Facing Zhao Yang's sudden questioning, Zhao Wuxi was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and saw several murals with different contents at the top of the corridor of the temple:

The founder of Zhou Mu was the king of Zhou, and he took him to travel in the legendary land of quicksand, to the snow-capped Kunlun Mountains, to collect beautiful jade from Yuzhi, and to see the country of the Queen Mother of the West in Tianchi. Finally, after galloping thousands of miles, he reached the country of Huaiyi and killed King Xu Yan. The colors in this painting are gorgeous, and the lines are ethereal and abstract.

The sixth generation of the founder, Sun Yuanfu, was the ruler of King Xuan of Zhou. He desperately escorted the emperor to escape in the battle of thousands of acres. The color of this painting is dripping with blood, and the lines are realistic, reflecting the terrifying apocalypse before the demise of the Western Zhou Dynasty, "Ye Ye shakes the electricity, restless and restless.

Afterwards, Chengzi Zhao Cai accompanied Duke Wen of Jin into exile for the feudal feudal feudal lords. He served as the emcee of ceremonies in Chu and Qin countries. He helped Chong’er to answer the aggressive questions of the King of Chu and Qin Bo in Zhechongzun, and was praised as Zhiwen. The colors of this painting are simple, the lines are soft, and the characters are gentle.

They are silently telling the history and brilliance of the Zhao family.

As a transmigrator, on such a solemn and solemn occasion, facing Zhao Yang's direct-to-the-heart questions, if he changed someone else, he would often feel guilty and be at a loss...

But Zhao Wuxi was different. He was also a descendant of the Zhao family in his previous life. At this moment, he felt the protection and blessings of his ancestors to the fullest.

He said slowly: "I heard that my father had a dream that he was invited by the Emperor of Heaven to travel in the nine heavens... I remember it was the turn of October last year, when the boy had a minor illness, he also did it a dream."

Zhao Wuxi made a memoir. Begin to slowly tell the half-exaggerated, half-realistic later life.

"The place in the boy's dream. It's like a fairyland. I'm afraid my father can't imagine it when I say it: a towering building rises from the ground. There are tens of millions of people living in a city. Words are hyphenated, or listen to the conversation of the sages in the hall that is bright all night, or play with ingenuity, and live a happier life than the princes of a great country."

"There, porcelain and pottery bowls are as common and cheap, and I usually drive a canopy warm car that can travel thousands of miles a day without horsepower. Fly to Yingcheng to arrange a feast, and then go to Linzi to watch the temple fair to promote excellence. The iron arrows there can be fired without arm strength and bowstrings, which is as miserable as a bee; There will be millions of corpses..."

Zhao Yang has been listening blankly. Mouth slightly opened. Originally, after he fainted for seven days, the predictions made by the doctors based on vague dreams were already very strange and miraculous, and he was slightly proud of his imagination.

Unexpectedly heard today. It is beyond the scope of imagination and acceptance.

"Some of the kid's whimsical ideas and ingenious things are partly seen by chance in a dream, as for the kid's temperament..."

Zhao Wuxi leaned over to Zhao Yang and bowed again: "Fish swims in the water. Birds swim in the clouds, and it is the beginning of winter. The bird enters the sea and turns into clams. Everything changes, and people also have it. Things will change his temperament. So after experiencing the dream, the boy is like a mysterious bird that broke out of an egg, and has changed..."

Zhao Yang thought that he was right. After being in a coma for seven days, he experienced the threshold of life and death, and he also had some insights and changes.

"I see." He nodded slightly and accepted Zhao Wuxi's explanation. At the same time, he was even more convinced of Gu Bu Ziqing's divination, as well as Mi Yu, who even believed in himself.

"It doesn't matter whether the fairyland in the dream is real or not, but what Wu Xie learned from school is indeed very useful. Maybe this is God's will? Wu Xie is the son of the Zhao family who was given to me by the emperor and ancestors, and the future true general... "

It's like that King Zhuang of Chu who has been dormant for three years, if he doesn't make a sound, he will become a blockbuster. If he doesn't fly, he will fly into the sky!

After solving the doubts in his heart, Zhao Yang led Wu Xie in and informed his ancestors that he had grown up.

In the shrine inside, the tablet of Jingzi and Zhao Cheng is enshrined. The smokeless whale ointment burning on the copper lamp stand is fragrant, and it also reflects the bright lights in the room.

Here from the early morning, the ceremony of "Chen Servant" is completed.

The bronze ritual utensils used for sacrificial sacrifices have long been polished to a golden shine. The dried meat and meat sauce are placed in the bean curd. The copper bean is like a dish of later generations.

The five dings and four guilds of the Qing doctor's specifications are arranged neatly. The tripod is a huo tripod with an ox head and a chi pattern, and its shape is quite large. The top is decorated with Kui pattern and panchi pattern, and the neck is decorated with ox head and double body with panchi pattern, showing the classical beauty and grace of the ritual vessels of the Bronze Age.

Zhao Yang asked Wu Xie to wait here with Yousi to complete the ceremony of reporting to the temple. He went out of the temple door by himself and welcomed the guests in.

Hearing the footsteps go away, Zhao Wuxi breathed a sigh of relief, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Just now, Zhao Yang stared at Hu Mu and asked such a question, which was actually a little scary.

"I will replace Zhao Wuxi and fulfill his wish, and I will also do my duty for the descendants of the Zhao clan, so that the ancestors and clans will never stop eating..." He said to the unseen ancestors of the Zhao clan in the ancestral temple.

The candles moved without wind, as if responding to Wu-shirt.

Three days ago, after inviting guests all over the place, Zhao Yang followed the etiquette and once again used the method of occupying the table to select a person with high morals and respect from his colleagues to serve as the official guest with the crown. On the day of the crown ceremony, the main guests must be present, otherwise the ceremony cannot be performed. In addition, a "liker", that is, an assistant who assists Zhengbin to be crowned, will also be specially invited.

Zhao Wuxi knew who Zhengbin and Zanbin were. When he finished praying, he turned to face south under the guidance of Yousi, just in time to see Zhao Yang facing the two of them. A bow.

Zanbin is Wu Xie's prospective father-in-law, Song Guoda Sicheng Leqi. He gradually recovered after the doctor Bian Que took advantage of the principle of Zhao Wuxi's "fine Gu disease theory" and chose some medicines. Now his face is ruddy and his coughing is less, he has regained the appearance of that honest elder, looking at Zhao Wuxi with admiration and gratitude.

And Zhengbin. It was an old man who had no shirt and did not know, and he was tall. With broad shoulders, he was wearing the same dress as Zhao Yang: a black crown against the gray hair. Wearing a jade pendant with a bear and dragon pattern on the bottom, the eyes are not dimmed at all, and the broad palm looks like a sword and swaying all the year round, with thick calluses and sporadic age spots on it.

Zhao Yang and Le Qi followed behind him, as if they had become young people.

Zhao Wuxi was deeply impressed by the old man's appearance and manner of speaking. With just one look and an ordinary word, Wu Xie sensed a trace of danger and pressure.

"This is today's champion? It's really a tiger father without a dog!"

this day. That is, on the winter solstice of the ninth year of the Marquis of Jin, Zhao Wuxi finally met with Fan Yang, the ruler of Jin, who had shrouded the state of Jin and the Zhao clan for several years.

As if fate, Fan Yang, who was chosen as the guest of honor in the immediate divination, will be the crown for Zhao Wuxi!

...

After the report to the temple, it is the official crowning ceremony.

The Guantang sits in the north and faces the south. There are two east and west steps in front of the hall. Therefore, it is called the main step, or the zuo step; the west step is for the guests to go up and down the hall, so it is called the guest step.

When Zhao Wuxi was led by Yousi, he ascended the hall from the main steps in the east. Immediately, the guests who watched the ceremony were surprised. Due to etiquette, they couldn't talk to each other, so they could only look at each other. The meaning conveyed is self-explanatory.

The winner has a special seat in the hall, and its position varies by status. The seat of the eldest son is set on the steps above, and the seat of the concubine is at the north-east of the hall. As the saying goes, "the eldest son is crowned with the Mi. It is also the replacement". Above the Mi's step is the position of the master, and the eldest son is crowned here to highlight that he is qualified to replace his father's position in the family in the future.

"Zhao Wuxi is just a concubine, and his mother is humble, but now Zhao Meng treats him as a direct son..."

Excessive petting, or no hints? Everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Bolu, who came to watch the ceremony. I saw that his face was solemn, and he did not show much dissatisfaction, but there was a hint of discouragement in his eyes.

The weather is fine today, and the early morning sun shines on the eaves of the palace, the stones, and the Tao Rui beasts. Zhao Wuxi felt the eyes of everyone on the crown, while the three Yousi held the bamboo baskets with the crowns, and walked from the second place on the west steps. Steps down one by one.

There are three kinds of clothing: bian clothing, leather clothing, and Xuan Duan clothing.

There are also three kinds of crowns: cloth crown, leather cover, and jue cover.

Le Qi, who was in charge of the praise, slowly went up to the hall and placed the turban, hairpin, comb and other items on the southern end of the table. Zhengbin Fan Yang gave Zhao Wuxi a hand with a faint smile.

"In the past, when Zhao Wenzi was crowned, Yang was the young man in the dungeon. His grandfather Fan Wenzi watched the ceremony. After returning home, he highly praised him and predicted that he would be Zhengqing in the future. Yang was also taught by Wenzi and became friends with Jingzi. As the chief official of Zhao Meng, it is a great honor to be the honored guest of the little gentleman today, and I wish the two families of Fan and Zhao will always be good.”

Fan Wenzi is indeed a modest gentleman. When he saw the young orphan of Zhao family, he had to nag a little more, but his words were well-meaning. His personality seems to have a profound influence on Zhao Wu. Fan Wenzi educated a Zhao Wenzi. At that time, the relationship between Fan and Zhao was very friendly.

But ~lightnovelpub.net~ This is an old yellow calendar that has changed over time. Zhao Wuxi is very vigilant about Jin's ruling, and he doesn't believe a single word of what the old jackal said from the bottom of his heart.

But politics is like this, and the superficial effort must go on.

Zhao Wuxi also pretended to be moved and returned the salute: "In the past, during the crown ceremony of the great-grandfather, Fan Wenzi once said that from now on, we must always guard against impatience. Wise people will be more cautious when they are favored, and foolish people will be arrogant and rude when they are favored... ...Seriously speaking, Fan Wenzi's teaching. The boy hopes to listen to Fan Bo's teaching today."

After the hospitality was over, Wu Xie sat down immediately, Le Qi also came to talk to him, and sat behind Wu Xie. With the help of Yousi, I untied the two very two hairpins for him, then twisted the hair into bundles, and then used a hosta as a shaft to coil the bundles of hair on the hairpin layer by layer, and then tighten the ends of the hair tightly. Put the ground into the bun, and finally wrap the hair with silk.

This is also a hairstyle. (To be continued..)

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