Luoyang, the capital of gods, went to Chang'an, the capital.
The prosperity of Chang'an City is no less than that of Luoyang, and its extravagance is even greater. It is a place where the royal family, dignitaries and wealthy people enjoy their retirement. It is also the ideal city in the minds of countless poets.
"It's nice to drive west to Chang'an. The palaces and temples are scattered and half hidden by the clouds."
An Yan couldn't help but sigh.
These words made Wenren Jinping's eyes light up when he peeked his head out of the carriage, and he looked at his husband with a lustrous look in his eyes.
"Mr. An's poetic talents are still admirable." Shen Rongqi, who was standing beside him, also said with a smile.
Wenren Jingheng heard Shen Rong kneel and praise An Yan, and felt a little unhappy, so he said, "You haven't heard of the poem he wrote at my sister's poetry meeting before."
Wenren Jinping glared and said, "Jing Heng!"
Shen Rongxi asked curiously: "Oh, can you sing for me to have a look?"
An Yan couldn't remember what poems she had written before.
Wenren Jinping came to the rescue and said, "My husband must have forgotten."
Wenren Jingheng said unsympathetically: "It doesn't matter, I remember it, cough cough..."
After he finished speaking, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "Everyone suffers from the heat. I love the long summer..."
(The previous article has been rewritten, please read Chapter 9 of Volume 1 for details.)
There is nothing wrong with the first two sentences, and Shen Yongxi is also waiting for the next part.
After An Yan heard these two sentences, he thought for a moment and blurted out: "The wind is coming from the south, and the palace is slightly cool."
Wenren Jinping was stunned immediately, and Wenren Jingheng was also a little dumbfounded. The original text was not like this!
The last two sentences are clearly: The wind comes from the south and makes my heart feel cold!
Shen Rong knelt down to taste it carefully and chuckled, "It's indeed a good sentence."
Wenren Jingheng wanted to say something more, but when he saw his sister's unkind eyes from the corner of his eye, he immediately shuddered.
He gritted his teeth secretly as he watched An Yan humble herself there.
Let this guy pretend again!
An Yan asked the listener Jin Ping, "Did I write this poem?"
Wenren Jinping looked at his inquiring eyes, his mind moved slightly, and he smiled and said: "It was written by Yu Huanzhang. The original text is 'Everyone suffers from the heat, and I love the long summer. The wind comes from the south and makes my heart cool." ’, just now my husband only listened to the first two sentences, and then added the last two sentences, he must have improvised his feelings.”
Shen Rong put his knees together and covered his face with a chuckle: "The original text sounds more interesting."
An Yan nodded thoughtfully.
The carriage also drove slowly to the city gate. The city gate of Chang'an was not as grand and tall as Luoyang's. It was the size of the ancient city wall that Anyan recognized. However, there were two pillars standing on the north and south sides of Chang'an City that could be seen from a very distance away. There are huge stone pillars, each with a huge stone statue of a dragon carved on it.
There were soldiers checking under the city gate, there were many people coming and going, and there was constant noise.
"Wenren Jingheng!"
A loud shout brought back An Yan's thoughts. He followed the sound and saw two figures standing outside the city gate, one of whom was waving to them.
"Yu Huanting! Yu Huanqi!" Wenren Jingheng immediately turned over and dismounted with a face full of joy.
An Yan also got off the horse and opened the curtain of the carriage.
The two men were dressed in black and white. The colors were not bright, but one could tell that the materials were expensive.
The man in black has a square jaw, clear eyes, and slanting eyebrows. He has a youthful and high-spirited face, and his eyebrows are somewhat similar to Yu Jingtang.
The man in white is more gentle and elegant, with a gentle smile on his face, making him feel easy to get along with.
Wenren Jinping and Shen Rongxi got off the carriage, and they got together.
After the two people looked at An Yan and others, they first saluted An Yan: "Brother Yan!"
Then he raised his hand to Wenren Jinping and said, "Sister-in-law."
Wenren Jinping smiled and returned the favor.
The two of them looked at Shen Rong's knees again.
Wenren Jinping immediately introduced: "This is Shen Rong Xishen, a layman from Nanchuang."
The two young men suddenly looked surprised, and the young man in white said, "It turns out it's Mr. Shen! What a disrespect!"
Shen Rong kneeled down and said politely: "You two gentlemen, you're welcome."
The young man in white smiled warmly and said, "My name is Yu Huanqi, and this is Huanting. I already knew from the letter that Brother Yan and others were coming, so I'm waiting here."
An Yan said, "Thank you for your help, brothers."
Yu Huanqi said: "What did the family say? My brother also said it in the letter. If you neglect Brother Yan, you will have to beat me up when you go back."
Everyone smiled.
His brother is Yu Huanzhang, both of whom are Yu Wenjian’s sons.
Yu Huanting doesn't seem to like talking much, and his personality is very similar to that of his father.
"Let's go to the city first, and then we'll talk at home." Yu Huanting said.
"good."
Then a group of people slowly walked into Chang'an City.
Shen Rongxi said goodbye at this time: "I will not disturb your reunion. I will visit you another day."
Wenren Jinping was a little reluctant: "Sister Rong Xi, does she have a place to live in the city?"
Shen Rong smiled and said, "I have a good friend who also came to seek refuge with her this time."
Yu Huanqi said at this time: "Brother Yan lives in Xing'anfang in the north of the city."
Shen Rong nodded, then drove away with the maid.
The group of people also walked towards the north of the city.
Chang'an City has a square layout, which is the biggest difference from Luoyang. It is also divided into four areas: east, west, north and south.
The north of the city is the residence of the royal family and dignitaries. To the east and west of the city are wealthy merchants and ordinary people, with a mixture of three religions and nine streams.
As for the south of the city, it is poorer than elsewhere.
As the prime minister and the most powerful official of the current dynasty, Yu Jingtang naturally had family property in Chang'an.
The crowd was led by Yu Huanting and Yu Huanqi, and they entered an extremely lavish and luxurious mansion. Its size was similar to that of the Prime Minister's Mansion in Luoyang, and there were countless servants in the mansion. When they saw Yu Huanting, An Yan and others, they all expressed their respects. Kneel down and salute.
"This is what my father told me. This house is already in Brother Yan's name," Yu Huanting said.
An Yan couldn't help but feel a little flattered, this gift was too big.
Immediately he said with emotion: "Uncle, you are so kind."
Wenren Jinping asked: "Don't your two brothers live at home?"
Yu Huanqi smiled and said: "Huanting and I usually live in the academy. The academy is very strict. Recently, we took two days off before we came out. When there is a holiday, we can come and stay for a few days. Sister-in-law, don't dislike it then." That’s fine.”
Wenren Jinping chuckled and said, "What are you talking about? We are a family. By the way, I plan to let Jing Heng enter White Deer Academy. I wonder if I can become a disciple of Mr. Han?"
Han Gong was a great figure in the world of literature, named Han Wenzai. He was over sixty years old. He was known as "Jie Han" together with Jie Daoyuan, a high official in the court. The two were saint-like existences in the minds of the world's literati.
Yu Huanqi said: "It shouldn't be a big problem. Mr. Han will definitely sell Uncle Yu and Uncle Wenren's face."
"I have to trouble my two younger brothers to help look after Jing Heng in the future."
Wenren Jing Heng said displeasedly: "These words make me feel bad!"
Yu Huanting said: "You don't need my supervision. The rules of the academy are very strict, and Mr. Han treats his disciples and students very harshly."
Wenren Jingheng’s brows twitched.
Yu Huanqi smiled and said: "Let's not talk about this for now. Brother Yan, please rest here first. Tomorrow we can go out of the city to worship the mountain together."
"Worship the mountain?" Wenren Jingheng said in surprise.
"What's fun?"
Yu Huanqi explained: "You are here by chance. You have been on your way these past two days. You probably don't know what happened. The Queen of Heaven... forgot that it was His Majesty the God Emperor who issued the edict. Because the immortals had merit in praying for rain, they were exempted. He banned the monks and reached a settlement with the monks outside the customs, allowing them to enter the customs to benefit the people."
"His Majesty the God Emperor gave famous mountains across Kyushu to those foreign monks to live in. Countless people took the initiative to go to Taihua Mountain next to Chang'an to worship in order to seek good fortune and immortality."
"The Three Realms are closed?" Wenren Jingheng was surprised.
Yu Huanting nodded and said, "In one month, foreign monks will come in."
"There have been a lot of people worshiping the mountain recently, and Taihua Mountain is very lively now."
An Yan was also immersed in unspeakable shock.
What are they talking about...
Monk?
(End of chapter)
