But what is more important on this day is that the emperor will sacrifice in the southern suburbs on the Winter Solstice. Wen Fei, as Shangfu, the Heavenly Master of the Guardian Kingdom, the Taoist leader, and the envoy sent by the Saint Ancestor of the Heavenly Emperor, naturally, Wen Fei must not be spared in this important day. He even personally presided over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven with the emperor.

Speaking of which, this is the supreme glory, but it is just a sacrifice to the southern suburbs, but it is much harder than imagined. Three days in advance, the emperor had to say goodbye to the concubines and move to the Daqing Hall to do all the preparations.

The winter solstice is in the southern suburbs of Huanqiu to worship the sky, but Huanqiu is outside Nanxunmen. At midnight, at 11 or 12 o'clock, you have to set off from Qingcheng. In the middle of the winter, you will start to get up and tossing.

The so-called Qingcheng is Qingcheng Palace, which is the Zhai Palace. As the emperor, you must fast and bathe in Qingcheng in advance. After the third update, you must set off, travel south to Quqi and go west about one mile, enter the outer east gate, and reach the second inside, set up a big curtain in the south, which is called the "big sequence".

The ancestral sacrifice is called a Qing temple, and the veterinary resident is called a road sleeper. This is probably the meaning.

That is to say, changing clothes in this big tent, the emperor originally wore boots and robes in Qingcheng, and changed his sacrificial clothes here. The so-called sacrificial clothes are the crown robe of the emperor. The flat crown, twenty-four tassels, green dragon robe, mid-lane red robe, and pure jade pendant. Two close officials (ethnics) were supported to the altar. There was a small hall in front of the altar, called "Xiaoci", with an imperial throne inside. You can rest here.

With this identity, Wen Fei naturally had to accompany Zhao Ji all the way. He followed him without sleeping all night and was struggling back and forth. You should know that the ceremony of worshiping the sky in the southern suburbs can be regarded as the most solemn ceremony. It is usually once every three years. This time, it was because of a paradise like Wen Fei who descended in person, and he sacrificed one year earlier.

The so-called Huanqiu is actually a large circular altar with three layers in total. It is different from the Ming and Qing Dynasties later in the later generations. Huanqiu was the Temple of Heaven in Beijing, but Huanqiu in this era had to abide by the ancient laws, just built with rammed earth. It is basically a three-story earth platform.

The first layer is 81 z. The number of nine or nine is used. The second layer uses thirty-six or nine is used, fifty-four is used, and thirty-five-century is used, and thirty-seven is used, and each is 27 feet high.

It is said that in the Eastern Han Dynasty, there were a total of 1,514 gods who worshiped the gods. By the Northern Song Dynasty, there were no more gods during the sacrifices, and there seemed to be thirty,690.

Although sacrifice to heaven is a national ceremony, how to proceed is changed every few decades. After many changes, it makes people feel very troublesome. Although I often explain it to me along the way, Wen Fei didn't remember it.

The three realms holy position arranged by Wen Fei and others. The so-called innate gods, the so-called innate gods, have no place in this Huanqiu.

However, in the court, new rituals are performed, and sacrifices are arranged according to the god seats arranged by Wen Fei when he preached last time. These should have been the affairs of Confucian disciples, but who made Wen Fei fool people with that sound and light effect?

Originally, the first floor was the sacrifice of Haotian, Emperor, Beiji, Tianyi, and Taiyi. But now the first floor is the sacrifice of Emperor Haotian and the Three Pure Gods. This kind of thing is so serious. Naturally, it is impossible to go smoothly. Before he reached the altar, the crown prince Zhao Heng stopped in front: "Since ancient times, worshiping the sky in the southern suburbs is the most important ceremony in the country, and everything has an ancient system. Now, the method of worshiping the sky with Your Majesty is not included in the sacrificial ritual. Please ask the emperor to observe it clearly!"

"Boom..." The entire Dazun Temple seemed to sway, and the golden light shrouded on it quickly weakened. The souls protected by the Dazun's divine power woke up and looked blankly at an army of divine lights, pressing outside the Dazun Temple.

This army is dressed similarly to the regular army of Xixia, but every soldier is also a soul, but each soldier is covered with a thin layer of golden light, turning into armor to protect him. Mysterious patterns and spells appear on it.

"Boom..." Another huge shock, the Dazun Temple was shaking. The Western Xia Ghost Army launched a series of trenchers and threw stone bullets carved with patterns at the Dazun Temple. It was so dark that it was turned into something that suddenly hit the light curtain. Suddenly, the divine light of the entire Dazun Temple became shaking...

Wen Fei was originally drowsy and drowsy, but at this time he was excited and knew that the show was coming. He knew that this ceremony of sacrifice to heaven could not be carried out so easily.

Since the last accident, Prince Zhao Heng was frightened and returned to the Eastern Palace, he had a serious illness. He had no news for a long time. When he saw him again, he had a pale face that had just recovered from the serious illness. Even wearing the prince's crown robe, he still looked empty and could fly away by the wind.

Zhao Ji looked at it and felt displeased. Although he was a romantic emperor, he also liked to play and exercise, such as Cuju, and his health was naturally not bad. However, when he saw Zhao Heng's appearance as a tuberculosis, his brows frowned. As the prince, he inherited the throne in the future. How can this look make people feel at ease?

At this time, Prince Yun Zhao Kai stood up and shouted, "Brother, if you have something to say later, the time will be coming soon. The sacrifice to heaven cannot be delayed!"

The two of them stood together, and Zhao Kai stood taller and stood taller, and the elegant tree was in the wind. Especially among these sons, Zhao Kai looked the most like Zhao Ji, which made Zhao Ji feel more satisfied. He waved his sleeves and said, "Kai'er, take your elder brother down!"

Zhao Heng made a hand, and with his little strength, he could not break free. Zhao Kai was pulled down and couldn't help but go down. Zhao Heng suddenly shouted: "Father..."

Zhao Ji's face suddenly darkened: "I can't go on, don't delay the time!"

Zhao Heng has always been afraid of his father Zhao Ji. When he saw Zhao Ji change his face, he suddenly felt panicked. The courage he had finally raised suddenly disappeared. He was pulled by Zhao Kai and retreated.

Seeing this scene, the ministers all winked and thought about it in their hearts.

Before Wen Fei could come forward, Zhao Heng was dealt with and took him down. At this time, the censors in the palace stood up and stared at him, looking at who would not have eyes at this time and dare to stand up and talk nonsense.

When the joy of Jing'an became the sound of Jia'an, Wen Fei was half a step behind Zhao Ji and ascended to Huanqiu. All the ministers bowed to the ground. Suddenly, a sacred and solemn atmosphere enveloped the surroundings. Even Wen Fei's steps slowed down.

As the two of them ascended to the top of the sky, a vast and vast aura enveloped them. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!