The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Zhang Mao took his hands and wiped an old tear. Suddenly, there was a feeling that the hero was late.

Looking at the eyes, this former teenager Lang thought that he was burly, but this little guy, in front of himself, was only thin and small, like a small weak chicken.

But now, Zhang Mao's back camel, but Fang Jifan is still handsome, and his body is more upright.

The time for him and the group of old guys is over.

He held Fang Jifan's hand: "People will inevitably die, hey, be sad ..."

Fang Jifan said: "It's not death, it's a sham."

Zhang Mao: "..."

In any case, he couldn't understand why Fang Jifan was stronger than himself.

He finally received tears and said, "I am obliged to preside over the sacrifice. This sacrifice is so sloppy. The so-called people can be bullied. The rules, what kind of people, from which door to enter, what kind of rituals, what to say, should be cautious. If there is no arrangement in advance, the collision with the gods, this ... will harm the children. "

"Come ... you sit down."

Fang Jifan had no choice but to sit down.

Zhang Mao said: "Come here, take things."

After a while, the accompanying person held a thick stack of books with both hands and rested on Zhang Mao's case.

Zhang Mao took out one: "This is" Book of Rites "." Another one was taken out: "This is the Dajia." Then he said: "There is this one, this one, this one ... here, They are all regulations. So-called everything must be learned. What are allusions, norms and rules, let ’s say the rituals, your father is a monarch, how many animals should be killed, how should the animals be burned, and when should they be worshipped, Do you know how many incense sticks are needed for a few days? "

Fang Jifan's face was shocked and shook his head.

Zhang Mao sighed, the people's hearts are not old, the rules of the ancestors have gradually faded into the next generation of relatives, how can this be obtained?

He cheered up and broke his finger to give Fang Jifan a detailed interpretation, but think about it and shake his head. Now I want to teach this kid, I do n’t know if it ’s the Year of the Monkey. people.

So he sighed and said, "These, and you can learn it later, these old men come to cook, but you and Zheng Qing, as filial sons and grandchildren, although this is a national sacrifice, non-family sacrifice, but the national sacrifice, Since there is a ceremony for future generations to comfort the ancestors, how to perform the rituals as ceremonies, but you need to come in accordance with the regulations. Teach these simple things for you, and then, you can just copy the textbooks. "

"Oh." I heard that it was simple, and Fang Jifan was finally fighting a little bit of spirit.

He was complicated in his heart, and he never believed that his father was dead.

Perhaps it is unacceptable, or, deep down, always looking forward to a miracle, or, this is his instinct.

In any case, Zhang Mao burst into tears, and what else can he say, just be simple.

Zhang Mao then began to speak. This talk was an endless torrent of time. The words were dry, and Fang Jifan was dizzy. He could n’t help crying, Dad, do n’t you be true Hey, if you are yawning, your son stays in the world, this is alive and suffering, what the **** rules, I would rather the white-haired man gave me this black-haired man.

Zhang Mao took a sip of tea and paused. Fang Jifan said: "Shi Bo, have you finished?"

"Not yet, there are more than half of them." Zhang Mao said: "This is just a small rule, just say where, right, standing, this is the national sacrifice, you should wear Ma Dai Xiao, standing in the south, your majesty ..."

"Lao Fang ... Lao Fang ..." Hearing Zhu Houzhao's voice outside, he ruffled his throat.

Upon hearing this, Fang Jifan suddenly appeared, suddenly thinking that Zhu Houzhao was his true brother.

Zhang Mao frowned.

Fang Jifan said: "Shi Bo, your prince, there must be an important event, Shi Bo, what's the matter, you write down these rules, as soon as I recite them, will it not be?"

Zhang Mao said: "Such things can only be unspeakable. There are so many court officers in the temple. Why does your majesty only believe in the elderly? On the one hand, it is the majesty of love, on the other hand, I also know the rules that are better than others. Many, those who only know how to excerpt sentences in the book, where do they know these ... "

"That's it, one word is final." Fang Jifan dropped a sentence and ran out.

Outside, he saw that Zhu Houzhao came in a hurry, and when he saw Fang Jifan, he was about to speak. Fang Jifan grabbed his shirt: "Run quickly."

Zhu Houzhao was furious and wanted to open Fang Jifan's hand, but when he thought that he had to prevent Lao Fang from thinking about it, he grinned and said: "Your shirt is so well stretched, it just happens to pin my neck, so I don't feel choked , But you are subject to your restraint, Lao Fang, you are so powerful, I want to learn ... oh, I ca n’t breathe ... "

Fang Jifan was staggered out and Fang Jifan was relieved: "What's the matter?"

Zhu Houzhao rubbed his neck desperately, blue, and complained: "According to your meaning, we won a batch of Portuguese envoys, but ... let alone Wang Xisuo and another Portuguese."

Fang Jifan said: "Okay, how do they go to sea?"

"It's a private boat. Of course, it has nothing to do with us on the surface."

Fang Jifan said: "This is great."

Zhu Hou Zhao said: "I'm afraid of this Wang Xi's work. Once I go out to sea, I will turn my face and don't recognize people."

"I will recognize it." Fang Jifan said lightly: "He secretly bought two houses in the new city. I don't believe that he dared to go far away, turning his face and not recognizing people."

Zhu Houzhao still feels uneasy. They are all Fran robots.

This time four Spanish ships were defeated.

Naturally, the Ming dynasty should anger all the Flemish robots, whether you are Spain or Portugal, anyway, they are all teeth.

After taking the people, let go of Wang Xizuo and another envoy, let them find a way to escape back to Lu Song.

Although these two were Portuguese, the Spanish kingdom lost four ships, and thousands of them disappeared. It is necessary to find ways to find out the news.

These two escaped people naturally became vital figures.

Wang Xizuo, of course, is close to the Spaniard. As for what to do next, it depends on how he adapts.

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan: "The day after tomorrow, it's going to be a sacrifice. I think you have a bad complexion. Lao Fang, you have to mourn."

It seems that everyone looks at themselves with sympathetic eyes.

Fang Jifan is used to it.

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A fast ship from the Japanese country appeared again in Tianjin Wei.

Tianjin Weijidi Shop was shocked when it saw the news from Golden Island again.

Golden Island, the manpower and material resources spent for such a small volume of information are amazing.

A thin piece of paper costs only tens of thousands of silver.

For any message from Golden Island, the courier shop dared not wait for it to be taken lightly, and immediately ordered someone to arrange a fast horse and send it to the capital.

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On the third day of November, a good day.

Emperor Hongzhi got up early in the morning, and the time had not yet arrived. The Ganning Palace was already brilliantly lit. He put on his crown suit and wore a crown of heaven. This sacrifice will be held in the Taimiao Temple.

In the temple's enjoyment hall, the sacrificial emperors of the Ming dynasty are sacrificed, and around the main building of the enjoyment hall, there are the east and west halls.

The East Side Hall worships the princes and princes who have merit, and the West Side Hall worships the literary ministers who have great merits.

In this ceremony, you need to go to the temple first, and the emperor Hongzhi burns the sacrifice in person. The sacrifice is about the Spanish Francis' ambitions against Daming's wolf son, and how Daming can fight back. Taiping.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Hongzhi will move to the East Side Hall to honor the late King Fang Jinglong of Xinjin County.

Many of this ceremony were made by Emperor Hongzhi, and many of the etiquette exceeded the identity of the county king. This is called the purpose, in order to show the merits of Fang Jinglong.

Xiao Jing personally straightened the Emperor Hongzhi's crown of crowns, and on the one hand, he shouted the emperor's crown suit, saying: "Your Majesty, the car is ready."

"What time is it now." Emperor Hongzhi said.

"It's almost time."

It was still early, Emperor Hongzhi said: "Come on a tea."

Xiao Jing was busy pouring tea ~ www.readwn.com ~ Emperor Hongzhi said: "There is nothing wrong with the British father."

"Everything is ready, the only thing that is lacking in the ointment is ... it is ... the British public is worried ..."

"What to worry about." Emperor Hongzhi said.

"Worried about the excessive sadness of Qi Guogong and forgot the etiquette of sacrifice."

"Hey ..." Emperor Hongzhi said: "I'm too sad, I can understand, the pain of losing my father, how many people can bear it? Don't look at Fang Jifan, he always laughs, but he is a filial son, I understand him . "

Emperor Hongzhi took a sip of tea, and after feeling emotion, he couldn't help saying: "Let a ceremonial officer follow him at any time to remind him, so as not to lose his appearance in the temple, this is a major event and cannot be wrong."

Xiao Jing said: "Yes, slave-servants think so."

After drinking a pair of tea, the sky was already shimmering, and Emperor Hongzhi got up. This time, he had a complicated mind. On the one hand, he wanted to repay the ancestors, on the other hand, he had to sacrifice his left arm and right arm. field.

Emperor Hongzhi got into the car, and the Jinwuwei and the generals around him drove around.

At this time, under the dawn, Daming Gate was already open.

When Sheng Jia walked out of the Daming Gate, the civil and military officials who had been waiting here for a long time all worshipped around Yu Dao, saying long live, and then people stood up and walked towards Tai Temple with Sheng Jia.

At this time, everyone was wearing good luck clothes, all showing their faces.

Zhu Houzhao followed Fang Jifan closely, and Fang Jifan looked blank, looking at this huge situation. Suddenly he found that he seemed to have to accept a terrible fact.

My dad ... Eight out of ten, it's really a sham.