The prince gave me a bamboo horse

It was already the end of August when he came back from Shaoyong City, Ming Huaiyan didn't rest for a few days after finishing his work, and it was the autumnal equinox.

The autumn equinox is an autumn festival to thank God for the smooth weather and the full harvest of the year, so all dynasties and dynasties have attached great importance to it, and the Ministry of Rites started preparations early.

Historically, the sacrificial ceremony was presided over by the emperor, but Ming Xiuyuan had long planned to abdicate, so this year's sacrificial ceremony was presided over by Ming Huaiyan.

The sacrificial altar was in the western suburbs, and the people who came to participate in the sacrificial offering were already crowded underneath.

The family members of the court ministers were waiting around the red carpet in front of the sacrificial altar, listening to the sound of drums, Wen Xingyuan knew that Ming Huaiyan was coming.

Today Ming Huaiyan wore the prince's formal attire, and he stepped on the red carpet step by step to the high sacrificial altar. Wen Xingyuan felt that he would never find anyone as good-looking as Ming Huaiyan.

On the sacrificial altar, there were five grains, six animals, and jade silk. The Minister of Rites recited the sacrificial text aloud, while Ming Huaiyan stood in the center with a serious expression. As the sacrificial text ended, Ming Huaiyan held up three sticks of incense and knelt down in worship. There is a sycamore tree in front of the table of the product, and a few leaves fall down in the breeze.

The people below quickly knelt down, praying for best wishes in their hearts.

Ming Huaiyan stood on the high platform, and the first thing he saw was Wen Xingyuan, Wen Xingyuan seemed to have sensed something, raised his head, and the surroundings seemed to have quieted down.

"Your Highness"

"Your Highness!" the Minister of Rites called out.

"En." Ming Huaiyan gathered his mind.

"It's time to distribute the offerings!" said the Minister of Rites.

Ming Huaiyan nodded.

The rice and wheat are tied into a bunch in advance, and there are also corn, peanuts, candy, etc. Ming Huaiyan sprinkles them down, and the people below, except for Habayashi Wei, who is responsible for maintaining order, all swarm up. It carves cleanly.

As for the six animals, Ming Huaiyan cut them open with a knife. Of course, it was just for fun, and the rest was handed over to the officials of the Ministry of Rites, and then assigned to the people along the way, and the people were proud of getting them.

In addition to sacrifices, there are different celebrations in various places, which are even more lively.

Separated from Ning Nanxu, Wen Xingyuan asked Chang Sheng to drive the carriage to the long pavilion outside the city gate to wait, but it took a little longer. When Ming Huaiyan came, Wen Xingyuan was boringly drawing squares on the ground.

"It's not too dirty!" He took Wen Xingyuan's hand to the side of the small river to wash his hands.

Wen Xingyuan raised his hand, "Not dirty!"

"Really?" Ming Huaiyan smiled.

Wen Xingyuan hurriedly said, "I won't do it next time."

"Yeah." Ming Huaiyan smiled, "Before I went out, the emperor's uncle kept pestering me, so I wasted some time."

"King Xiaoyao? Why is he pestering you?" Wen Xingyuan said.

Ming Huaiyan dragged him to the carriage, "What else can I do, that is, the autumn festival is too lively and there are many people, he asked me to lend him Seventeen to escort him."

"Did you borrow it?" Wen Xingyuan's eyes were tinged with curiosity.

Helping Wen Xingyuan into the carriage, "Of course I borrowed it, but it's up to him whether he can keep an eye on Seventeen!"

"I guess Xuan!" Wen Xingyuan felt that Seventeen's martial arts were high, and it would be easy to get rid of Ming Xiuqi, so he saw Ming Huaiyan handing over a kit embroidered with a harvest of five grains, "This is it?"

"The sugar on the altar, I'm worried that you won't be able to grab it, so I specially leave it for you"

Wen Xingyuan's eyes shone with joy, "I still can't grab it!"

Opening the kit, there were two pieces of candy inside, Wen Xingyuan carefully peeled off the candy coating, "Brother Ayan, eat first."

"I don't like these candies." Ming Huaiyan shook his head.

"Brother Ayan, I'm just borrowing flowers to present to Buddha, why don't you eat it!" Wen Xingyuan began to play a rogue.

Ming Huaiyan couldn't help laughing, "You borrowed my flowers and gave them to me!"

"Then will you accept it?"

"Accept!" Ming Huaiyan lowered his head and ate the candy into Wen Xingyuan's hand, "This flower is so sweet!"

Wen Xingyuan's ears were so red, he felt a little embarrassed, he lowered his head and peeled off the other one and stuffed it into his mouth, how sweet is it?sour.

The purpose of the two people this time is Junyang City, which is only 20 miles away from the imperial city. Unlike Jingning City, Junyang City has a nickname called sweet-scented osmanthus, which means sweet-scented osmanthus, and Junyang City is full of people. They are all planted with sweet-scented osmanthus, and the air is fragrant in autumn.

It was already in the afternoon when the sacrifice was over, and it was already midnight when the two of them arrived in Junyang City. Ming Huaiyan skillfully carried Wen Xingyuan out of the carriage and settled in the guest room of the inn.

The next day, Wen Xingyuan woke up smelling the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and suddenly a bunch of delicacies made of sweet-scented osmanthus appeared in his mind, osmanthus cake, osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root, etc., and his mouth watered down.

"Sucking" hurriedly raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, wrapped his clothes and pushed open the window.

The room that Ming Huaiyan booked had a very good view, as far as the eye could see, it was full of white, yellow, golden osmanthus flowers, moving his nose, the fragrance became more intense.

Ming Huaiyan came in with breakfast, and saw Wen Xingyuan's silly look, "Eat first, let's go down and watch together"

"Okay!" He picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat, but saw two pieces of white and tender steamed buns on the plate dotted with a few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. "This is it?"

"Their local delicacy, glutinous rice cake with sweet-scented osmanthus, try it." Ming Huaiyan pushed the plate forward.

Wen Xingyuan was not polite, picked up one and bit into it, "It's delicious! It's bouncy! I'll eat it tomorrow morning!"

"it is good"

After eating, the two hurried downstairs. There was a very large osmanthus garden in Junyang City, which was the place Wen Xingyuan saw through the window.

After spending a few copper coins to buy a ticket, the two entered the Osmanthus Garden.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree is very tall, and it says what year and month the sweet-scented osmanthus was planted. Along the tree-lined path, Wen Xingyuan pointed in surprise not far away, "Look, brother Ayan!" One hundred years old!"

"Um"

"Young master, these 100-year-old ones are not uncommon, and there is a 500-year-old one in the middle of the garden!" said a gray-haired old woman.

Wen Xingyuan immediately became interested, "Brother Ayan, let's go and see!"

Looking at the backs of the two, the old lady said to her husband beside her, "It's nice to be young!"

"We were too young!" The old man sighed while holding the old woman's hand.

At the end of the path is the 500-year-old sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The locals built a fence to surround the trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Looking up, the crown of the tree covers the sky and the sun, dotted with golden yellow, which is very beautiful.

There were many red silk ribbons tied on the fence, and Wen Xingyuan went to take two out of curiosity, but was stopped by someone, "Young master, each person can only take one of these red ribbons!"

"I'll get it for my brother!" Wen Xingyuan didn't let go.

The man looked back and forth between Wen Xingyuan and Ming Huaiyan, "Go, go, you two can only take one!"

"why?"

Wen Xingyuan wanted to clarify, but Ming Huaiyan came over and pulled him away, apologizing to the man, "I'm sorry, he doesn't understand this!"

"I don't know what kind of ribbon to get!" The man muttered and left, and then distributed the red silk ribbon in his hand to other people.

The red ribbon in Wen Xingyuan's hand was fluttering in the wind along Ming Huaiyan's hand, and Ming Huaiyan held it with open hands, "Brother Ayan, what's the meaning of this ribbon?"

"Then look at them!" Ming Huaiyan pointed, and Wen Xingyuan looked over. The people holding the red belts were all women, while the people around them were men, and they behaved intimately. Wen Xingyuan immediately understood "I..."

"Okay, it's okay, you can write it too, the meaning will be different if you write it differently," Ming Huaiyan said comfortingly.

Wen Xingyuan thought about it too. When he came to the table, Ming Huaiyan let go of his hand, Wen Xingyuan started to write, then tied it to the fence, and took a peek. They were all begging for a happy couple, so he wrote one for safety. But if you want to be different, it is easy for gods to see it!Wen Xingyuan thought so.

After tying the straps, he didn't stay for a long time, and walked to the other side, Wen Xingyuan saw many people with osmanthus hairpins on their heads, and thought they looked good, so he folded two, and put one on his own head and the other on Ming Huaiyan's head.

For a moment, the expression on Ming Huaiyan's face was indescribable, "Yuan'er, do you know what it means to put sweet-scented osmanthus on someone's head?"

"Jingui Jidi! Although brother Ayan won't take the imperial examination, he still wants to give you one!" Wen Xingyuan said.

"Then you can see that there are not only men with osmanthus hairpins, but also women!"

Wen Xingyuan said, "Is there any meaning to this?" Then he saw a man not far away put an osmanthus flower on the hairpin of the woman opposite him, and then the woman was shy, what did the man say, and the woman nodded Nodding, the man smiled immediately.

"Giving the osmanthus hairpin to the other party means expressing love, and the man giving the woman the hairpin flower is a promise to marry him!" Ming Huaiyan explained.

Wen Xingyuan blushed, "I didn't mean that either!" Looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus on Ming Huaiyan's head, it's better to pull it out!

Ming Huaiyan raised his hand to take off the sweet-scented osmanthus on Wen Xingyuan's head, and folded another one for Wen Xingyuan to insert. Wen Xingyuan's eyes widened, as if he had been greatly frightened, "Brother Ayan!" Brother Ayan gave me the hairpin, and he Not to say!

"This one looks better!" Then she walked slowly while holding Wen Xingyuan's hand.

After walking for a long time, Wen Xingyuan's face was still hot, Ming Huaiyan said warmly, "Giving someone a gift, with different intentions, has different meanings."

"Oh!" The heat on his face slowly dissipated, scaring me to death!But feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, Wen Xingyuan pressed his mind and didn't think too much, and continued walking with Ming Huaiyan.

Here, Shiqi has a wooden face, and his head is full of sweet-scented osmanthus, "Seventeen, do you understand me?" plug it in.

"Thank you, Lord, for your kindness, Shi Qi can't bear it!" Then he tore off the sweet-scented osmanthus from his head, threw it on the ground, turned and left.

A little mist floated from the corner of Ming Xiuqi's eyes, and he said in his heart, did I suffer retribution for being too rough in the past?

"Seventeen" was about to catch up, and saw a few hairs on the sweet-scented osmanthus that Seventeen took down, and quickly put it away, "Seventeen, I will give you sweet-scented osmanthus, and you return my hair, do you want to tie hair with me?"

Seventeen, vomiting blood, walking faster for a while, Ming Xiuqi trotted after him, and passers-by looked at them curiously and pointed.