When Liu Ye arrived in Nanyang, the Mid-Autumn Festival happened to be here.
Chang'an City.
The order had been issued a long time ago, and on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Bingcheng Yin arrived in Chang'an City, sweating like rain, and standing shoulder to shoulder. The city of Chang'an was crowded with countless merchants and travelers, and the inns in the city were overcrowded.
To show the importance of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Lanterns have been hung up early on the city walls and streets of Chang'an City, and the origins of the Mid-Autumn Festival and what needs to be prepared are posted on the walls. Vendors on both sides of the street were also selling things needed for the Mid-Autumn Festival under the arrangement of the palace.
Due to the opening of the official road, people from all over the world can easily reach Chang'an, making Chang'an more prosperous and prosperous. Especially the Mid-Autumn Festival hosted by the royal court is even more prosperous.
As the capital of the Dajing Kingdom, the Jing Palace is naturally more majestic and solemn.
At the entrance of the palace, a couplet hung high with red cloth: The ancient bridge has been built for thousands of years, accompanied by the dawn moon in Lugou; on the beautiful night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the innocent lovesickness of thousands of miles away.
The palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
Lanterns under the eaves of various palaces were lit one after another, gradually becoming red. Looking from a distance, the patches of red reflect the gradually brightening sky, and the bright full moon hangs silently overhead at some point, as round as a silver plate.
The princess and the prince had already dressed and packed up. They were chatting and laughing in the backyard, waiting for Zhang Xiu's arrival. The courtyard was Changhui Garden, and the entrance to the garden was already full of fireworks. Because they wanted to enjoy the moon inside the garden, it was not suitable to light up lanterns, but they couldn't. It was dark, Huang Yueying thought of a way, hanging small lamps of different colors every one foot around the garden, colorless and confusing, spectacular but not dull.
Zhang Xiu slowly came to Changhui Garden after receiving congratulations from hundreds of officials in the royal court.
When I walked to the entrance of the garden, I saw the brightly lit lanterns inside but there were no lanterns all over the floor. It was only from the side that I saw the small lanterns hanging on the wall. The small lanterns in the style of other places made Zhang Xiu smile with appreciation and walked in.
The garden is very prosperous.
Several children were playing and joking in a lively manner.
All princes, regardless of gender, must be taught language, walking, and etiquette after they learn to walk, and must follow everyone's rules in every gesture. The complicated academic work is also very heavy. I memorize it in the morning, study in the morning, practice martial arts in the afternoon, and sometimes my father will take exams in the evening.
The sudden Mid-Autumn Festival holiday made them relax.
As long as Zhang Xiu doesn't enter the garden to shock them, they can have fun.
The eunuch who taught rituals was afraid that Zhang Xiu would suddenly come in, so he begged anxiously to let them receive the rituals, but Huang Yueying shouted back, so he could only stand aside and do what he was anxious about. When he saw Zhang Xiu coming in, his scalp went numb instantly with fright. He shouted as if he was busy reminding: "My slave, please pay homage to your Majesty!"
When the princes heard that their father was coming, they were so frightened that they immediately stopped playing and bowed respectfully towards the entrance of the garden. Huang Yueying also hurriedly led all the harem ladies to kneel down and greet him.
"That's it!" Zhang Xiu had a gentle smile on his face, "Today is a family banquet, so there is no need to be formal. The congratulations in front of me have already made Gu steamed up, so there is no need here."
Everyone bowed and followed Zhang Xiu to the platform.
At this moment, the wind is refreshing and the moon is bright in the clear blue sky, falling softly on the ground. On the worship platform, incense smoke filled the air, and all kinds of things were offered. Zhang Xiu first washed his hands, lit incense, looked solemn, and bowed in obeisance.
The princes didn't know what their father was doing and looked at him blankly.
Zhang Biao was the crown prince, standing at the front, looking at him with piercing eyes that looked very much like Zhang Xiu.
After worshiping the moon, Zhang Xiu turned around and said with a smile: "The ceremony of worshiping the moon is completed. Everyone can sit at the table and enjoy the moon. All the princes will sit with their mothers and concubines. I will take a test on you later."
So everyone sat down according to their priorities.
Zhang Xiu sits in the middle, placed under the moon altar. In front of the table is the Five Blessings Table, with the Five Blessings Plate placed on the table.
The eldest son Zhang Biao, Huang Yueying's son, sat next to Huang Yueying at the head.
The second child, Zhang Xiang, Liu Rui's son, sat next to Liu Rui.
The third child, Zhang Ling, Xiao Qiao's son, sat next to Xiao Qiao.
The fourth child, Zhang Tai, the son of Da Qiao, sat beside the bridge.
The fifth child, Zhang Rui, the son of Bu Lianshi, sat next to Bu Lianshi.
The sixth son, Zhang Jia, Cai Wenji's son, sat next to Cai Wenji.
The eldest daughter Zhang Rong, the daughter of Ma Yunlu, sits next to Zhang Xiu's right hand.
Zhang Xiu still cherished his only daughter. The others were sitting with their mothers. Zhang Rong was held in Zhang Xiu's arms with a look of love on her face.
Looking around the table, Zhang Xiu's face was filled with a happy smile. The Zhang family has never been so prosperous since his father's generation. From Zhang Xiu's grandfather to Zhang Xiu's father's generation, Zhang Xiu's father still guarded Single Miao until Zhang Xiu's generation. After arriving at Zhangxiu, things started to blossom.
Lu Linglong, Zou Shi, and Diao Chan have not yet given birth, and there is Sun Shangxiang from Soochow who has not yet married, otherwise the population would be even more prosperous than this.
Zhang Xiu was happy and told them to eat more, but he ate less.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Xiu has a cheerful personality, so the women in the harem are not afraid, they are not restrained, they talk, laugh and eat openly.
While eating, Zhang Xiu smiled and said to his sons who were sitting down: "Tonight's theme is appreciating the moon. My father will test you. Taking the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme, if you write a poem, you will be rewarded heavily."
Zhang Biao, Zhang Xiang, Zhang Tai and Zhang Rui are four or five years old and have learned a lot. Simple poems are still acceptable.
Zhang Xiu said: "My father suggested that I give you a sample first. Then he looked up at the moonlight as silver as a plate and chanted: On the third and fifth day of autumn in Wuyun Qiankun, let's enjoy the toad plate in the blue sky. Until the end of the world, I have never taken private photos of anyone’s home.”
"What a poem!"
After hearing this, the female relatives looked at Zhang Xiu with deep admiration in their eyes.
Zhang Xiu looked at them with a smile and responded, then looked at Zhang Biao and said, "Biao'er is the eldest brother, so you should start first!"
Zhang Biao stood up and agreed, then looked up at the round moon, tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly said happily with bright eyes: "Yes, yes! It's a good time. I hope we can see the Mid-Autumn Moon every year."
Huang Yueying smiled lovingly.
Zhang Xiu smiled and said: "Hahaha, what a poem! My father has known for a long time that you want a set of armor, and he will order someone to tailor one for you tomorrow. But the armor is heavy, so if you can't wear it, you can't blame your father." King."
Zhang Biao was overjoyed: "My son, thank you father!"
Zhang Xiang's eyes were filled with envy, and he quickly said: "Father, father! My son also has good poems!"
Zhang Xiu smiled and said: "Okay, then you can chant."
Zhang Xiang immediately said: "Have a great Mid-Autumn Festival, colorful lanterns, uh... no more worries about studying, more joy than friends."
Liu Rui sat next to him and smiled foolishly.
The others all doubled up with laughter.
Zhang Xiu said happily: "Okay, you should be happy on a happy festival, and you should be rewarded..." Before Zhang Xiu could finish his words, Zhang Xiang immediately shouted: "Father, your sons and ministers also need armor!"
Zhang Xiu smiled and said: "Okay, you can also have one."
Zhang Tai and Zhang Rui were so excited that they immediately started shouting and uttering random poems, which made everyone burst into laughter.
Zhang Xiu was so happy that everyone rewarded him greatly.
