The prosperity of the harmonious sound, the five sao play together, the Juntian Yale, the eight tones are harmonious.

In addition to the palace gate, the four gates of the city tower, the street of the fang market, there are solemnly dressed Jiaofang Si Geji, with the dance music that permeates the whole city, the dance music is neatly drawn together, the movement is not big, the spring light is not exposed, but exudes a unique aura and beauty.

After the martial arts, the imperial gate of heaven, accept the foreign feudal court, the team is more spectacular, the square in front of the palace gate is crowded to the extreme, it is still not opened, cross the Luo River, pay tribute to the square things, pile up gold and jade, put it in the market, win the admiration of the onlookers, and then, walk to the Wu's seven temples by the Luoshui side, first worship the heaven and earth, and then worship the ancestors, and then return to the Ming Hall, accept the greetings of the nobles and civil and military courtiers, the process is cumbersome and long, some of the older high-level loose officials are physically exhausted, supported by the close junior bureaucrats, all the way out of breath.

Look at the martial arts again, the dragon walks and walks the tiger, the heroic posture is upright, looking forward to the self-pride, the weather is thousands, the round trip is about five miles, there is no fatigue, and there is still the strength to wave with the elderly gentry on both sides of the road.

The imperial heir Li Dan was absent, and above the ceremony, it was Princess Taiping who was appointed to serve as the second sacrifice, and the final sacrifice was Liang Wang Wu Sansi.

According to the old practice last year, when the Empress Wu presented the last sacrifice, the millet grain, Quan Ce stepped forward to forward, and the difference this year is that Princess Taiping did not pick up the grain like Li Dan and handed it to Quan Ce, but just nodded, did not stretch out his hand, Quan Ce had to step forward, picked up the grain from the confession case, and sent it directly to the Empress Wu, who took it and placed it on the altar to complete the ritual of the sacrifice.

The major affairs of the country, in the worship and Rong, the foreign vassal kings do not feel how, only dislike the etiquette of the Celestial Empire is really verbose, one person can do a good job, you have to get several people to do it, slowly and leisurely, slower than the old grandmother milking goat's milk, but the ministers and ministers are not, no matter how the court fights, in the final analysis, the ups and downs of power, are tied to the mind of the martial queen, the subtle changes in etiquette, enough for them to see the subtle know, the last time the power policy is just a hand, but now it is to share the practice of Yaxian, Although there was a reason for Princess Taiping to help him, Empress Wu did not object, and the status of the two aunts and nephews was undoubted.

The drum music changed, Princess Taiping and Quan Ce retreated from the high platform together, and Wu Sansi stepped on the steps and danced up the steps.

Quan Ce tilted his head to look at his distorted figure, thinking that this strange sacrificial dance was very interesting, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't look around, be careful about being rude" Princess Taiping took his sleeve, grabbed his arm, and whispered.

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, some people laughed, some people were not surprised, and some people were meaningful.

"Sister, can outsiders dance that kind of dance?" Princess Gao'an saw that her nephew seemed to like it, and her mind moved.

Without waiting for Princess Yiyang to reply, the princess next to her interjected, "It's just for royal sacrifices, even if outsiders can, they don't dare to jump, Gao An, don't mess around, beware of committing taboos."

Princess Gao'an had a soft temperament, pursed her lips, and immediately died down.

Behind the princesses of their families, sitting is the third generation of the Li royal family, the heir of the imperial heir Li Dan was excluded, Li Chongrun sat in the conspicuous first place, surrounded by Li Jing and Li Xianhui and others, and then the princess came out of the royal family surname, Li Chongrun did not feel honored, only embarrassed, this embarrassment reached its peak after Quan Ce returned to sit down, Quan Ce's every move was in the spotlight, and many eyes had to sweep over him, but he did not stay for a moment, making him sit on pins and needles.

"Hmph, no wonder Quan Ce Xiao'er dares to do anything wrong, they are all used to being by the female emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and her princess daughter" The foreign feudal was invited to watch the ceremony, and Mo Si Khan said in a low voice.

Although his voice was as low as possible, the people sitting around him could hear it clearly, and they all looked sideways, with a little schadenfreude, the battle of the Pine Desert, of course, once again showed that the Great Zhou soldiers were strong and strong, and they could not be compared with the enemy, and the death of the Khitan made these foreign rabbits sad and sad, but the future son-in-law will clean up the old man's pole, and it is also a pleasure to be neither big nor small.

Mo Si brought Princess Yunxi and her eldest son Yang Izhi this time, Yang Izhi is in his twenties, and he was shocked by the scenery of the Celestial Empire, his eyes slipped on the richly dressed, plump and round, and amorous Da Zhou noblewoman, and the Adam's apple kept squirming, and he had lost the ability to think.

Princess Yunxi couldn't see it, snorted, looked around, her voice was not loud or small, "Father, you can't beat him, no one here can beat him"

It's a group taunt, and it's a nifty counter to those who watch jokes.

Near the silence, there are some kings and envoys of the big domain, the Tubo Great Minister Qinling snorted coldly, in the end he didn't say anything, after all, he was beaten with two sticks, the Great Zuo was silent, the Central Plains people are not good, but cunning, Tiele's envoys raised their necks proudly, they are in the north of the Turks, in the cold and frozen land, they have never fought with the Great Zhou, and naturally they have not been defeated, and they are qualified to be reserved.

The envoys of Silla and the Japanese Kingdom looked at them very vigilantly, and moved their buttocks into the distance, they were good sons of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and there were people here who harbored the heart of disobedience, and they must have made a small report.

After the sacrifice of Chaohe, the Empress Wu issued a calendar, announcing the change of the Yuan extended, 694 A.D. is the first year of the extended, and a banquet was held in Taoguang Garden.

The Empress Wu rode Luanyu, the ministers and envoys lined up behind, the palace attendants and palace ladies on both sides were staggered, but the guards were carefully selected, all of them were tall and mighty, Qianniu and Lan Ying were close to the attendants, and the ten thousand horsemen were in a queue of guards, swords were like forests, and the forest was mighty.

After the Qianyuan Gate, the guards on both sides of the royal road have changed the style of painting, no longer dressed as ten thousand horses, but dressed in blue Murowei tribal costumes, with high cheekbones and wide skeletons, it is the Murowei warriors brought by Hebule, they are incorporated into the ten thousand horses of Tuoba Siyu, and more than 2,000 people are densely discharged and go straight to the Yaoguang Palace.

Quan Ce was not in the courtiers' queue, but in the courtiers' queue, following several princesses, holding the power basket in his hand.

"Smack"

He stepped into the Qianyuan Gate, and everywhere he went, the warriors of Murowei on both sides would straighten their waists and caress their chests, and they stood solemnly, and their eyes were also focused on him.

Gradually, the court officials and nobles who walked side by side with Quan Ce tasted the taste, or stepped forward or retreated, separating Quan Ce, and the front and back were empty, enjoying the salute and glory of the warriors of Murowei.

"Big brother" Quan Luo didn't care if the glory could be eaten, she was probably tired of walking, holding Quan Ce's thighs and coquettish, Quan Ce squatted down, picked her up and walked slowly step by step, but the salute of the warriors of Murowei did not change because of this, but the eyes were even hotter.

Princess Taiping turned around and looked at it, frowning slightly.

Quan Ce smiled at her, very calmly, and he also knew in his heart that these Murowei warriors were probably the last trace of involvement between him and Beiya.

"Xuanying Guogong and Luntai Marquis sitting"

The guests of honor are divided, divided by the throne, on the left is the envoy of the foreign vassals, and on the right is the nobles and courtiers of the Great Zhou.

Everyone is paying attention, Quan Zhu has been favored by this since he was a child, he is very accustomed to it, bowed down to thank the grace, stepped forward, and was graceful, Xue Chongjian, the prince of Yingguo, is the youngest son of Princess Taiping, seven years old, and a little ignorant, Quan Zhu took his hand in the past, and Xue Chongjian was happy, showing a bright smile.

The two little brothers stepped on the Danqi and knelt on both sides of the martial arts.

"Hehe" Empress Wu laughed loudly, hugged the two of them in her arms, and had a somewhat mocking demeanor, "My Luntai Marquis, when I go out as an official, do you have feelings?" ”

"It's hard to repay your kindness, it's hard to repay your kindness" Quan Zhu looked at Empress Wu with a little admiration, and replied very seriously.

"Hahaha, you are my grandson, and you have a capable brother, and this is the case, but you know that the hardships of the world are not easy, you must be good at life, don't be lazy" Empress Wu laughed loudly, taught a few words, and asked Xue Chongjian a few words of enlightenment, waved his golden sleeves, and announced the opening of the banquet.

Along with the flowing water of wine and delicacies, there were hundreds of young people dressed in ink and blue costumes.

"Yo Yo Deer Song, Wild Apple ......"

With the solemn chanting, the young people waved their wide robes and big sleeves, and danced handsome and elegant.

Half of the nobles here are the noble children of the Ao, including his son Da Zuorong, who does not refuse, but there is no joy in his eyes.

"Your Royal Highness, please wine" Princess Yunxi came to the case of Princess Yiyang, bowed her knees, and raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, princess drink together" Princess Yiyang showed a smile, saw that she seemed to be a little thinner, pulled her to sit down beside her, and asked some words about food and daily life.

On the other side, Quan Ce also went to toast to his future old father-in-law, but it was not a gentle drizzle, Mo Si and his son Yang I Zhi were like a bottomless pit, not addicted to the wine cup, and poured it violently with a jade bowl, Quan Ce hesitated slightly, and Mo Si was already glaring at the bull's eye, "What's the matter?" Champion Hou doesn't look down on the prairie man? ”

"Don't dare" Quan Ce poured it down, the alcohol content is not high, but he is not drunk, but he is just silently sipping, a bit like the meaning of not winning on the battlefield and making up for it in the wine field, this is not good, no matter who you are, Da Zhou Nan'er, how can you lose to a foreign domain?

So, Quan Ce got excited, and after coping with this round of silent sipping, without waiting for him to regroup and launch an offensive again, he raised his glass to open up a new battlefield for the people of Qinling, Da Zuoli and Hebule, and even some small feudal states were favored by Quan Langjun, and the wine was dry to the cup, and the pride was dry, but for most of the hour, he fell down on the wine table and snored loudly.

"Lang Jun"

"Da Lang"

……

In the haze, the sweet fragrance was fragrant, and several figures rushed over, calling him gently.

The dawn of the Tang Dynasty

The dawn of the Tang Dynasty