"Xiao Lang is a passerby from now on?" Li Jing put the wine glass on the table and laughed softly. "Hong received an imperial edict to invade Wei. He moved his army to Luokou and advanced to Keliang City. When Hong heard that Wei's reinforcements were approaching, he was too cowardly to advance. The Wei people knew that they were not powerful, so they left behind women. The song of the Northern Army said: Don't be afraid of Xiao Niang and her husband. Grandma Lu, I am afraid of Wei Hu in Hefei. Your Majesty is trying to help the Lanling Xiao family become famous in a different way, which will make others envious."
Giving away women is one of the routine operations when fighting for war. Xiao Hong, the king of Linchuan County, is not the first, and naturally he will not be the last. But no one expected that Xiao Niang would be turned into a symbol of beauty by those literati... Empress Xiao is really beautiful. Her beauty lies not only in appearance, but also in her temperament, that helplessness. The special temperament of the words is beautiful anyway.
Xiao Kai lowered his head helplessly, picked up the wine bottle and drank directly: Li Wei Gong, you might as well not say anything. The Lanling Xiao family seems to have never offended you, why do you want to fan the flames and add insult to injury?
"Princess Yicheng." Li Yuanying leaned on Xiao Kai's shoulder and reminded her in an almost inaudible voice. According to popular sayings in later generations, Xiao Yu was somewhat controlled by her sister. Unlike in later generations, many people are only children, and being able to get close to their cousins is an unexpected blessing.
With the convenience of transportation and the spread of education, many people have not only moved thousands of miles away from their hometowns, but some have even flown directly to the other side of the ocean to change their nationality and become citizens of other countries. The contact between relatives is becoming increasingly rare, and those who can greet each other during holidays are considered to have deep feelings. Some places in the south are better. From time to time, descendants who went to Southeast Asia will return to their hometowns to worship their ancestors and record their names in the genealogy. However, in another thirty to fifty years, they may become indifferent.
The reason why Jin Lao, who wrote about a great hero who served the country and the people, was so angry and unforgettable towards a certain cousin was that in his book, the cousin never ended up badly. To be honest, it had nothing to do with whether he was a scumbag or not. Relationship, just because that cousin's behavior affects the reputation of the family and the future of the rest of the family.
Liang Juvenile's influence in that era was not ordinary. His reputation in the literary circle was much higher than that of Kang Liuconcubine, the so-called royalist intellectual leader who traveled around the world. Xu Kangqiao was reprimanded by him as having a frivolous temperament, to the point where he was unable to achieve anything in his studies, knowledge, and life. It is conceivable how much impact it would have on him personally and on his family.
What’s even more tragic is that Xu Kangqiao’s ex-wife’s family is not a small-scale ordinary person. With his ex-wife’s success in the business world, his reputation after death is even worse... The popularization of vernacular scripts is also a good way to eliminate illiteracy. .
Uh-huh, uh-huh, before the storybook, you can make it into a comic book. For example, the revised version of Fengshen Yanyi, a black wave of Western religion; Revised version of the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, announcing that the Tang Dynasty came to the throne, which was actually destiny...
...The most important thing is the story of Song of Everlasting Regret. You can choose to make it up, arrange a country at will, and serve as a reminder to future generations...and add some private goods in the middle, and subtly arrange trivial matters such as the reform of the military system and the layout of the troops in the sky. I wish to be a winged bird, and I wish to be a love story in which Lian Lizhi’s old house is on fire.
That's it... Li Yuanying showed a reassuring smile. He can vigorously develop urban construction and collect some information about the house from the lovely nobles, nobles, nobles and wealthy businessmen.
Li Jing saw Li Yuanying's smile and felt a chill on his back: Who else does Prince Teng want to plot against? Why did he feel that after getting to Yangzhou, Prince Teng became a little different from before, as if he had untied some kind of restraint... He would not want to play with something big again.
……Bar?
Xiao Kai drank all the wine in the pot, bowed his hand to Li Yuanying, and silently returned to his seat: Compassion does not control troops. Li Jing's actions back then, judging from the many years of grievances between the Tang Dynasty and the Eastern Turks, there is nothing to criticize. As a censor, Aye did have the power to report rumors. He could not be wrong about impeaching Li Jing, but he could not be right. After all, the starting point was mixed with personal affairs, and the pattern seemed a little small.
However, during the years when her aunt was in the tent of King Jieli Khan, Princess Yicheng not only protected her, but also gave her rare warmth. In the panic at the end of the previous dynasty, human life was like a piece of grass. As the queen of the previous dynasty, her aunt was even more... People use it repeatedly... Well, I only hope that the Tang Dynasty can be peaceful and worry-free, become more and more prosperous, and no longer have those chaotic and miserable years.
The bright moon was rising outside the window, and the evening breeze was blowing. Li Yuanying looked at the palace lanterns by the river, and the peach trees under the lanterns were
Red willows and green... Put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Tang Fu, how about we take a boat trip on the river and admire the beauties under the moon?"
There is no need to ask about Wei Zheng and Li Jing. Although the former is no longer so aloof and aloof and won't say anything that would disgrace the scenery, he still can't take the initiative to lean against the red and green trees. Dragging him directly onto the boat is the most correct choice; the latter The reputation of his father's ears is not as famous as Fang Xuanling's, but his wife's strength is not as high as usual... Although the wife has passed away, everyone still has a tacit understanding and sends the beauty directly to his arms. Okay, no need to talk nonsense.
"Spring Breeze Ten Miles Yangzhou Road is really worth a visit." Tang Jian put down his wine glass, stood up and laughed. "I believe that Miss Cardamom's dance will definitely make someone understand what it means to roll up a bead curtain."
Glancing at the silent Xiao Kai, the eldest son Jiaqing felt that he could do it again. He straightened his sleeves and chuckled: "Prince Teng, there was a Zhezhi dance in Suiye City two years ago. I think the little lady Cardamom is also good at it. A certain Invite yourself to play drum music."
Chang'an became more and more prosperous, and the exchanges between various countries in the Western Regions and Hu Jia further away became more frequent. Not only is it frequent, but the material turnover speed is not just one or two chips, but a few hundred million points. After Cui Renshi, the minister of the Ministry of Aboriginal Peoples, became the governor of Guazhou, he no longer lost his hair to keep accounts, nor did he have to worry about arranging supplies everywhere, nor did he have to worry about his hairline receding. He planted trees and built roads diligently as if he had been enlightened.
From Guazhou to Chang'an, there are not only steam trains, but also direct steam trains. The Ministry of Civil Affairs has allocated several time periods to help those Hu Jia transport goods, which has greatly improved the local living conditions. Guarding Yumen Pass is no longer a problem. Avoid drudgery. Boling Cui has a lot of brushes. It was very difficult for Buddhism to flourish in the Tang Dynasty.
Xiao Kai glanced at the eldest grandson Jiaqing who recommended himself, and silently curled his lips: A reclusive person who doesn't care about worldly affairs, huh, is just a Xibei, a man with high hopes who sells dog meat with a sheep's head!
"Then we'll be back to work in Jiaqing. Let's wait and see the colorful dance and listen to the fairy music." Li Yuanying stretched out his hand and dragged Wei Zheng towards the river, smiling with interest.
Compared with the bright spring scenery of human faces and peach blossoms, he prefers the hazy artistic conception of willow branches in the moonlight and people about to fall behind the yellow queen. As the misty clouds disperse, people say it well: when you look at a beautiful woman under the moon, you feel more and more charming.
Wei Zheng: "..."
Actually, I won’t refuse~
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