Chapter 1118: The huge tablet in the temple

Because it was the emperor who came to pray for the princess, long before this day came, the guards of the court came here to defend, although it was dark at this time, as in the middle of the night, lanterns had been hung around the temple to light up Neatly lined up guards.
And some of the ministers and ministers who accompanied the sacrifice came to the Taimiao Temple early and were now lined up.
Of course, every person who enters will be checked clearly at the door and only allowed to enter if he is verified.
I asked Lao Zhu to park the carriage far away in an unobtrusive place on the street corner, let him and Cai Wei find a place to drink tea, and then led Du Yan and walked over.
I did not walk with the Princes and Ministers, but went to the side door on the other side, where someone was guarding. When we saw us passing by, I immediately reached out and stopped, and I took the one Chang Qing gave me from my arms. Slap hands.
The man took a look, looked at me and Du Yan again, and said nothing to push away, we were released.
As soon as I walked in, I found that it was even brighter. All the roads were lined with palace lights, which illuminated the entire Taimiao temple with bright lights. There were many silk urns hanging on the trees. The use of the wind blows, all in front of them are flying shadows, especially eye-catching.
We entered the side door and walked along the path.
Several pines and cypresses are planted on both sides of this path. Although there are few trees, the trees are large. I do n’t know if they are hundreds of years old. The tree cover is like a huge green umbrella that covers a large area of ​​the surrounding land, if not There are palace lights on both sides of the path, which is almost as dark as the night.
In front of me, a slender figure, standing with a lantern in his hand, was standing there. As soon as we approached, he immediately saluted: "Miss Yan."
I walked over: "You are--"
"The queen maiden sent slaves to guide Miss Yan."
"Oh."
I nodded in a hurry: "Thanks a lot."
"Miss Yan, you're welcome. Please follow your slave."
I don't have much impression of this little palace girl. I should have served in the palace after I left the palace. Perhaps Chang Qing also explained something to her, so although she didn't say much, she was kind to me. Du Yan and I walked along a small path to the side door. As soon as I stepped over, I felt a sudden openness in front of me and had reached the large square in front of the front temple of the Taimiao Temple.
I have n’t been to Taimiao Temple. Although the Queen Mother ’s Tablet was delivered to Taimiao Temple for worship before, I had the opportunity to come, but because of some accidents, I did n’t make a trip because of injuries. This was the first time I really saw Taimiao Temple. True content.
The temple in front of it is tall and towering. The rare two-storey double eaves palace seems to be taller than the palace in the Forbidden City. The golden glazed tiles will make the entire palace beautiful and magnificent.
In the dark night, Xiangdian looks like a giant, and is asleep in awe.
The square in front of Xiangdian is also very wide. The road on the axis is bounded by palace lanterns, and the guards of the Royal Forest stand on both sides, one by one, straight and loose.
I stood at the side door and looked at the scene in front of me. I also sighed in my heart slightly, and the little palace maid had already stepped down the stairs and said gently, "Miss Yan, please here."
I nodded and hurried to follow.
She invited me into a former side hall.
Although the former side hall is not as tall and towering as the hall, it is also very wide, and there are several intervals. The palace lady led me into one of them, and then said, "Miss Yan, please rest here and wait for the blessing After the ceremony, the queen lady will come here to meet the lady. "
I asked, "When does the prayer ceremony begin?"
The palace maid looked at the sky and said, "There is no more than an hour."
"Thank you."
"Stay with me."
She stepped down respectfully, and Du Yan and I stayed in the front side hall.
Although I have not been to the Taimiao Temple, I also know that the two side halls in front of Xiangdian are dedicated to the Lord and the heroes. The place where we are now is dedicated to the heroes.
Today, Pei Yuanzhang is here to pray to his ancestors for the princess of Miaoyan. It is not the same as the ceremony of sacrifice to heaven in previous years, so the front side hall on both sides will not be included in the ceremony of prayer. A row of guards stood under the steps outside the gate, and there was almost no movement inside.
So I walked slowly.
On the oracle, it is really dedicated to the heroes who have contributed to the stability and prosperity of the heavenly dynasty since the founding of the People's Republic. Some of the tablets I know and some I don't know are all enshrined here.
I looked at them one by one, but it seemed like I saw a golden horse and iron horse, and the generals served. The ancient and modern times, Wen Chen's loyal paintings.
Then I saw the tablets of Liu Shizhou and Liu Yi.
It is no accident that they will see their offerings here. The things they did in Jiangnan are enough to keep their names in history, but when they saw them, they were still shocked for a moment.
I dressed up and worshiped them.
Du Yan on the side was quiet and didn't say a word, and didn't ask, but when I got up, I came to help me, and after I helped, I let go and stepped back, I didn't want to follow I mean talking.
Actually at this time, I have nothing to say.
Because, I thought of light cold.
I was thinking, what if it was him?
He did so much for this dynasty and for the people of Jiangnan. If that day is the end of his life, or-if it is really that time, will his tablet appear here?
I dare not think, let alone think about it, he will have that day, but once this problem comes to mind, it keeps coming up, as if a gray dog ​​with memory is driven away, but He sniffed and found the original way again, entangled.
But I think maybe Qing Han himself doesn't care.
What he has to do is always go all out and do his best. He never even considers his life and death. How can he think about how many people will sacrifice, how many people will be grateful, and even how many Do people remember?
I couldn't help but smiled slightly.
At this moment, my eyes were attracted by a tall tablet in the corner on the other side.
The ordinary Wenchen and generals are enshrined here. They are all of the same size, but only the tall one is more than twice as large as the ordinary one. It is also covered with a curtain, as if to prevent dust from falling. I thought it would be an open-minded military general Wenchen, but when I walked over, I gently raised the corner of the tent, looked at it, but was startled.