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Chapter 1191 His Majesty¡¯s Personal Sacrifice

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    Zhang Mao used his skill and wiped away his old tears. Suddenly, he felt like a hero in his twilight years.

    Looking at the former young man in front of him, he thought that back then, he was tall and tall, but in front of him, this little guy was just skinny and short, like a weak chicken.

    But now, Zhang Mao's back is hunched, but Fang Jifan is still handsome and his body is taller and straighter.

    The era of him and that group of old guys has passed.

    He held Fang Jifan¡¯s hand: ¡°People are bound to die, hey, we have to express our condolences¡­¡±

    Fang Jifan said: "It's not death, it's death."

    Zhang Mao: ""

    No matter what, he couldn't understand why Fang Jifan was stronger than himself.

    He finally put away his tears and said: "I have been ordered to preside over the sacrifice. This sacrifice must not be careless. People can be deceived, but ghosts and gods are hard to deceive. Therefore, when we sacrifice living people to the heroic spirits, we must not make mistakes in every step. There must be everything.  The rules, what kind of person, which door to enter, what etiquette should be performed, and what words should be said must be carefully observed. If there is no arrangement in advance and you offend the gods, this will harm your descendants."

    "Come onsit down."

    Fang Jifan had no choice but to sit down as he was told.

    Zhang Mao said: "Come here, get something."

    After a while, someone accompanying him came with a thick stack of books in his hands and placed them on Zhang Mao's papers.

    Zhang Mao casually took out a book: "This is the Book of Rites." He took out another book: "This is the Great Edict." Then he said: "There is also this book, this book, and this bookhere,  They are all regulations. In everything, you need to learn to use allusions. What are allusions? They are norms and rules. Let¡¯s talk about sacrifices. Your father is the king of the county. How many animals should be killed, how should they be burned, and when should they be sacrificed?  Do you know how many days of worship and how many sticks of incense are needed?"

    Fang Jifan looked confused and shook his head.

    Zhang Mao lamented that people's hearts are not ancient, and the rules of the ancestors are really withering among the next generation of emperors and relatives. How can this happen?

    He braced himself, clasped his fingers and wanted to give Fang Jifan a detailed explanation. But after thinking about it, he shook his head. He had to teach this boy now, but he didn't know how long it would take. Although the teacher was guaranteed, he couldn't delay the ceremony. Time was not waiting for him.  people.

    So, he sighed and said: "These can be learned later, it doesn't matter, these old men are here to take care of them, but you and Zhengqing, as filial sons and grandsons, although this is a national sacrifice, not a family sacrifice, but among the national sacrifices,  Since there is a ceremony for descendants to comfort their ancestors, how to do it properly must be done according to the regulations. This is why I am here. To succeed the vassal, you must not make any mistakes. Come on, let me go first.  I¡¯ll teach you these in simple terms. When the time comes, just follow the instructions.¡±

    "Oh." Hearing that it was simple, Fang Jifan finally worked hard.

    He has a complicated heart and always doesn¡¯t believe that his father is dead.

    Maybe it¡¯s because he can¡¯t accept it, or maybe deep down, he¡¯s always looking forward to a miracle, or maybe it¡¯s his instinct.

    But no matter what, Zhang Mao burst into tears. What else could he say? Just keep it simple.

    Zhang Mao then began to talk. This talk lasted for more than an hour. His mouth was dry and Fang Jifan was dizzy. He couldn't help wailing in his heart, Dad, you must not really do this.  You are dead. If you are dead and your son is left in the world, he will suffer a lot. What the hell are these rules? I would rather the white-haired person gave me as a black-haired person.

    Zhang Mao took a sip of tea, paused, and then Fang Jifan said, "Shibo, are you finished?"

    "Not yet, there is still more than half of it." Zhang Mao said: "These are just small rules. What did I just say? Yes, standing position. This is a national sacrifice. You should wear sackcloth and mourning, and stand facing south, right before His Majesty"

    "Old FangOld Fang" Zhu Houzhao's voice was heard outside, and he was shouting in confusion.

    When Fang Jifan heard this, he suddenly felt that Zhu Houzhao was his true brother.

    Zhang Mao frowned.

    Fang Jifan said: "Shibo, Your Highness the Crown Prince must have something important to do. Shibo, if you want anything, please write it down. As soon as I recite these rules, won't they be settled?"

    Zhang Mao said: "This kind of thing can only be understood but cannot be explained. There are so many ritual officials in the temple, why does your majesty only trust me? On the one hand, it is certainly because I am favored by your majesty. On the other hand, it is also a rule that I know better than others."  How can those who only know how to excerpt chapters and sentences from books know this"

    "That's it, it's settled." Fang Jifan dropped a word and ran out.

    Outside, I saw Zhu Houzhao coming in a hurry.?Although Fang Jifan is always smiling, he is a filial son, and I understand him.  "

    Emperor Hongzhi took a sip of tea, and after sighing with emotion, he couldn't help but said: "Let a ceremonial officer follow him to remind him at any time, so as to prevent him from losing etiquette in the ancestral temple. This is a big deal and cannot be made wrong."

    Xiao Jing said: "Yes, I think so too."

    After drinking a cup of tea, the sky was already slightly bright. Emperor Hongzhi stood up. He had complicated thoughts about this sacrifice. On the one hand, he wanted to announce the good news to his ancestors. On the other hand, he had to sacrifice something for his lost right-hand man.  field.

    Emperor Hongzhi got on the chariot, and the Jinwu Guards and Han generals on the left and right crowded around the chariot and horses.

    At this time, under the morning light, the Daming Gate was already open.

    When the holy driver came out of Daming Gate, the civil and military officials who had been waiting here for a long time worshiped at the royal road and shouted long live. Then, people stood up and followed the holy driver and walked towards the Ancestral Temple.

    At this time, everyone was wearing auspicious clothes, and all of them showed sad faces.

    Zhu Houzhao followed Fang Jifan closely, while Fang Jifan looked at the huge formation with a blank look on his face. Suddenly he found that he seemed to have to accept a terrible fact.

    "My father nine times out of ten, he is really dead."  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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