The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 575

Lu Xiang lifted the hem of his official robe and took the lead in bowing down:
"Congratulations to the emperor!"

A high-pitched sound awakened the meditating officials, and hurriedly congratulated them.

"Congratulations to the emperor, happy to have a prince!"

"Hey little prince, a thousand years and a thousand years!"

All of a sudden, in the huge venue, words of congratulations scrambled to be the first, one after another.

When the sundial needle points to the mark of Si hour, the guard of honor holds up the flags and banners, and the bright yellow satin flutters in the wind in the bright winter sun.

The long copper horn sounded, and Eunuch Yu sang:

"Auspicious day arrives—"

The main entrance of the ancestral hall, which had not been opened for several years, was slowly pushed to the sides, and the paulownia wood rubbed against each other, making a heavy humming.

The emperor and empress crossed the high threshold together, vermilion and crimson complement each other.

On the altar in the courtyard, the sacrificial officer began to read the Zhu Wen, and performed the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens, in order to tell the ancestors of Daqi Lie Huangzong.

The old national teacher in a blue robe greeted him with a smile on his face, dipped a very thin pen in cinnabar, and lightly tapped the center of the little prince's eyebrows.

During this period, the baby did not dodge crying and let the soft object sweep the delicate skin.

The clear pupils reflected the loving and comforting face of the old courtier.

"Your majesty, empress, it's fine."

The old master retreated to the side and watched the two of them walk towards Xiangtang.

The bright morning light shines through a row of century-old towering trees, and the fine light and shadow fall on their shoulders, shining like stars.

In the Hall of Enjoyment are enshrined the memorial tablets of all the royal relatives and ancestors. It has a stepped tower shape and is lit with an everlasting lamp.

Minister Zongzhengsi solemnly opened the wooden box, took out the vermilion jade ultimatum, deliberated for a while, and wrote on the blank space behind Emperor Jingyuan:

"The eldest son of the emperor, Huangfuzhi, was born at the sixth quarter of the unitary hour on the eighth day of the ninth lunar month in the third year of Jingyuan. He was canonized as the crown prince, and his mother, Empress Su..."

The historian standing on the side also stood up and wrote down this moment of universal celebration with eloquence.

Daqi's most precious only seedling is destined to attract the attention of all the people in his life and bear a heavy responsibility.

Ci'an Palace.

The room was scented with warmth, and Empress Dowager Hua was leaning on the small couch by the window, her eyes half-closed, dozing off like she was not asleep.

After a serious illness, after more than a year of recuperation, it can only be said that he saved his life, but he is no longer as hale and hearty as before.

The gray hair gradually turned into a head full of silver threads, and the slight movement of the eyelids revealed a few deep wrinkles.

"Seventh girl." She called softly, but did not open her eyes.

Huangfushan was patiently pressing the acupuncture points for the old lady to activate the meridians according to the doctor's instructions.

Hearing this, he replied in a low voice, "Hey."

The old hand patted the side of the couch: "Let's take a break."

"I'm not tired." She wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Physician Liang said that this acupuncture point has been opened, and you have to finish pressing it, and you can't stop."

After a long silence, the old woman sighed: "As the saying goes, adversity knows people's hearts. In the past, the princes and noble daughters who surrounded me and fawned on me in every possible way have stopped recently."

She didn't take the opportunity to add insult to injury and say something, she still concentrated on the work in hand.

Squinting her dizzy old eyes, looking at the girl's serious side face, Mrs. Hua apologized behind her:
"Back then, the Ai family didn't like Concubine Ning's temperament very much, and even had a prejudice against you. They favored the eloquent Qin'er, who was in a high position, Yi Yiye was blind, and it was really difficult to distinguish the sincerity. Unexpectedly, the Ai family committed a crime. Make the same mistake..."

"Imperial Grandmother." She interrupted with a smile, "It's all over, the most important thing for you now is to take good care of your body and avoid wasting your mind."

"How can the boat pass without a trace..." Turning her head to look at the bleak branches in the courtyard, the old lady murmured, "Shan'er, is what you said true?"

(End of this chapter)