The Submissive Emperor

Before Xiao Chengjun could react, there was already a warm body in his arms, flexible and slender, with a faint fragrance of plants and trees, His Royal Highness froze instantly.

The crown prince’s dress was made of fine silk and it was very soft. Lou Jing put his face on the shoulders of others, and encircled the narrow waist of the prince. It doesn’t matter if the minister suffers some losses. His Royal Highness often compensates the minister."

Compensation, is this compensation...? Xiao Chengjun lowered his head and looked at the beautiful person in his arms. With such compensation, he would naturally be willing to give it. Replied softly, "Okay." His Royal Highness slowly raised his stiff arms and hugged the person who was hanging from him.

Lou Jing smiled and buried his face in Xiao Chengjun's shoulder, closing his eyes with confidence. The crown prince is such a cushion that a daughter can't ask for, he has to enjoy it.

There was only the sound of horseshoes and wheels crushing the sand in the chariot. Xiao Chengjun slowly relaxed, carefully avoiding the wound on Lou Jing's back, and gathered in his arms to make him more comfortable. This person is already married to himself, not just a courtier. As a husband, he should respect him and love him. It shouldn't be implicated that he was wronged and complained about him following himself. His Royal Highness reviewed himself in his heart, and decided that he would treat the Crown Prince better in the future. After walking for half an hour, the car stopped, and Anshun whispered outside the curtain: "His Royal Highness, the temple is here."

"Yeah," Xiao Chengjun replied, without letting the curtain be drawn, but lightly shook the sleeping guy in his arms, "Zhuyu, wake up."

Lou Jing was having a sweet dream. He dreamed that his mother steamed himself a half-height rabbit steamed bun and said, "Jing'er, let this be a pillow for you." He was very comfortable holding the steamed bun, but the bed kept shaking. He couldn't sleep well, so he could only hold the big steamed bun in his arms tightly so that the shock would be lighter.

"Wake up soon." His Royal Highness looked helplessly at the person who was swaying and holding him tightly. He had to squeeze his face with his hands. Unexpectedly, the fluffy head rubbed against his shoulders, soft. Soft and itchy...

"Um..." Lou Jing reluctantly rubbed the big steamed bun, opened his eyes, and saw that his big steamed bun had become Xiao Chengjun.

The two of them had big eyes to small eyes, and they were a little startled for a while.

"His Royal Highness, the Yulin Army is already lined up." An Shun urged again.

Immediately separated and sat down, Xiao Chengjun let out a light cough and let Anshun draw the curtain.

Taimiao occupies a large area in the eastern suburbs.

Entering the main gate is a vast flat area with a carved dragon imperial road leading directly to the main hall. On both sides, the Yulin army stands facing up with a bronze halberd. The bells and drums are ringing together, the music is melodious, and there are hundreds of dancers on both sides of the Yulin army, dancing in a special rhythm, full of solemn and sacred feelings.

The empress walks in front, Lou Jing and Xiao Chengjun stand on both sides of the empress, each half a step backward, and the honors and hundreds of officials are listed after the honor guard. Walking to the front of the main hall mightily, there was a man in a complicated dress standing under the jade steps, waiting for the emperor to stop, kneeling and saluting, this is the presenter today.

Lou Jing glanced at the man, and couldn't help being shocked. It turned out to be Shen Lian again! The civilian side immediately made a few jagged inhalations, and there was an undetectable cold snort in Xungui.

Worshiping ancestors in the Taimiao is an extremely solemn matter for the royal family. Since ancient times, the ceremonialist must be a civil official with both virtues. In ancient times, there was a special official position, but I have never heard of the **** as the priest Of course, this is too trifling.

Lou Jing couldn't help but looked at Xiao Chengjun. His Royal Highness seemed to feel a little bit. He turned his face slightly to give him a calm look, and then lowered his eyes again, as if he hadn't seen anything.

Emperor Chunde naturally knew it a long time ago and let Shen Lian stand up nonchalantly.

"The emperor!" Before Shen Lian could speak, Yushi Gengzhuo ran forward and knelt forward, "The emperor, the Taimiao is the place where the emperors of the Yu dynasty have enshrined them.

As soon as the voice fell, the drum music ceased, and the scene immediately calmed down, and the needle drop was audible. Shen Lian didn't change his face, no one of Baiguan made a sound except Yushi, and Xungui turned a deaf ear.

"The Ministry of Internal Servant is also the royal priest, why not?" Emperor Chunde frowned, and Shen Lian told him a few days earlier that he wanted to be the priest of the Taimiao sacrifice to the sky. It was not a big deal. How could Yushi say it? It's as if he did a stupid thing?

"The emperor! The emperor is the son of heaven, and the place where the ancestors and ancestors of the Xiao family are enshrined. How can we let the eunuchs shout?" Geng Zhuo straightened his neck and shouted hoarsely.

When Shen Lian heard the word "eunuch", his face quickly became gloomy. Emperor Chunde also couldn't get off the stage. Could it be that Shen Lian took off his dress now?

"The emperor, the auspicious hour is approaching. Today, the prince is married to the Taimiao. It is better not to delay the hour." Chen Shichang, the right minister, said in a deep voice.

The leftist Zhao Duan glanced at Chen Shichang, but did not say a word.

The words of the right phase are very important, Emperor Chunde nodded when he heard the words, and raised his foot to go up to the jade level.

"The emperor!" Geng Zhuo knelt in front of the jade steps without giving way. "If the emperor does not change the ceremonial officer, the minister will not be able to kneel down!"

"Master Geng didn't say it early or late, he said it only at this point. Isn't this embarrassing the emperor?" Shen Lian sneered.

When Emperor Chunde heard the words, he immediately felt that he was right, and he coldly snorted: "If you want to kneel, then kneel." After finishing speaking, he bypassed Geng Zhuo and went straight to the jade steps, and everyone behind him followed. Jidang Yushi is a stone, and if water flows over the stone, it goes around.

With a smile, Shen Lian followed the emperor to the jade steps, stood on the high platform where the liguan was standing, and began to sing harmony with that sharp voice.

Whoever loses and who wins will be judged.

Lou Jing glanced at the Yushi who was struck by lightning, and followed the queen up the jade steps. Although Yushi was right, no one argued for him.

The Taimiao enshrines all the emperors of the Yu Dynasty since the founding of the country. Whenever offering sacrifices to the heavens, ancestor tablets must be taken out and placed in the front hall for kneeling and worship.

After the complicated rituals to worship the heavens, the empress also brought the newly married prince and princess into the inner hall and bowed down to worship the portraits of the empresses of the past generations.

After Taizu and Taizong, from the beginning of Sejong, the queens were all men. Lou Jing knelt over the portraits one by one, and found that the portraits of these empresses were similar, with majestic wrinkles on their faces. Quietly glanced at Xiao Chengjun next to him. The Xiao family clearly looked beautiful, and the painters didn't know what to think. Do they have to paint people so old and ugly to look like an emperor?

He didn't dare to say anything else, the first emperor Ruizong, Lou Jing had seen him when he was a child, and his style was still the same in his sixtieth year. How could there be such an old portrait on the portrait.

Knocking three heads at each ancestor, if it weren't for the anesthetic, if these dozens were knocked down, Lou Jing probably would have to fall again. After knocking out the last one-Emperor Ruizong, Lou Jing stood up and felt a little dizzy, whispering to himself that if the Xiao family passed on for a hundred years, the emperor would have to carry it out of the Taimiao every year.

When he left, Geng Zhuo was still kneeling on the spot, the sun had risen to the center, and it became more angular when shining on the upright face.

"The emperor, the ceremony is over, why don't you ask Yushi to get up?" Standing on the jade steps, the queen whispered.

It’s not difficult to make an official, it is the rule set by the Taizu. Geng Zhuo kneeled like this, and Emperor Chunde was a little unable to get off the stage. Hearing this, he nodded and waved his hand to let the chief **** Huaizhong next to him go and pull Yushi. stand up.

Huaizhong smiled and went to pull Gengzhuo. Unexpectedly, Geng Zhuo didn't buy it at all. He threw away Huaizhong's hand and walked a few steps to the Emperor Chunde. His voice was hoarse and said: "The emperor, Taimiao ancestral hall, what a trifling matter! Let the **** enter today. Taimiao, tomorrow will be chaotic, the king, the emperor!"

"Then how are you doing?" Emperor Chunde was really annoyed this time, the sacrifice to the heavens was over, this person was still holding on to it, what would it be like?

"The minister asked the emperor to rule Shen Lian for the crime of entering the Taimiao without permission!" Geng Zhuo put his head on the ground, as if he would rather die than surrender.

"You..." Emperor Chunde trembled with anger.

Shen Lian stepped down from the high platform and said unhurriedly, "Is Lord Geng mistaken? The emperor is the king of a country. Why do you want to force the emperor like this?"

"Huh, come here, pull Geng Zhuo down for me!" Emperor Chunde shook his sleeve, and Yulin Army immediately picked up Yushi and dragged him away.

"The emperor! The emperor!" Geng Zhuo struggled and shouted.

Emperor Chunde turned a deaf ear and walked forward. Since ancient times, he couldn't do anything without killing the supervisor, but if he got in the way, he moved away.

Baiguan silently watched Geng Zhuo being dragged away, and the queen lowered her eyes without saying more, and followed Emperor Chunde into the chariot.

On the way back, Lou Jing and Xiao Chengjun were a little silent. Emperor Chunde became more and more determined to go his own way. He could only listen to the good words, but could not listen to the advice. Sooner or later, things would happen to such a court.

It was noon when he returned to the East Palace, Xiao Chengjun ordered the meal to be placed in the Hall of Eight Phoenixes and eat with Lou Jing.

"The royal family will come to see you in the afternoon. After lunch, you will sleep for a while." Xiao Chengjun said while looking at Lou Jing, who was not energetic.

Lou Jing nodded. He was mainly hungry. He ate three crystal packets in the morning and drank a small bowl of porridge. He went to Taimiao and knocked his head around. He was so hungry and dizzy that he was too lazy to speak. .

After the meal was set, Le Xian and Anshun stood behind them to prepare the dishes. Lou Jing picked up his chopsticks and ate it. Unexpectedly, just after picking up a piece of fish, it fell back into the bowl with a click.

Le Xian was startled, and hurriedly took a cloth towel and wiped him.

Lou Jing was also stunned, only then did he remember that his hands were still numb, and where did he use chopsticks for such a delicate object?

Xiao Chengjun frowned, waved his hand to make all the people retreat, put a spoon in his bowl, "use this."

Lou Jing looked at the small sweet white porcelain spoon that His Royal Highness put in his bowl, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Since he was three years old, he hasn't eaten vegetables with a spoon.