Chronicle of Emperor Jing

The New Year Ceremony is held in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

At five o'clock, the bells and drums on the Drum Tower of the Meridian Gate sounded together, and the left and right Yemen, which are not usually used, were all opened today for the princes and ministers to enter and exit in different shifts.

The ministers lined up and entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony one by one. Wei Yan stood outside the line, and when there was a gap, he stuffed himself into the line and stood where he should stand. The censor in charge of order saw He glanced at him, but didn't speak, but it's not known whether he was written down in the small notebook.

In the New Year's Ceremony, all the ministers participated, and the originally empty hall was soon filled with a dark crowd.

Although there were a lot of people present, at this kind of grand ceremony, whoever makes noise, who makes mistakes, who loses his manners, there will be a censor to keep accounts, and the accounts will be settled after the ceremony is over, so the officials are always in order and proceed in order.

The ministers entered the hall and stood still. After waiting for a while, the emperor ascended to the hall.

"My emperor Wanan!"

After the emperor took his seat, all the ministers kowtowed and bowed three times, and made a big salute.

"All gentlemen, calm down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The rituals of the New Year's Ceremony are in the charge of the Ministry of Rites.There are rules on when, who, and who to say to the emperor, and not everyone has the qualifications to come out and say a word to the emperor.

Even if the Ministry of Rites reduced the number of congratulatory speeches as much as possible, the time for congratulatory speeches was still very long, because there were always people who wanted to show off their literary talents in front of the emperor. The battle was neat, anyway, everyone mustered up their energy and wanted to win the New Year's Ceremony and leave a deep impression on the emperor.

Wei Yan was also in the ranks of congratulating the emperor on the new year, and his congratulatory speech was very regular, and there was nothing to say.

After the courtiers congratulated the emperor on the New Year, the next step was for the emperor to read out the New Year's greetings.

Of course, he neither wrote nor read the emperor's congratulations.By the emperor's side, there are officials like Zhongshu Sheren who help him draft edicts and write articles, and literate servants, and sometimes help the emperor draft edicts.

As for reading the congratulatory speech, naturally the muezzin will do it for him.

After the congratulatory message was read out, it was a reward. According to the rank of the ministers, the emperor rewarded various things such as clothing, food, charcoal fire, etc., and finally a banquet.

These are the practices of previous years, and this year is the same.

After such a complete set of rituals, two hours passed.

The New Year's feast is a luncheon.

The emperor sat down for a while, moved his chopsticks symbolically, and soon withdrew from the table.

As soon as the emperor left, the ministers relaxed, and they could have a drink and gossip with their colleagues.

Wei Yan didn't leave this palace banquet early, because the emperor had told him when he came that the emperor was going to have lunch with the empress dowager later, and let him figure it out. If he wanted to socialize, he could stay longer. Go back early for entertainment.

Wei Yan used some things, drank a few drinks with Commander Shen, entangled with his colleagues for a while, finally got rid of them, went to sit with his elder brother for a while, talked with the uncles of his family friends, until he arrived He only left when the banquet was halfway through and many people started to leave.

He walked along the royal road cleaned by the servants, and entered the emperor's bedroom.

Gao Yong did not accompany the emperor to the Palace of Compassion and Peace today, but stayed in the bedroom, waiting for Marquis Yongning to come back to take care of him.

He watched Marquis Yongning enter the door, and before he got close, he smelled the tangy smell of wine rushing towards him.

"Master Hou, how much wine did you drink today?" Gao Yong called out.

Hey, does he smell like alcohol?

Wei Yan raised his sleeve and smelled it, as if he really smelled the aroma of wine.

"I didn't drink much, probably the wine spilled on my sleeve during the toast." He said with a smile, trying to confuse the question.

"On this occasion, if you don't want to drink, don't drink it. If you don't drink it, can someone force you to drink it?" Unfortunately, his trick was useless in front of Gao Yong.

After Gao Yong read him a few words, he called someone over to help him wash and change his clothes, and then asked someone to prepare hangover soup.

"Director Gao, I really haven't had a few drinks." Wei Yan argued.

Gao Yong was relieved when he saw that his eyes were clear and his gait was steady, he didn't look like he was drunk.

"It's not the old slave who wants to blame you. You know this. You are the one who suffers from drinking too much. Who is the one who suffers from headaches? It's not the old slave or anyone else, but yourself. Your Majesty saw you like this I feel as uncomfortable and heartbroken, and I will inevitably blame you for not doing things seriously, so when it is time to resign, you should resign, don't let anyone come to toast, you are all foolish and willing to refuse. And when it is time to do something, you should You have to do tricks, for example, if you drink half of it and pour it out, you don't have to drink so much." Gao Yong couldn't help but mutter.

"Director Gao, I see."

Wei Yan took the warm silk scarf brought up by the servants and covered his face.It's a pity that the silk scarf was too thin to cover the voice of Manager Gao talking about him, so he had to listen to Manager Gao's words.

"Every time you say you know it, what's the use of just knowing it, you have to remember it." Gao Yong said while watching the maid untie the hat for Yongninghou, combed his hair, and tied it for him again. A simple bun.

"I do remember."

Wei Yan was afraid of Manager Gao, and also worried that the emperor would come back in a while and would repeat him again, so he rinsed his mouth very carefully this time, lest the emperor smell the wine.

Not only did he change his outer robe, he even changed all the clothes inside. After drinking the hangover soup, he lay down on the couch.

"Master Hou, sleep well, and call someone if you want to drink water." Gao Yong stepped forward, covered the quilt for him, and then retreated.

Wei Yan got up early in the morning, and just now had a few more glasses of wine. At this time, the feeling of alcohol came up, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

Jing Li accompanied the Queen Mother, had lunch and gossiped for a while before returning to the palace.

"Where's Wei Yan, are you back? Did you drink too much?" As soon as he came back, he asked this question.

"I just drank a little, and now I'm resting." Although Gao Yong said Yongninghou, he didn't go to complain to the emperor, otherwise the emperor might have to read Yongninghou again.

Marquis Yongning's temperament has been cultivated for many years, and it is not easy to change, let alone someone who says a few words to him, can say it well.

He couldn't think of it, and the emperor would compromise when Yongning Hou acted like a baby, so he couldn't think of it either.He will not talk too much today, so as not to cause them to quarrel over this matter during the New Year.

Jing Li just said "hm", didn't say much, changed out of clothes before entering the inner hall.

When he went in, Wei Yan didn't know if it was hot from sleep, and his arms were stretched out.

Wei Yan's wrist is a little thin, with well-defined muscles and bones, and looks a little fragile, but Jing Li knows that it is an illusion.Wei Yan's hand is the hand holding the sword. This sword can kill and protect the Lord. There has never been such a thing as fragility.

Even if he wrapped the sword tightly with the most expensive fabric in the world, put it beside his pillow, and embraced it in his arms, in fact, he knew very well in his heart that it was still a sharp sword that could cut iron like mud .

He sat on the edge of the couch, watched in silence for a while, then touched Wei Yan's hand, and found that his palm was a little hot.He reached out and touched Wei Yan's forehead again, but he didn't find anything wrong.

He put Wei Yan's arm back under the quilt, leaned over, and smelled it.

In the sound of Wei Yan's breathing, there was a faint smell of alcohol. The so-called only drank a little, I'm afraid it's just Wei Yan's own statement, and the authenticity is doubtful.

Wei Yan probably really felt the heat, so after a while, he stretched out his arms again.

Jing Li took the trouble to put his hands under the quilt again, then turned around, took a warm teapot from the high table beside the couch, poured a cup of tea, and helped Wei Yan up a little bit , feed him water.

"Hey, open your mouth, you won't feel uncomfortable after drinking it." He brought the teacup to Wei Yan's lips, moistened his lips, and coaxed him to drink water.

Wei Yan was dazed for a while, tasted the moist taste on his lips, finally opened his mouth, and drank in one gulp.

"Do you want more?" Jing Li asked him again after feeding the cup of tea.

"No more." Wei Yan shook his head, talking with his eyes closed, not sure if he woke up or not.

Jing Li laid him flat, put the teacup back, then lay down beside him, holding his palm.

"Your Majesty." After a while, Wei Yan leaned against him and made no sound.

Wei Yan slept for a while, and the more he slept, the hotter he got. It felt like he was holding a stove in his arms, emitting scalding heat.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and stepped back for a distance, putting himself in the shade, and felt a little more comfortable.

After a while, he started to lean against the hot place again, and then backed away again. After doing this several times, he finally woke up.

This sleep made his mouth dry, he sat up, quietly got off the couch, poured a cup of tea and drank it, and felt a little better.

The emperor was still asleep, so Wei Yan didn't disturb him, put on his outer robe, quietly went out of the palace door, had someone bring hot water, took a bath, and felt refreshed all over.

"Master Hou, come, eat some fruit." Gao Yong asked someone to bring tea and a fruit plate.

"Ah."

Wei Yan drank a few sips of tea and ate a few tangerine petals, and felt that the hall was hot and stuffy, so he walked to the window and opened it.

The windows on this side face a small garden behind the palace. In spring, you can see the scenery, so all the windows can be opened.

Wei Yan opened the window and was blown by the cold wind outside, the hot feeling in his heart dissipated a lot.

Today's snow fell and stopped for a while. It has already fallen several times. At this time, a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the window sill.

Wei Yan grabbed a ball of snow, held it in his hand and squeezed it, the cold feeling made him feel very comfortable.

He kneaded left and right, and slowly, he kneaded the snow on the window sill into a ball.

He put the ball on the window sill, looked at it for a while, and felt that something was missing, put one hand on the window sill, jumped lightly, and the whole person went out of the window.

"Master Hou!" Gao Yong just went out, but he didn't see him opening the window and playing with the snow again. When he came in and saw him go out like this, he was shocked.

He walked quickly to the window and saw that Marquis Yongning was playing with the snow. He couldn't laugh or cry, and hurriedly said: "Master Hou, you are not wearing thick clothes. Come in quickly, but don't be cold. If you want snow, the old slave will let you Go get some for you."

"It's okay, I'm ready." Wei Yan hugged a ball of snow, put it on the window sill, and came in with the method just now.

Gao Yong helped him bounce the snowflakes off his body, and then asked him: "Master Hou, do you feel uncomfortable in your heart, this old slave will ask someone to cook a bowl of rock sugar pear water for you."

"Okay." Wei Yan really felt hot in his heart and urgently needed to get rid of the fire. He played with the snow ball in his hand, nodded, and said, "Director Gao, let someone send some black beans over."