big master, big liar

Sacrificing to heaven is one of the most important rights and tasks of Dayao and even the emperors of all dynasties. Most emperors have experienced more than one sacrifice to heaven.For the vast majority of emperors, the most important event is the sacrifice to heaven on the day of enthronement.

This time means that he has completely taken over the right to control the people from his predecessor, becoming the real master of the world, and even being able to communicate with the heavens on behalf of the people of the world.

However, Ji Yunxi didn't seem to have the slightest expectation for this process. Every time he mentioned it, he would sneer: "How many people are there, playing like a troupe, rehearsing it over and over again, and I don't know who it is for."

Song Xuan also rehearsed several times in advance, and when he heard it, he rubbed his head casually: "I know you have worked hard, and after going through this for a while, you won't be so tired anymore."

Worshiping the heavens is indeed not an interesting job, especially the heavy dress and complicated process, which makes people like Ji Yunxi who have no reverence for gods boring to the extreme.

"After this time, there will be another time." Ji Yunxi pursed her lips, deliberately acting like a baby in front of Song Xuan. "There are sacrifices every year, nothing more than the size of the scale."

Song Xuan laughed lowly: "Next time if you really want to avoid laziness, next time you pretend to be sick, I'll go for you."

In Dayao, the national teacher could indeed offer sacrifices on behalf of the emperor—especially when the emperor had no adult descendants, all of this was logical.

Whether the emperor is willing or not is another matter.

The other emperors might not want others to dilute their sacred power, but Ji Yunxi thought of going elsewhere: "Then I have to go and see."

"Look at what?" Song Xuan asked.

"Go and see how you worship the sky," Ji Yunxi said softly. "Jitian looks great in a dress."

Good to see, he just wanted to peel off his dress with his own hands.

Song Xuan understood the ambiguity in his eyes, and couldn't help kicking him: "You are not serious."

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Ji Yunxi's words were indeed not lying.

Although they, the emperor and the national teacher, are a pair of anti-kings and ministers, but in terms of appearance and ornamental value, they may be regarded as the pinnacle in the history of Dayao.

In the early morning of the day of offering sacrifices to heaven, when the sky was still dark, Ji Yunxi and the officials were all lined up in front of the altar in the southern suburbs. When the time came, the sacrifice to heaven had officially begun.

Ji Yunxi wore a heavy black red-striped dress without a crown, and his ink-like hair was tied up high, which further accentuated his fair skin and delicate facial features. In the hazy morning mist, he carried a kind of Indescribably strange.

Wrapped in a thick fine attire, he quietly listened to the music to welcome the gods, watched the sacrificial dance without much aesthetic feeling, and then let the Zhu Guan read the lengthy congratulations and prayers.

He bowed and bowed like a puppet, and every move seemed to be cautious and lifeless. Obviously he was the protagonist of today, but he seemed to be an insignificant outsider.

But if someone can understand the slight curvature of his mouth, they must also see the sarcasm in his eyes.

The morning mist dissipated little by little, and the sun climbed from the east to the mid-heaven. Some of the courtiers were already sweating lightly, but still no one dared to move.

Ji Yunxi didn't move either, he stood there quietly, as if he was expecting something.

Until that white figure appeared in the center of the altar.

Song Xuan was a little nervous, but his years of experience as a charlatan made him look calmer now.

Different from the heavy dark red dress of Emperor Dayao, the dress of the national teacher is white, not the white linen he often wears, but white silk and satin like snow.

The clothes were wrapped in an unknown number of layers, and each layer was embroidered with complex patterns with gold silk and embellished with gold and jade, making it look more solemn and sacred.

Song Xuan did have a face that could fool people.

His clothes dragged across the white bricks of the altar, and his eyes were black and white, outlined in ink, with a lofty alienation and clarity.

Ji Yunxi's expression became alive the moment he saw Song Xuan.

Song Xuan always had a chaotic and lazy look on weekdays, like the unmelted spring wind and rain, although warm and moist, it was also vague.

But today's Song Xuan seems to be an immortal above the nine heavens, like the scorching daylight, so clean and bright that it is unbearable to defile him, but he can't help but want to tear him off the altar.

Song Xuan looked at him quietly on the altar, and the voice of reciting the congratulatory speech was gentle and gentle. Every word, every word, seemed to be scattered in the bottom of his heart like pearls, making his soul tremble along with it.

Ji Yunxi remembered a lot.

Thinking of Song Xuan picking apricots for him and making him happy, thinking of him feeding him medicine at a loss in the woodshed, thinking of him taking him to travel around and escape from death with him.

Thinking of him jumping down from the peach tree and putting the peach branches in his hair.

He thought of the city they walked through, of his departure, of his return.

After walking around for more than twenty years, all the freshness in his soul was given by this person in front of him.

It was this person who told him the splendor of the world in the square wall, and took him through the green water and green mountains when he was most numb and dim.

Standing by his side when he had already abandoned all conscience and died alone.

This is the only light that has appeared in his life, and now it is finally willing to stop and stay on him.

After Song Xuan's congratulatory speech was read, he stood there and waited silently, as if it was because the person waiting was Ji Yunxi, which softened his eyes, giving him a touch of human fireworks.

Ji Yunxi stepped onto the altar.

Every step he took seemed to be so heavy and slow, as if he was doing the heaviest and most solemn ceremony.

Song Xuan took the crown, put it on for him gently, faced him, and said the next congratulatory speech seriously.

Ji Yunxi had heard this paragraph of congratulations before, and this was the only one that Song Xuan went to consult with Zhu Guan to revise.

All the previous congratulatory speeches were for God, only Song Xuan's paragraph was for Ji Yunxi.

He wishes the mountains and rivers to be beautiful and the world to be peaceful, and he wishes the world to be clear and the people to be healthy.

He wished him a long life, wished him happiness and smoothness, wished him to take up his own responsibilities, wished him to be with this mountain and river evergreen, and with this green water.

He wants him to find his true self.

Song Xuannian was very serious. I am afraid that he has never prayed so earnestly in his life.

Ji Yunxi didn't move, only his eyelashes trembled, and a tear fell down his cheek.

There was no trace of hostility in his dark pupils, showing a different kind of softness and beauty.

Song Xuan still stared at him, as if he wanted to reach out to wipe away his tears, but he didn't do it after all.

After he finished reading all the congratulatory speeches, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and rectified the crown for him.

Song Xuan finished the steps of conferring the crown on behalf of the heavens, and stepped back, only his eyes still quietly followed him.

Ji Yunxi stood alone on the altar, and all the officials knelt and kowtowed at his feet.

His black robe contrasted with the white altar, only the red patterns on the corners of his clothes seemed to be stained with the flame of Nirvana, burning blazingly under his feet.