In Chang'an, the city closest to the imperial palace is populated by high-ranking officials. Among this city, there is a very special mansion.
The special thing is not how large the area is or how luxurious the mansion is, but that it is a single-family house.
Outside the courtyard walls of this mansion are wide streets.
The character "Luo" hangs high on the main entrance of the mansion.
Once, the Luo family from Zhaocheng came to Chang'an and lived in the Yinghou Mansion, Dong'ahou Mansion or Wushuanghou Mansion. In the end, the Luo family chose an unchanged residence.
There were not many people in the mansion on weekdays, but after the emperor issued an order to all the princes to come to Beijing, Duke Zhao sent a huge mission.
Luo Bai, Luo Qing, Wang Wenjun, etc., as well as hundreds of people accompanying them, plus guards, arrived in Chang'an in such a mighty manner that even this mansion could not accommodate them.
"What do you think of Chang'an, madam?"
Luo Bai looked at Wang Wenjun who was admiring the plum blossoms and asked with a smile. Luo Qing and others also looked at him.
Wang Wenjun was still dressed in single clothes, and the cuffs of his sleeves slipped down to his elbows when he raised his hands, revealing a bright wrist that looked like frost and snow. The beautiful woman stood under the plum tree, and the girl's beauty was even more beautiful than the spots of snow-capped plums.
Hearing Luo Bai's question, she pondered slightly, opened her red lips slightly, and said lightly with her white teeth: "The prosperity of Chang'an is beyond the reach of other counties, and it is especially three points better than Luoyang.
But I still prefer Zhaocheng. There is a dim holy light at night and dawn, and the silence in Luo Palace is reassuring.
This prosperous place is probably not suitable for me. Once I came here, I saw the world and realized what I was thinking. "
Luo Qing sighed and said: "I lived in Zhaocheng when I was young. It was the happiest time in my life, and I have been living in Chang'an ever since.
well.
I am afraid that I will die in Chang'an in this life, and I will be able to return to Zhaocheng after my death. "
As soon as Luo Qing said these words, someone immediately smiled bitterly. It was Luo Lan, the Peerless Marquis of the Western Regions. He smiled bitterly and said: "My brother is still lamenting when he lives in Chang'an, but wouldn't it be even more miserable for me in the Western Regions, thousands of miles away from Zhaocheng?
Chang'an is at least stronger than the Western Regions. If King Su's temple had not been established in the Western Regions, even the family members might not have been able to hold on.
Fortunately, there is a temple army that can replace the dare warriors, otherwise the dare warriors have been guarding the Western Region for decades, and the affairs involved have been complicated, which would have given my uncle a headache. "
Wang Wenjun didn't expect that his words would bring up the sadness of his two brothers, and several grown men would sigh in the garden.
Seeing this, Luo Bai walked up to Wang Wenjun, broke off a plum blossom and inserted it into her temples. Looking at her face that looked like a twenty-year-old girl, he sighed slightly: "Madam, an ageless person like you should live in Zhaocheng." Among them, it is enough to leave a legend for future generations.
There is a record of you in Tai Shigong's "Biographies of Strange Women". Your journey in Chang'an is just like the ancestor Xizi in the Book of Songs, leaving many traces in this world.
At that time, everyone in the world knew that my husband's poems were true. "
Everyone in the world will soon know.
The edict ordering the princes from all over the world to come to Beijing was issued in the autumn of the eleventh year of Lingjue. By the beginning of the spring of the twelfth year of Lingjue's reign, even the furthest and slowest princes had arrived.
All the princes from the world have arrived, and the ceremony is about to begin.
This ceremony is not a ceremony to celebrate the prince and his daughter. Although the princes came to the capital because the prince was born, because the princes came to Chang'an at different times, Huo Guang ordered the princes who arrived first to go to the palace to congratulate him, which actually skipped this celebration.
From the autumn of Lingjue's eleventh year to the spring of Lingjue's twelfth year, for such a long time, the Empress Dowager had been summoning girls from various families except the Luo family to enter the palace, hoping to select a queen with both good looks and good looks for the emperor. .
Although the winner has not yet been announced, preparations have begun for the ceremony to crown the queen, and everyone knows that one must be chosen.
Just in time for the New Year!
The emperor ordered the princes to enter the palace. Although spring has gradually begun, the cold of early spring is still over, the wind is still biting in Chang'an, and the last thin snowflakes of early spring have fallen.
The nobles wore thick brocade clothes and entered the palace. Among them, Wang Wenjun was very eye-catching.
From the moment she stepped off the Luo family's carriage, she instantly attracted the attention of everyone. Both men and women were shocked by her beauty.
Big men prefer red, and black, red, and red and white are classic colors for all kinds of clothes.
On the occasion of the New Year, the princes and princes all wore red brocade clothes. Wang Wenjun wore a skirt mainly in vermilion, which is a common outfit for aristocratic women. Dots of snow-white fell on her hairpins and shoulders. The cold wind blew, and the thin skirt It swayed, as if snowflakes were dancing.
"Are they Wang Wenjun and Wang Mingjun, the wives of Prince Bai in Tai Shigong's "Biographies of Strange Women"?
It is said that when people die, history emerges. Taishigong was unable to pass away like this strange woman, so he made history books appear. He must have wanted to prove that the history books he wrote were all accurate records. "
"She is really the most beautiful woman in the country, and all the women in the world will be eclipsed in front of her."
"What Tai Shigong wrote is actually true. I really don't know what kind of scenery the Jinghong Dancing on the Snow must be like."
"I wish I was born in the Luo family."
A good woman from an official family curiously asked her mother, "Mom, this lady was born in the reign of Emperor Ru, and she is not young. How come she is still like a girl, even younger than my daughter?"
Her mother then whispered: "This lady is not an ordinary mortal. She has the power of beauty and immortality. She is a kind of heavenly daughter like Xizi of the ancient Zhou Dynasty."
Xizi.
Beauty is synonymous with beauty among the Xia Dynasty. When praising any beauty, there will be words such as "looking like a Western child" or "comparable to a Western child", but these are just flattery.
When a woman who was truly as good as Xizi appeared, the impact on these aristocratic women who usually relied on their beauty was too great.
Especially the beauty who never ages!
If they can get this blessing, they are willing to pay any price.
The men were okay, after all, the tracks between men and women were different, but a feeling of envy, jealousy and hatred towards Gongzi Bai arose spontaneously.
What a man wants is nothing but glory, wealth, and beauty, and any good thing will be given to you!
Isn't it better to be reincarnated?
Everyone in the Luo family felt the gazes of everyone, and of course they knew what they and they were thinking, and they had long been used to it.
Especially Wang Wenjun, she was born like this. She had long been trained in the Luo family to have a big heart that was not moved by external things. After getting off the carriage, she followed Luo Bai directly, facing the falling snowflakes into the palace. And go.
As the snowflakes gradually fell, the palace was covered with a layer of white and covered with silver. A large group of people in red brocade clothes were walking in the middle. Looking down from the sky, it looked like balls of flames born in the ice and snow. Average.
Entering the palace, Gong'e guided Luo Bai to one of the top positions. The first position in the middle of the palace was naturally the position of the emperor and the empress dowager.
The first person on the left of His Highness is the First Assistant Sima General Huo Guang, the first person on the right is the Assistant Prime Minister, and Luo Bai is the second person on the left. He is here on behalf of Duke Zhao. As a foreign duchy, his status is lower than that of the Prime Minister.
Luo Bai sat down, and Wang Wenjun, as his head wife, sat on his right hand side by side. The cups and dishes in front of them were exactly the same, reflecting the custom of a man and his wife being one body, with the husband being slightly taller but having equal status.
As the princes and ministers sat down one after another, there were too many people in the palace. All the ministers from the central court of the Han Dynasty and the prefectures and counties with real power of more than two thousand shi were here.
No one had seen such a grand gathering even when Emperor Xiaoxuan passed away and offered condolences. After all, the condolences came in batches, and the princes who were farthest away did not even come, but only sent documents.
This time is different!
The emperor was still a little confused, but Huo Guang paid more attention to it than ever before. If the audience for the great cause he wanted to do was too small, he would feel too regretful, so even the King of East Dayuan and the King of Lingnan were thousands or even thousands of miles away from Chang'an. The princes and kings from other feudal vassals who were far away were all rushing over.
When Huo Guang accompanied the empress dowager and the emperor, all the officials in the palace chanted in unison: "The spirit of King Su is in the sky, protecting the emperor of the Xia Dynasty. May you be safe and blessed, and may you have all your souls and all your light!"
Guo Zuo, who protects the great Han Dynasty, for thousands of years! "
(End of chapter)
