Royal Road - Chapter 77

[Chapter 77]

Back home, it’s past noon.

After cleaning his hands and face, Liang Feng took off his hunting outfit and put on Xuan Duan.

This is the dress that the feudal lords will only wear when they offer sacrifices. The black color has no decoration, and it is upright and very dignified.

Dressed in Xuan Duan and wearing a crown on his head, he took Liang Rong to the family temple.

In the Han Dynasty, it was popular to build ancestral halls on the left side of the tomb, which was extravagant and did not conform to the ritual system.

Therefore, in the Jin Dynasty, the construction of ancestral halls was prohibited, and only the princes could establish family temples.

The Liang family, as Tinghou, naturally also had a family temple where they could sacrifice “less labor”, that is, sacrifice their ancestors with sheep and pigs.

The animals had already been prepared, and they were placed on the altar together with the grains and the wild things obtained from the field hunting.

Although the population is thin, the rituals of the sacrificial ceremony cannot be less than half. After sacrificing the ancestors, the mountains and the five sacrificial sacrifices according to the rules, the sun has already set in the west, and it is the last link of the sacrificial sacrifice.

Wearing that dignified and restrained robe, Liang Feng came to the side courtyard.

At this moment, under the watchtower, a high platform was erected, and a person stood on it.

He was tall, dressed in bear skin, dark clothes and red robes, with a ferocious ghost face and four golden eyes. He held a spear in one hand and a strong shield in the other, like a ghost walking to the world.

This is Fang Xiangshi, the chief priest in the Nuo ceremony.

Beside him are twelve children with hair combed and horns, all of them are dongzi, all made of red silk and soap, holding drums, and pretending to be twelve divine beasts.

There are also twelve servants on the periphery, holding horns and torches, standing solemnly.

Looking around at the people in the courtyard, Liang Feng walked up to the watchtower.

Standing in front of the wooden railing, he said loudly: “Erna leads the age of the old Nuo, expel the group!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the dull drums and trumpets sounded in unison, and Fang Xiang raised his spear and trumpet high. The shield seemed to dance wildly, and it also seemed to be fighting fiercely with unknown ghosts. The scorpions around him cooperated with his movements and shouted loudly: “Nuo! Nuo!”

This was a cry to scare away the evil spirits.

The dance is ancient and clumsy, and the shouting is simple, but in the simplicity, there is a chilling air.

Just because those who perform Nuo are not those who dance the gods, this ceremony is designed to drive away disasters and pray for good weather in the coming year.

All those involved were in awe, convinced and valued their responsibilities.

When such emotions are gathered in one place, they can naturally give rise to breathtaking power.

The drums and trumpets grew louder and louder, almost deafening, and with this sound all the doors opened.

Liangfu, farmhouses, farmers, and even the gates of the villages far away, all the doors are open.

After walking around the yard for a while, Fang Xiang led the robbers to dance to the distance. They had to follow the road and pass through each household to take away the bad corpses and drive away the severe cold.

Those villagers all stood leaning against the door, as if welcoming a real god, and respectfully stood aside.

This job is never easy.

However, holding a heavy spear and a large shield, Fang Xiang did not stop for a step, so he ran across the farm, stepped out of the courtyard gate, and came all the way to the front of the village gate.

The sky was already dark, and the twelve torches were handed over to the knights who had been waiting by the door for a long time. They took the torches and rode their horses to the distance without hesitation.

As long as the torch is thrown into the distant river, all the disease will be carried away by the river.

The fire flickered and disappeared in an instant.

The shocking drum music stopped, but the cheers came faintly, getting louder and louder, it seemed that the whole farm was singing in unison.

In this era, there are not even firecrackers, and there is no fixed Spring Festival ceremony. However, this Nuo is more festive than any ceremony.

Listening to the joyful shout in his ears, Liang Feng exhaled a long breath: “Let’s have a banquet.”

After the big Nuo, there is a big banquet, and every household should prepare a sumptuous and delicious meal.

It may not be surprising in normal times, but in Bingzhou after a major disaster and drought, it is very rare.

However, up and down the Liang Mansion, each household received two catties of horse meat, and the army also had wild animals for field hunting.

There is surplus grain in the warehouse, bacon in hand, and a master who is willing to exorcise the plague for them, what else can they ask for?

In the main hall, steaming meals are also prepared.

Because he wanted to eat the newly hunted game, Liang Feng had already instructed the cook to get a few small copper kettles.

A charcoal fire is piled under the kettle, pheasant, mushrooms, and fungus are put into the kettle, and the soup is boiled. Then the venison is marinated with ginger juice and rice wine, cut into thin slices, and placed together with bean sprouts, isatis, and radishes, which are rare in winter. , a dish made of garlic puree and pure oil is placed right in front of you.

After a tiring day, Liang Rong sat beside the desk, looked curiously at the raw meat on the plate and the broth in the pot, and asked, “Father, are you going to eat deer?”

Raw meat is glutinous rice, which has existed since ancient times.

The so-called “eating is not tired of essence, meat is not tired of fineness”, those practices of cutting meat into thin slices and eating raw can be called meat.

Liang Feng smiled and said, “It’s not suitable to eat raw in winter. Just pick up these sliced

meat and vegetables with a chopstick, put them in the soup, and they can be cooked in a moment. This kind of hot food is the most appropriate.”

Rong suddenly regained his senses, but his father didn’t move his chopsticks, so he couldn’t move them either, so he just stared at the boiling soup in the pot.

After a while, he heard footsteps coming from outside the house. He looked up and saw that the man with strange eyes walked in.

Why is he coming?

Liang Rong frowned unconsciously, but the two adults didn’t pay attention to him.

Yi Yan stepped into the house, leaned over and saluted: “My lord, the torch has been thrown into the river.”

Liang Feng nodded: “Today’s Nuo ceremony, thank you for your hard work.”

It was Yi Yan who played Fang Xiang on stage today.

Holding a heavy spear and a shield, but also dancing, shouting, and walking in and out of the mansion, the amount of activity can be imagined, not to mention that Yi Yan also hunted a leopard in the morning.

“Pray for the Lord’s blessing, but the subordinates don’t feel the pain.” The sweat on Yi Yan’s forehead has not yet faded, but his eyes are fixed on the person in front of him.

The solemn Xuan Duan had already been replaced, and Liang Feng had returned to his Yan Ju look.

However, no matter whether it is hunting clothes or dresses, or the ordinary clothes in front of him, it does not harm the appearance.

The lord took him hunting and ordered him to dance the Nuo. Is there anything heavier than trust?

Getting used to Yi Yan’s appearance, Liang Feng smiled and said, “Sit down and have dinner with us.”

“Thank you, my lord!” Yi Yan immediately got up and sat behind the table.

This is a family banquet for the Queen of Nuo. The lord invites him to come together, doesn’t he consider him as a family member?

Liang Rong’s eyes widened involuntarily. Father actually let this Jie person sit at the table?

Why didn’t this guy go to the army and have to come to join him and his grandfather’s family dinner?

However, no matter how awkward he was in his heart, the good tutor made the little guy unable to speak, so he had to hold on to the corner of his clothes.

Liang Feng did not forget Liang Rong, and said to Chao Yu who was waiting on the side: “Don’t let Rong’er fill the meat by himself, just help him put it into the bowl. The garlic oil should also be less sticky, so it’s not too spicy.

” On the side, he turned his head and said to Yiyan: “You can put the meat yourself, boil it in the kettle for a while, and it will be

ready to use. If you don’t think it’s spicy, you can add some garlic oil yourself.” Both sides explained, Liang Fengcai raised his chopsticks with great interest and put a piece of venison into the broth.

Soon the meat slices were rolled up, picked up the meat, lightly dipped it on the garlic plate, and put it in the mouth.

This is the fattest piece of the deer, soaked in the ginger rice wine, it doesn’t feel fishy at all, and the entrance is melted, only the strong fragrance reverberates.

In the big winter, this is the way to eat hot pot.

Nodding in satisfaction, Liang Feng raised his head, only to find that everyone, one big and one small, was staring at him, and he couldn’t help laughing: “The style is a bit novel, but the taste is really good. Use it quickly.

” With red lips, Yi Yan swallowed her saliva unconsciously, but felt a burning hunger in her belly.

Without any hesitation, he picked up a big lump of meat and cooked it.

Liang Rong glanced at the rude Jie man, bowed his head sullenly, and began to eat the meat slices that Chaoyu gave him.

After chewing a couple of bites, I felt that it was sweeter than all the meats I had eaten in the past, and I couldn’t help looking at my father in admiration.

Dad really knows everything!

He also put several small bird eggs here, which must have been specially prepared for him by my father.

It would be nice if there wasn’t this Capricorn.

Both happy and worried, the little guy ate the delicacies on the plate with complicated thoughts.

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Sima Yi strode into the inner hall, he was not wearing armor, but a Xuan Duan Ji clothes.

Although Luoyang was besieged and fought fiercely for several months, the La Festival still cannot be missed.

On the contrary, having His Majesty preside over the sacrifices can somewhat appease the people in the city.

They won another game before, and the Youzhou side also started to attack Chang’an.

It is still Zu Ti’s ingenious method. The prefect Liu Shen is extremely talented and loyal to the country. As long as the King of Hejian can be feared and recall Zhang Fang, he will have a chance of winning this battle.

Thinking of his half-brother, Sima Yi couldn’t help clenching his fists.

Since the execution of King Qi, Sima Ying has become more and more arrogant. It is not enough to remotely control the government in Yecheng. He also wants to kill the Queen’s father and Huangfu Shang, and even ignores the fact that King Hejian sent someone to assassinate him.

How is this different from the original King Zhao, King Qi and others?

The imperial court has been raising troops for more than ten years, and the people are struggling to survive.

If the imperial court can regain power and all officials return to their hearts, they will naturally be able to save this crumbling world.

However, when Wang Yan was dispatched before, he still failed to persuade Sima Ying.

He would rather kill each other, would rather coerce the court, and he would not give up his authority.

If he is allowed to enter Luoyang, will His Majesty still be safe?

Is the court still stable?

No matter what, he must defend Luoyang!

Although his heart was full of worry and anger, Sima Yi, as always, knelt before the case.

Above the case, Jing is the memorial submitted by the courtiers.

He has ordered several times, ordering the palace maids to pound rice by hand for military rations.

He also made men over thirteen years old to serve as slaves, sent slaves to garrison troops, and ordered Wang Gonggong to warehouse.

With all these measures, the soldiers must be united and willing to die.

If the military heart is available, Luoyang will not be attacked by the enemy, as long as it is defended for a few more days…

A burst of messy footsteps suddenly came, the door of the main hall was slammed open, and a bodyguard covered in blood shouted: ” My lord! Run away…” Before

he could finish speaking, a shot came out of his habitual chest.

The soldier opened his mouth, blood spurted out of his mouth, and slowly fell to the ground.

The temple door was completely pushed open, stepping over the man’s corpse, and several temple guards dressed in armor and carrying knives and guns rushed in.

“Great Governor! Now Luoyang is not living well for the people, the rice and grain are all cut off, and all of them are caused by chaos. Please also ask the Governor to follow his subordinates to the front of the Majesty, please open the city, stop the army and become jade!”

Sima Yi opened his eyes angrily, looking at The familiar faces in front of them: “Who asked you to come?!”

“Naturally, it is the officials in the city!” One of the generals sneered, “The commander only cares about the merits of the war, regardless of the lives of the officials, do you still hope that everyone will return? ”

“Hahaha…” Sima Yi burst into laughter, “If the King of Chengdu entered Luoyang, would the officials be able to leave their lives? Have you forgotten about Zhao Wanglun and Qi Wangjing?! If these people are the masters, then the hundred officials will end.

The laughter was full of resentment, full of unwillingness, and it made one’s hair stand on end. Those palace guards did not dare to hesitate, they rushed forward and held down Sima Yi: “Captain, please rest assured, you are a clan, as long as you Ask Your Majesty to apologize, and he will forgive you…”

Forgive him? Of course His Majesty will forgive him, but will Sima Ying, who has lost his army and lost his generals, forgive him? Will the people who colluded with the generals in the hall and who attacked behind him forgive him? Great rivers and mountains, Why should it be destroyed in the hands of these traitors? He struggled for a long time, but he was folded in the hands of the villain behind him. He was really unwilling!

The mysterious crown on his head rolled to the ground, and the dignified clothes were stained with blood, but none of the people in the hall cared. That

night, Sima Yi was imprisoned in Jin Yongcheng, in this cold palace where countless Sima ethnic groups were once imprisoned.