In the sixth year of Yanping, uh, I can’t call it Yanping for the sixth year now, because Emperor Liu Xie of Han was preparing to change the year name.

Anyway, the year number was also the first to create by the Han Chinese. The original year number was just to calculate the number of years in which the new king was in power, and it was usually used for one in his lifetime, and it was basically unchanged.

When Emperor Wu of Han was about to hunt, the emperor went out to hunt and caught a unicorn Bai Lin (pseudo). The ministers believed that this was auspicious divine object and worthy of commemoration. They suggested that they be used to remember the year, so they named the year "Yuanshou", calling that year the first year of Yuanshou. However, after six years, a three-legged treasure tripod (imitation) was obtained in Fenyang, Shanxi. The ministers also believed that this was an auspicious divine object and suggested that they be used to record the year, so they changed the year name to "Yuanshou", calling that year the first year of Yuanshou.

From then on, it became a habit for the emperor to change his reign. When he encountered some auspicious things, good things, or on a whim, he would change it. For example, Wu Zetian reigned for 21 years and even changed his reign for 18 reigns...

This time, Liu Xie felt that "Yan Ping" could not be pacified, so the year name was not good. In addition, there were foreign countries coming to the court, which was worth commemorating and celebrating, so he chose "Taixing"...

What does it mean? It means that anyway, it means good, just like making a wish for birthday every year. Can the wish be fulfilled? It's another matter.

The first year of Taixing, May Day.

The entire celebration officially began.

The first is to worship ancestors.

Before the Taimiao, Liu Xie was wearing a thick sacrificial robes, a jade pendant hanging around his waist, and a crown on his head. From a distance, he looked quite majestic and luxurious.

However, only by following the yellow door behind Liu Xie can you see the sweat falling from Liu Xie's temples...

Chapter Twelve Although the sacrificial clothes are luxurious and dazzling, they are not breathable. Even if they are worn for a long time in the morning, they are still a little stuffy.

Behind Liu Xie were a group of two thousand stone officials wearing seven-chapter sacrificial robes, with purple ribbons or green ribbons around their waists, and they were lined up in sequence, with Yang Xiu and Marcus also among the ranks.

Yang Xiu was naturally accustomed to such a scene, but this time, he was still a little nervous. He was not nervous about himself, but he was always staring at Marcus...

"Don't pull the robe..." Yang Xiu pointed at Marcus with Yu Gui in his hand, and warned in a low voice, "Like me, hold it with both hands..."

"Happy..." Marcus retracted his hand, pulling his robe and fanning, and then imitated Yang Xiu's hands to pinch it on Yu Gui. Although his hands did not move, he raised his arms, wiped the sweat from his head with his sleeves, and muttered, "Happy Si Le..."

Yang Xiu resisted the urge to roll his eyes and whispered: "Shut up! Hold on! Don't move around! If you don't move, you won't be hot!"

In front of the queue, the official of the ritual was already in place, his eyes fixed on the water leak aside, watching the water droplets falling drop by drop, and then passed the scale of the water coming up at the moment of the day.

"clang……"

Marcus quickly stuffed the meat into his mouth, but soon frowned, "Vomit...no salt..."

The meat is just boiled meat. Where did the seasoning come from?

Really! Boiled in water!

And it may not be sure to cook it. After all, the emperor's piece is of course cooked. Is it okay to divide it with so many officials?

Yang Xiu ignored Marcus and prayed to end this session as soon as possible.

“Return…dish…”

The part of the cold meat splitting is finally over, and it is the most critical moment.

"Dongdongdongdong..." The drum beat three-way. The sound of the music changed again, becoming majestic and exciting, and became magnificent. This is the song of "Dawu".

Liu Xie and other officials' eyes couldn't help but focus on Marcus...

Marcus Yu didn't know it, rubbed his fingers, and felt it was greasy, so he rubbed it on his sleeve, thinking that no one would notice his little movements...

In the square of the ancestral temple, music and dance gradually reached a climax. "Yu Wang Wu! No competition for Wei Lie. Yun Wenwen, King Wen, defeated him later. Siwu received it, defeated Yin and Liu, and Qiding's merit..."

The dancers sang the Book of Songs praising Zhou Wenwu and his son. It is naturally very suitable for memorial service. The entire dance session is divided into six sections, showing the great achievements of Zhou Gong that year, and also simulated some battle scenes, which naturally have some mighty and majestic postures.

Just as the Dawu Dance was almost over and was about to leave the stage, these dancers suddenly gathered into a square formation, then raised the wooden swords, guns and shields in their hands high, shouting in unison:

"The wind blows and the clouds fly! The power is strong and I return to my hometown! How can I get a strong man to guard all directions!"

Suddenly, bells and drums sounded, shaking the earth.

Liu Xie's heart jumped, and he turned his head suddenly to look at the ritual officer, but found that the ritual officer who was supposed to be stretching his neck, like a rooster who was ready to crow at any time standing on a branch in the early morning, was now shrunk his head, like a hen suffering from plague, quietly, obedient, plague.

There was no such thing as the song in the original session...

Next, Marcus should directly come forward to present a gift on behalf of Fanbang, and then Liu Xie expressed his acceptance, and then gave the Fanbang back the gift, and then talked about the world and the people, and it would be a perfect ending.

But what happened to this sudden addition of Dafeng Song?

Liu Xie is naturally familiar with this song of great wind. It is not that Liu Bang's song of great wind is not good. But the problem is that after Guangwu, he gradually stopped using this song of great wind by Liu Bang. After all, Liu Xiu and Liu Bang are two completely different Lius. Even the Taimiao has built another one, so how could he use this song of great wind by Liu Bang when celebrating Liu Xiu's bloodline?

This is like a BMW logo hanging on a Mercedes-Benz car. As a basic common sense of memorial service, how could the ritual officer in charge of this celebration not understand?

Since it is impossible not to understand, then it is done intentionally...

Liu Xie gritted his teeth and shouted to the official in the sing of the singing of the strong wind song above the square, "What do you mean?"

The ritual officer buried his head deeply under his neck, and might be muttering in his heart, "You can't see, you can't see, and you dare not respond to Liu Xie at all."

But Liu Xie soon knew the reason, because the people watching the ceremony were like water separated by the bow of the boat, revealing the warships and uh, the troops came out...

A big flag was flying high, and the word "Cao" on it hurt Liu Xie's eyes.

"Cao Cao!" Liu Xie gritted his teeth and said two words.

Cao Cao stepped forward with great strides, and although his short body had a bit of majestic smell. The officials around him were all bowing down to salute as Cao Cao passed by. Even if Cao Cao walked by, he would not dare to look up immediately. It was like a strong wind blowing, blowing a piece of grass one after another, adding to Cao Cao's momentum.

Before reaching the steps, Cao Cao stood still and looked up and collided with Liu Xie's gaze.

At this moment, neither of them spoke.

The dancers had all retreated at some point, and even the musicians stopped one after another. The drummer pressed the drum face with his hands. The huge scene had no sound for a while. Only Liu Xiexi's banner with the word "Han" was twisted in the wind, rolling around, making a sound similar to "just"...

Liu Xie's cheeks were beating and he stared at Cao Cao fiercely.

On the contrary, Cao Cao looked plain and looked at Liu Xie like this, just like looking at his own cat and dog.

It seemed that after a long time, it seemed that just a moment later, Cao Cao raised his head slightly moved, then lowered, bent down slightly, bowed slightly, "I have seen Your Majesty..."

"Cao Sikong..." Liu Xie said slowly, "What do you mean? Do you want to destroy my grand ceremony?"

Cao Cao's left eye trembled, but his face was still calm. He smiled and said, "I... dare not... to hear that Your Majesty's celebration. I am not talented and I will defeat the bandits. I will give you a captive before the Dan stairs to congratulate you... This is to add icing on the cake to Your Majesty. How can I call it a broken ceremony?"

After saying that, without waiting for Liu Xie to have any feedback, he shouted at the ritual officer beside him: "Auspicious time is about to pass, what are you waiting for?"

The official ritual was so scared that he shivered, and immediately stretched out his neck and shouted loudly: "Sheng... Lu..."

The clanging sound of soldiers and armor came, and a group of soldiers pressed dozens of large-scale ties to the square before the Taimiao. The prisoners were all veterans on the battlefield, carrying a captivating aura. The scars and cracks on the armor on their faces also showed the fierce aura on the battlefield. As they marched, they were so oppressed that the officials on both sides could not help but take a step back slightly. I don’t know if they subconsciously gave up more space for these soldiers to move forward, or were they timid in their hearts and dared not face their heads...

"Pubo, pubo..."

The prisoners of war were pushed to the ground, wailing, crying, silent, and robbing the ground with their heads. There were all kinds of things, in a mess.

The soldiers lined up behind them and stood quietly with their swords and guns, standing silently. A cold light shone on the swords and guns. This light was completely different from the light painted on the wooden swords and guns held by the dancers before. Although this light was not very dazzling, it made people feel cold in their hearts, their hands and feet were trembling, and they were close to each other, and even a faint smell of blood could be smelled...

Liu Xie's breathing was a little disordered. He took a deep breath before calming down again. He stared at the prisoners in front of him without saying a word.

Yang Xiu, who was standing among the crowd watching the show, raised his eyebrows, his lips curled up, and then quickly returned to his serious appearance, standing like a wooden carving without moving, as if he had seen nothing or heard nothing...

Marcus looked around and his eyes shone brightly. He tiptoed without any cover, stretched his neck, glanced at Cao Cao, and then looked at Liu Xie. If he held a jade gui in his hand, but melon seeds, he would definitely be like a vast crowd in later generations.

"Please give an order..."

Cao Cao bent down slightly and bowed to Liu Xie.

"Please! Your Majesty gives an order!"

The soldiers escorting prisoners of war shouted in a deep voice, and the sound was buzzing over the Taimiao.

"...Be on... and deal with it according to the law..." Liu Xie was helpless. Although he was unwilling to cooperate with Cao Cao in his heart, he had to speak in such a situation.

The soldiers took the order and stepped forward to pull up the prisoners of war and took them back.
Chapter completed!