The Grand Secretary ordered Xiang Sinian to take the edict and arrived at the Chaohui Hall after half an hour. Xuan Jingchen took care of part of the official business, put down the red pen and got up, motioning for the commander to follow her to the small couch in the West Hall.
"What is your majesty's order for me?" The chief minister saw the ceremony, and his eyes fell on the queen. The queen looked at the increasingly stable girl, and said in a warm voice, "I ordered you to come over at night, just because I thought about Emperor Zhao. I heard that people from the Taiyi family can ask the kingdom of God for their souls, but I don't know if the chief minister is in the season of offering sacrifices for Emperor Zhao, so ask for me. Ask her if she is okay?"
Xiang Sinian was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and there was a hint of surprise in his big black and white eyes. Having been by Qing Lan's side for many years, Si Nian has long known what his Majesty's attitude towards Superintendent Tiansi is. Even though Qinglan had helped her break through Yunzhou, His Majesty had never asked for help from the Superintendent of Heaven for many years.
This is the first time that His Majesty has ordered the Chief Minister to do things outside of his duties in the three years since he ascended the throne.
"But, can't?" Xuan Jingchen looked at the young girl's slightly startled face, and shoved back the delusional thoughts that were accidentally stretched out in her chest.
"No way." Xiang Sinian leaned over and explained quickly, "It's just the first time I've been sent by Your Majesty, so I'm very scared."
"Let's ask about the spirit, which is the most important thing. The Taiben Ji has a cloud, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, those who have passed away are indifferent to ordinary dust, and those who live in the dust should not disturb the undead. Taking death as the boundary, forgetting the river and saying goodbye, from then on yin and yang The two have nothing to do with each other." The girl said slowly, explaining to the queen word by word: "The matter of asking the spirit spans life and death, and goes against the wishes of the Eastern Emperor. The minister's cultivation is superficial. Ask for His Majesty."
Xuan Jingchen laughed when he heard the words, sighed lightly, and said, "If that's the case, then forget it."
Xiang Sinian thought for a while, and then said to His Majesty: "In ancient times, asking spirits was all about asking for things. If His Majesty just wanted to say hello to Emperor Zhao, the minister has a way."
"How?"
"Wushan Yunmeng." Xiang Sinian replied, "On the three days of the Emperor Zhao's great sacrifice, His Majesty burns incense and recites scriptures every day, and on the ninth night of the first day of the first year in the Taiyi Temple, the minister offers His Majesty a dance in the cloud, or you can ask for it. I have to meet Emperor Zhao in a dream."
Even in the Hongwen Museum, the queen who learned the scriptures and meanings casually knew the allusions of Wushan Yunmeng. What she asked for was not the goddess's favor, but to ask Yun Zhongjun's permission to meet with her deceased wife.
The believers of Taiyimen have more or less begged Taidao people to ask Yunzhongjun for a Wushan Yunmeng, just to reunite with their deceased lover. The queen, who had never thought of it like this before, after hearing Xiang Sinian's statement, she hesitated for a moment and said, "In this case, if the chief minister has the heart, he may give it a try."
Xiang Sinian bowed his head and said with a smile: "The minister should do his best, only the emperor and the emperor ask Wushan Yunmeng, and the elder and the youngest are required to order the two of them to sing and dance together. Your Majesty, I will do the sacrificial dance. As for the hymn..."
"If Your Majesty doesn't mind, I have a little senior brother, especially good at the words of the gods. She will sing, I will dance, and can we send His Majesty to Yunmengze together?"
"Then just follow what Qing said." The queen nodded and said again: "But this is a private matter, I hope Qing knows, the less people know, the better. As for your little brother..."
"Chen Xingda." Xiang Sinian bowed his head, the immature girl seemed to understand everything, and showed a smile that reassured the queen. Xu Jingchen nodded in satisfaction and said no more.
The next day, Zhong Lishuo received a second commission from Da Siming when he went to the teaching place he had agreed with Xiang Sinian.
"Master once told me that the younger brother is especially good at singing and music, and it is as beautiful as the words of the gods. Now I have something to ask the senior brother, I wonder if the senior brother will agree?"
Zhong Lishuo became curious when he heard it, and asked, "What can I help you with?"
Xiang Sinian said, "It's a good thing, to help a lover meet again, can you help me, brother?"
"If there is work, I will do it." Zhong Lishuo happily asked, "You haven't said it yet, what's the matter?"
"Wushan Yunmeng. Therefore, I asked my senior brother to play a piece of Yunzhongjun." Xiang Sinian said, and explained in a soft voice: "I have a believer who wants to meet his deceased wife again. The person who sings and dances with me, so I seek help from my brother.”
"It's easy to say." Zhong Lishuo nodded and asked again, "I don't know when and where?"
"The ninth day, Taiyiguan, coincides with the end of the Emperor Zhao's festival, so I can find an excuse to keep my senior brother."
"Okay." Zhong Lishuo responded, took a shakuhachi when he went back, and changed the song Yunzhongjun again, just waiting for the girl to play the perfect Wushan Yunmeng on the ninth day of the ninth day.
The Spring God tentatively stepped into Yuanzhou, blew the weeping willows from the river bank, and sprinkled bright green on the dry ground, and then came to the seventh day of the second lunar month, which was the festival for Emperor Zhao.
On the seventh day of the second month, everything recovers, and it is time for everything to start again.
On this day, Taiyiguan, which held a grand event, was crowded with civil and military officials. Zhong Li Shuoxun sat among the Taoists, wrapped in a green robe and combed a bun, half-squinted and absent-mindedly recited the scriptures of prayer to himself amid the flourishing incense.
Her eyes fell on Xuan Jingchen, the head of the hundred officials, and she was moved when she saw the empress praying for her with incense devoutly. After the empress gave incense to Emperor Zhao, the civil and military officials incense to Emperor Zhao in order of grade.
Zhong Lishuo listened to Da Siming's recitation, and with his excellent memory, he recognized all the ministers and ministers. These officials were very different from when she was in power. Seeing that the old immortals in Yuanzhou City were driven out by the queen.
Sitting among the Taoists, she listened to the solemn and lengthy sacrificial speech of the Da Siming, and her eyes were filled with the empress's face as she listened intently. In bursts of chants, she greedily watched the gods in her heart in the thick incense that she couldn't keep her eyes open.
After the lengthy sacrificial speech, it was the sacrificial speech that the queen wrote to her.
The sacrificial speech that Zhong Lishuo was thinking about finally came. At this moment, she straightened her waist and listened intently to what the queen wanted to say to her.
"Ten thousand people come out of Dongjun, chase away greedy wolves and defend the country..."
Zhong Lishuo was familiar with the Queen's words, but he didn't know that the Queen, who always used straightforward words, would praise her in favor of the god of light, Dongjun.
The queen praised her as a hero in troubled times. Punish corrupt officials, punish chaotic officials, and rule evil barbarians. One by one, all the things they did together were attributed to her.
She always felt that she should be a useless emperor. But I never thought that the queen had such a high evaluation of her. Those past events were accompanied by the compassionate mourning of a Taoist priest, which made Zhong Lishuo's nose sour, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"When the soul returns, I wait for Limin, and I would like to guard the Quartet with Junxi."
If His Majesty has a spirit, then return your soul and continue to protect your people. As my wife, I follow you in this life to guard the four corners of the world.
Zhong Lishuo listened to this sacrifice, tears could not help flowing down, he raised his hand to wipe the tears on his face, only a handful of snot and tears. Xu Da Siming's voice was too cold, or Zhong Lishuo's cry was too contagious. During the second half of the song, the Taoists were thinking about the cold road to the ruins, and the beautiful Emperor Zhao, who was beautiful and beautiful. I couldn't help crying.
Even in the later sacrificial speech, it was written that the weather is good for the country, the country is prosperous and the people are safe, and the condolences to the dead soul of Emperor Zhao did not stop the crying of the Taoists.
Her Majesty's sacrificial writing made Zhong Lishuo cry, and the writing made Taiyi Taoist. The civil and military officials who were kneeling on the ground fell to the ground after listening to the cry of the young man.
A good ups and downs festival, it turned into a crying spirit meeting. When the ministers begged for the early death of Emperor Zhao, the most saddened Xuan Jingchen held back tears and burned the written sacrificial texts one by one.
In this way, it can be considered to make up for the unfulfilled wish three years ago.
After the seventh day of the first lunar month, the Queen's sacrificial texts were distributed all over Kyushu. The fallen monarch who did nothing in the eyes of everyone, suddenly became a Ming monarch who died prematurely. The reputation that Zhong Lishuo deserved as an emperor was returned one by one under the operation of Taiyimen and the queen.
It only needs to be written by the historian, and the word "Zhao", which originally belonged to Zhong Lishuo, will be compiled into the annals of history and passed down through the ages.
At the same time, a decree arrived at the Hongwen Pavilion. The Queen specially set up a shakuhachi subject in Hongwen Hall, requiring students in the academy to take shakuhachi for one year, and appointed Lin Mengdie as the head of the shakuhachi section. This is very different from the will of many years ago, which makes Hongwenguan puzzled.
The only thing that is confirmed is that everything about Emperor Zhao is certain for the Queen.
The deceased Emperor Zhao has a great weight in the heart of the empress. Teenage couples are deeply in love, it's human nature. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Zhong Lishuo, who heard the news from the mourners, was both happy and excited.
She wished she could fly to the queen and tell her how she felt. She is very happy, even if she doesn't ask for forgiveness from others, but with Zitong's approval, the hardships in this life are all worth it.
Because of this feeling, Zhong Lishuo didn't notice the increasing number of mourners in the next two days. Taiyiguan had been noisy for two days, and finally quieted down after closing the door on the night of the ninth day.
After Xiang Sinian and Zhenbeihou couple explained the reason, Zhong Lishuo was able to stay out for the first time when his parents were away. The lights lit up in the Taiyi Temple full of peach blossoms. Zhong Lishuo carried a lantern and followed behind Da Siming, walking towards the far side hall.
As soon as he stepped into the empty hall, Zhong Lishuo's eyes were drawn to the portraits painted all over the walls. Carrying a lantern, she walked around the empty hall, looking at the lifelike murals and said, "What kind of hall is this, is there such a place in Taiyiguan? I never knew it."
"This is the Yunmeng Palace of the Superintendent of Heaven. Come here, let's light the candles first." Xiang Sinian waved to Zhong Lishuo, motioning her to light the candles one by one beside the bed warmer behind the screen in the hall.
Zhong Lishuo followed his words and lit the candle together with Da Siming. The candles formed a circle around the warm bed, and the other two-step-wide path led to the warm bed. Zhong Lishuo, who was holding the candle, saw the warm bed surrounded by candles, like the stars and the moon, and sighed: "This formation of the gentleman in the cloud is really romantic."
The girl who came towards her with a shakuhachi smiled when she heard the words: "The romance is still to come. Come on, senior brother, sit there and cover your eyes."
The furnace in the hall was already on fire, and it was warm at the moment. Zhong Lishuo took the girl's shakuhachi and a black cloth, looked at the futon in the corner of the warm bed, and walked towards that end.
She sat on the futon, put the shakuhachi on her lap, and in the rich soothing fragrance, she held up the black cloth and looked at the girl with bright eyes.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the corridor, and the girl put her index finger on her lips to signal Zhong Lishuo to keep silent, "Blindfolded." The girl whispered and walked cautiously towards the outside of the hall.
Zhong Lishuo followed his words, covered his eyes with a black cloth, and held the shakuhachi in his hand.
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