Your Majesty, You Can't

In the cold first month of winter, there was no trace of cloud in the blue sky, and the pale golden sun shone on the snow, sprinkling golden light all over the ground, but did not melt a trace of ice and snow.

The sunshine in the first month is cold.

The pear-like snow and frost are flying all over the sky, and some of the white snow accumulated on the red plum has a certain amount of weight, bending the branches, and finally the brown plum branches that are piled up by the heavy snow can't help but bend to the limit, and the thick snow "slaps" It fell on the soft snow with an inaudible muffled sound.

The street was full of red lanterns, and the street in front of the arcade was crowded with people, and the common people came out one after another to watch the grand and mighty emperor's sacrifice to heaven this year.

On the wide road in the center, there are two majestic military officers escorting them on both sides of the emperor's dragon chariot riding red jujube horses.Immediately behind the Emperor Ming Huanglong's chariot is the car owner of Lord Helan, the head of all officials.

Powerful and powerful military officers ride horses, and gentle civil servants sit in sedan chairs.Civil and military officials followed the emperor to the altar, and the civil and military teams of the Manchu Dynasty were mighty, and at the end were pigs, cattle and sheep for sacrifices.The onlookers were all elated, and the sound of court congratulations resounded through the sky.

"Long live, long live, my emperor."

The sky-shattering sound pierced through the sedan chair, making He Lan's eardrums buzz.He Lanzhi frowned and opened the curtain to look outside. The snow was full of people kneeling down to worship the emperor, and the only black hair he could see was covered with fine snow falling from the sky.

Helan Zhiguang couldn't help shivering when he saw it, and looked at Su Nuo beside him, "Aren't they cold?"

Su Nuo replied: "At the end of the year, although the weather is cold, everyone's hearts are burning. The emperor prayed for the peace of the country and the harvest of the grain. These are all actions for the benefit of the people. Everyone is happy, so they don't feel cold. gone."

He Lanzhi let out an "oh", and felt embarrassed to complain about the common people in front of Su Nuo, so he could only shrink into a small ball as much as possible to keep warm.

It’s better to be modern. In a feudal society, you have to lie down on the snow in winter to thank the national leader. If you change it, he will definitely freeze to death on the ground.

He Lanzhi closed his ink eyes and rested for a while, but after a while, Su Nuo's clear voice sounded in front of him, "My lord, we're here."

"Understood." He Lanzhi wrapped his black fur cloak tightly around his body, stepped on the stool and got out of the carriage.Looking back, all civil and military officials had already dismounted from their chariots and horses three feet away from the altar, and all bowed to watch He Lanzhi and the emperor's sedan chair.

He Lanzhi couldn't help sighing secretly, it turned out that it was the prime minister's honor to be able to accompany Zhao Yin to the social arena.

He Lanzhi turned his gaze back to the dragon chariot in front of him. The little emperor dressed in white sable was slowly walking down the dragon chariot with the support of a bloated little eunuch, like a small snow dumpling.

The cute Xuetuanzi turned his head, "Father Xiang, let's go."

He Lanzhi was so cute that his heart trembled, he nodded repeatedly, and followed Zhao Yin's pace.

The emperor was in front, and the prime minister was behind. The two of them stepped on the black stone steps covered with soft snow blankets, leaving a series of large and small footprints.

After stepping on the high platform, you will see the magnificent ancestral temple and altar.The ancestral temple is on the left, and the altar is on the right. There are many incense sticks and candlesticks in front of the main entrance, most of which are incense prepared for the emperor to come to sacrifice in person.

"Father Xiang just wait for me at the door." Zhao Yin instructed, then took incense and burned it, and solemnly walked to the altar where pigs, cattle and sheep had already been set up, and performed a grand ceremony of seventy kneeling and two hundred kowtows.

There were numerous snowflakes falling from the sky, blowing towards the face along the cold wind.Fine snow foam stained He Lan's long and dense eyelashes, gradually blurring his eyes.

In a blurred vision, he only saw Zhao Yin knelt down and thanked the gods over and over again under Xian Guan's instructions to bless the country's fortune and well-being.After performing a whole set of big gifts, Zhao Yin's black hair was already sticking to his face wet with sweat, and the fur draped over his body seemed extraordinarily heavy.

He Lanzhi watched the little emperor who was about to collapse and walked out of the altar, and took out a handkerchief distressedly to wipe his sweat, but Zhao Yin pushed him away and refused.

"Father, the ceremony is not over yet, I still need to worship my ancestors, and I must not be rude and wipe my sweat in front of the ancestor tablets."

He Lanzhi opened his lips, but didn't know how to argue.

Because he couldn't tell the little emperor, "Marx's modern materialism tells us that this kind of worship is actually useless, Your Majesty... let's go home."

So in the end, he could only close his lips hesitantly, and watched the little emperor walk into the ancestral temple again, kneeling and prostrating to his ancestors.

Although Zhao Yin's voice is immature, it is clear and clear, and he reports to the long-gone ancestors what major events happened in the country during the year.

From the sacrifice at the beginning of last year to the refugees and their handling in the second half of the year, Zhao Yin reported them one by one.At some point, He Lanzhi heard Zhao Yin's voice as if it had ceased to ring in his ears, and Zhao Yin's kneeling but still upright back was reflected in his eyebrows.

He turned his head in a daze, and looked from the high platform at the crowd below.

Civil and military officials, the people of the world, the eyes of the whole country are all focused on this young emperor.

He Lanzhi suddenly felt his nose a little sour.

With such a young body, Zhao Yin has to bear the burden of the whole country and carry the hope of the whole country.At an innocent age, he was not allowed to make any mistakes, not even a single wrong step was allowed.

He Lanzhi's chest was tight.

He was distressed.

He Lanzhi secretly decided that he must do something for such a little emperor.