Chapter 572: The crowd sacrificed her to the theater

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On the fifteenth day of the first month, the royal sacrifice.
Before daybreak, Ye Liuli and Dongfang Chen stood up, Magnolia and Yuzhu entered, and began to help them dress up in a palace.
Today is a royal sacrifice to heaven and pray for the abundance of grains. There is a special palace costume. Participants include not only the royal members, but also the Manchu tribute and martial arts. And the clothing on this day is also uniform, even the subordinates like Yuzhu have special clothes.
The sacrificial palace dress is more solemn than usual, layer by layer, layer upon layer. When all the people wear and wear matching jewelry and hats, Ye Liuli only feels 20-30 pounds.
Although the Dongfang 未 did not say a word, the prince's costume was only heavy. "Liu Li, if you can't afford it, pretend to be sick. I will know with my father."
Ye Liuli rolled his eyes, "Do you think you will succeed if you pretend to be sick? The emperor has counted everything, and left and right things are packed, and we will leave after the sacrifice. It is not bad this time." Besides, I didn't wear such heavy clothes. Is the radiation-proof lead coat in the hospital so heavy? "
Magnolia hesitated, "Prince concubine, otherwise the slaves will go too, the slaves are afraid that Yuzhu alone will not serve well."
Ye Liuli said, "No, you're pregnant, don't be too frustrated. Besides, we are going to leave at night. I have to personally check my luggage. I just rest assured that you will do it." It can be dropped, but the treasures of the queen queen and the queen royal gift cannot be dropped, remember! "
Magnolia couldn't help crying and laughing. "The princess and mother-in-law can rest assured that such a precious thing will never fall off."
Then, when the hour came, Xi Shi entered the Neitongyu, Dongfangyu and Ye Liuli got on the carriage and headed out of the city.
Unlike the ancient Chinese Temple of Heaven set in the city, the Huang Family Temple of the South Zhao Kingdom was set near the imperial mausoleum outside the city. After all, the Southern Zhao Kingdom did not compare from territory to ancient and powerful ancient China. Children, do the most things with the least funds.
The carriage wobbled without knowing it. The dignified and stunning princess Princess slept on the thigh of the king in the carriage and slept for a while, because her improper posture hindered normal breathing, and she snored slightly.
After Yi Xiang Xiang's time elapsed, Ye Liuli woke up and opened his eyes, but found that Dongfang Li was serious, his eyes were fixed on his front, and his brows were frowned, but he didn't know what to think about.
"Heart, what are you thinking?" Curiously asked.
Dongfang Yuan looked back and squeezed a smile, "Awake? Are you thirsty?" But did not answer.
Ye Liuli got up and helped her heavy hair. "Don't try to diverge from the topic, tell me what you think."
Dongfang sighed, "It's just a cranky self-inflicted thought, let alone mention it."
"Is there a bad hunch?"
"..."
Dong Fang stared in surprise at Ye Liuli.
Ye Liuli lowered her eyes, and her exquisite makeup was expressionless. "Actually, I did too."
"..."
After half an hour, arrived at the tomb.
But I saw that among the dense trees, a stone gate was magnificent, and looking inward, it was a long road paved with white marble, and at the end of the road was a palace. However, this palace is not the red-walled glazed tiles of the imperial palace, but the blue bricks and black tiles, just like the palace of the King of Yan, solemn and eerie.
Even though the Emperor's Mausoleum was full of civil and military officials and guards, it was silent, a cold wind blew, and the dead branches rustled.
Even if the building is even grander, it is also a mausoleum. When he arrives here, Ye Liuli feels cold and uncomfortable.
Dongfang Ling wants to embrace Ye Liuli to shield him from the wind, but the emperor's mausoleum should not tolerate chaos.
Although Ye Liuli is wayward, he is also a person of modestness. He stands in the crowd and does not speak, but just looks around curiously before dropping his head.
Then, an with a duster came forward, "The slave has seen His Royal Highness the King, Chitose Chitose Chitose."
Dong Fang nodded. "No courtesy."
The respectfully said, "If the Lord is fine, please follow the slave list."
"Okay," Dongfang Zheng turned his head to Ye Liuli with an uneasy glance, "You just follow the ten princesses."
"Yes, rest assured." Ye Liuli said.
Seeing Ye Liuli's well-behaved, the Oriental prince reassured and left with the eunuch.
The ten princess came forward, "Luri, our daughter-in-law is standing there."
"Okay, let's go." Ye Liuli said.
Soon, the crowd was divided into several sections, including the Royal Forest in blue, officials in official robes, and royals in palace clothes, with men and women divided into two queues.
The queen and queen were not seen in the crowd of female relatives, and they wanted to come to the heavenly ritual with the emperor. The head of the female family was Zhao Guifei.
The royal crowd is vast and not less than officials, not only because there are many female harem families, but also people from the Eastern family.
After another half an hour, when Ye Liuli, who was wearing a heavy sacrifice palace, stood with his legs numb, she only listened to the ritual trumpet, and the long and melodious sound made the whole world solemn, even Ye Luli, who did not believe in ghosts, At this time, my heart also brought a bit of reverence. I just hoped to use sincerity to impress God, and survive the difficult times, good weather, and Guotai Min'an.
After the ceremonial horn sounded, there were ritual music and drums.
The master of ceremonies gave an order, and then the first to enter was the guard with a banner in hand, followed by the maid with some sacrifices.
After the guards entered, they stood around the circular altar, and then the maids came forward one by one and placed the tributes on the altar.
Immediately afterwards, a group of people in brick-colored robes entered.
The headed person is an elderly priest, a brown silk robe, embellished with gold, a slender figure, a crane-like face, and a very imposing manner.
Ye Liuli was puzzled, and whispered to the ten princesses next to him, "Isn't it that only the royal relatives can wear bright yellow?"
The ten princess whispered, "This man is a state teacher, and he is wearing a royal sacrificial robe. This robe can only be worn during sacrifice. It is usually not allowed to wear it.
Ye Liuli knew it.
Before and after the state teacher, incense and practice.
Ye Liuli admired the whole situation with a kind of performance-oriented vision, and nodded silently—without vain, the performance was very good.
In the last part of the practice, the master flirted with a sword with an inscribed pattern and danced while reading a word in the mouth, or asking for a god, or praying for life, and the broad robe was gorgeous and beautiful.
Suddenly, the master shouted, but saw that the sword pointed at the center of the worship platform, almost instantaneously, the huge brazier in the center ignited a raging fire.
Ye Liuli was startled and took a breath—is this an institution?
Definitely an institution!
Ye Liuli knows to some extent these obstacles, such as run water, such as white phosphorus.
But this is a ritual and not a magic, it is boring to disassemble, what is required is sincerity.
As a result, Ye Liuli continued to watch the drama, and did not feel the crisis coming.