On the first day of winter, the weather is very cold.

On this day, soldiers and civilians from all directions came to Luoyang.

The Silver Spear Army, the Yi Cong Army, the Proton Army, and the various branch troops already stationed in the suburbs, which had just put down the rebel division, totaling tens of thousands of people, stood in the wind with majestic momentum.

Scholars from Henan, Hanoi, Hongnong, Xingyang, Xiangcheng and other nearby areas, as well as people from Luoyang, also gathered around to watch.

At this time, it was still dark, and more and more people gathered, reaching more than ten thousand.

Zeng Yi led a group of Yellow-headed Army soldiers to maintain order.

He stood on the east side of the inner circle, mainly maintaining the order of the ranks of officials and ministers.

The altar stands high, with a radius of several hundred steps. The front of the altar was repeatedly tamped down to form a huge square.

Five minutes before the end of the night (approximately six o'clock in the morning), officials came in with their animals.

While watching the excitement, Zeng Yi observed the officials not far away.

Most of them came from Bianliang.

Traveling eastward in June and westward in October is quite a hassle.

Jiale music was played in the field, but Zeng Yi couldn't understand it and didn't think it was very pleasant. Anyway, it was music for sacrificial rituals, which was too far away from his daily life.

The Taichang officials walked around the sacrificial animals. Sometimes someone spoke, and sometimes someone knelt down and answered.

After a long time, he took the animal away and handed it over to Erdin.

Others began to prepare wine vessels, using tile jars to hold the wine, and tile wafers to pour the wine, and placed them on the two straw mats on the east and west.

The whole process was orderly and very long.

The officials standing in the east of the altar shrank back. It was so cold that even though they were wearing furs, they still felt the cold wind blowing into their bodies.

But what is surprising is that there is no trace of impatience on Prime Minister Wang Yan's face, and from time to time he looks at the officials who are whispering.

When those people saw Wang Yan looking over, they all shut up and looked solemn.

Zeng Yi was wearing leather armor and a cotton suit. It was cold, but it didn't feel unbearable.

His eyes were wandering around, looking around to see if there were any criminals. He looked even more nervous than King Liang who was about to enter the altar to offer sacrifices.

After a while, officials arrived carrying blood and flesh.

These are all used to worship the gods.

If he were not the founding emperor but the emperor who defended the country, he would have sacrificed half of the sacrifice in front of Taizu's throne. However, King Liang himself was Taizu before he knew it. The east sky was dimming and the first ray of sunlight rose from the horizon.

The dark earth is about to usher in dawn.

"" The sound of horse hooves sounded in the periphery, and there was also the faint sound of neat footsteps, and the sound of the collision of equipment.

When the officials in the east of the altar heard the commotion, they all stood in awe.

At this moment, no one is talking to each other anymore, and no one is bored anymore.

Even if you have soreness in your back, pain in your legs and cramps in your legs, you have to hold on now, because the new king is here.

In the new dynasty, there were many servants and servants. Tang Jian, the former prefect of Pingyang, led hundreds of halberd-wielding warriors and ceremonial guards to closely surround the golden root car.

At that time, the golden sunshine broke out at dawn and illuminated the earth.

The Golden Root Car stopped, and the new king, wearing twelve crowns on his head and a large fur coat, got out of the car, standing tall and majestic.

Zeng Yi couldn't help being attracted, and he felt a little excited in his heart.

For some reason, he remembered the scene when King Liang rescued him in the mud of Hebei.

He had been among the dead a few times, but his eyes were slightly moist.

They fought hard and finally sent King Liang here.

If he is not the emperor, who is qualified to be the emperor?

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On the east side of the altar, as soon as Shao Xun got out of the car, he was led to the corner of the altar by Taichang officials.

There are already ritual officials kneeling on the ground, holding pottery in their hands, and pouring wine into the ground - the wine used in sacrifices.

"Your Majesty is here to pay your respects," the official reminded in a low voice.

Shao Xun slightly chinned his head, lifted up the hem of Qiu Gun, and bowed to the ground.

"Xing." The ceremony officer said loudly.

Shao Xun stood up.

Dozens of steps away behind him, all the ministers and officials, led by the ceremonial officer, bowed down in unison.

"Xing." The ceremony officer said loudly.

The ministers stood up.

"Your Majesty, please come with your attendants." Dr. Taichang came over and reminded him in a low voice again, for fear that he was busy with so many things and had not paid attention to the process.

So Bu Xun walked around the altar, starting from the very south, and stood in front of the southern steps.

Not long after, Taichang Qing Cui Yu came quickly.

The former Supervisor of the General's Mansion, and now Huangmen Shilang Mi Zhi are also here.

Mi Zhi washes his title and kneels down to grant Shao Xun the title.

After Shao Xun took it, he handed it to the bottler, who drank some wine and handed it back to Shao Xun.

Shao Xun took a deep breath, stepped up the steps, went to the throne of the gods headed by Haotian God, knelt on the ground, and respectfully offered the wine.

"Xing." The ceremony officer said loudly.

Shao Xun bowed again and stood up.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the wind miraculously stopped.

The golden sunshine is shining on me, making it warm.

There is a majestic power surging in the body, making people feel high-spirited.

Shao Xun stood facing south, looking at the dark crowd not far away. They were all his people.

Further away, there are endless villages and countryside, as well as the majestic mountains and the endless rivers. These are his country.

The sky is shining brightly, and the country is like a painting. Now that a man is here, what more can he ask for?

At this moment, he felt that he was Emperor Haotian, the most beloved person of the gods of the five directions, able to defeat thieves and bandits, turn the sky, and save China's fate.

Several ceremonial officials went up to the altar, each drank wine, and then knelt down to offer the sacrifice.

Shao Xun took it, drank it, and then, under the guidance of Dr. Taichang, went down the east steps, walked around for a short half circle, and then arrived at the south of the altar.

More than a hundred paces away, envoys from various tribes gathered.

Madam Wang of the Dai Kingdom held Tuoba Lizhen's little hand and looked at it carefully.

The tall altar, the solemn atmosphere, the solemn occasion and the endless crowd of spectators shocked her.

At the same time, there are also some indescribable little prides and little joys in my heart.

Such a man who is indomitable and outstanding in the world, isn't he still——"

She subconsciously squeezed Li Zhen's hand.

Three-year-old Tuoba Li looked at his mother in confusion, then subconsciously stretched out his hand to hug her.

Mrs. Wang lowered her head and whispered in Li Zhen's ear: "Li Zhen, please don't talk nonsense today."

Tuoba Lizhen's attention was diverted, and his little head turned around, trying to search for traces of his father.

At the same time, I feel a little aggrieved. Why doesn’t my father hug me? Why doesn’t he come to accompany me?

He really wanted to rush over and hug his father's thigh.

Wang Feng looked at his nephews even more nervously - no matter who the father was, as long as it was his sister who gave birth to him, he must be his nephew. On such an occasion, it would be inappropriate and against etiquette not to allow Tuoba Li to attend.

, after all, my identity is here, but I am afraid that he will talk nonsense.

Li Zhen is three years old, speaks very early, and is very smart. If the word "father" suddenly pops out of his mouth, Wang Feng will not know how to step down.

So he always paid attention to his nephew and covered his mouth whenever something went wrong.

In addition, Wang Feng was also very emotional.

The scene today is really grand.

I heard from the old man that some members of the clan also participated in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven in the southern suburbs of Emperor Wu of the Jin Dynasty, Sima Yan, with tens of thousands of people from hundreds of people and barbarians attending.

Holding such a ceremony is a huge boost to people's hearts.

Whenever he was in it, he felt the great majesty.

This is the atmosphere of the Huanghuang Dynasty, and the instructors and the people are heartbroken.

Reminiscent of the process of King Liang raising troops to pacify the world, the Liang Dynasty seems to be more orthodox than the Jin Dynasty.
To be continued...