Royal Road - Chapter 139

[Chapter 138]

“Your Majesty has moved to Chang’an.” Liang Feng threw down the Dibao in his hand, only to feel that he couldn’t even send out the fire.

A few days ago, Zhang Fang took the emperor away from Luoyang and headed to Guanzhong.

After receiving the news, the King of Hejian immediately led 30,000 paces out to greet him, and welcomed the unwilling emperor into Chang’an City.

In this way, the world has two capitals, one is Chang’an, where the emperor is located, called Xitai; the other is Luoyang, where there is an empty palace and a few bureaucrats, called Liutai.

The two aspects did not stop. Not long after the emperor left Luoyang, when he stayed in Taiwan, he restored the sheep queen who had been abolished by Zhang Fang before, amnesty the world, and tried to prove his existence.

With such a messy Di report in his hands, what else could Liang Feng say?

Do you want these 20 or 30-year-old Sima Jun Wang to stop?

I’m afraid no one has this ability.

Power can shine in the eyes of all people, not to mention the supreme position.

After taking the Dibao and reading it quickly, Duan Qin said solemnly: “Now the King of Chengdu has fallen into disrepair, the King of Hejian is sitting in Guanzhong, and he has the Son of Heaven in his hands

. The city belongs to Duke Pingchang, and the King of Gaomi is also stationed in Luoyang. Although the King of Donghai is defeated, his battle is undiminished. After all, the transfer of the emperor’s capital is a major event, so how can we just give up this hastily.”

Duke Pingchang and King Gaomi are both brothers of the King of Donghai. With two people occupying Yecheng and Luoyang, Sima Yue was not a complete defeat.

Coupled with the ill-conceived Yuzhou governor, King Fan Yang, it would be strange for them to watch the treasure of the Son of Heaven fall into the hands of King Hejian.

Just by looking at the queen sheep Xianrong who was abandoned like a puppet, you should know that the two parties have not really reached an agreement.

It’s just a matter of time and place to confront each other again.

“The important affairs of the DPRK and China have nothing to do with me. The most urgent task is to take care of the official fields and settle the refugees.” Liang Feng said coldly.

He has no interest in this kind of hyena carnival.

Whoever wins in the end is nothing more than a worse ruler.

Hearing this, Cui Ji closed his mouth immediately.

Although he had been following this Liangfujun for a short time, he had somehow sensed some of the other’s temperament.

This manor does not care much about the affairs of the DPRK, and it can even be said that he is extremely indifferent to these disputes over rights.

Others are more or less speculative, and want to find out the situation of the court so that they can stand in line in advance and ensure that they are among the winners.

But Liang Fujun is different, it seems that a prefect position can satisfy him.

This doesn’t match the attitude he showed.

However, Cui Ji did not think this was a disadvantage.

On the contrary, such a pragmatic attitude made him even more heartbroken.

There are countless villains in this world.

But the gentleman who is devoted to the people is very poor.

Bingzhou has become so chaotic, and a gentleman is really needed to rule the chaos.

Duan Qin understood Liang Feng’s thoughts better, and immediately said: “The winter solstice will be in a few days. Why don’t we take this opportunity to hold a banquet and perform Nuo to reassure the people.” The

winter solstice has been a big festival since the Han Dynasty.

The government will hold a celebration ceremony and banquet.

There are no official affairs, the army is on standby, and relatives and friends visit each other, which can be said to be the only celebration of Zhengdan.

Liang Feng was still white last year, and he could only spend the twelfth day of worshiping ancestors and gods.

And this year, he is already the prefect of Shangdang, so naturally he can order He Dong.

Hearing this, Liang Feng thought for a moment, then nodded and said, “This method is feasible. In addition to Lucheng, all counties should also hold rural Nuo on the winter solstice.”

Logically speaking, it is a military disaster and an epidemic, so that every It is indeed a waste for the county to spend such a sum of money.

However, performing Nuo is different from other ceremonies. It is an ancient ritual to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, eliminate disasters and avoid military disasters.

The meaning it represents alone far outweighs the cost.

Now that the Huns have established a country and the number of refugees has increased rapidly, it is time to find a way to calm people’s hearts.

Duan Qin and Cui Ji understood.

Following the order, the counties quickly prepared for the Winter Celebration Ceremony.

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The sacrificial activities in the prefectural government are naturally larger than those in other counties.

Two days before the winter solstice, an altar was set up in Fuzhong to make preparations.

There were constant sacrifices coming in and out, and Fang Xiangshi and the boy who practiced Nuo also fasted early.

This action immediately made the whole Lucheng lively.

Two days later, Liang Feng stood in front of the altar in a black robe, wearing the Jinxian crown on his head and the seal of the prefect on his waist.

Lead all the officials of the prefectural government to worship the gods together.

In ancient times, only the Son of Heaven could offer sacrifices to heaven and earth. As a prefect, all Liang Feng could ask for was good weather, good weather, and warding off epidemics and disasters.

Respectfully offered sacrifices, and recited the sacrificial texts according to the ancient rites.

Fang Xiangshi, the chief priest wearing a four-eyed golden ghost face and a bear skin, began to dance wildly with his spear and shield.

Drums and trumpets sounded at the same time, accompanied by very rhythmic shouts.

The vibrator composed of one hundred and twenty children also began to dance.

Standing at the head of the officials, Liang Feng couldn’t help feeling a little dazed.

It was the same way last year. At that time, there were only twenty people in front of him, but now, the figure of more than 100 people made of red silk soap and holding a drum has completely changed into a different face.

This Fang Xiangshi was specially invited by the prefectural government, and Cui Ji, the grandson of the famous Confucianism, was painstakingly arranged. Naturally, the ceremony of He Dong was grand and ceremonious, in line with the etiquette.

However, the terrifying majesty of last year was gone, and it was more of a dazzling performance.

Like any sacrificial ceremony, it is dazzling and terrifying.

His thoughts were disturbed by the sudden thought, but Liang Feng did not show it on the face, but restrained his expression and witnessed the Nuo dance with a more solemn gesture.

What he wants is peace of mind, the more professional the performance, the more convincing.

Behind him are the officials of the prefectural government standing quietly and solemnly.

Everyone focused on Fang Xiangshi, who was doing the Nuo, but only one glance looked at the back in front of him.

Yi Yan also remembered last year.

At that time he was dressed in bearskin and stood before the man.

With a heavy ghost face on his face, he couldn’t see anything else, only the figure flickered under the firelight.

There is a focused gaze that makes his blood swell, and can’t wait to die, there is appreciation, admiration, trust and hope, only for him!

But today, what he faces is only a back.

Beside him, there are still more than a dozen officials, even if he can surpass others, it is only a mere step.

The drums rumbled, like winter thunder, hitting my heart.

Yi Yan lowered his gaze silently, without saying a word, standing behind Liang Feng like a statue.

After going around the prefect’s mansion, Fang Xiangshi quickly rushed out of the gate with the vibrators and ran towards the city.

The Nuo exorcism ceremony has to completely jump over several main roads in the city and clean up the filth one by one.

And the matter of the Hedong Festival in the Prefect’s Mansion will also spread to every corner of the Shangdang along with their Nuo dance.

After the big Nuo, there is the official banquet. The new prefect invites all the officials of the prefectural government, and even ordinary petty officials can eat two hot dishes and wontons filled with plump mutton.

This arrangement is definitely a good sign for the people in the war-torn county.

Fu Jun did not forget their hard work in the past six months, nor did he neglect those ancient rituals that were about to be forgotten.

How long has it been since Lucheng held such a large-scale Nuo?

What about the entire Shang Party territory?

Today, the ruler of the government is thinking about them, thinking about the more than 10,000 households under his control.

Where can such a good official be found?

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With such an idea, the county government was all delighted.

Liang Feng made an exception to prepare wine and singing and dancing. After eating this meal, it was a three-day holiday, so naturally he had to drink freely.

A meal is full of wine and food, and the guests and hosts are full of joy.

With the smell of alcohol, Liang Feng returned to the back house.

He hadn’t had a few drinks, but there were more than one drinker at the banquet, and even Jiang Da was so bewildered that he forgot his job as a doctor.

Not to mention other wine lovers.

Sitting down on the couch and instructing Lvzhu to pour a cup of tea, Liang Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems that Duan Qin’s suggestion really works.

Some things, to do or not to do, are two concepts.

It is not useless to set up so many official festivals and celebrations in ancient times.

For those plain-headed people who don’t know big characters, the words and deeds of the government are the only thing they can rely on.

Otherwise, there will be no worship of “parent officials” and “Master Qingtian” passed down from generation to generation.

As a result, festivals such as the Zhengdan Banquet, the Beginning of Spring Whip the Bull, and the Shangsi Tour Banquet must also be prepared one by one.

I just hope that in the spring of next year, there will not be too much trouble on the Xiongnu side.

Just thinking about it, someone outside the door said: “Fu Jun, Young Master Rong is asking to see you.”

Why did Rong’er come?

Liang Feng sat up straight: “Bring him in.”

Also in formal attire, Liang Rong walked into the bedroom, bowed and saluted: “My son, I wish my father a safe winter, no illness and no disaster.”

Liang Feng then realized that this was from Liang Rong for his holiday.

The winter solstice is also the day when children pay their respects to their parents and elders. Last year, the two of them celebrated the festival together in Liangfu, but this year they forgot about it because of He Dong.

Unexpectedly, Liang Rong had been waiting, so he wanted to congratulate himself on this “Asian New Year”.

Qianqian’s drunkenness dissipated and disappeared, Liang Feng smiled and beckoned: “I made Rong Er wait for a long time for my father. Come, let’s draw a picture of the cold with my father.”

This is also the rule set by the two last year, the winter solstice is the On the first day of Counting Nine, when you are ready to eliminate the cold, count the nines to eliminate the cold.

Only last year, Liang Rong received the picture directly, and this year, Liang Feng painted for him in person.

With joy in his heart, Liang Rong walked up quickly, carefully rolled up his sleeves, and grinded for his father with his own hands.

The thick ink melted, and Liang Feng picked up the pen and began to draw Hanmei.

Last year, he struggled to draw plum blossoms. After all, he only practiced willow body style, and he did not specialize in painting.

However, in the past year, he has made great progress in both writing and painting.

This is the basic skill of survival, not to mention, there is not much entertainment left for him to enjoy now.

Thick ink outlines the jagged plum branches, light ink depicts the delicate plum petals, and after a while, a cluster of black plum blossoms blooms all over the branches.

Liang Feng stopped writing and smiled at Liang Rong, who was staring at the picture in a daze: “Rong’er, today is the day of nine, do you want to paint the first petal?”

Liang Rong nodded immediately: “Yes!

” With a wink on cinnabar, the little guy took another fine pen handed over by his father and traced it carefully.

In the little hands that still had some baby fat, a black plum dyed vermilion and bloomed on the branches.