After the last day of the first year of Yanxi passed, it was the first imperial meeting after the Han Dynasty moved its capital to Chang'an.

There's nothing much to say about this.

The important ministers of the Han Dynasty and the officials of various central government offices congratulated the emperor on the New Year in Weiyang Palace, and then feasted and drank with the emperor.

There is not much difference from the award in October - except that there is no promotion process.

After eating and drinking, it means that the new year has begun and everyone has to prepare to work.

A few days after the New Year's Day gathering, the beginning of spring begins.

From New Year's Day to the Beginning of Spring, there is a Spring Festival holiday similar to that of later generations.

However, unlike later generations, although the Beginning of Spring is the last day of the Spring Festival, it is also the first day of official work, and it is also the most solemn day of the Spring Festival.

At the beginning of spring, the night has not ended for five seconds.

In the inner courtyard of General Hussar's residence on the right, there was a rapid knock on the door of a house where Feng Duhu slept last night.

"Dong dong dong!"

Feng Duhu was woken up in the dark. He didn't even open his eyes. He just pushed the person sleeping next to him and muttered:

"Go, there's a knock on the door."

If the person sleeping next to him is a wife or concubine of the Feng family, even General Guan will obediently get up on his own initiative.

But the person sleeping next to him was General Guan's wife.

At this time, the Flower Patriarch was even more sleepy than him. He just hummed twice and actually turned over and fell asleep again.

Neither of them was too lazy to move.

"Thump, thump!"

The knocking on the door got louder.

Listening to that sound, if you don't open the door again, I'm afraid someone from outside will break in.

Feng Duhu shouted impatiently:

"Who?"

"it's me!"

The wife's voice sounded outside the door.

Feng Duhu was so excited that he lost all sleep. He quickly turned over and got up. He casually grabbed a robe and put it on his body before opening the door: "Here he comes!"

As soon as the door bolt was pulled, the two ladies on the left and right rushed in with people.

"Hold the lamp!"

The lights were lit in the room, and the flower patriarch on the couch asked in a daze: "What's the matter?"

Feng Duhu glanced at the night leak on the table, it was only midnight!

"Don't you have to go to court today?"

During the last day of the dynasty, there were four days of rest. At the same time, there was an official office in the front yard of the Right Hussar General's Mansion, so you could work from home. Feng Duhu said that the Han Dynasty was quite humane.

What are the two ladies doing in the middle of the night?

"You don't have to go to court, you have to go to the city gate!"

The right lady said bluntly, "Before Alang went to bed last night, did he forget that he had to go to the east gate to welcome the spring today?"

After Mrs. You reminded her, Feng Duhu slapped his head and said, "I almost forgot!"

Madam Right glanced at Patriarch Hua, who was sitting motionless on the couch with eyes wide open in confusion, trying to turn on his phone:

"I don't think it's close, but Wenrou Township is too gentle, so I forgot about it, right?"

Mrs. Zuo didn't say anything. She stepped forward, lifted up the quilt, slapped her on the back several times, and shouted:

"What are you still doing? Get up quickly! Did I tell you before going to bed last night not to sleep to death? Alang will get up early and go to the east gate today."

The east gate of Chang'an City is much farther than the Weiyang Palace of the previous dynasty.

Even if he didn’t remind him, he actually dared to ask Alang to get up and open the door while he slept to death on the couch. It’s really unreasonable!

This woman is really getting lazy.

It wasn't like this before.

Patriarch Hua was forced to turn on his phone by Madam Zuo. Only then did he react and started to leave, while trying to explain:

"Oh, oh, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes..."

When Mrs. Zuo heard this, she turned around and glared at Feng Duhu bitterly.

Even though I knew I had to get up early today, I still bothered so much.

From tomorrow onwards, as long as the concubine is sleeping, there must be one more person!

Feng Duhu didn't dare to say anything more, so he kept his head busy and took a shower.

I was also puzzled. I obviously went to bed early last night and didn't bother with it for long. This Xiaowu was too weak.

A day's plan begins in the morning, a year's plan begins in spring.

The welcoming of spring outside the city on the first day of spring is a major festival that people all over the world must participate in.

Because it represents the beginning of spring plowing.

For officials in the capital, its importance is no less than the annual imperial meeting.

However, this does not include military commanders, because military commanders do not need to participate in the Spring Festival Ceremony.

Feng Duhu was in charge of the internal and external military affairs, and he was also a minister of civil and military affairs. He was well-equipped with both civil and military affairs. Those who were able worked hard, so they also had to participate.

And he's also the host.

This is probably the most equal moment for officials across the country in a year.

Because regardless of their status, they all wear green clothes, and there is no distinction between noble and noble.

It is much more convenient to wear than court clothes.

After hurriedly eating a few bites of the meal that had been prepared long ago, Feng Duhu left the house, got on his horse, and waved to the wives and concubines standing at the door of the house holding lanterns:

"It's very cold outside. Go back quickly. I'll be back in the morning."

After finishing speaking, under the escort of the personal guards of the mansion, he headed towards the east gate.

In terms of the five elements, in spring, the grass and trees are long and the color is green, facing east, so the sacrifice should be in the eastern suburbs.

The emperor asked Feng Duhu, the actual head of the hundred officials, to preside over this year's Spring Festival. In addition to showing his importance to the beginning of spring, he also showed his favor to Feng Duhu.

When Feng Duhu arrived at the east gate, a group of officials were already waiting.

"The Central Protector is here."

Facing the salutes of all the officials, Feng Duhu quickly dismounted his horse and returned the salute:

"I've met my colleagues."

"Invite the Central Protector this way."

"Work hard, work hard."

It was dark, with lanterns hung at the city gate and many torches set up around it, but I could barely see the people nearby clearly.

After not long waiting, I heard the etiquette officer shout:

"The auspicious time has come, line up and raise the flags!"

Everyone, headed by Feng Duhu, quickly arranged their formation in order.

Then someone came over holding a big banner and handed it to Feng Duhu's hand.

Fortunately, Feng Duhu is young and strong, and he has not failed in his training over the years. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to lift such a big flag.

The city gate was opened with a rumble, Feng Duhu walked at the front holding a big blue banner, followed by hundreds of officials, and behind him were the wealthy households from the capital township and others.

At this time, it was not the turn of ordinary people to show up, so they could sleep peacefully until dawn - this fact made Feng Duhu envious.

After leaving the outskirts of the city, Feng Duhu fixed the green flag and shouted: "Welcome the Spring!"

The people at the back no longer maintained their formation, but shouted in all directions: "Welcome the Spring!"

Someone lit a bonfire, and performers wearing strange, ferocious, or ferocious masks began to perform Nuo opera around the bonfire.

Commonly known as the dancing master.

At the same time, some people began to build native cattle in the shape of a plow.

When the Tuniu Turen took shape, a short man walked out of the wilderness not far away.

As I got closer, I discovered that it was a young boy, wearing a green scarf and a green robe.

Feng Duhu shouted again: "Spring is here!"

"Spring is here!"
To be continued...