I [Imperial] Am This Type of Man

The autumn is high and the air is clear and sunny.

On the day of autumn hunting, the courtier finally saw the new emperor who rarely showed his face.

Ji Jinrong was dressed in a black suit with a red background and a red foal, and appeared in front of everyone.

Compared with the previous timid and cowardly, the overly showy face suddenly opened up, bringing with him a little bit of heroic spirit. He glanced softly for a week, his eyes were peaceful and peaceful, and he was not timid.

What made the courtiers even more surprised was that Zhennan Wang, who had been reviled by them as a "rebellion and thief", followed behind Ji Jinrong politely!

As soon as the king of the town Nan ordered, the team set off for the hunting ground.

In the southern suburbs hunting ground, high altars have been erected. Zhennan King is a veritable "Regent King". He personally guarded Ji Jinrong on the high stage.

The sky was blowing, and Ji Jinrong's sleeves were bulging, cool and comfortable. After this period of exercise, this body has become much stronger. Ji Jinrong glanced at Zhennan King and felt that he was almost higher than Zhennan King's nose!

King Zhennan captured Ji Jinrong's gaze, his eyes slightly smiling. He swept over the courtiers who were under the altar and said to Ji Jinrong, "Your Majesty, are you ready?"

Ji Jinrong nodded.

The sacrifices here are not far away from Da Zhou, and the sacrifices are also familiar to Ji Jinrong, and it is not difficult to master them.

Ji Jinrong was too weak before, so he ordered Wei Tingjun to board the altar. Wei Tingjun was unwilling at first, but later saw that he could not support it, and then he was presided over by the persuasion.

After Wei Tingjun appeared on the altar for two years, the courtiers and friends understood his thoughts. Wanting to come after him, they will support Wei Tingjun as the new king.

At first Wei Tingjun may be a bit difficult to accept, but with heavy responsibilities, Wei Tingjun will not have much time to struggle painfully--

Ji Jinrong lowered her eyes slightly, covering her thoughts. It was because knowing that Wei Tingjun was loyal and loyal, and that it was impossible for him to change the dynasty, he would transfer Da Zhou Guozhen to Wei Tingjun. After all, he is still using Wei Tingjun's sincerity towards himself. Wei Tingjun will accumulate a lot of evil spirits and cause sky-high grievances, most likely because he entrusted his emperor to him in a calculated way.

Being forced to sit in that position was actually uncomfortable.

Ji Jinrong raised his eyes again, and the courtiers had bowed to the ground, long lived together. His heart trembled slightly, and the bright sunlight felt a little dazzling.

Gaze turned to the front, I saw the sacrificial vessels and sacrifices were placed in turn, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, grains, Gansu, everything.

Ji Jinrong glanced at He Tai.

He Tai sang aloud at the sight, which was regarded as the beginning of the ritual.

Ji Jinrong sang the sacrifice: "There are many years in abundance, and there are also high 廪, trillion and 秭!" The altar is high, and the clear voice falls into everyone's ears clearly. It was just that Ji Jinrong was singing alone, but the drum sound below couldn't hold it down at all. Instead, it was strangely highlighted, making all the courtiers who worshiped on the ground tremble.

Ji Jinrong paused slightly, before proceeding to sing down: "Because of wine, I am the ancestor of the ancestors. In order to talk about Baili, drop the holes!"

This sacrifice is called "Festival of the Year", which means very simple. It means, "Once, our ancestors, we have harvested a lot this year. The grain is full of tall silos. There is so much grain! So we have prepared a good wine, a good dish and a good festival. Thank you for the good luck you have given us! "

This is the shortest of all sacrifices. I did not expect that it would take half an hour to match the drum tune.

Ji Jinrong's back has been soaked with sweat.

Retreating to a place where no one else could see, Zhennan Wang raised his hand and wiped the fine sweat of Ji Jinrong's forehead.

Ji Jinrong looked up at Zhennan King.

Zhennan Wang boasted, "Your Majesty, you are doing very well."

Maybe it was because she changed her body that Ji Jinrong listened to the compliment and was a bit happy. King Zhennan is much older than him, like a great brother.

Regardless of Ji Jinrong himself or the original owner, there is no such role as father and brother in life. It is precisely because they have the blood of Tianjia, so Ji Jinrong does not experience the so-called flesh and blood affection.

This is probably the feeling of having a brother? Ji Jinrong thought for a while, and quietly tagged Zhennan Wang with a "good brother" label-if you count by generations, or should you change it to "good uncle"? Think of it this way, when Jin Jin was honored, he felt that King Zhennan was kind.

The courtiers had dispersed, and Ji Jinrong stepped down from the altar and ate something with Zhennan King. The king of the south of the town called someone to bring up the prepared venison and said: "This is what the people below hunted for during the trial hunting. Your majesty tasted like it. If you like it, you can go to the royal dining room for your majesty. Keep it. "

Ji Jinrong has become accustomed to such attentiveness as King Zhennan. He looked at the braised venison from the man, and couldn't help but move his index finger.

Wild deer are less fat, leaner, and more tender. They are pure yang and nourishing.

The braised venison flakes has a delicious taste. If you bite it down, it tastes smooth and tastes delicious. You can't taste the original fishy taste.

Ji Jinrong eats very well, but the speed is not slow, and quickly solves his small plate. After tasting something, Ji Jinrong didn't want much, he had to keep his stomach to eat something else.

The two ate half-full and rested for half an hour before convening Baiguan to start autumn hunting.

Then the Turkic messenger arrived.

auzw.com Ji Jinrong looked at the messenger, and saw that these Turkic messengers were tall, with wide noses, and all of them were immediately Yingjie. In the past, the countries around Dazhou were all from the Central Plains, and few foreigners appeared. Ji Jinrong felt very fresh.

Fresh to fresh, Ji Jinrong doesn't like much of these people. The imperial court in the Central Plains was actually led by the prairie people to walk away-the emperor even claimed to be "children" to the prairie people. This kind of humiliation Ji Jinrong was unbearable!

Ji Jinrong stood calmly in place, looking at the Turkic envoys calmly.

Turkish messenger's dark blue eyes swept freely from Ji Jinrong, holding one hand in his chest, and said two or three words in his mouth. He was speaking Turkic, and Ji Jinrong couldn't understand, and looked at the officials of Hongluo Temple aside.

The officials of Hongye Temple sweated like sweat, saying only: "The messenger is saying hello to His Majesty."

Ji Jinrong narrowed her eyes slightly. He looked at the Turkic messenger and said, "Now come, play together."

Hongzhang Temple officials were startled. Daqi has always governed the country by writing. Isn't it a shame to say that Qiqi is better than the Turkic messenger?

Ji Jinrong saw the officials of the Hongzhang Temple faint at the side, dissatisfied, and frowned slightly. He swept at others: "You guys-can anyone, speak Turkic?"

The official of the Hongzhang Temple was startled and knelt down on the ground.

Ji Jinrong originally did not like Daqi's habit of kneeling down. He glanced at the others, and saw a young official standing tall and handsome. Looking at the young official's eyes raised, it seemed to move intentionally. Ji Jinrong watched the young official and said, "Come on."

The young official was slightly surprised, but he still stepped forward and said Ji Jinrong's meaning to the Turkic messenger.

The head of the messenger's eyes fell on Ji Jinrong and the young officials, with a little interest in his eyes.

He said, "Just what I want."

The young official took another step forward and said to Ji Jinrong: "In addition to the Turkic messenger, there are several other messengers who came to Daqi with the sea boat. Your Majesty will see you?"

Ji Jinrong said, "Of course."

The young officials sent people to invite overseas messengers. These people are a little different than the Turks. They are dressed in exotic costumes, some have golden hair, some have red hair, and they look particularly novel.

Ji Jinrong was surprised, but she didn't show half a point. He smiled and said, "Can you ride a horse?"

The young officials cooperated with the gestures and made clear the meaning of Ji Jinrong with the overseas messenger.

The overseas emissaries nodded again and again, "Of course, of course."

Ji Jinrong said, "Let's go together."

By convention, Ji Jinrong should be the one who shot the first arrow. The king of Zhennan ordered a wild deer to be expelled. Ji Jinrong rode on a red horse, followed a path of wild deer, and shot an arrow swiftly, hitting exactly the throat of the wild deer, so that all officials whose hearts were lifted were relieved.

Ji Jinrong turned his head and smiled slightly at everyone. At this time, someone went into the forest to drive out the prey, and countless birds swept up from the forest tip, and fled the deep forest.

The king of Zhennan hurled a pair of legs, urging him-Xia Liangju to catch up with Ji Jinrong.

Baiguan returned to God and dispersed to search for prey.

The Turkic envoys and overseas envoys were a little surprised, saying that the new emperor was weak and incompetent, but from this autumn hunt it seemed that it was not the same thing. As for the chaotic thief in many people, he is even more loyal than the hawk dog, and he can't wait to stand beside Ji Jinrong at all times-is there such a chaotic thief?

What is even more memorable is that Ji Jinrong just smiled at that arrow.

That arrow shot well, but it's not amazing, at best it can only be considered passable. Just now Ji Jinrong turned the smile on the horse's head, which made them all feel unforgettable in this life.

Obviously they are the most despised Central Plains people. It looks like the sun and the moon in the sky, and it gives people a sense of worship.

Regardless of appearance or manner, Ji Jinrong is not at all similar to rumors.

The head of the Turkic messenger turned slightly darker, and he raised his whip and said, "Let's go, and we will test against the Central Plains Emperor!"

The others followed.

Several other overseas envoys also entered the hunting ground, shuttled back and forth between the pasture and the mountains and forests, looking for easy prey.

The whole hunting ground gradually became lively.

Only half an hour later, Ji Jinrong returned to the hunting palace.

After all, I only practiced for more than a month. It was a fluke that the wild deer was hit by an arrow just now. He tossed for a long time without hunting many prey. His thigh was frayed and he simply returned to the hunting palace to rest.

Anyway, the prey hunted by the ministers will be crowned with the good name he hunted. Nearly a hundred people will never lose face as compared to those few foreigners.

Not to mention the presence of King Zhennan.

Ji Jinrong felt that it was because Zhennan King had been with him that he had found nothing—before he found the prey, Zhennan King had shot an arrow and killed the prey! Just half an hour ago, Zhennan King had swept nearly a hundred prey. If they stayed on the hunting ground again, all the living things in the hunting ground would be killed by Zhennan King!

Ji Jinrong was slandered, and suddenly saw King Zhennan take out something new.