Let’s talk about the Tang Dynasty.
In the first month of 627, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty ordered the country to be renamed Zhenguan.
Sun Wuji, the chief secretary of the Ministry of Personnel, and others were ordered to reconsider the order with the bachelors, judges and others.
The corporal punishment was abolished, and the hanging was relaxed to 50 to cut off the toes. Taizong still thought that this corporal punishment was too cruel. At the request of Pei Hongxian, the king of Shu, Facao joined the army, and then changed it to the military service. He moved three thousand miles and lived there for three years, and he followed it.
Luo Yi rebelled, and Emperor Taizong ordered Sun Wuji, the chief minister of the Ministry of Personnel, to be the commander-in-chief of the marching army to attack him.
When Zhao Cihao heard that the army was approaching, he secretly discussed with Yang Wei, the commander of the army, to plot against Luo Yi. Luo Yi found out and imprisoned Cihao.
Yang Ji knew something was wrong outside the city and led troops to attack Luo Yi. Luo Yi was defeated and left his wife and children behind, and fled to Turks overnight for his life.
He was killed by him on the way, and his head was sent to Chang'an.
Taizong merged the provinces and counties of the empire and divided the country into ten provinces for jurisdiction.
That is, Guannai Road, Henan Road, Hedong Road, Hebei Road, Shannan Road, Longyou Road, Huainan Road, Jiangnan Road, Jiannan Road, and Lingnan Road. The counties were abolished and turned into states, so each road governed several states.
In the early Tang Dynasty, the number of prefectures and counties increased greatly due to Emperor Gaozu, which caused many disadvantages, which were finally solved by Taizong.
At this time, Qin Xiangyu, who returned to the imperial city, had already summoned a group of craftsmen to start work.
In her words, she would not hire more craftsmen. She also thought that she could sit in the Hongchen Inn and entertain guests in the winter.
As usual, the old man invited helpers to come to the wine shop to help.
Spring is a good time for wine making.
Since he doesn't have to leave for the time being, he has to be the shopkeeper of the wine shop. Right now, like Li Xiuyuan, he also likes to chat with a few regular customers.
Listen to some legends about the imperial city and the rivers and lakes from different guests.
The apricot blossoms in the yard have not yet bloomed, and even the snow on the eaves has not melted much. Occasionally, a few drops of snow water hit the stone slabs, making a ticking sound.
After watching the craftsmen working for a while, Qin Xiangyu returned to No. 47 to find the old man making tea.
"Master, the Tang Dynasty has changed its name, and the flowers in the yard are blooming. I wonder if the shopkeeper is awake?"
Thinking that Li Xiuyuan still hadn't woken up when the master and apprentice came down the mountain, she couldn't help but become a little anxious, wondering if she could survive without eating or drinking for so many days?
The old man thought for a while and replied: "He is thinking about the tea trees behind the house and the apricot flowers on the mountain. He will naturally come back."
"When he comes back, I have to ask him carefully."
Qin Xiangyu sighed and asked in a blink of an eye: "I wonder if the young senior sister will come to the imperial city. There will be more excitement if there is one more person."
The old man couldn't help but smile as he thought about Juier sitting in the yard playing the piano every day.
He smiled and said, "It's not up to her. She has to wait for her father to arrange the trip."
Regarding Juier's future, the old man wanted to see what happened.
I just don’t know if he was still in the Tang Dynasty at that time. After all, everything must be arranged by the old Taoist priest.
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In the wind, flowers, snow and moon, there is a roar.
Watching a lamp and brewing a pot of tea, Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into Po Meng, stared blankly at the rare moon snow in the sky on the Wangchuan Bridge.
When she and Princess Silver Moon entered reincarnation, hundreds of years of wind and rain also blew on this bridge.
Thinking about it now, if Li Wuxin hadn't turned into Qingluan at that time, I don't know if he could have survived those hundred years alone.
In the blink of an eye, after half a month of wind blowing on the bridge, I never met the same monk again who had crossed the bridge three times.
Perhaps, the monks in this life really will not be reincarnated again.
Just like the Wangchuan Bridge in front of Teacher Fuzi, except that the monk is not the only interesting person in the world. He actually wants to hear the story Li Wuxin told back then.
The story about the naturally fragrant cardamom.
Since he can't meet any interesting guys, his mood has gradually calmed down these days.
I go up to the bridge every day at Hai hour and do my own thing quietly. Most of the time, I reach out to catch a snowflake, just like before, one, two, and three.
Turning these snowflakes into swords is like practicing cutting snow five thousand times a day on the Tianshan Mountains.
At the beginning, he couldn't chop the snowflakes in his hand to the same place with the same force.
The snowflakes are too thin, making it much more difficult to practice than swinging a five thousand sword.
Because of this, even Xiao Ling'er couldn't help but want to practice with him, until Li Xiuyuan told her that she must first turn Ruoshui Sword Intent from virtual to real, and practice it to the point of sword power.
Xiao Ling'er finally gave up the idea for the time being and said that she should wait a little longer.
Li Xiuyuan advised her that there was no need to be so anxious. Maybe when she awakened her past life memories, there would be a more powerful practice method than this.
Not to mention Long Potian, his sword intention is also a fire attribute, and he is destined to never be able to do this.
As a result, he could only focus all his future practice on Xiao Ling'er.
Po Meng, on the other hand, would play for a while from time to time, but her mind was not on practicing swords at the moment, nor could she master it in a day.
It was a snowy moonlit night, but no one was around the stove making tea.
Li Xiuyuan thought that if the little girl Juier didn't come home, she could talk to him.
She also didn't know whether the appearance of herself and the old man would have an impact on her future life.
As I thought about it, I couldn't help but be stunned.
At this moment, a lonely shadow slowly walked up the Wangchuan Bridge, walked up to Po Meng and asked, "Senior, please give me a bowl of water."
Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into Po Meng, raised his head, looked at the old man and replied: "Old man, this is above the Forgotten River. There is only soup. You have to drink this bowl of soup before you can cross the bridge and reincarnate."
The old man nodded, looked at the snowy moon in the sky, and sighed softly.
He said quietly: "That's fine, let those once beautiful and sad past go away with the water of the Forgotten River."
Po Meng was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "I'm thoughtful, would you like to sit down and have a glass of wine?"
It was rare to meet a person who talked interestingly, and Po Meng was moved.
It's a long night, and I have nothing to do. Taking advantage of the fact that there are few people crossing the bridge, I can chat.
The old man was stunned when he heard this. He obviously didn't expect that there was still alcohol on the Wangchuan Bridge.
At that moment, I couldn't help but murmured: "I'm empty-handed. I'm afraid I don't have any money for the drinks?"
Po Meng smiled faintly: "After entering reincarnation, everything will be empty. I am afraid that even if you have money, you can't buy this wine. Do you want to try it?"
The old man cupped his hands and replied, "Thank you so much for your kindness, senior."
Po Meng dragged a chair to the table, added two cups of spiritual wine to the cup, and added a few charcoal to the burning brazier.
He picked up a glass and said with a smile: "There is wine, meat and stories. This is the saying in the world of mortals."
The old man with a look of vicissitudes of life picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, and said quietly: "No wonder people say that this wine can only be found in the sky, and it is rare for people to taste it."
Po Meng smiled faintly: "Compared with wine, I would rather listen to you tell me stories about the world."
The old man laughed and took another sip of wine: "It's worth it to live to my age after drinking this kind of wine... I wonder what kind of story, senior, would you like to hear?"
Po Meng smiled faintly: "As long as it's a human story, I like it."
In his opinion, since it is difficult to meet the monk who crossed Wangchuan Bridge three times back then, he might as well listen to other people's stories.
The joys and sorrows in the world are just a spectacle in his eyes.
The old man nodded and drank the spirit wine in the glass in one gulp. Li Xiuyuan filled another glass for him, pointed at the snowy moon in the sky and said, "Don't worry, it's still early."
The old man was filled with emotion, thought for a moment and said, "Everyone in the world says that they admire the wise when they see them, so I will tell you a story about Buddha and Buddhism for my seniors."
There is a story passed down in our hometown. It is said that a young man named Meng Han lived in the capital with his good friend Xiang Xiaoer.
In addition to visiting brothels, the two also like to go to temples to offer incense and worship Buddha.
As a result, their companions laughed at them for practicing Taoism but not cultivating their moral character, which was equivalent to practicing in vain.
That day, the two of them came to a temple by chance. They saw that the Buddhist hall here was not as majestic and solemn as they had seen before, and even the Zen room was not very spacious.
The two stood in front of the temple in a daze, and found that only an old monk who traveled around lived in it.
When the old monk who was chanting sutras in the hall saw the guests coming, he straightened his hands and clasped his hands and said, "I don't know what the purpose of the two young masters is here? Is it to offer incense or to play?"
Meng Han cupped his hands and replied: "It's not only to offer incense, but also to play."
So the old monk took the two of them to offer incense and kowtow in front of the Buddha, and offered some sesame oil money to the waiter.
After the old monk recited a few verses, he took the two of them around the temple.
The two followed the old monk to a large hall. They saw portraits of different Buddhas painted on the dome. The murals on the walls on both sides of the hall were very exquisite, and the characters on them were lifelike.
On the east wall of the main hall are painted countless goddesses scattering flowers, which look just like real people.
Among these heavenly girls, there was a girl with hanging hair, holding flowers in her hands and smiling, her small cherry mouth opened as if she wanted to talk to two people, and her eyes seemed to come alive at this moment.
Xiang Xiaoer stared blankly at the goddess Bi and looked at it again and again. He felt like his mind was wandering for nine days under the palm of his hand, and his whole body was gradually immersed in it.
He couldn't put it down because he couldn't put it down with the girl in front of him, so he whispered...
Before he could say hello to Meng Han, he suddenly felt like a cloud flying into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in the mural.
But when I saw the great halls, pavilions, bridges, flowing water, white clouds, birds, and the fragrance of flowers all around, it was so beautiful that it was unlike any scene in the human world.
Along the way, we wandered around mountains and rivers, folded flowers and played with willows, and came to a Buddhist altar.
But I saw an old monk sitting on the Buddhist altar and preaching to everyone. There were many monks sitting down around the Buddhist altar, lowering their heads and listening to the old monk's sermon.
On a whim, Xiang Xiaoer also sat down behind the monks, wanting to listen to the old monk's sermon.
The old monk's sermon was so wonderful that even Xiang Er, a person who didn't understand Buddhism, was fascinated by it and secretly marveled in his heart.
But at this moment, someone behind him gently tugged on his shirt.
When Xiang Er looked back, he saw that it was the girl with draped hair that he had been obsessed with before. She looked at him and smiled softly, then turned around and walked away holding the silk scarf.
Xiang Xiaoer felt inspired and quietly got up and left the monks to follow the girl. The two of them walked around countless terraces and gardens. Finally, the girl ducked into a pavilion.
Xiang Xiaoer was startled. He stared at the pavilion and stopped, not daring to go any further for a while.
Unexpectedly, the girl came out of the pavilion again, turned around, waved the silk scarf in her hand, greeted the fool-like guy from a distance, and then Xiang Xiaoer walked quickly into the pavilion.
The two of them entered the pavilion and found that there was no one around. Seeing the beauty in front of them, Xiang Er was so bold that he stretched out his hand to hug the girl.
Unexpectedly, the girl wanted to refuse but still welcomed him. After a while, she and Xiang Xiaoer became intimate.
In the sky and on the earth, in the clouds and fog, Xiang Xiaoer only felt that the gods at the moment were not as good as this moment...
The rooster crows three times, and the girl falls asleep to the waiter and leaves quietly.
The two of them had fun night after night, leaving Xiang Xiaoer obsessed with the girl. Unexpectedly, the good times did not last long, and a group of sisters discovered the two of them and found Xiang Xiaoer hiding in the pavilion.
One of the sisters even pulled the girl and said with a smile: "Tell me honestly, how long have you been having fun together? It's been a few months since you've had the baby in your belly, and you should take care of your long hair."
All of a sudden, a group of sisters all put hairpins and earrings on their heads and combed the girl's black hair into a feminine style. The girl was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak.
