Today, the layout of Zhuque Street has not changed at all from what it was a thousand years ago. Rather, it is even wider, reaching 160 meters.
Of course, the road surface is also high-density asphalt. In Yang Junyu's opinion, the highest-standard racing track is almost this level of road surface.
Stalls are not allowed on both sides of Zhuque Street on weekdays, except today.
A large number of mobile food trucks were driven over, selling various snacks and snacks, covering several floors.
Zhuque Street is also not open to traffic today, so people can run up and down the road.
Over the past few hundred years, in addition to being a symbol of Chang'an, Zhuque Street also served as an airstrip during wartime.
However, with the development of science and technology, both fighter jets, transport aircraft and early warning aircraft now have the function of vertical take-off and landing, and a runway is no longer needed.
Therefore, the remaining meaning of Zhuque Street is to witness history and watch the development and changes of the Tang Dynasty over the past thousands of years.
After Yang Junyu and Anman walked out of Tai Chi Palace, they glanced in the direction of Zhuque Street, and then walked to the left.
Pedestrians who came and went looked at the two of them and moved out of the way very cooperatively.
Black lapel and silver tie, this is the standard dress for interior guards.
Although ordinary people are not prohibited from wearing this, coupled with the silver mask on their face and the long knife in their hand, they can already prove their identity.
This special mask is a special equipment for military and police personnel and is absolutely inaccessible to the outside world.
Walking on the street outside Tai Chi Palace, many people around them were secretly taking pictures of them.
Because I'm wearing a mask, I can take photos casually without breaking the law.
After taking the photo, one of the girls excitedly joked to her friend next to her: "Look, the height difference between these two defenders matches up so well!"
"Knocking on anything will only hurt you!" The friend next to him had an expressionless face.
"What are you afraid of? The one on the right is obviously a woman, right?"
"Huh? Is she a woman?"
"Nonsense, how can such big breasts be a man's?"
"Ah, it looks much more pleasing to the eye if you look at it this way."
The two girls did not deliberately lower their voices when talking, and many people around them could hear it.
Yang Junyu was naturally the same, he even glanced over there with a smile.
It's just that the other party didn't notice it because he was wearing a mask.
But Anman didn't care at all and still walked beside him leisurely.
After arriving at the designated location, two similarly dressed internal guards came over from the opposite side.
The four people raised their hands to signal each other, and then confirmed the succession on their own terminals.
"Shang Yuan Ankang!" The two people on the other side greeted.
Yang Junyu and Anman also nodded and said hello: "Shangyuan Ankang!"
Because he was wearing a mask, his voice was somewhat muffled and different from his usual speaking voice.
It's not very far from Zhuque Street, but there are far fewer people visible to the naked eye.
It's still not dark yet. When it gets dark later, the show will officially start over there, and there will be fewer people here.
Then the two of them strolled around the area they were responsible for.
The job of patrolling the streets is actually quite easy, just wandering around in the area you are responsible for and maintaining order.
Anman looked around: "While it's not busy now, I'm going to buy a drink. What do you want to drink?"
"I just want a cup of hot tea." Yang Junyu replied. He rarely drinks juice, milk tea and the like.
Seeing Anman going to buy a drink, Yang Junyu strolled forward for a while.
I happened to see a few young people gathering together, making a lot of noise, and even two people in the middle were pushing each other.
Many people in the crowd were admonishing something, and there were several girls standing in the middle, admonishing and looking at each other warily.
As I said before, people in the Tang Dynasty have bad tempers, not only men, but women as well.
It can be said that if the two sides start fighting, these girls will follow suit with fists.
So Yang Junyu raised his legs and walked over: "Hey! What are you doing here? Are you going to fight?"
Seeing an inner guard wearing a silver mask approaching, normal people would usually disperse at this time. However, these young people only glanced at him and continued to confront each other.
Such a scene made Yang Junyu a little confused, and he took two steps forward: "You can't even hear it, can you?"
As soon as the words fell, a young man in the crowd who looked to be twenty-four or five years old immediately turned his head and shouted: "What's the matter with you? Get out of here!"
Damn it?
If you dare to yell at law enforcement officers like this, if you are not crazy, then you have a very tough family background.
And this guy looked a little familiar. Yang Junyu thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this guy was sitting not far from him at the New Year's Eve party, and he was whistling at the time.
"Qingluan, check this guy's identity." Yang Junyu whispered.
"Received. The appearance comparison confirmed that he is Wang Xiangxiang, the second son of Wang Yu, Minister of Punishment." Qingluan's voice rang in his ears.
At the same time as the sound sounded, information was also displayed in Yang Junyu's field of vision.
Wang Yu, the Minister of Punishment, had two sons and one daughter.
The eldest son is Wang Dayin, and the second son is Wang Xiangxiang standing in front of him.
And standing next to him was his little sister, Wang Miaoxuan.
After reading the information, Yang Junyu took two steps forward: "Insulting law enforcement officers, come with me!"
"You dare to take me?" Wang Elephant asked, "You want to take me on the spot regardless of the reason for the situation? You are so majestic! Tell me what your name is?"
"Okay, okay, you insulted the law enforcement officers first. If you have anything to do, go to Dali Temple and talk about it slowly." Yang Junyu waved his hand and took two steps forward.
At this time, Anman came to the side with two drinks: "What's going on?"
Yang Junyu recounted what had just happened, and then waved to Wang Elephant: "Are you coming with me, or should I take you?"
"You don't care about these gangsters bullying my sister, but they come up to take me? Let me tell you, Dali Temple is run by my family! I'm sorry if I don't strip you of your skin today!"
After saying that, he turned around and said to another group of young people next to him: "And you, who touched my sister just now, let me break your hands!"
Yang Junyu turned his head: "He said that Dali Temple was opened by his family. Does this count as rebellion?"
"Okay, don't be poor. Get them all under control. I'll notify Dali Temple to come and take them back!" Anman shook his head.
Of course, just such a sentence does not count as rebellion. Until the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there has been no such thing as being punished for words.
Not to mention that this kid is obviously a little over the top because his sister was bullied.
Yang Junyu nodded, and pulled out the sword with a "clunk" sound: "Okay, everyone squat down where you are!"
"Hey! Didn't you hear what I just said? They were bullying my sister!" Wang Elephant roared.
Before he finished speaking, Yang Junyu raised his hand and the blade was already placed on his neck.
"you……"
Feeling the cold touch on the blade, Wang Xiangxiang was completely speechless.
"I said, squat down!"
"Okay, you are awesome!" Wang Xiangxiang nodded fiercely, and then pulled his sister to squat down: "Don't be afraid, who touched you just now, point it out to me, and I will do it to you later!"
Wang Miaoxuan shook his head: "I explained it just now. He just chatted with me and didn't touch me. Someone behind him didn't look at the road and pushed me, and he just caught me..."
At this time, the person opposite also guessed that his identity was not to be trifled with, and said quickly: "Brother, look, that's what happened, I really didn't touch her..."
Listening to their conversation, Yang Junyu roughly figured out the reason for the matter.
It seems like a small misunderstanding, a very simple thing, but in Datang, this kind of thing happens all the time.
There have even been many large-scale fights caused by such small misunderstandings.
There is no way, this has been the trend for more than a thousand years.
Then Yang Junyu lowered his head and said to Wang Xiangxiang: "By the way, there was a video of the entire process just now. You insulted the law enforcement officers and said that Dali Temple is owned by your family. This video will definitely appear in King Qi's inbox There might even be the inbox of the Minister of Punishment."
"I……"
After hearing this, Wang Xiangxiang realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing just now.
His expression changed for a while, and then suddenly changed into a smiling face: "Hey, brother. This is all a misunderstanding! I didn't know the specific situation just now, so I got it! My fault, my fault!"
"That's it. Brother, add me as a friend! After the festival, I'll be the host! Let's just make friends and give our brother some face, and this matter will be over, okay?"
There is a reason why Wang Xiangxiang is suddenly so cowardly. Forget it in other countries, in monarchy countries, such words are actually more sensitive.
Especially since he was the son of the Minister of Punishment, he couldn't just say this casually.
Not to mention, if this matter is brought to King Qi and his Majesty sees it...
Let’s not talk about what will happen. Just saying that it will be troublesome for Your Majesty to talk to Dad because of this!
So thinking of this, Wang Elephant gave in decisively.
Yang Junyu did not answer, but turned his head and looked at Anman: "What should I say?"
"Leave it to Wei Jie to handle it. It has nothing to do with us anymore." Anman replied.
"Okay!" Yang Junyu nodded in agreement.
When Wang Xiangxiang heard this, he felt like he was going to suffer: "No, brother, I was really wrong this time, just take it as..."
"Shut up!" Anman said suddenly, "If you talk more, I will take you to the palace now!"
When Wang Xiangxiang heard that he was being taken into the palace, he immediately shut up.
He didn't have the guts to meet the emperor.
Ten minutes later, the police from Dali Temple came over and took everyone present into the car and took them back.
Yang Junyu made a copy of the video and sent it to the head catcher, and then the matter was no longer under his control.
Then he carried the knife in one hand and the tea bought by Amman in the other while patrolling while drinking.
Time moved forward little by little, and there were fewer and fewer people around, all heading towards Suzaku Street.
At this time, Zhuque Street also ushered in its most lively moment, and a large number of lanterns began to shine and dance.
The streets were full of people taking photos and videos, and a large number of anchors started live broadcasts to introduce the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival.
Many people on the street wear traditional costumes with wide robes and long sleeves, and there are even blond foreigners among them.
In a blink of an eye, the time came to nine o'clock.
At this time, colorful lights suddenly appeared in the sky, and people on the ground raised their hands and waved.
I saw large ships gradually floating up from behind the Tai Chi Palace, and then slowly descending in height.
These boats look like they are made of wood, but they are not.
Moreover, they all used magnetic levitation flight technology to drop to a height of more than two meters above the ground in front of the Tai Chi Palace, and then slowly advanced along Suzaku Street.
On the deck are dancers in traditional costumes, twisting their bodies to the rhythm of the music.
The singer standing in the middle waved to the surrounding crowd and sang loudly.
These boats are not small in area, with a length of almost thirty meters and a width of about ten meters.
There are different artists on each ship performing shows with different styles.
The fleet will slowly move forward along Suzaku Street and then circle back.
Simply put, this boat is a mobile stage floating in the air. It is not very fast and can ensure that every audience can watch a program completely.
If you want to watch the whole process, there is no problem. There are live broadcast drones on each ship, so you can enjoy these songs and dances from all angles.
On both sides of the ship, there were also a large number of carriages following the ships moving forward slowly.
These carriages have various lighting equipment on the side facing the ship. The outside is no different from ordinary carriages, except that the carriages are hollow. There are artists in the carriages playing or playing various instruments in their hands to perform on the ship. The actors' music can also be heard clearly by the audience on both sides of Suzaku Street.
These artists are also dressed in traditional costumes, and the dry ice smoke is constantly sprayed from the outside of the carriage, making the entire Suzaku Street look full of fairyland.
Various forms of lanterns on both sides shine brightly on the elevated shelves, making it look as if the street trees on both sides are shining.
In the middle of each ship, there are various traditional sacrificial performances.
There are those who walk on stilts, those who pretend to be ghosts, those who stick kitchen knives and bricks on their heads, and those who dance with dragons... and so on.
This was the most grand parade in the Tang Dynasty that lasted for thousands of years.
Many foreigners who came to Datang for the first time opened their mouths in surprise and froze in place, not knowing how to express what they saw in front of them.
Yang Junyu also watched the live broadcast here while patrolling, and couldn't help but said: "Sure enough, this is the taste of the Tang Dynasty!"
At this time, Wei Jie's voice suddenly sounded in the earphones: "Hey, great poet, don't you show your hand in today's scene?"
"That's right!" Mei Jianshi's voice also sounded, "You are layman Qinglian! You must show your skills!"
"Now people on the Internet have begun to write this year's Shangyuan poems. Let's write one!" Hao Wenhong also followed suit.
Everyone else also said that they should play a song on this day, but Qu Jianbin remained silent.
Turning his head to look, Anman also happened to turn his head to look at him.
Although the expression cannot be seen with the mask on, from the feeling, it seems that he is also looking forward to it.
At this time, with a sharp whistle of "Boom--", various fireworks burst into the sky, triggering another burst of cheers on Suzaku Street.
Yang Junyu thought for a while: "Okay, I don't have any inspiration for poetry at the moment. But didn't Emperor Shengzong leave half of the poems? In the past thousand years, many people have tried to complete it. How about I fill it in this time? Try it?"
