Dingjiangshan

No matter how significant the etiquette is, it cannot avoid the four characters of "troublesome and tiring".

Ning Yan was tossed all morning, without any water and rice, wearing a heavy crown robe and kneeling to the sky, kneeling to his ancestors and his teacher. In the end, he was too tired to think about why Ning Huaijin didn't come.

Ning Yan and Guan Guan are a big event. In the capital, almost all the clansmen who can go out are present this time, except for some side branches who can't talk about it, there are also a few old princes of the direct line.

This was supposed to be a good day for the monarch and his subjects to enjoy together, but the clan had some complaints about Ning Yan's coronation ceremony this time. Logically speaking, since Ning Yan's biological parents were not around, the close uncles should take care of him. crown.Although it is not impossible for the teacher to do it for him, but the Jingzhong clan has relatives, so there is no way to pick out an uncle who is close to the blood, and he must find an outsider to replace him.

It is obviously a good time to contact the clan, but the children are ignorant, so they are in vain.

The middle of the capital is an intricate weaving net. Everyone stands on top of it, with thousands of silk threads wrapped around their bodies, entwining themselves with others. It seems that only in this way can they stand upright in the bottomless water of the middle of the capital. Stable in general.

Not only the courtiers, but also the relatives of the royal family, regardless of whether the kinship is deep or not, it seems that as long as they are close relatives, some friendships that can be encountered around the bush must be tied together to appear majestic.

Ke Ningyan is like a different species in this net, he is also tied with countless silk threads, but he is not entangled by these threads like others, but holds the ends of those threads in his own hands, Whether it is used or not, tightened or loosened, he doesn't seem to care much.

He was not raised by a mother, and lost his father when he was young. He has very little impression of these uncles in Beijing, let alone familiarity. In the early years, he had to be reminded by He Wenting before he could match up with these uncles in Beijing.

Ning Yan didn't seem to have the line of "kinship" in his heart. To him, this thing was more like an unrepresented symbol than mortal nature. He clearly knew that this thing was connected between himself and those people. , but how can not give birth to a heart of intimacy.

Except for Ning Huaijin who can barely get some "kinship", Ning Yan is actually not close to other clansmen.Ning Yan knew in his heart that those were his relatives, other than Ning Zongyuan, who were connected with him by blood in this world, he respected them, but that was all.

Sometimes Ning Yan wondered if it was because he despised relatives so much that he had such unkind thoughts towards Ning Huaijin.

It's one thing to know, but another to do it. Compared with these nominal clan relatives, he is more willing to get close to close officials like Jiang Xiaohan.

Ning Yan is a different species, and the clan members are not fools, just like a school of fish in a pond, who can detect a foreign race in the school of fish just by their breath.

Ning Yan is not the same kind of person as they are, and they can't receive their signals, or they don't bother to respond when they receive them. This is something everyone has known for a long time.

Most of the clansmen thought that he was young, that he was an emperor, and that he had a temper and confidence, so they all turned a blind eye, pretending not to see him, and having fun together during festivals and festivals. up.

It's just the other clansmen, Ninth Prince Ning Zongze is Ning Yan's uncle, and Ning Yan went around him to find Jiang Xiaohan and Guan, as if slapping him in the face out of thin air.

Ning Zongze has never suffered any grievances since he was a child, and he has not seen how mature his mind is when he is old. He should be self-willed or self-willed. He stayed with the scene for two hours with a dark face. He simply pretended to be dizzy, and left Ning Yan's crowning ceremony midway.

This is not a big deal for Ning Yan, if Ning Huaijin doesn't come, this etiquette loses half of its significance to him.What's more, whether he is an adult or not, whether he can stand up to the sky on his own in the future, does not rely on a ceremony to prove it.

Ning Yan was as well-behaved as a marionette throughout the whole process, following the tedious etiquette of singing and sighing three times in Taichang Temple.

Jiang Xiaohan tied his hair and crown for him, and Jing Zhan also changed into a fairy-like solid-color robe today, and stood obediently behind Yan Qing to support his master.

The sun was scorching in spring, and Ning Yan's sacrificial attire was cumbersome and heavy, and he wore it all morning. When he finally got back to the palace, his underwear was more than half soaked.

Ning Huaijin still didn't come in the end, Ning Yan couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or disappointed, when He Wenting came to report, he was already so tired that he didn't even have the energy to speak, so he waved his hand and helped He Wenting's hand into the car, Nothing was said.

On the way back to Beijing, when passing by the outer city, Ning Yan stretched out his hand and opened one side of the car curtain, and looked outside.

The emperor went on a tour. In order to prevent assassins from committing crimes, this road has been cleared by the imperial army in advance. Now the people kneeling on both sides of the road are clean people. The road is silent, and occasionally sees a few children. Being pressed to the ground with the mouth covered by an adult, I was afraid that the young child would be ignorant and make a noise and bump into the "noble man".

Looking from inside the car, Ning Yan could only see the backs of those people who were almost lying on the ground.They were wrapped in silk or linen, kneeling more neatly than those plowed fields in the suburbs, and it was impossible to tell who was who at a glance, only the fragile back of the neck was slightly protruding from the kneeling posture.

The imperial army set up a person every five meters, standing on the side of the road with a knife and a sword, and guarding against possible dangers at any time.

Ning Yan suddenly felt very boring.

When he was not very busy a few years ago, he would sneak out of the palace to wander around the outer city from time to time.Sometimes when she gets excited, even Ning Huaijin won't tell. She only takes her shadow guards and entourage, and goes out for a couple of laps in the dark, and returns to the palace with a hand full of gadgets.

Since three years ago, the curfew system has been lifted. At the foot of the emperor, in the important place of the capital, everything is prosperous. The sound of hawking and trivial human voices are mixed together, mixed with the smell of food wafting from the inn anytime and anywhere. Lively and warm.

Instead of being like now, there are still those people on the street, but it is as dull as an empty ancestral temple.

Ning Yan put down the car curtain without interest, leaned back in the chair, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind.

He has been tossed all morning, and there is still a dinner waiting for him after returning to the palace.

It is not good to be born in the royal family, no matter what the festival or big gift is, as long as you find some excuses, you will have a "blind date between monarch and minister", no matter how tired you are, you have to maintain the majesty of the emperor to save yourself from being punished. People take it lightly.

Ning Zongze seemed to be in a bad mood, and wanted to pretend to be sick. In the afternoon, he sent someone to reply, saying that the old prince was still lying in bed and he was about to resign from the dinner party. It was a pity.

Ning Yanzheng was half-reclining on the soft couch to take a nap, and didn't open his eyes when he heard the words, he said a lot of polite things with a half-smile, asked He Wenting to send a lot of things, and then sent him away.

"Your Majesty." He Wenting persuaded him while packing up the clothes for the dinner, "The old prince is getting old, so you should let him go, otherwise the clan will have complaints against you."

"Even if I treat King Yong'an in every possible way, he should still blame me." Ning Yan smiled: "He can't let go of Jiujiang, so he has to guard against me."

After Ning Yan finished speaking, he closed his eyes and rubbed it, touched a candied fruit from the small table and stuffed it into his mouth, tilted his head against the clock, and went to rest.

He had the right idea, and He Wenting had nothing to do with him, so he could only sigh and close the window next to him for him.

Ning Yan didn't rest very well this time, he was preoccupied with something, and he couldn't sleep deeply. It was rare for him to lie down for half an hour, and he spent most of the time in his dreams.

As an emperor, he is used to staying awake every day, even in his dreams. He always has a bottom line and refuses to let himself sink.

But precisely because of this, when he shuttled back and forth in all kinds of strange things, the sense of detachment and bewilderment was even stronger.In his dream, he saw Ning Huaijin for a while, and then inexplicably saw his mother and concubine whom he had never met before. Before he could say a word, he was called by Ning Zongyuan to take the exam for a long time Learn to wake up more tired than before falling asleep.

He Wenting called him at a later time, and he opened his eyes after calling two or three times.

"Your Majesty." He Wenting said, "I have to go to the palace banquet."

"Hmm..." Ning Yan agreed vaguely, groped to lift the little mink off his chest, and sat up from the couch reluctantly.

He Wenting didn't care whether he really woke up or pretended to wake up, anyway, he took the robe and put it on him without any surprise.Ning Yan just passed the crown today, and he couldn't react for a while when he tied his hair, he was not used to it.

The ostentation of today's dinner was similar to that of New Year's Eve. Almost everyone who could come came, and the first palace was full.

Ning Yan had read the list of etiquette given to him by Shu Qiuyu before, and there were three full pages for the light dance and music performance.

Even though Ning Yan didn't want to sit here and have a banquet, he knew that he couldn't be kind today, and he had to treat everyone who should be polite one by one.

He sighed tiredly, and motioned for He Wenting to pour him another glass of "wine".

But fortunately, today is a special day, even the young national teacher who has never liked to socialize has to come out of the national teacher's mansion, and reluctantly accompany His Majesty to have a banquet.

Xu Shiren has a bit of a bad temper in his bones, and Ning Yan felt that this tone was much easier when he thought of having someone to accompany him.

His Majesty was young, and his acting skills were quite good. After being respected by the whole circle, no one noticed that what he was drinking was not wine.

Ning Yan was impatient and kept making fake smiles, and after drinking two rounds, he borrowed "tea" to pretend to be drunk, frowned, leaned on the armrest openly, and ate snacks every now and then, as if his reaction was slow.

Ning Yan was indeed tired. He drooped his eyelids, gathered his thoughts to rest his mind, and only listened to the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras, and also listened to other people chatting along the way.

He was drowsy in the noisy and detailed sound, and when he was about to let go of his thoughts, he suddenly heard a small commotion below him, and the music was half a beat slow.

"Your Majesty." Ning Yan suddenly heard Ruan Yin say.

Ning Yan opened his eyes, subconsciously looked to the left, and saw that Ruan Yin was wearing an exquisite rose red palace dress today, and was smiling lovingly at him.

Ning Yan subconsciously felt that the smile was a bit weird - that smile looked kind and eager, but when it appeared on Ruan Yin's face, it seemed too much.

——Did Ruan Yin do anything recently, Ning Yan suddenly thought.

"Today is the big day for His Majesty and the crown. From now on, Your Majesty will grow up." Ruan Yin said with a smile.

——It seems not, Ning Yan thought hesitantly.

"The queen mother will give you a gift, congratulations on your crown."