Jinghong Building

Chapter 341 Laba

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, this is the day when the emperor went to Kaiyuan Temple to preside over the porridge ceremony.

A few days ago, Kaiyuan Temple built nine large stoves that were one person tall, and a large pot was set up on the stove. The monks wanted to step on the ladder to stand in front of the stove to cook porridge.

Through the temple wall, you can see the tall pot. You can imagine how spectacular it would be to cook the nine-mouth pot with Laba porridge, and the water was steaming and lingering in the sky above the ancient temple.

The monks in the temple have also cleaned the outside of the temple gate. The Five City Military and Masjids drove out the vendors outside Kaiyuan Temple ten days in advance, and the nearby shops have also ordered the closure of business. The surrounding residents have also been emptied and can only be moved back after the third day of Laba Festival.

Now, within two miles of Kaiyuan Temple, it has been in charge for a full ten days.

In addition to monks, Jinyiwei and Wucheng Military Office, even a wild dog cannot be seen. Even if the imperial officials are traveling, they have to take a detour when passing by.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. At the fourth day, on the way from the temporary palace to Kaiyuan Temple, the Imperial Guard set up a post in three steps and strictly led the Jinyiwei. He began patrolling last night, and the entire Jinling City entered a state of combat readiness.

In the early morning, the emperor and the empress walked out of the palace with their ceremonial guards, and the people-friendly emperor poked his head out of the chariot and waved to the people who loved him.

The strict subordinates pushed the "people" prepared in advance to the front, and an old man shouted loudly: "A wise king in the holy world!"

The scholar beside the old man was so excited that he burst into tears and shouted: "There are bright colors in all directions, and the six-dimensional Qingguan is praised. The royal family is praised for their concerts, and the divine light will be revealed to the eternal world!"

The middle-aged woman beside the scholar waved a small handkerchief in her hand, her eyes full of admiration: "I saw the emperor, I saw the emperor, I have no regrets in this life!"

The emperor saw his subjects and his love for him. The emperor shed tears. I am very happy that the people are like this.

The chariot drove through the ancient street and finally arrived outside Kaiyuan Temple. The emperor got off outside the temple and walked into the mountain gate with the queen.

The Taichang Temple official guarding outside the temple shouted loudly: "Long live long!"

Everyone followed and shouted, "Long live long!"

The emperor was so excited that his heart was surging. These calls were the wishes of his subjects to him, and he would not disappoint them.

I am a wise monarch!

The emperor walked up to the platform and took a jade bowl containing eight kinds of grain from the abbot. He did not let the **** support him, and walked up the ladder himself, putting the grain in the jade bowl into one of the big pots. It represents this year's Laba porridge, which was cooked by the emperor himself.

The emperor was helped down, and the monks stirred the big spoon and cooked the porridge.

The fragrance of porridge gradually dissipated, drifting from inside the temple to outside the temple. The emperor smelled the fragrance and thought, at this time, the people outside the temple must have lined up in a long queue.

The radius of two miles was cleared, and the people in the queue were probably already two miles away.

It is said that in the past years when Kaiyuan Temple was cooking Laba porridge, many people were not afraid of the severe cold in winter, so they would get up in the middle of the night, and took a small stool to the front of Kaiyuan Temple to take a seat in front of the door of Kaiyuan Temple.

That was just the Laba porridge from Kaiyuan Temple, which was cooked by the monks themselves.

Today's porridge was cooked by the emperor himself and given by himself, so the meaning is even more different.

The emperor knew that many times, the ministers would put the food they gave to the ministers first into the ancestral hall to let the ancestors know that the ancestral tombs were smoked, and the emperor would give them porridge.

The emperor was very excited, and he looked forward to seeing those pairs of eyes full of admiration and expectation.

The people are simple, with clear stupidity on their faces, as gentle as lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The emperor loved such subjects.

There are too many people waiting to serve porridge, and there will inevitably be stampede accidents. I don’t know if the Jinyiwei and Jinwuwei have made arrangements. If the people are trampled to death, I will be sad.

Within a thousand twists and turns, the Laba porridge in the nine-bit big pot was already cooked.

The emperor was very excited, like a young man who was ignorant of the world.

The monks used thick cloth to cushion, and in groups of several people, lifted the nine-mouth pot down.

The big pot was arranged in a shape. The emperor came over and took a look at the Laba porridge in the big pot. He wanted to serve the first bowl of porridge today with his own hands.

"Open the mountain gate and let the people come in and get the porridge!"

With a command, the mountain gate that had been closed slowly opened, and the next moment, everyone was stunned.

The emperor could not see the mountain gate and did not know what was happening outside.

Still, there was no movement ahead, an **** ran out and was stunned when he saw the scene outside the mountain gate.

He returned to the report tremblingly: "I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,

The emperor looked worried: "Has there been too many people trampling? Alas, what I am most worried about is still happening. Come and ask the imperial physician to treat those poor people."

Eunuch Xia agreed in a deep voice and prepared to invite someone to hire an imperial physician.

The **** swallowed with difficulty. He just knew that the emperor could still predict the future. Of course, his predictive prediction was against him.

But if you don't tell the truth, you will find an abnormality when the imperial physician comes. At that time, the crime of deceiving the emperor will be borne by him alone.

The **** could only bite the bullet and said, "Report to the Lord, outside, alas, the people may not know that the Lord is coming to cook porridge himself, so no one comes outside."

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There was not even a vendor selling incense in the huge open space outside the main entrance of Kaiyuan Temple.

The emperor was unbelievable and sent another **** out. With the one in front, the **** would not have to hide it.

He said loudly, "Master, I have seen it, there is no one outside!"

The emperor only felt his head buzzing, why is this happening? Why?

There is really no one outside, not one.

The emperor did not give up, so he went to take a look in person.

The emperor said to Yan angrily: "The people here must have been scared away by you. As long as you Jinyiwei stand here, where can there be people who dare to come out?"

Yan Mi had to take his Jinyiwei with him and ran two miles away to capture the people.

There is no way, their people do too much, and there is no people within two miles.

The people who were arrested cried and had to say that no one who was caught by the Jinyiwei during the festival would be happy.

Unfortunately, the Jinyiwei has limited staff, and the front door of Kaiyuan Temple is too large. So big that these people are standing there, even one-third of the square outside the temple is not full.

When the emperor learned that the people who came to receive the porridge had arrived, he was very happy.

The first commoner came in and took a large bowl of Laba porridge scooped out by the emperor himself.

There was too much porridge and too little people. The rest of the porridge was only allowed to invite the monks in the temple to drink it themselves.

When the emperor left Kaiyuan Temple, he no longer had the mood of coming.

Who would have thought that there were so few people coming to receive porridge?

I am not tired, and I won’t be tired even if I scoop a few more bowls of porridge. But today the people here are only half of what I think...

The Kaiyuan Temple incident quickly spread throughout Jinling.

The emperor presented the porridge, and only three or two kittens came to receive the porridge.

Where is the person?

For so many people, do you still need to ask where those people have gone? They must be at home.

They are all at home, and no one wants to get porridge.

The emperor never dreamed that the vigorous porridge dressing would turn out like this.

Where the emperor didn't know, undercurrents were surging.

The people thought to themselves: This emperor must not be a lunatic, otherwise they would not be able to explain what they heard.

Some people are thinking: Today I offended the emperor. The emperor is so perverted. Isn’t he going to take revenge on everyone, right?

Perverted Emperor. When he returned to the palace, the emperor smashed all things in the room.

At this time, in the capital, He Ran was wearing a heavy cotton coat and looking at the information sent from Jinling.

The nail placed in the palace actually snatched beauty Tang away.

He Ran smiled and shook her head. It was obviously a last resort to stealing Beauty Tang.

He Ran wrote a quick letter and wrote a reply.

When the letter was sent out, He Ran suddenly remembered Zhou Cangyue.

It seems that she hasn't received a letter from Zhou Cangyue some days.

That child probably encountered something.

Could it be seriously injured again?

He Ran guessed correctly, and Zhou Cangyue was indeed injured.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

This time, I was hit by an arrow on my leg and I am still limping.

He was not hurt to take care of himself, his hands and another leg were still good.

The reason why Zhou Cangyue did not write a letter to He Ran was because he was embarrassed to brag about He Ran.

In his last letter to He Ran, he told He Ran that he would take three days to capture Yongxin City.

He Ran said that he bragged that the real power in Yongxin City was not the local Han officials, but the Miao people.

From that letter to this day, let alone three days, thirty days, no, two thirty days have been there.

Not only is Yongxin City also alive, but what is even more surprising is that in order to attack Yongxin City, the Huwei Army lost many troops.

What kind of face does Zhou Cangyue have to write a letter to He Ran?

However, he had already guessed that the fact that Yongxin City could not be captured for a long time was reported to He Ran early in the morning.

Then he will be even more shameless.

Now Zhou Cangyue has only one idea to heal the injuries on his leg as soon as possible.

He wants to continue to attack Yongxin City.

If he doesn't knock down Yongxin City, he will be sorry for his legs.

So, he never wrote a letter to He Ran.

Occasionally, when he saw or heard something new, he wanted to write a letter to tell He Ran that he had picked up the pen several times, but he put down the pen several times.

He knew that as long as he didn't write a letter, He Ran wouldn't write a letter to him.

If he didn't write for a year, He Ran would definitely not think about it and would spend a year to do what he liked.

But as long as he wrote it, He Ran would definitely ask about Yongxin City.

Zhou Cangyue didn't want to be ridiculed by He Ran.

However, although Zhou Cangyue did not write a letter to He Ran, he sent He Ran a gift.

This is how Zhou Cangyue convinced himself.

He Ran even brought the camp bed to him. Don’t he need to repay the gift?

Of course, you have to return the gift.

The locals like to eat bamboo rice, and Zhou Cangyue thinks He Ran is actually quite greedy.

He went up the mountain with crutches. The bamboos on the mountain were thicker than those at the foot of the mountain. Zhou Cangyue picked up a bamboo that he liked the most and cut it down.

So when the white dog found out that Zhou Cangyue was missing, he saw Zhou Cangyue jumping down from the mountain with crutches, and a big bamboo was dragging behind him.

He used bamboo to make two bamboo tubes for steaming rice for He Ran and made four wine glasses.

He carefully polished the bamboo tube and wine glass to a clean and smooth one.

After thinking about it, he found a knife and carved patterns on the bamboo tube and wine glass.

What he carved was Jinghong Tower.

The Jinghong Towers in each place are different. Zhou Cangyue actually only saw three Jinghong Towers, of course, not including the one he built himself.

He has a good memory and he keeps all the styles of these three Jinghong Towers in mind.

He carved these three Jinghong Towers, but he carved a small person on each Jinghong Tower.

As long as the man looked closely, he could tell that he was a little girl with a double snail bun.

The newly cut bamboo is emerald green, and the dress the little girl is also emerald green.

Zhou Cangyue still remembers that one year, he visited an old friend of his adoptive father in Zhending Mansion. As soon as he walked into the alley, he saw a little girl in green, so he ran over and slapped her palm on the shoulder. The girl invited him to drink, but he got drunk, but the little girl became more and more energetic as she drank.

How long ago was that? It seemed to be yesterday, but after careful calculation, it has been six years.

Zhou Cangyue suddenly felt a little moved. It seemed that he hadn't seen He Ran for a long time.

When I saw He Ran last time, he was still a woman.

He Ran has grown taller. Forget it, don’t grow any longer. He Ran’s height is already taller among women. If she grows up, it will not look good. Moreover, she is not fat. Every time she sees her They are all thin.

Zhou Cangyue carved the last stroke and admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The bamboo will turn yellow over time, and it would be great if it will always be emerald green.

Zhou Cangyue made another box with bamboo, put all the bamboo tubes and bamboo cups in, and wrote the big word "return gift" on the paper, allowing people to send it to the capital.

As soon as he sent the gift away, the military doctor walked in with a naked face.

"Master Zhou, you don't want this leg anymore, right? It seems that Marshal Zhou should practice riding a single-legged horse in advance."

Zhou Cangyue giggled foolishly. The military doctor was lent to him by He Ran. He had a stubborn and hard temper. Zhou Cangyue was a little afraid of him.

"Don't be angry, I'll go back to bed and lie down."

Anyway, all the gifts have been made, and he has nothing else to do now, so let's go and lie down.

The military doctor checked the recovery of the wound, so he asked him to lie down. Before leaving, the military doctor threatened: "No, otherwise you really have to practice riding a horse with one leg."

Zhou Cangyue was respectful and was about to go back to the bed and lie down, when he saw Hongdou running in as if his **** was burned by fire.

"No, Miaozi captured our people! He also killed Liu Ada!"

Zhou Cangyue stopped and asked, "What the **** is going on?"

Hongdou gasped: "This morning, Liu Ada took people out and did not come back. Just now, Liu Ada's head was hung on the city gate tower!"

Liu Ada is not a member of the Beggars' Sect, he is a bandit leader that Zhou Cangyue captured when he was in Henan.

Although Liu Ada was born as a bandit, he was upright and brave in combat. Zhou Cangyue had a good impression of him. Liu Ada was now the chief banner.