"Tang boy, what is this?" Cheng Zhijie asked, pointing to the fountain in front.
"Water dance light show." Tang Ping introduced.
"Can you get one for my family?" Cheng Zhijie then asked Tang Ping if he could.
This old guy really wants to move any good things he sees into his home.
Tang Ping thought for a moment and said, "I can help you buy a water pump for the fountain. For the rest, you have to let your craftsmen study it on their own."
Cheng Zhijie nodded with satisfaction. As soon as he came in and saw this water dance light show, he fell in love with it and wanted to have a certain style in his home.
At this time, several young men in Tang suits ran past them quickly, shouting as they ran.
"Hurry up, the performance of the Zhenguan Reign is about to begin."
Li Shimin asked curiously: "What did they say?"
Tang Ping pointed to the front and said: "There will be a performance there every night from 7:20 to 7:30, which is called the Reign of Zhenguan."
"Let's go, let's go see this!"
I heard that there is still this show, how could they let it go?
Although he was a bit older, his strength was not comparable to that of today's crispy college students, and he was easily squeezed into the front row by a few of them.
A puff of mist bursts out, followed by intense drumbeats.
Then a group of actors wearing Tang Dynasty costumes began to walk out one after another.
Li Shimin held back his laughter and looked at the actor in bright yellow clothes and asked Tang Ping in a low voice: "He is playing me, right?"
Tang Ping nodded, it seemed quite funny.
If Li Shimin hadn't been around, the other Cheng Zhijie people would have burst out laughing. At this time, they could only hold it in as much as they could, their whole bodies were trembling slightly.
After Li Shimin on the stage finished speaking, there was a performance by five soldiers wearing armor and holding spears.
Although in Li Shimin's opinion, the movements of these actors holding spears were not so standard and were a bit soft, but listening to the cheers coming from his ears, he knew that these were all for the man named Zhenguan in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Then I heard Li Shimin on the stage talking to the people around him.
The general idea was to praise Duke Wei for helping him govern the Tang Dynasty, and then the actor playing Fang Xuanling started to dance.
Cheng Zhijie said somewhat sourly: "Lao Fang, why did I mention you instead of us?"
Fang Xuanling said with a look on his face: "I didn't make this up. Who do you want me to ask?"
Cheng Zhijie pursed his lips and said, "You're a good dancer. How about you come to my house and dance when you get back?"
"roll!"
At the end of the performance, the actor who played Li Shimin came down and said loudly: "I will work hard to govern, obey the laws of heaven, and obey the will of the people. I pray that the people of the Tang Dynasty will be blessed, peaceful forever, peace in the world, and harmony in the world!"
"good!"
"well said!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jing, Cheng Zhijie and others all clapped and cheered.
Although time and space are somewhat different, the goals they strive for are not different.
In their time and space, they even did better than this Zhenguan rule.
Li Shimin also nodded with satisfaction and said: "When we go back, ask the "Da Le Department" and "Advocacy Department" to take pictures similar to this. We have to let future people know what efforts we have made."
The "Da Le Department" and the "Advocacy Department" are both organizations within Taichang Temple, mainly responsible for music business.
At this time, several college students passed by and asked curiously: "Which store did you buy the clothes for this tour group? Is there a link?"
Tang Ping said with a smile: "These clothes are all made by people in their family, there is no link."
"Did you do it yourself?" Several people obviously didn't believe it, and they pursed their lips and said, "Forget it if you don't tell me."
Li Shimin asked with a smile: "Do young people today like to wear clothes from the Tang Dynasty so much?"
Tang Ping thought for a while and nodded and said: "In recent years, more and more young people have begun to like Hanfu, especially those who come to places like this."
"Come on, let's continue shopping and see if there's anything else interesting."
Li Shimin said enthusiastically.
Although this place is called the Sleepless City of the Tang Dynasty, it is completely different from their Tang Dynasty.
Others felt the same way, and they all followed Tang Ping and continued walking forward.
"Does that store sell masks?" Yu Chigong asked, looking at a store on the roadside.
Tang Ping looked at it and nodded and said, "Well, they are selling masks, and the masks are made based on you. Do you want to go and see them?"
Needless to say, as soon as he finished speaking, everyone else walked over, and Tang Ping quickly followed.
The salesperson inside was very happy when he saw this kind of tour group, because as long as one person buys this kind of tour group, most others will also buy it.
And looking at the clothes of everyone in this group, they are all very exquisite. It would cost thousands or even tens of thousands to buy this kind of Hanfu, so they must all be rich people.
"Look, we have all handmade masks here, and they are all modeled after celebrities from the Tang Dynasty."
"Bring my... Yuchi to me respectfully."
The salesperson pointed out: "The customer is right next to you."
Then Yuchi Gong looked at the mask with a dark face, and his face became even darker.
Everyone calls him Yuchi Heitan, but in fact his skin is that kind of bronze, not this kind of black.
This somewhat Peking Opera-like mask was so exaggerated that it made everyone else laugh.
Cheng Zhijie even held Yu Chigong's shoulders and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.
"Hei...hei charcoal, this...resemblance really looks like it."
The salesperson didn't know what these people were laughing at, so she could only smile awkwardly.
Tang Ping was speechless and waved his hand to call him over.
"You're a tour guide, right?" The salesperson asked in a low voice, "Don't worry, just leave a WeChat message and I'll call you on WeChat to rebate you later."
"What?" Tang Ping rolled his eyes at him: "How much does each mask cost? Give them ten for each person, and you will deduct the rebate."
The salesperson didn't expect that this was a big customer, so he pressed the calculator with a smile and handed it to Tang Ping.
Tang Ping also paid the money readily, and then said: "Everyone can take whatever they like. I paid ten for each of you. If it's not enough, I will make up for it."
"Hahaha, Tang Xiaozi is still happy."
"He is the landlord here. If he doesn't give money, who will? Besides, if we have one here, it counts, but... Brother Li may not have as much money as him."
Several people were laughing and choosing some masks from inside.
Well, they didn’t take their own, but took other people’s.
For example, Cheng Zhijie took several of Yuchi Gong's and showed them to his family when he returned home. He was very happy to think about Yuchi Heitan's image in modern times.
