He immediately looked at Lian Youyou decisively: "I will also accompany you to the temple fair."
Lian Youyou smiled with satisfaction, stretched out her hands, one arm around Lin Tingjun and the other around He Shiqi, and winked at them both: "Maybe this prayer will be very interesting~~~"
"I hope I can do something..." Lin Tingjun raised his face with a hint of anticipation, almost sighing, obviously a little bored. "I'm a little tired of sleeping lately." Then, he turned to look at Lian Youyou, "Can I go ask Fu Mingrui out?" There was a bit more mischief in his eyes.
He Shiqi was a little confused, because as Youchuan, he suddenly couldn't understand the man who became Lin Tingjun. That man...ah...that man, but he wouldn't be so naughty.
But these days, he really doubted whether he had gone to another world. The man in front of him was completely different from that man. If Hei Yan hadn't confirmed it again and again, he wouldn't have believed it.
This Lin Tingjun made him feel a little sinister.
"No!" Lian Youyou rejected it decisively, with a sneer on her face, "And then I'll let you erase his memory again."
"Hey, am I not helping you test him?" Lin Tingjun put his arm around Lian Youyou's shoulders, his eyes doting, "A man's love for you will not be forgotten just because his memory is erased."
On the other side, He Shiqi and Hei Yan simultaneously gave a thumbs up from an angle that Lian Youyou could not see but Lin Tingjun could see.
Bro, I give you credit. You are really good at covering up lies!
Lian Youyou squinted her eyes and smiled at Lin Tingjun's doting smile for a while, then turned her face away: "Hmph!" She shook off Lin Tingjun and He Shiqi's wrists and strode forward.
Lin Tingjun smiled and sighed, looked at He Shiqi and extended his hand to him. He Shiqi continued to give him a thumbs up and also smiled. The two of them walked forward hand in hand like good brothers.
"Where... did you learn all that?" He Shiqi asked softly in a low voice.
Lin Tingjun licked his lips and turned to smile: "Boudoir novel."
Immediately, He Shiqi's expression froze, as if he had been petrified. It was hard to imagine! The man who was so decisive and ruthless in the Ninth Heaven would actually read a woman's boudoir novel here in the mortal world!
The Double Ninth Festival is an annual major event in the capital. Early in the morning, the imperial guards will clear the road from the palace to the national temple. So this day is also a very busy day for the Eight Gates.
Although the road was cleared, it did not stop the people from gathering on both sides of the road to watch. This was also the only time of the year when people could pay their respects to the emperor, so the people of all ages in the capital would rush to get the front row early in the morning.
Of course, there are rules for watching the emperor, such as no noise or screaming. If you shout "I love you, emperor" in the crowd, you will be dragged away. When the emperor passes by, the people must kneel down, shout "Long live the emperor", and kowtow.
Then, when the emperor's guard of honor moved forward, the people could follow behind it, as if they were going with the emperor to pray for blessings, and send the emperor to the foot of the National Temple Mountain. After that, they could no longer follow.
There is also a branch of the Guosi Temple in Nanlin at the foot of the Guosi Mountain, where large-scale temple fairs are held and people can visit the temple fairs.
Everyone can go to the temple to pray, and there is also a Qianchao chrysanthemum exhibition outside the temple, as well as various folk artists, food, and wine. Therefore, this day will be very lively.
The people standing on both sides of the road were looking forward to it, appreciating the elegance of Emperor Cheng and absorbing the dragon's aura.
In the distance, the majestic yellow flag of the Qian Dynasty appeared between the houses and fluttered in the wind. The black dragon on it was domineering and majestic, and it became lifelike on the fluttering yellow flag, like a black dragon flying in the sky.
When the people saw the flying banners, they were already excited and they knelt down one after another to welcome the arrival of the dragon chariot.
Immediately, the ground began to shake in a rhythmic and regular manner.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" The mighty Royal Guards, dressed in golden armor and holding golden spears, moved forward step by step, pause by pause, like the steady rhythm of war drums before the battle, or the majestic roar of a flying dragon.
They walked handsomely and majestically, showing the prosperity of the Qian Dynasty and the might of the great country of Qian Dynasty, which made people awe-inspiring and fashionable!
Slowly, a black dragon chariot came slowly, led by eight black horses, with shiny black fur, silver armor and white feathers on their heads. Every step was very orderly, like the beat of a drum.
The dark black chariot behind them was engraved with a flying golden dragon. Duanmu Qingchen stood majestically on the chariot, holding up a jade tablet, as if he was going to worship gods and Buddhas. His meticulous and serious expression surprised the people. They didn't expect that the one presiding over the blessing ceremony this time would be their crown prince!
Such a grand ceremony is presided over by Duanmu Qingchen, which implies that the prince will ascend the throne soon!
"Greetings to His Highness Bai Zi, may the Crown Prince live a thousand years and a thousand thousand years—" The people on both sides kowtowed in unison, and the clear voices echoed in the sky above the capital.
Duanmu Qingchen remained expressionless as he moved forward with the carriage. His body felt heavy. It was the heaviness of the authentic formal dress of the Qian Dynasty on his body, but also the heaviness of the peace in the world and the well-being of the people of the Qian Dynasty.
He had to maintain this posture all the way to the Temple of Heaven in the National Temple, and he could not put his arms down during this period, because what he held in his hand was not an ordinary jade tablet, but a responsibility to the world and to the people!
He had always known the reason why his father asked him to preside over the blessing ceremony, and he had always known the burden on his father. Once upon a time, he was the carefree prince who hid behind his father, making jokes and going everywhere.
He held up the jade tablet high. At this moment, his heart was filled with selfish thoughts, hoping that God would grant his father a long and healthy life and allow him to enjoy his old age.
If Lian Youyou said that birth, old age, sickness and death are all fate, but life can be changed, he hopes to use ten years of his own life to extend his father's life by ten years, so that his father can be carefree, make jokes and travel around when he is in power.
"Buzz--" The heavy sound blown out from the copper horns made the guard of honor more solemn and dignified, and also made the people feel the sacredness of praying again.
At this moment, Duanmu Qingchen is no longer the prince, but the messenger of Qian Dynasty. He is the messenger who conveys the wishes of the people of Qian Dynasty to the gods. At this moment, he also transforms into a messenger of God to talk to the gods.
Behind him was an imperial chariot, and sitting in the chariot covered by yellow silk cloth was Emperor Cheng. He looked out through the gap in the fluttering curtains and just happened to see Duanmu Qingchen standing tall in front of him. Looking at the dark and solemn figure, his heart was filled with relief and pride.
His prince, who had always troubled him, had finally grown up. He could now rest assured and put the heavy burden of the world on his shoulders. (To be continued)