"If your back hurts, why don't you go to your boudoir and let me knock it for you?"
"Let's talk about it later."
"This slave is really a pure and innocent man. If Mr. Lang doesn't believe it..."
"Ahem, let's wait for a while. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
"Your companions are all drunk and have nothing to do. Why don't you go sit with me?"
"Hey, don't be impatient. Let me cultivate for a while."
"..."
"It's getting late, little lady, go and rest first. It's the Lantern Festival at dawn, so you should recharge your batteries."
Qian Rui's delicate body hung on Lu Li's body, but no matter how she exhaled like blue and expressed affection with her eyes, the honest Lu Li could only say:
You are a beautiful woman, but I have a sore waist and backache and am really unable to do what I want. Let’s talk about it later.
In the end, Miss Qian Rui reluctantly left, looking back three times with a look in her eyes filled with resentment.
In response, Lu Li smiled apologetically.
Unmanned, sorry?
Suffering from a hidden disease that makes you inhumane?
Qian Rui, who boasted of having countless readers, was so entangled for the first time, but she firmly believed that Lu Li would not look down on prostitutes.
After the beauty left, Li Bai, who was stumbling, and Chao Heng, who was arm-in-arm with Wang Wei, changed their drunken states and looked at Lu Li, as if asking: Little brother, what's the matter with you?
Only Supervisor He, who is indeed very old, drank a round of wine in Xuanyangfang in the afternoon, and drank half a bucket of wine later in the day. After leaving the scene of the murder, he drank one glass after another of Jiannan Shaochun and Xinfeng fine wine. , chanting in his mouth: Zhao Zhao has the Tang Dynasty, and God has given it to all nations.
Obviously he is worried about state affairs.
"It's getting late, please step back and have a rest."
At this time, Lu Li waved his hand to signal the prostitutes and dancers to leave. Listening to music and reciting poems was fun, but a little freedom was good.
After working hard for half a night, the ladies were really exhausted. When they saw their benefactor beckoning them to leave, they were all relieved. After crossing their hands and saluting, they retreated.
The sound of the bead curtain colliding gradually disappeared.
In the room, the four men who were still awake looked at each other silently.
"drink?"
"Um."
"Come."
Huang Liuniang was afraid that Lu Li wouldn't be able to feel her warm hospitality, so she probably moved the wine cellar here, and the eldest of the Eight Immortals drank herself to death, and was lying next to her gibbering.
At present, there is only one Li Bai, who is said to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and is still trying his best to protect the reputation of the Eight Immortals in Drinking.
However, Lu Li had secretly made up his mind that before dawn, he must get the other three drunk and compose poems. His skills were not as good as others, but he was really good at drinking!
After all, he is a military general who has been on the battlefield, so he is still afraid of three literati?
"Come on, let's get drunk today if we have wine."
The sound of clinking glasses sounded again.
Yingzhou Fushui and Yicheng Jiuniang are both sakes, and the alcohol content is really not high, so Lu Li suggested drinking Qidilu wine, which is sorghum wine and has one characteristic: it has great staying power.
Wine jugs, glass cups, wine bottles, altars, buckets, the capacity is getting bigger and bigger...
At this point, it is not only the liver function that is tested, but also the stomach capacity.
The first person to fall down was Chao Heng. This international friend was not as good at drinking as Mr. He, but he was self-aware and had not drank much before.
Now there was no way to avoid it, and he showed his true colors, holding the wine vat and singing loudly.
Although Lu Li didn't understand what it meant specifically, he could conclude that this wanderer who had been in Tang for more than 20 years was homesick.
Not long after, Wang Wei was too drunk. He found a corner and huddled, his eyes closed tightly, acting like a quiet handsome man.
Only Li Bai was getting drunk the more he drank, chanting poems and drinking at the same time. If his face hadn't turned redder and redder, Lu Li doubted whether he would be able to get him drunk before dawn.
"Brother Taibai, don't just drink Lu wine, mix some dry wine and wine into it, it will taste better."
"Come on, drink!"
Hearing this, Lu Li took the lead and drank the mixed wine in one gulp, looking at Li Bai with a smile like a normal person.
Time passes slowly.
The fourth update is at one o'clock, the fourth update is at two o'clock...the fifth update is at one o'clock, the fifth update is at two o'clock...
In the end, Li Bai, the Immortal of Wine, fell down before dawn and was defeated by the mixed wine.
After Lu Li went to the toilet, he stood alone at the window sill, staring at the north.
The first day in the prosperous Tang Dynasty passed. I was busy and free, and the scenery I saw was also very novel.
The rumble of dawn calls for the sun to turn, and the rumble of dusk calls for the moon to rise.
Lu Li had already experienced the latter one yesterday. Seven quarters before sunset, the gongs were struck three hundred times, and the shops in the East Market were closed and customers went home. At dusk, the street drums were divided into five waves, totaling eight hundred times, and the last drum sounded. Ringing, night has just fallen.
Next, he will see the most spectacular sight in Chang'an - the bells and drums announcing the dawn throughout the city.
"The view here is not good, please find another place."
With a whisper, Lu Li jumped out of the window, leaped in three or four directions, and jumped directly to the attic where Lady Mingyue committed suicide.
A man of great skill is bold.
No matter what kind of evil spirits are there, as long as they dare to show their faces, they will do it directly.
This is the confidence developed over several worlds.
Boom!
Suddenly, the first dawn drum sounded, and Lu Li jumped to another higher attic, looking north at the main entrance of Tai Chi Palace——
Chengtian.
Due to the barrier of the imperial city, he could not see the scene in the Forbidden Palace, but after a while, Hanguang, Zhuque, and Anshang Sanmen, who were across the cross street from Pingkangfang, all had strong men quickly climbed up the tower and began to struggle Beat the drum.
The Forbidden Palace and the Imperial City advance in sequence.
The sound of drums is rhythmic and uniform.
Then, the drum towers on the north-south streets began to follow. From the inside out, from north to south, the drums sounded one after another, one after another, higher and higher, as if urging the sun to rise quickly, and at the same time reminding Chang'an. Residents, don’t sleep in.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Feel free and contented between heaven and earth.
The ancient ancestors were so simple.
Just as Lu Li was immersed in this strange atmosphere and couldn't extricate himself, the bells rang in his ears, and the monks of Baotang Temple began to ring the morning bell. In fact, not only this one, but nearly two hundred temples in Chang'an City, large and small, all ring their bells on time.
The sound of the drums was passionate and enthusiastic, and the sound of the bells was deep and distant. The two were intertwined, and Chang'an woke up.
The palace gates, the imperial city gates, and the gates of each square were opened in sequence to welcome the rising sun that burst out from the eastern sky.
The drum beats are not continuous, but are divided into four waves, totaling 3,000 beats. Usually, the bedridden person always waits until the fifth drum beats to end before getting up, tidying up his tired face, and wandering out to buy Hu cakes and steamed soup until he is full. After drinking enough, he threw down his meal money, burped loudly, and started busy with his work.
But today is different. The Shangyuan Festival has officially begun. For three consecutive days and three nights, there is no curfew or Jinwu Guard. You can come and go freely in Chang'an 108 Square and watch lanterns at will, including the imperial palace.
As soon as they heard the sound of drums, the children with their hair tied in their hair rushed out of their homes first. They couldn't wait for the night market, which only opened once a year, and now they were going to have fun together. They were even happier than during the Chinese New Year.
From now on, lanterns, elephants, rhinos, hundreds of operas, and other popular entertainment activities on the market have been staged.
From now on, regardless of whether they are high or low, princes, nobles, common people, Taoist monks, prostitutes and geishas, and women from good families can have fun on the streets, forget all unpleasantness, and enjoy the freedom and carnival brought by the festival.
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