Royal Road

"Your Majesty has moved to Chang'an." Liang Feng threw down the newspaper in his hand, only to feel that he couldn't even make the fire.

A few days ago, Zhang Fang left Luoyang with the emperor and went to Guanzhong. After receiving the news, the King of Hejian immediately rode out 30,000 steps to welcome this unwilling emperor into the city of Chang'an.

In this way, the world has two capitals, one is Chang'an, where the emperor is located, called Xitai; the other is Luoyang, where there is an empty palace and a few bureaucrats, called staying in Taiwan. The two aspects have not stopped. Not long after the emperor left Luoyang, he stayed in Taiwan and re-established the Queen of Sheep who was abolished by Zhang Fang before, and amnesty the world in an attempt to prove his own status.

What else can Liang Feng say when such a messy Di report is delivered to his hands? Want to let these powerful and powerful Sima Jun Kings in their 20s and 30s stop? I'm afraid that no one has this ability. Right can dazzle the eyes of all people, let alone the position of supremacy.

After taking the Dibao and quickly reading it, Duan Qin said in a deep voice: "Now Chengdu Wangye has fallen, and Hejian Wang is sitting in the gate, and the emperor is in his hands. Donghai Wang is not willing to give up."

Cui Ji also said: "Yecheng returned to Pingchang Gong, and the King Gaomi also stationed troops in Luoyang. Although the King of East China Sea was defeated, the battle was undiminished. After all, the transfer of the emperor's capital is a major event.

Duke Pingchang and King Gaomi were both the younger brothers of the King of East China Sea. With two of them occupying Yecheng and Luoyang, Sima Yue was not a defeat. In addition, Fan Yang, the superintendent of Yuzhou, who had an ill-conceived heart, it was only strange for them to watch the emperor fall into the hands of the king of Hejian. Just looking at the Queen Sheep's offerings that was disused as a puppet, you should know that the two parties have not really reached a deal. The confrontation again is just a matter of time and place.

"Korean and China events have nothing to do with me. The most urgent task is to take care of the official land and settle the refugees." Liang Feng said coldly. He has no interest in this hyena carnival. No matter who ultimately wins, it is just a change of a worse ruler.

Cui Ji immediately closed his mouth when he heard the words. Although he followed the Liang Fujun for a short time, he also felt some of the opponent's temperament. This monarch does not care much about the affairs of the DPRK, and it can even be said that he is extremely indifferent to these rights disputes. Others are more or less speculative, wanting to find out about the court situation so that they can stand in advance and make sure that they are among the winners. But Mansion Liang is different, it seems that a position of prefect can satisfy him.

This doesn't match the temperament he showed. However, Cui Ji didn't think this was a shortcoming. On the contrary, such a pragmatic attitude made him even more disappointed. There are countless villains in this world. But gentlemen who are dedicated to the people are less pitiful. The chaos in Binzhou has become like this, and it really needs a gentleman to govern and settle the chaos.

Duan Qin understood Liang Feng's thoughts better, and immediately said, "It will be the winter solstice in a few days, so it's better to take this opportunity to hold a banquet for a Nuo, so as to calm people's hearts."

The winter solstice has been a big festival since the Han Dynasty. The government will hold a celebration ceremony, drive the Nuo to set a banquet. All officials are absolutely irrelevant, the army is on standby, relatives and friends visit each other, it can be said that the celebration is second only to Zhengdan. Liang Feng was still a white body last year, and he could only live the last day of offering sacrifices to ancestors and gods. This year, he is the prefect of the Shangdang party, so he can naturally order He Dong.

Hearing this, Liang Feng pondered for a moment, and then nodded: "This method is feasible. In addition to Lucheng, counties should also hold township Nuo on the winter solstice."

It stands to reason that it is a military disaster and a plague. It is indeed a waste of every county to spend such a sum of money to jump the gods. However, Nuo is different from other ceremonies. It is an ancient ritual to exorcise evil spirits, eliminate plagues, and avoid military disasters. The meaning it represents is far more than the cost. Now that the Xiongnu has established a country and the number of refugees has increased rapidly, it is time to find a way to calm people's hearts.

Duan Qin and Cui Ji understood. Following the order, the counties quickly prepared for the celebration of winter.

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The sacrificial activities in the Taishou Mansion are naturally more grand than in other counties. Two days before the winter solstice, an altar was set up in Fuzhong and preparations were made. There were constant sacrificial animals coming in and out, and the exorcist Fang Xiang and the boy also fasted early to prepare. This action immediately made the whole Lucheng lively.

Two days later, Liang Feng wore a virtuous crown on his head, a prefect seal ribbon on his waist, and a profound robe stood in front of the altar. Lead all officials of the Taishou Mansion to worship the gods together. In ancient times, only the emperor could sacrifice to the heavens and the earth. As a prefect, Liang Feng could only ask for a smooth weather and prevent epidemics and disasters. Respectfully offered sacrifices, and read the sacrificial texts according to the ancient rituals. Fang Xiangshi, the chief priest wearing a golden ghost face with four eyes and a bear skin, began to dance wildly with his spear and shield.

The drum horn sounded at the same time, accompanied by a rhythmic shout. The **** composed of 120 children also began to dance. Standing at the head of the officials, Liang Feng could not help feeling a trace of trance. The same was true for the exorcism ceremony last year. At that time, there were only more than 20 people in front of him, but now, the figure made of more than a hundred red soap and holding a drum is completely transformed into a different look.

This Fang Xiang clan was specially invited by the Prefect, and Cui Ji, the grandson of a famous Confucian, bothered to make arrangements. Naturally, He Dong's sacrifice was grand and grand, in line with rituals and laws. However, the shocking majesty of killing last year is gone, and it is more of a dazzling performance. Just like any sacrificial ceremony, it is dazzling and frightening.

The thoughts were disturbed by the sudden thoughts, but Liang Feng did not show it to the face, but condensed his expression and witnessed the Nuo dance with a more solemn posture. What he wants is peace of mind, the more professional the performance, the more convincing.

Behind him was the official of the prefectural palace standing quietly. Everyone looked at Fang Xiangshi who was doing Nuo intently, and only one gaze turned to the back of them.

Yi Yan also remembered last year. He was standing in front of the man, wearing bear skin. With a heavy ghost face on his face, he couldn't see other things, only the figure shone brightly under the firelight. There is a focused gaze that makes his blood stretched, and can't wait for it to be effective, there is appreciation, admiration, trust and hope, only for him!

Today, what he faces is just a back view. Beside him, there are more than a dozen officials standing beside him, even if he can surpass others by one position, it's just a mere step.

The drums rumbling, like winter thunder, hit in the heart. Yi Yan lowered his gaze silently, without saying a word, just like a statue, standing behind Liang Feng.

After going around the Taishou Mansion, Fang Xiangshi quickly rushed out of the gate with the vibrators and ran towards the city. The exorcism ceremony must completely jump through several main roads in the city, and clean up the filth one by one. The event of the Hedong Grand Festival in the Prefectural Mansion will also spread to every corner of the Shangdang along with their Nuo dance.

After the exorcist, there was an official banquet. The new prefect banquet hosted the officials of the prefectural government. Even the ordinary officials could eat two hot dishes and wontons filled with fatty mutton. This arrangement is definitely a good omen for the war-torn county people.

The monarch has not forgotten their hard work over the past six months, nor has he neglected those ancient rituals that are about to be forgotten. How long has it been since Lucheng has held such a large-scale Nuo? What about the entire Shangdang territory?

Today, the monarch is thinking of them, thinking of ruling more than 10,000 households. Where can I find such a good official? !

With such thoughts, the county government was all happy. Liang Feng made an exception and prepared alcoholic wine and singing and dancing. After eating this meal, it was a three-day holiday, so naturally he had to drink freely. A meal, full of wine and food, the guests and the host enjoy it.

With a full body of alcohol, Liang Feng returned to the back house. He didn't drink a few drinks, but there was more than one drinker at the banquet, and even Jiang Da was stunned by people, forgetting his job as a doctor. Not to mention other people who love wine.

After sitting down on the couch and instructing Luzhu to pour a cup of tea, Liang Feng let out a long sigh of relief. It seems that Duan Qin's suggestion really worked. Some things, to do or not to do, are two concepts. In ancient times, setting up so many official festivals and celebrations was not useless. For those flat-headed people who don't know how to write, the government's words and deeds are the only things they can rely on. Otherwise, there will be no worship of "parent officials" and "Master Qingtian" that have been passed down from generation to generation.

In this way, festivals such as the Zhengdan Grand Banquet, the Lichun Whip Cow, and the Shangsi Banquet must be prepared one by one. I only hope that next spring, the Huns will not be too troubled.

As I was thinking about it, someone outside the door spread: "President, Young Master Rong, please see me."

Why is Rong'er here? Liang Feng sat up straight: "Bring him in."

Also in a formal suit, Liang Rong walked into the bedroom and bowed and saluted: "My son, I wish my father a peaceful and safe winter."

Only then did Liang Feng react. Liang Rong came to pay respects to himself. The winter solstice is also a day for children to pay respects to their parents and elders. Last year, the two of them spent the festival together in Liang's Mansion, but this year they forgot about it because of He Dong.

Unexpectedly, Liang Rong had been waiting and wanted to congratulate himself on this "Asian New Year".

Qian Qian's drunkenness disappeared, Liang Feng smiled and beckoned: "Let Rong'er wait a long time for my father, come, and draw a picture of cold relief with my father."

This is also the rule set by the two last year. The winter solstice is the first day of counting to nine. When preparing to eliminate cold, counting to nine eliminates the cold. Only last year, Liang Rong received the pictures directly, and this year, Liang Feng painted for him in person.

With joy in his heart, Liang Rong walked up quickly, carefully rolled up his sleeves, and grinded his father with his own hands. The thick ink melted away, and Liang Feng picked up his pen and began to draw winter plums. Last year, he had a hard time drawing plum blossoms. After all, he had only practiced Liu style, and he had not specialized in painting. However, one year later, in his writing, both the calligraphy and the painting have made great progress. This is the basic skill for survival, not to mention that there is not much entertainment left for him now.

The thick ink outlines the rugged plum branches, the light ink depicts the delicate petals, and a cluster of ink plum blossoms all over the branches in a short time.

Liang Feng stopped writing and smiled at Liang Rong who stared at the picture in a daze: "Rong'er, today is the first day of the number of nine, do you want to paint the first petal?"

Liang Rong nodded immediately: "Yes!"

Green bamboo put cinnabar on it with a wink, and the little guy took another fine pen from his father and traced it carefully. In the little hands where there are still some baby fat, a petal of ink plum dyed with vermilion, blooming on the branches.