The two carriages drove into General Tiance's Mansion and were dropped into a clear lake like two pebbles.
After a moment of water ripples, the two stones were no longer visible on the lake. No one knew where they would eventually arrive.
As the prince, Li Jiancheng could not fail to take precautions against his biggest enemy Li Shimin.
But even if someone uploaded the news that Cheng Yaojin and Luo Shixin entered the palace at night, Li Jiancheng was just slightly startled during the banquet, and then smiled and put the matter behind him.
Today, the form of the court has become extremely clear.
He couldn't see or imagine that his brother had any chance of making a comeback.
In this case, being too cautious will only make you suspicious and paralyzed, which is not a good thing.
In this way, a peaceful night passed, and then came another warm and quiet day. This seemed to be a clear proof of Li Jiancheng's open-mindedness. How could there be so many desperate counterattacks in the world?
Compared with people's hearts, this winter in Chang'an is not really cold.
In this kind of weather, what the laid-back Chang'an people like to do most is to walk in the streets in twos and threes, or buy the special New Year goods, or comment on whose red couplets are more interesting.
In comparison, the undercurrent surging beneath all this is really not well known to outsiders.
Spring couplets, as something passed down from the Xiao family, have become popular throughout Chang'an.
And its content has undergone countless changes in the hands of many smart literati.
No longer stick to the sentence that was originally hung beside Xiao Han's door: New Year's greetings, the festival number is Changchun.
In the cloth shops on both sides of the road, most of the couplets say that business is booming.
At the entrance of the hotel, there is a sign similar to "Safety in and out".
Even in medicine halls, most shopkeepers will hang a beautiful sentence on the door: I hope that people in the world are not sick, why bother to hang up the medicine to make dust.
Walking among them, Xiao Han was used to seeing the words hanging on the grand doors of hospitals in later generations: Money is rolling in.
Looking at this simple medicine hall now, I can't help but feel a little more emotional.
Now he is in a state of peace and quiet.
Because Er Zhuhuan has been delivered, what happens next probably has nothing to do with him.
Li Shimin trusted Xiao Han very much, but for such an extremely complicated plan, he decisively put aside personal factors and let Du Yan, an experienced and resourceful person, handle it.
As for Xiao Han, he himself did not want to get involved anymore. Seeing that Du Yan was a little wary of him, as if he was worried that he would steal the credit, he simply went out alone.
He was prepared to think nothing, do nothing, and just watch quietly to see how far this matter would brew in the end.
After coming out of Prince Qin's Mansion and walking aimlessly on Chang'an Street, Xiao Han arrived at the nearby Dongshi without knowing it.
The East Market at this time is probably one of the busiest times of the year. Countless people are crowded here who are preparing to give gifts or prepare to deal with gifts from home.
I wonder if some of them would be a little embarrassed when they see that the things they just gave away have returned to the market in the blink of an eye.
In the East Market, in an inconspicuous teahouse.
The part-time waiter is busy taking care of the customers, and the pretty lady boss is like a butterfly, shuttling between several old tables, making many people's eyes turn around, wishing they could stick to it. On the exquisite curves.
"Lady boss! Let's quench our thirst with a pot of tea!" Another voice came from the door.
"Haha, sir, the shop is full now, could you please wait a moment." The shopkeeper agreed first habitually, and then helped the table of guests fill up their teas before looking up.
At the door, a familiar face that he hadn't seen for a long time was standing there with a smirk on his face.
Seeing this face, the shopkeeper was stunned for a moment. After making sure that he was not dazzled, he apologized to the customer and greeted him with a smile.
"When did you come back?" He wiped his hands with a white towel, and a strange look flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes.
Xiao Han leaned against the door frame, basking in the sun, and shrugged: "I just came back, you can't stay out during the Chinese New Year, right? I see your business is doing well lately?"
The shopkeeper glanced back at the store, then turned around with a smile: "Haha, that's okay, why don't you go sit upstairs?"
"Forget it, I'll just walk around. If there's nothing else to do, you go ahead and do your work." Xiao Han cupped his hands, and when he saw the proprietress of the store looking over, he smiled awkwardly, then turned around and left.
"Hey, when did he come back? Has he finished that matter?"
When Xiao Han blended into the crowd outside, the proprietress happened to come to the door. Looking at the bustling world outside the door, she asked her man a little strangely.
The shopkeeper squinted his eyes for a while and finally shook his head: "Who knows, but it seems like something is wrong with him today?"
"What's wrong?" The landlady became interested and asked after him.
The shopkeeper thought for a while and sighed: "I can't tell, but it's a little different anyway."
After that, he looked above his head again. In the northern sky, a few gloomy clouds were slowly being blown over by the wind.
"Is the sky going to change?"
"The sky is going to change!"
The sky cannot always be clear, and similarly, life cannot be smooth sailing.
In this winter, many people are looking forward to the next year, but after all, it is the very few people who know whether the year will be good or bad.
Before the sky darkened, Xiao Han wandered around Chang'an for a long time as if unintentionally. It wasn't until the north wind gradually picked up that he took a carriage and left the majestic city gate of Chang'an.
Everything that followed seemed to be proceeding step by step.
It's sunny and snowy, but it still can't stop people's inherent pace.
Those who should give gifts are still giving gifts, and those who should be having fun are still having fun.
As for the so-called sky change, the sky did indeed change, with snowflakes flying in the sky, but this change only lasted for a short period of time. When the sun came out again, everything was as usual.
In this peaceful day, time passes day by day.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the last day of this year has passed, and when the first ray of dawn lights up in the morning, the new year has quietly arrived.
On this day, as usual, the Emperor presided over the Yuan Day Ceremony.
(I’ve been stupid in writing lately, and I spend a lot of time writing, deleting, and repeating several times.
Later, after learning from the pain, I decided to push forward the plot as soon as possible.
These two million words gave Xiao Han enough time to settle down, and he also participated in many major changes. When the final change came, he should stand in front of the stage and personally do more for the Tang Dynasty in his dreams. What.
After all, the Tang Dynasty is the Tang Dynasty in Xiao Han’s dream, and it is also the prosperous Tang Dynasty in Coke and everyone’s dreams)
