Zhang Mao was good at it and wiped his tears. Suddenly, he felt like a hero was old.

Looking at the young man in front of me, I remember that I was burly and this little guy was just thin and short in front of me, like a weak cock.

But now, Zhang Mao's back is hunched, but Fang Jifan is still handsome and has a more upright body.

The era that belonged to him and those old guys was over.

He held Fang Jifan's hand: "People are bound to die, hey, I have to mourn..."

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

Zhang Mao: “…”

In any case, he could not understand why Fang Jifan was stronger than himself.

He finally cried and said, "I am ordered to preside over the sacrifice. This sacrifice is not something that can be deceived by people, but it is difficult for ghosts and gods to deceive. Therefore, we living people cannot make mistakes in every step of worshipping heroes. We must have rules everywhere. What kind of people, which door to enter, what rituals should be performed, and what words should be said. If there is no arrangement in advance, it will cause harm to the gods, which will cause harm to their descendants."

"Come on...you sit down."

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

Zhang Mao said: "Come and get something."

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

Zhang Mao took out a book casually: "This is the Book of Rites." He took out another book: "This is the great edict." Then he said: "There is this book, this book, and this book... Here are all charters. Everything is called "all of allusions, what is allusions? It is a norm and a rule. Just talk about rituals. Your father is a prince, how many animals should be killed, how to burn animals, when to worship, how many days to worship, how many incense sticks are needed, do you know?"

Fang Jifan was confused and shook his head.

Zhang Mao sighed that people's hearts are not the same. The rules of the ancestors are really withering among the next generation of royal relatives. How could this happen?

He cheered up and wanted to give Fang Jifan a detailed explanation, but thought about it, and shook his head. Now he wanted to teach this kid, but he didn't know how to teach the monkey in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. Although he could teach the church, he could not delay the sacrifice ceremony, and time would not wait for anyone.

So he sighed and said, "You can learn these things later. Well, these are here to cook, but you and Zhengqing, as filial sons and grandsons, are filial sons and grandsons. Although this is a national sacrifice, not a family sacrifice, there will be a ceremony for future generations to comfort their ancestors. How to perform rituals and rituals, you need to follow the rules of the rules. I came here for this, just to follow the vassal state. You must not make any mistakes. Come on, let me teach you these simple things first. Then, you can read the text according to the script."

"Oh." It sounds simple, but Fang Jifan finally gave a little bit of energy.

He felt complicated and always didn't believe that his father was dead.

Perhaps it is unacceptable, or, deep down, I always look forward to miracles, or, this is his instinct.

But no matter what, Zhang Mao burst into tears, and he could say whatever else he could say, just be simple.

Zhang Mao then began to talk. This speech was talked endlessly for more than an hour, and his mouth was dry. Fang Jifan was dizzy when he heard it and couldn't help but wail. Dad, don't die really. If you die, your son stays in the world. What a living rule? I would rather give me a white-haired man, this black-haired man.

Zhang Mao took a sip of tea, paused, and Fang Jifan said, "Uncle Shi, have you finished speaking?"

"Not yet, there are more than half." Zhang Mao said: "This is just a small rule. I just said that, right? Stand, this is a national sacrifice. You should wear mourning clothes and stand in the south, just by Your Majesty..."

"Lao Fang...Lao Fang..." He heard Zhu Houzhao's voice outside, and he raised his throat and was careless.

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

Zhang Mao frowned.

Fang Jifan said: "Shiwang, Your Highness, the crown prince must have important important matters. Shiwang, what's the matter? Remember these rules. Once I recite them, will it be done?"

Zhang Mao said: "This kind of thing can only be understood but not expressed. Why do you believe in me so many ritual officials in the temple? On the one hand, although you are loved by Your Majesty, on the other hand, it is also the rules I know, which are more than others. Those who only know how to pick and copy the chapters in the book do not know these..."

"That's it, one word is determined." Fang Jifan threw down a sentence and ran out.

Outside, he saw Zhu Houzhao coming in a hurry. When he saw Fang Jifan, he was about to speak, Fang Jifan grabbed his clothes and said, "Run quickly."

Zhu Houzhao was furious and wanted to open Fang Jifan's hand, but when he thought that he had to be careful that Lao Fang could not think of it, he said with a smile: "Your clothes are well pulled, and it just strangled my neck, so that I don't feel suffocated, but I am also controlled by you. Lao Fang, your hand is really amazing, I want to learn... Oh, I can't breathe..."

After being stumbling out by Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan finally breathed a sigh of relief: "What's the matter?"

Zhu Houzhao rubbed his neck desperately, and turned blue, and said resentfully: "According to your wishes, we took down a group of Portuguese envoys, but... we let Wang Xizuo and another Portuguese go."

Fang Jifan said: "Okay, how do they go out to sea?"

"I'm walking on a private boat, of course, on the surface, I have nothing to do with us."

Fang Jifan said: "That's great."

Zhu Houzhao said: "I'm afraid that Wang Xizuo will turn against him once he leaves the sea."

"I will recognize it." Fang Jifan said lightly: "He secretly bought two houses in Xincheng. I don't believe that he dares to fly far away and turns his back on others."

Zhu Houzhao still felt worried. They were all Franji people, and this Wang's fine work...

Four Spanish ships were defeated this time.

Of course, the Ming Dynasty should take all the franchises outrage, no matter whether you are Spain or Portugal, it is all tooth.

After taking down the people, Wang Xizuo and another envoy were let go, which was to ask them to find a way to escape back to Luzon.

Although these two were Portuguese, the Spanish Kingdom suddenly lost four ships and thousands of people disappeared. They must try their best to find out the news.

These two escaped naturally became crucial figures.

Wang Xizhu can be taken for granted, approaching the Spaniards. As for what to do next, it depends on how he adapts to the situation.

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan: "The next day, there will be a sacrifice. I think you have a bad face. Lao Fang, you have to be mournful."

It seems that everyone looks at themselves with sympathy.

Fang Jifan has become accustomed to it.

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A express ship from Japan appeared in Tianjin again.

When the Tianjin Weihui Delivery Shop saw that it was coming from the Golden Island again, he was immediately frightened.

Where is Huang Jinzhou? The manpower and material resources spent on such a small volume of information are amazing.

A piece of thin paper is probably more than tens of thousands of taels of silver.

The emergency delivery shop did not dare to take any information from the Golden Island and immediately ordered someone to arrange a quick horse and send it to the capital.

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The third day of November, a good day.

Emperor Hongzhi got up early. Before the hour of Mao came, the lights in Ganning Palace were already brightly lit. He put on a crown and wore a crown on his head. This sacrifice will be held in the Taimiao.

The Xian Hall in Taimiao worships emperors of the Ming Dynasty, and on the main building of this Xian Hall, there are the East and West Halls.

The sacrifices in the East Side Hall are princes, princes, and civil officials who have made great contributions.

This ceremony requires you to go to the Enchanting Hall first. Emperor Hongzhi personally burned the sacrifice. The sacrifice was written about the Spanish people's ambitions to the Ming Dynasty. How the Ming Dynasty fought back, please bless the ancestors, return to the world, and peace in the world.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Hongzhi moved to the East Side Hall to worship the late King of Xinjin County Fang Jinglong.

Many of this ceremony were decided by Emperor Hongzhi, and many of the etiquettes exceeded the status of the prince. This was called grace and order to commend Fang Jinglong's achievements.

Xiao Jing personally straightened Emperor Hongzhi's crown, and while stroking Emperor Hongzhi's crown, he said, "Your Majesty, the car is ready."

"When is it now?" Emperor Hongzhi said.

"It's almost time for Mao."

It was still early, and Emperor Hongzhi said, "Put a pair of tea."

Xiao Jing hurriedly poured tea.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "Nothing went wrong with the British Duke."

"Everything is ready, the only thing that is the shortcoming is... it's... the British Duke is worried..."

"What are you worried about?" Emperor Hongzhi said.

"I was worried that the Duke of Qi was too sad and forgot the rituals of sacrifice."

"Oh..." Emperor Hongzhi said: "I can understand too much sadness. How many people can survive the pain of losing their father? Don't look at Fang Jifan who always smiles, he is a filial son, I understand him."

Emperor Hongzhi took a sip of tea, and after sighing, he couldn't help but say, "Let a ritual official follow him to remind him at any time, so as not to lose his etiquette in the Taimiao. This is a big deal and no mistakes can be made."

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

After drinking a pair of tea, the sky was already bright. Emperor Hongzhi stood up. This time, his thoughts were very complicated. On the one hand, he wanted to report good news to his ancestors, but on the other hand, he needed to sacrifice for his lost right-hand man.

Emperor Hongzhi got on the carriage, and the Jinwu Guards and the Han generals on both sides were surrounded by chariots and horses.

At this time, under the dawn, the Ming Gate was already open.

When the Saint Carriage left the Daming Gate, the civil and military officials who had been waiting here for a long time all bowed to the imperial road and shouted long live. Then, people stood up and followed the Saint Carriage and walked towards the Taimiao.

At this time, everyone was wearing auspicious clothes and showed their sad faces.

Zhu Houzhao followed Fang Jifan in an inch. Fang Jifan looked confused. Looking at the huge formation, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have to accept a terrible fact.
Chapter completed!