As night fell, Yang Xian gently opened the screen window, bathed in the clear light, and looked up at the cold autumn moon, feeling desolate and confused.
He was the former Prince of the Sui Dynasty, the son of the Saint Prince, and he majored in royal techniques!
The Sui Dynasty collapsed and returned to the Tang Dynasty. Li Shimin was kind-hearted. Not only did he save his own life, he was also named a prince, because he was the Duke of Guiming!
The first-class princes are above the three princes. They have a transcendent status and are highly respected above the court!
The price was that all the ambition and passion that he had once were in vain, and he could no longer hope to become a great treasure.
"Now, the world has returned to the Li family, and it has nothing to do with my Yang family anymore. Li Shimin has won the hearts of the world, is powerful, and has many gods and generals to protect the law. The throne has been firmly established. Even if he becomes the supreme, he can't shake it at all! Today, At this moment, is it really necessary for me to practice the ancient royal methods again? After all, the royal methods that cannot become an emperor are of no use! Should I cut off the past and find another way? If so, what will happen to my future? Where is the road?" Yang Xian asked himself in his heart, but he couldn't get an answer.
At this time, there were fireworks blooming in the distance, lighting up the sky of Chang'an. In the bright light, Yang Xian's eyes were a little blurred: "Is the New Year here?"
The once sacred city was also brightly lit with fireworks during the New Year!
That year in Jiangnan Mansion, I was full of ambition and looking forward to the future. When I first met Chen Xiu, it seemed to be the New Year's Eve, right?
It was also that year that Chen Ce, now the head of the Chen family, entered the realm of heaven, and Chen Xiu emerged in the world, starting his ups and downs in life!
It seems that it was also this year that my father made up his mind to go down to the south of the Yangtze River in a dragon boat to enjoy the flowers...
For a moment, Yang Xian felt a little homesick in her heart. The place that had carried her life for more than thirty years was like a picture scroll, and scenes appeared in her eyes: the main hall of the imperial city, the hanging mirror in the capital of gods. Si, Prince's Mansion, Prince Qi's Mansion, and the streets he once walked...
Maybe I should go back and take a look?
Look back on your past and find the path and direction for the future! !
Late at night, he stepped into the Chang'an Palace and met the current Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin! !
"You said you have been away for many years, and you want to return to the former divine capital to see your hometown?" Li Shimin said quietly, his eyes were deep and dark, unfathomable, "I'm sure!! It's human nature to want to return to your hometown, and I can understand it. !How many followers do you need?"
"If your Majesty can trust me, I want to go quietly alone." Yang Jian spoke softly, with a sincere face.
He knew that as the former crown prince, he should be strictly monitored. This request was too offensive, but he still said it!
"I'm sure! You have to be careful when you are alone outside, even in the former divine capital." Li Shimin agreed leisurely.
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At noon, with the rising sun in the sky, there are thousands of buildings and boats on the spacious canal, and hundreds of boats are vying for the water. It is extremely lively and prosperous!
The ancient city of gods with quite a historical style stands on the bank of the river, majestic and far-reaching, containing flawless vicissitudes and ancient charm! !
"The capital of the gods is still so high-spirited..." The rowing oar seemed to be quite emotional, "Such a spirit is rare in the world!"
Looking at the familiar ancient road, Yang Jian sighed softly, and his thoughts seemed to go back to his youth.
At that time, the divine capital was the center of the world, much better than Chang'an City!
All nations came to court, aristocratic families gathered, heroes emerged in large numbers, and they swallowed up thousands of miles like a tiger. There was also a true spirit emperor sitting in charge, and the emperor star suppressed it. The overbearing power suppressed the masters of the world and it was difficult to breathe. Dragons and tigers were among the gods, and they all had to bow their heads. , how domineering?
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Now, although the old shape is still there, the aura of the past has completely disappeared!
The boatman docked the bamboo boat at the port, and Yang Jian walked through the deep city gate alone. His eyes were full of memories, as if he had returned to the past.
He did not go to the inner city, but stopped in front of a mottled ancient palace.
The palace is extremely spacious, with small bridges and flowing water inside. However, it is now dilapidated, with many broken walls and ruins, countless scratches and burns, and it is full of dilapidation and desolation!
Staring at the traces left by the years and the war, Yang Jian sighed and slowly wiped away the dust that fell on the plaque.
A few dark, gilded ancient characters caught his eye: The Palace of the Protector of the Country!
"The old prince's residence, my last few loyal ministers in the Sui Dynasty." There was a bit of sadness in Yang Xun's eyes.
If on that day, his father did not go down to the south of the Yangtze River on a dragon boat, and the old prince was not forced to leave the capital, then would the situation have changed?
It’s really one wrong step, one wrong step after another! !
"It would be great if we could really go back in time and rewrite this period of history! At least, our Sui Dynasty should not have perished so quickly..." Yang Xian closed his eyes and felt the moist breeze blowing by the river. Everything that happened flashed before his eyes!
It's hard to recover from overflowing water, and time can't be returned after all!
With great sadness, Yang Jian came to the mansion he was very familiar with.
That was Prince Qi's Mansion, the mansion where he lived before his father went to Jiangnan.
There are several bookshelves in the room, and the ancient books on the desk remain the same as they were many years ago.
"Tianlong Jade Seal..." Yang Jian's eyes fell on that page, and he smiled with a hint of memory.
Back then, I did not hesitate to steal to the south of the Yangtze River for this most valuable human treasure. It was here that I witnessed Chen Ce's journey to heaven.
It was also this time that I met Chen Xiu who had not yet risen!
After returning from Jiangnan, my father began to build dragon boats and prepare for the Qionghua Banquet, which will take him to the south of the Yangtze River.
He himself was officially crowned the prince and moved into the prince's mansion. He didn't even have time to pack up the belongings in Prince Qi's mansion! !
That was also the last day I enjoyed it!
After the Sui Dynasty, the sun was declining and the rivers were declining!
"That's all, so what if I only add sentimentality here?" Yang Jian laughed at himself, took a deep look at everything in Prince Qi's mansion, and walked out of the mansion slowly.
Only then did I notice that I had actually stayed in the mansion for an entire afternoon!
It's night time now, and the lights are brightly lit on both sides of the road!
Yang Xian was walking on the street with flashing lights, feeling that he was out of tune with such a lively atmosphere!
"Don't recall the past! Let the past days pass by." Yang Xian comforted himself!
The past is like smoke, and the motherland cannot bear to look back!
At this moment, his eyes narrowed.
In the vast sea of people, a handsome Confucian scholar with a wide robe and long sleeves, tied with a wooden hairpin, walked out slowly.
Walking like an immortal, he seems to be aloof from all living beings.
Exactly, [Magician] Liang Xiao!
"Prince of the Sui Dynasty, do we want to chat?" Liang Xiao showed a deep smile!
