Prime Minister Lu had been very capable recently. He had dealt with all the unimportant memorials. Coincidentally, his brothers and uncles were all there these days, so the Emperor often threw his son to them to play with. He used the excuse that "it's rare that my son isn't around" to fool around with Su Yu. As a result, the memorials that could have been approved on a normal day were piled up for several days.
Today was the Manchuria Festival, so there weren't any important memorials. Most of them were memorials from various officials, congratulating Da 'an on the good weather this year, greeting the National Tutor, and reporting on how much grain each province could contribute this year. There weren't any important memorials, but they had to be read.
An Hong-chul was bored to death. He put his son on the table, took out the memorials, and began to read them. After reading one, he put it next to the eldest prince and let him hold it with his paws. The kitten had just turned one month old, so he didn't listen to him. He jumped on the memorials that were bigger than him, then stuck his butt out and sharpened his paws against the edge of the memorials.
The Emperor tapped the kitten's furry butt with a pen. The kitten immediately turned around and looked at him in confusion.
"So stupid!" An Hong-chul curled his lips. He felt that his eldest son looked a little silly, just like his younger brother when he was young. He didn't know how to fight back when he was beaten.
After quickly approving a pile of memorials, the Emperor paused when he saw Prince Jing's memorial.
Prince Jing lived in the East Sea, and it only took a few days to get to the capital by boat. In previous years, Prince Li, who lived far away, didn't necessarily come to the Manchuria Festival, but this guy would never be absent. However, he couldn't come this year. There were endless sea monsters in the East Sea. According to the memorial, they had found a mackerel and a thin mackerel recently. However, there were only two of them, and he killed them on the spot.
The thin mackerel was similar to the mackerel, which could cause a drought. The mackerel, on the other hand, could cause chaos. If they were transported, it was very likely that it would affect the fate of the local area, so they had to be killed on the spot.
"Mackerel is fishy, so burn it on the spot …" Prince Jing complained that the mackerel wasn't delicious in his memorial to show that he had contributed a lot.
An Hong-chul sneered and raised his hand to reply, "You're long-winded!"
"Meow!" As he was writing, a furry paw reached over and hooked the pen.
His Majesty turned his head and saw the little furball squatting beside his hand, staring intently at the swaying shaft of the pen. It stretched out its claws one by one. He stopped, and the pen stopped moving. The little cat tilted its head, jumped up, and pounced on the back of his hand, biting the pen shaft.
Quietly watching for a while, His Majesty did not drag the kitten down. Instead, he let the kitten hang on his hand and carried his son to write comments on the memorial.
The memorials were quickly approved. Bored, the Emperor raised his hand and rubbed his nose with his son. After some thought, he spread out a piece of paper and prepared to draw a portrait of Su Yu. There was a saying in novels: draw a picture for your sweetheart and take it out when you miss them. If your sweetheart saw it one day, you might be rewarded.
His Majesty took down his son who was in the way and put him on the side of the document as a paperweight. His Majesty used the pen shaft to point at the little head, "Don't move."
"Mi …" His Royal Highness shook his head and straightened the messy fur that was messed up by his father. He looked curiously at the large piece of white paper in front of him.
His Majesty picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, brewed it for a moment, and waved it.
The thick ink touched the soft tip of his nose and spread out on the document. Every stroke carried unprecedented patience. Drawing with the hand was just drawing the shape; drawing with the heart could draw the spirit.
His Majesty the Emperor did not often draw, but his painting technique was extraordinary. With just a few strokes, a fat fish appeared on the paper! Slightly frowning, he thought for a while and drew chili and pepper. Well, this should be enough. When the stupid slave sees this painting, he should know that I want to eat boiled fish.
His Majesty the Emperor put away the pen and blew dry the ink with satisfaction. His Majesty the Emperor excitedly took out his private seal and stamped it at the corner.
As soon as he put away the private seal, a furry paw with ink pressed on it. Next to the beautiful red seal of His Majesty the Emperor, there was a black paw print. His Majesty the Emperor was so focused on drawing that he did not notice that the furry "paperweight" had already run away to play with the ink.
His Majesty the Emperor was immediately unhappy. This was the painting he drew for his stupid slave. How could he put another cat's paw print on it?
"Mi!" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince raised his paw and found a black dot on the paper. He was very happy and pressed another paw print.
His Majesty the Emperor could not bear it anymore. He flicked his son's finger. A white light flashed and the golden kitten jumped on the table. It pushed away the furry ball that wanted to join in the fun, dipped its paw in ink, and pressed a paw print on the blank space.
"Meow!" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince thought that his father came to play with him, so he quickly pressed another paw print on the side. He excitedly got on the golden fur and rubbed his head.
Damn it! His Majesty the Emperor was dissatisfied that there was another paw print next to his paw print, so he pressed another paw print. The kitten followed suit … Not long after, the whole blank space on the paper was filled with the father and son's paw prints.
When Su Yu finished her work and came back to call the father and son for lunch, she saw the two cats, one big and one small, lying on their backs on the large desk in the imperial study. They were holding a ball of imperial edict and tearing it apart happily. His Majesty the Emperor held the ball of imperial edict and scratched it quickly with his hind paw. The furry ball beside him tried its best to pounce on the ball of imperial edict and scratched it with its paw.
The painting that he wanted to draw for Su Yu with his own hands ended like this.
"I have already stamped my private seal, but it was all ruined by this boy." His Majesty the Emperor thought about the boiled fish that he painstakingly drew and could not help but feel angry. He pointed at the furry ball that was being fed by Su Yu and complained.
Su Yu held back her laughter and wiped the mouth of the stuffed furry ball, "Next time you draw, just hold your son in your arms and don't let him touch you." Drawing with a kitten, it was impossible to draw successfully.
His Majesty the Emperor thought about it and felt that it made sense. He raised his hand and picked up a piece of boiled fish for Su Yu. Although the stupid slave did not see his painting, she still made boiled fish for him. Then the painting was not important. If it was destroyed, then it was destroyed.
Su Yu did not know the mystery of the painting. What was the matter in the afternoon? The dishes needed to be cooked at dusk. Thinking that they would have to stay up until midnight to worship the heavens, Su Yu, who did not take a nap, was pulled to sleep by the Emperor.
At first, she could not fall asleep. In the end, the Emperor said, "If you can't sleep, I will help you." Su Yu was so scared that she immediately closed her eyes. If she asked the Emperor for help, she estimated that she would sleep until night.
The Full Feast Festival was a very grand festival for the Imperial Family.
All the sons of the Imperial Family had to wear a complicated and gorgeous black ceremonial robe with a black silk robe embroidered with different patterns.
The Prince used silver thread to embroider five silver dragons, and the Emperor used gold thread to embroider nine golden dragons. Su Yu also had to wear the same robe, but his robe was not embroidered with dragons. Instead, it was embroidered with complicated and gorgeous cloud patterns.
"I still have to heat up the dishes. It's not good to wear this." Su Yu raised his hand. The cloud wide sleeves were soft and smooth. It was very beautiful. The problem was that the sleeves were too wide. He still had to kill the fish and stir-fry the dishes later.
"It doesn't matter. You also have to wear the ceremonial robe to prepare the offerings." The National Tutor slowly walked down the stairs. In the main hall on the first floor of the Anguo Tower, servants had been holding the National Tutor's ceremonial robe and waiting for him for a long time. Today, before ascending the tower, he would first receive the congratulations of the Imperial Family and the officials. The National Tutor's ceremonial robe was even more complicated than the Emperor's.
Su Yu looked at the ceremonial robe that the white-robed servant was holding. It was one zhang long. He suddenly felt that his robe was quite simple.
The sun set in the west. The golden afterglow scattered on the spacious Taiji diagram in front of the Taiji Palace. The special stone material reflected the sparkling light, causing the Taiji diagram in the center of the square to sparkle. It suddenly gave birth to a sense of mystery.
The National Tutor, who rarely walked out of the Anguo Tower, would come to the Taiji Palace every year on this day to receive the kowtows of the Imperial Family and the officials. The citizens of the country would also bow in this direction the moment the sun set.
As one of the members who could ascend the tower to offer sacrifices to heaven, Su Yu stood around the Taiji diagram. The officials lined up neatly below the jade steps.
The Dusk Drum was slowly beaten three times. The solemn ceremonial music sounded. The National Tutor, dressed in a snow-white robe, slowly walked over.
The two yin and yang fish eyes of the Taiji diagram suddenly rose. They reflected the setting sun and drew a long shadow on the Taiji diagram. The National Tutor stopped in the center of the Taiji diagram. He lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot. Like a snow-white butterfly, he fluttered up and effortlessly flew up to the stone platform that was three zhang high.
His gorgeous snow-white robe was embroidered with complicated cloud patterns with golden thread. It couldn't be seen in the backlight. Standing under the sunlight, his entire body seemed to sparkle. The soft snow-white silk was like the flowing clouds in the sky. The hem of his robe fluttered in the breeze. Part of his snow-white hair was tied up by a jade crown. The rest was draped over his back and fluttered in the wind with the hem of his robe.
At this moment, the National Tutor was incomparably solemn and sacred. Even Su Yu was overwhelmed by emotions. He had the urge to prostrate himself on the ground and kowtow.
There was no long chant or complicated ceremony. The National Tutor raised his head slightly. The golden light reflected on his handsome face. His pale thin lips opened slightly. "God bless Da An!"
His clear voice wasn't loud, but it strangely reverberated in everyone's ears. It was ethereal, like a chant that came from ancient times. It knocked on people's hearts.
"God bless Da An! God bless Da An! "The officials shouted in unison. Their voices shook the Nine Heavens.
When everyone recovered from their excitement, the National Tutor's figure had long disappeared from the high platform. In his place was His Majesty, the Emperor, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
The officials knelt down again and shouted, "Long live the Emperor!"
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