protagonist strikes with precision and hits the pain point directly.

Firm and accurate.

If you look for a shield, I will borrow a knife to kill someone.

666.

Nan Ruo, who was shielded and knifed, touched the palate with the tip of her tongue, wanting to smoke a cigarette.

The sky is dark, the sun is still gone, and the moon hangs quietly in a corner like a ghost, looking down at all living beings coldly, performing its final duty.

Nan Ruo narrowed her eyes, and gradually made a decision in her heart.

At three quarters past five, the mighty team arrived at Taimiao.

The officials were already waiting outside the temple, headed by Prime Minister Rong, all dressed neatly.

Nan Ruo finally met the first main plot character.

With a tall appearance and a handsome appearance, Xu is a male supporting role, and looks much younger than her own age.

He led all the officials to salute the prince's chariot.

Nan Ruo turned sideways to avoid it.

The prince didn't come out, he just left a Qi coldly through the window.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Nan Ruo felt that Rong Xiang seemed to be looking at him.

Dayan Sacrifice stipulated that at sunrise, the sun just came out, the bell rang, and the well-dressed prince got off the car and entered the temple in a chariot.

The sacrifice officially began.

The altar was ready, and the sacrifices were arranged neatly. Nan Ruo glanced at it and saw the whole cow, the whole pig and the sheep, and there was more than one head. Fruits and vegetables were placed in piles.

There are also prepared dishes and fine wines, jade and silk utensils and so on.

When the sacrifice is over, all the food and delicacies are burnt, and the jade and silk are buried. Only the utensils will be put away for the next use.

It is indeed wasteful, and it is indeed willful.

But the emperor is willing, who can object.

The prince got off the chariot, the bells stopped, and the drums were played. All the people who came in took their seats and stood up, and no one made a sound.

Because the emperor specifically entrusted full authority to the crown prince, the 24 Yamen and the Ministry of Rites did not participate. At this time, all the officials standing in front of the ceremony were from the East Palace.

All serious and tense.

Nan Ruo was emotionally infected, so he calmed down and stopped looking.

Before offering sacrifices to the ancestors, one greets the gods and tells the heavens, and the heavens are behind the ancestors.

The prince personally lit the firewood stove, first knelt down to the god tablet, offered incense, and then offered incense and kowtow to the ancestor tablet.

This is not over yet, return to the main seat, kneel down three times and kowtow nine times again.

All together this time.

The prince's servant Zhou Bao acted as the supervisor, and shouted: "Kneel."

Nan Ruo was already prepared in her heart and did not hesitate.

Anyway, wearing knee pads on his knees, nothing will happen, not only him, everyone does it, the emperor knows it or doesn't know it, it's an unspoken unspoken rule.

"rise."

Kneel three times and knock nine times.

Then the prince offered sacrifices.

Nan Ruode read the congratulatory speech.

He turned around, only as if he was speaking in the school auditorium, and there were all teachers and students below.

Thinking of this, my mood instantly calmed down.

"At the beginning of the flood and famine in the past, I was confused, the five elements were not in luck, and the two lights were not yet clear, and I stood upright..."

"...Thai style respect, respect for Chen Yubo..."

The prince offered jade and silk.

"The feast is in full swing, the cheers are like thunder, and the Emperor's God bestows..."

The prince presented Zu soup food.

Then three times of offering gifts, kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

This time, Nan Ruo didn't need to kneel down, he could just read the words.

He stood under the prince's head, turned to the crowd, and saw the crowd.

Everyone knelt down in unison, solemnly, piously, humblely, and fearfully.

There was a wordless shock in my heart.

"Yao Jian worships the book, the Thai name is completed, and it is served before Emperor Yang..."

The whole article is less than [-] words, and soon came to the last paragraph.

The prince threw the sacrifices into the firewood stove and burned them. He took the lead in throwing a few, and the eunuchs did the rest.

Flames ignited and smoke wafted down the pipes.

Everyone knelt and knocked nine times.

After Nan Ruo finished reading the last word, he stared at the raging fire, his chest throbbing.

The sacrificial ceremony was successfully completed, and there were no errors as imagined.

Donggong heaved a sigh of relief.

The accompanying readers looked okay, but the servants' legs and feet were all limp.

Zhou Bao, who was kneeling, couldn't make a sound, and it took several days to recover, but his face was full of gratitude and joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

In the event of an accident, the accompanying readers with backgrounds can survive, and none of them can escape.

Nan Ruo stood on the steps of the main hall of the East Palace. The Imperial Palace of the Yan Dynasty was built on a high ground in Kyoto. From here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire capital.

He took a deep look at the scenery that could only be seen on TV or picture scrolls before, turned around and asked someone to inform him, begging to see the prince.

"Does Your Highness know that life is endless?"