Luoyang, Jinzhai.
The sky outside the window was completely dark, and the candlelight reflected on the paper window, leaving a dancing shadow. Liu Rengui raised his neck in pain and poured the concoction into his mouth. The bitter taste made the wrinkles on his face deeper and deeper, like a wheat field that had been dry for a long time. _o_m
"Feng Tangyi is old, Li Guang is hard to seal!" Liu Rengui put down the medicine cup and turned his eyes to the bronze mirror beside the bed. The man in the mirror was old and tired. He showed a wry smile. Destiny is as charming as a woman, and it seems that it is within reach. When it came, it suddenly flew away and landed next to the young man. Wang Wenzuo is indeed more suitable to meet the Holy Emperor than himself. He has experienced the charm of this young man. When you sit opposite him and talk, you can't help but fall in love with this young man: knowledgeable, smart, and polite. , decisive, and he is already a dying old man.
"Mr. Liu, why are you up again? Lie down quickly, or the doctor will blame me again if he finds out!"
The mother-in-law pushed the door open and came in. She carefully took away the medicine cup and helped Liu Rengui lie down on the bed. She folded the corners of the quilt for him: "Mr. Liu, it's freezing cold outside. At your age, you must not catch the cold again." Got it!"
"I know!" Liu Rengui sighed: "Do you think I'm very old?"
"Yes!" The mother-in-law said with a smile: "I heard from the doctor that you are over sixty, and how many years older than me, Aye!"
"Aye? Where is he now?" Liu Rengui asked.
"My ah? He!" the mother-in-law laughed: "He died three years ago! The small tree at the grave is as big as a bowl!"
"Yes!" Liu Rengui sighed: "If I live as long as a middle-aged man, the tree on the grave will probably be as big as a child's arms. What else would I be dissatisfied with?"
"Mr. Liu, please don't say that!" The woman added charcoal to the brazier next to her and said with a smile, "I, Aye, am a farmer. I have been exposed to rain and wind. It would be good if I could live more than fifty years. You are a nobleman of the imperial court, let alone sixty, it is not surprising that you are seventy or eighty!"
"Really?" Liu Rengui was amused by the woman's words: "Then you look for me and see how long I can live!"
"Then I'll give it a try. Don't blame me if I'm wrong!" The woman was a cheerful person. She stood up and clapped her hands, looked at Liu Rengui's appearance, and was about to speak. A nursery rhyme came from outside: "The strong man in white is nine feet tall, holding a golden sword in his hand and rising from the east."
"It's so noisy outside, why don't you go see what's going on?"
"Hey!" the woman responded, opened the window and looked outside, then turned around and said, "It's a black-robed ascetic, followed by a group of children, and the children sang a rhyme!"
"Help me stand up and let me see!" Liu Ren said.
"How can this be done? You haven't recovered from the cold yet? It's so windy outside!" Before the woman could finish speaking, Liu Rengui shouted angrily: "I can't die, come and help me!"
The woman had no choice but to take a blanket and put it on Liu Rengui, and then helped Liu Rengui to the window. The cold wind came back and he couldn't help but shiver. He saw a black monk at the end of the street outside the courtyard, followed by seven people. Eight children were singing and dancing, singing the same nursery rhyme, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"The strong man in white is nine feet tall, holding a golden sword in his hand and rising from the east." Liu Rengui murmured to himself, with a trace of anger on his face.
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Chang'an, Shangyuan Festival.
For the people of Chang'an at that time, how could any city in the world be as good as Chang'an? (Luoyang people have objections on this point), which festival is comparable to the Shangyuan Festival in Chang'an? Absolutely not. Even if you exhaust your imagination and put together all the words you have seen and heard in your life, such as prosperity, splendor, liveliness, splendor, etc., you cannot describe Chang'an on the Lantern Festival.
In the early morning of that day, all the gates of Chang'an Guocheng were opened - Qixia Gate, Anhua Gate, Jinguang Gate, Kaiyuan Gate, Yanping Gate, Chunming Gate, Tonghua Gate, Yanxing Gate, Jingyao Gate, and Guanghua Gate. , Fanglin Gate, especially the Mingde Gate to the south. This gate is exactly on the central axis of Chang'an City. There are five gates. Entering the city is the 150-meter-wide Zhuque Street, which runs from north to south and leads directly to the imperial city. Zhuque Gate and Miyagi Chengtian Gate, entering the city from Mingde Gate, those with good eyesight can see the imperial city rising on the horizon. People poured in from various city gates, wearing all kinds of gorgeous clothes. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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She was wearing clothes and looking at everything around her with interest. The usually majestic imperial capital had now become a hospitable and attentive hostess, inviting every guest with open arms.
For the upper class in Chang'an City, the Shangyuan Festival in the first year of Linde is a particularly special day. The Tang Dynasty has been full of happy events in the past year, not to mention Baekje on the eastern front, Zuowuwei on the northern front General Zheng Rentai put down Tiele's rebellion and established the Hanhai Protectorate in the Uighur homeland. Its jurisdiction is approximately present-day Mongolia and the upper reaches of the Yenisei River in Russia and the areas around Lake Baikal. The red-haired and green-eyed Jiankun and others live in Lake Baikal. Even tribes such as the Yenisey River. Only the situation on the western front was worrying. The newly powerful Tubo defeated Tuyuhun. Tuyuhun Khan Hebo and Princess Honghua led thousands of troops to abandon the country and fled to Liangzhou (now Wuwei, Gansu), and asked the Tang Dynasty to move to the interior. The buffer zone between Tang and Tibet no longer exists, and the Hundred Years War between the two major powers in East Asia is about to break out.
But for the nobles in Chang'an City, none of the above is as important as a polo match in the imperial city. In this polo match, the successor of the empire will make his first attempt to make his mark and enter the political stage.
The venue for the polo match is located in the north of the Royal Garden, only more than a mile away from Xuanwu Gate. The stadium is surrounded by stone terraces, which are 400 steps long and 180 steps wide. The entire stadium is almost oval, its east end is almost semicircular, and its west end is cut off by a straight line. On the north and south sides, there are houses for storing polo equipment and raising horses.
"Sanlang! Have you noticed that the boys are particularly excited today?" Jin Renwen smiled and pointed at the knights of the East Palace who were warming up on the polo field.
"It seems so!" Wang Wenzuo replied in an uncertain tone: "It's not surprising. It's a rare opportunity to show off one's skills in front of His Majesty the Emperor!"
"The Holy Driver hasn't arrived yet!" Jin Renwen pointed to the stands around him: "Sanlang, you are too slow in some aspects. Didn't you find that the stands are particularly beautiful today?"
"Gorgeous?"
Just as Jin Renwen said, hundreds of curtains have been erected in the stands, with tassels and pendants made of gold, silver, pearls and jade hanging from the four corners of the curtain. The cold wind blows and knocks the gold and jade, as if they are floating from a fairy palace in the sky. Quexianle. From time to time, ladies with gorgeous clothes come and go, looking like fairies from a distance. . @精品\/书馆*First update~~
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