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Under the night, civil and military generals, envoys of the four yi, local officials, and small officials all came to the banquet by the moonlight.

On this night, the gate of the imperial pole was open, and the banquet was going to be carried out very late.

The Nine Musicians of the Teaching Workshop Division are already in the Fengtian Palace, and the Great Musicians outside the Hall are regulating the palace merchants. A group of dancers in the gate came to the Danqi outside the Fengtian Temple.

Under the Danqi, the civil officials wearing blue and green official robes greeted their acquaintances warmly, and when they arrived at the table, those who arrived first met the people who came later, they always needed to stand up and push each other to give up their seats.

It looks a little fake, but many people are not to blame, if you are not careful, if you are too big, you must not cause trouble for yourself. As for the scarlet-robed officials on the left and right of the royal road, the princes and horses, and other lords, they were disdainful of the other officials under the Danqi, and walked straight to the Fengtian Hall to wait.

The low-level civil officials under the seat looked at the scarlet robes, threw off their sleeves and left the background, with envious looks on their faces, and then told the left and right which department and which academy this is the hall official, the background of the imperial examination, and the resume of the official.

When talking, there are always one or two people who brag about how the official and this senior official were back then.

Then he calmly said to everyone, trying not to be so exaggerated, not to put gold on his face, and finally everyone heard a burst of admiration to cheer the audience. Everyone knows that if there is a real relationship, it will not be known to everyone, but will try to cover it up.

The officialdom has been trained for a long time, and they are all clear-eyed people, who has a few pounds and two, it is clear at a glance, but it will not be broken in public.

Since the founding of the country, this kind of suburban celebration banquet has been held every year, and it has long been an ordinary thing for the official eunuchs who have been officials for decades. As for the newly promoted officials, it is full of novelty, and some people see it as an opportunity to worship the mountain.

However, the general tone of the banquet is to let the monarchs and ministers enjoy together and share this peaceful and prosperous world.

Lin Yanchao sat on the seat, watching the courtyard fire on the Forbidden City, intertwined with the galaxy flowing in the sky, and in the direction of the coal mountain, the fireworks exploded one by one on the head of the Forbidden City.

Bang, bang, a few bangs, made the officials stop talking to each other, and looked up at the sky for a moment.

The evening breeze is blowing, blowing on the face, Lin Yanchao is in a good mood, looking at this scene of the Taiping feast, although the current Ming Dynasty is not talking about the four seas and ruling the arch, it is also called a bit of prosperity.

That's how he felt when he went to the feast at this moment.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

With three silent whips down the steps, all the officials knew that the Son of Heaven had arrived, and the audience was suddenly silent, and everyone got up from their seats together and stood facing the Fengtian Temple.

The Son of Heaven's book stopped at the Fengtian Temple.

"Blessed is the Holy Bow!"

"Hundreds of officials are exempt!"

The Son of Heaven ascended to the throne in the Fengtian Temple, and there was silence outside

Lin Yanchao knew that this time was far from the time for a banquet, and the Son of Heaven and the hundred officials in the Fengtian Hall still had a match, guessing that it was basically a song of praise for Junde and the words of the four seas to be peaceful.

The thicker the night, the brighter the galaxy, and a few conversations in the Fengtian Hall faintly floated under the Danqi. Lin Yanchao wanted to hear clearly, but gave up after a while, fortunately, the transition didn't last long.

After a while, the eunuch said, "Your Majesty drinks!" ”

Suddenly, all the officials at the table stood up.

In the palace, there are nine lords in the big banquet and seven lords in the middle banquet, and the wine can be drunk, but not excessively, otherwise it will be overdrinking.

Therefore, during the feast, the ancients paid attention to drinking.

Lin Yanchao raised the cup up, but did not drink it, because of the Nine Jue wine, only the Son of Heaven can drink the Nine Jue, and as a courtier, the first lord and the fourth lord cannot drink it.

At this time, the musicians of the Teaching Workshop Division played the 'Song of Luck of Yan Jing', but listening to the song, Yan Jing was lucky, and the Holy Emperor was born. The Ming Dynasty is extremely powerful, and the Yu Tang Dynasty is far away. Heqinghai feast, Wufu Minkang. Weijiayi bureaucrats, virtue was Rongqiang. Eight treasures are recommended, and nine tripods are fragrant. The drum and bell are ironing, and the palace is full of signs......

The three teams of dancers outside the hall danced the dance of calming the world.

"Your Majesty is done!"

After speaking, the hundred officials sat down, and then the palace servant on the side of the seat poured wine for the hundred officials.

When the Son of Heaven drank the second jue wine, the musicians played the song of the imperial wind, and the hundred officials did not have to get up, but raised their glasses and drank together.

Since the Duke of Zhou established the system of ritual music, ritual music represents the legal system of the Son of Heaven, and if the legal system is out of place, it means that the ritual is bad and the music collapses. Therefore, the dance music at the banquet is not purely appreciated, but edifying.

Lin Yanchao drank while watching the dance, and said in his heart, this song of good luck of Yan Jing, Da Ming admires fire virtue, and Yan Jing refers to fire virtue.

And this martial art in the world is a martial dance. On behalf of the Ming Dynasty of Fire and Virtue, martial arts to determine chaos.

And the car book will dance, for the dance, which means that the car is the same track book and the same text, the world is unified, and the peace is achieved by virtue and morality.

The three teams of dancers danced passionately towards the Fengtian Palace, but Lin Yanchao looked at this seat, but unfortunately he could only see the heads surging up and down, and it was difficult to get a glimpse of the whole picture.

Although Lin Yanchao has no attainments in music, he can also try to learn the methods of the ancients to judge the sound to know the sound, and the sound to know the music.

Drinking alcohol and listening to Yale, Lin Yanchao tapped his index finger lightly on his thighs, and half-closed his eyes.

At the end of the song, someone in the temple shouted.

"Your Majesty raises the chopstick!"

After the eunuch said this, the hundred officials lifted the chopsticks and moved the wine and food on the banquet.

After such a long time, the wine and food are also cold, and everyone is a pity, but they have been hungry for a long time, and everyone is not particular. At this time, there is still a set of rules in the Fengtian Temple, but the outside of the hall is already arbitrary, of course, it should not be too much.

The officials of the various yamen also began to toast to each other, and then worship the top of the mountain or something, and there was gradually a commotion on all sides.

The noble Hanlin people of the Hanlin Academy disdain to toast and worship the mountain. On the contrary, it is to blame for this kind of noise, which affects their mood of enjoying the music.

Lin Yanchao and the Hanlin people at the same table talked about a few allusions to ritual music.

Lin Yanchao never forgot it, so he was good at soliciting and quoting when chatting, and even his colleagues in the Hanlin Academy admired it.

At the banquet, Huang Fengxiang said with a smile: "When it comes to quoting scriptures, we are not as good as Brother Zonghai. ”

Lin Yanchao smiled and said a few words modestly.

At this time, hearing the laughter and conversation at the next table, Lin Yanchao and a few Hanlin couldn't help but turn their heads to look for a sound.

This table is the banquet of the household department, several officials of the household department raised their smiles and drinks, Lin Yanchao saw that Li Sancai, who was the head of the household department, had a spring breeze on his face, and he was obviously a little proud.

One person said: "Lord Li, you are full of romance on weekdays, but you are alone in the suburbs, save the overall situation, turn things around, and the real merit is in the community, and the lower officials are here to give you a cup." ”

Hearing this, Lin Yanchao frowned, and said in his heart that this thing is really shameless. (To be continued.) )