Autumn, September, Daming Palace.
There was a thin quilt spread out on the bed, and a small pile of clothes randomly placed at the foot of the bed. There was a screen on the right side of the room, and a soft couch on the left side by the window. There were also two and a half old books on it. book of.
A few rays of light filtered in from the window, illuminating the room.
Sitting on the couch was a girl who was about five or six years old. She was wearing a chest-length shirt and skirt, a light green double-breasted straight-collared sweater and a red skirt. Her hair was tied into a bun, with only a hair on the side. Decorated with flower hairpins, coupled with the unique baby fat of a child and the short stature of a five-year-old, it is as cute as a small glutinous rice ball.
The girl was holding a book and reading, with no joy on her face, but a slight frown on her face.
"Oh, whose princess has to worry about survival all day long." Li Changan was upset while reading and couldn't help but muttered a complaint.
But there is no way, who made her a princess who was born at the wrong time.
She had just happened to be attending a neighborhood gathering in her tutor's community with her graduate tutor who had just hugged her. But while she was eating, it started to rain heavily, and then after a flash of lightning... she arrived in Chang'an.
Not the Chang'an of the 21st century, but the Chang'an of the seventh century.
Good news, she became a princess of the Tang Dynasty who was born in the prosperous age of Kaiyuan.
The bad news is that the little princess, who was so unpopular that she never even saw her biological father until she was five years old, will be in her twenties just in time for the Anshi Rebellion.
Li Changan didn't know much about the Xuanzong Dynasty, but he knew a little bit. For example, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty ran away with Concubine Yang Guifei before An Lushan reached Chang'an. The Maweipo Incident, which is very famous in history, also happened on the way.
But the most miserable people in this catastrophe were not Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei.
But Chang'an was abandoned by the emperor.
An Lushan led his generals to plunder Chang'an and massacred countless kings, grandsons and people. Li Changan didn't know whether Tang Xuanzong's 29th daughter was dead or alive in the original historical trajectory. She didn't have a deep understanding of the history of this period.
But she remembered a poem.
"When asked, he refused to tell me his name, but he told me that he was a slave in poverty."
The author is Du Fu, and it was written when he was captured in Chang'an. The name of the poem is "Mourning the King and His Grandson".
If you're lucky, your body will be completely broken, and you'll beg to be a slave to save your life, but if you're not lucky, your body will be torn into pieces.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t end well.
"Chang'an, it's time!" A breathless female voice sounded outside the door.
Li Changan stuffed the book under his pillow, put on his shoes, straightened his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, and then hurried out.
Outside the door was a thin woman waving to her.
"Why did mother come out? The autumn wind is cold, and it's not good for me." Li Changan walked to the woman, helped her back into the house.
The woman glared at her: "Can your mother and I get sick if the wind blows for a while?"
The voice was refreshing, but it was hard to avoid feeling out of breath.
The woman raised her head, revealing a pair of brown eyes slightly lighter than black under her chestnut hair.
High nose bridge, chestnut hair, light-colored pupils, and skin that is too fair compared to Tang people.
Cao Yenaji, a Hu girl, her mother.
Before Li Changan could speak again, the woman's cheeks suddenly turned red and she covered her chest and coughed violently. A trace of sadness flashed across Li Changan's face, but when he looked up again, his face was full of smiles.
She pretended to be relaxed and said: "Mom, I forgot to take the medicine again. It's not good to keep hiding illnesses and avoiding medical treatment."
As he spoke, he helped Cao Yenaji into the main room.
"There's still half an hour before the hour is up. I'll boil the medicine for my mother-in-law first and then go find Concubine Hui." Li Changan stepped on his feet and took out a pack of medicine from the cabinet. He lit the clay stove and took a spoonful of water. Put it into the medicine pot together with the medicine.
Cao Yenaji leaned on the couch and watched her little daughter busy here and there, her eyes full of sorrow.
"There is no rush to drink medicine for my mother. You must not be late for your appointment with Concubine Wu Hui."
"Concubine Hui Mu will not take me out of the palace herself. I guess she will just find a female official to take me out of the palace to play." Li Changan sat on the crescent moon stool and watched the medicine boil.
The boiled medicine should have been placed in the dining room, but in order to boil the medicine while chatting with Cao Yenaji, Li Changan specially ordered a small medicine stove to be placed in the main room, which can both boil medicine and keep warm.
Anyway, no one else would come to this small yard, so she would place all these things.
"It's better to go early than late." Cao Yenaji sighed and said nothing more. She knew Li Changan knew what was going on.
"Have you brought the dagger?" Cao Yenaji turned to other topics.
Li Changan patted the side of his boots and grinned: "Here they are."
Cao Yenaji nodded with satisfaction: "Although Chang'an is at the foot of the Emperor, it is not without danger. When my brother and I went out to play without telling Grandpa, we almost..."
But he only said it halfway and stopped talking.
She only played in Chang'an for a few days, and then she danced for the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. She was favored by the emperor and stayed in the Daming Palace. She never saw the sky outside the Daming Palace again. She was originally a Hu girl. She had never been to Chang'an before she was eighteen years old. After that, she was trapped in the magnificent Daming Palace. She probably didn't know as much about Chang'an as an ordinary palace official, and there was nothing she could tell her daughter.
The medicine had been boiled. Li Changan poured the medicinal soup from the medicine pot into a bowl and brought it to the table. He said, "I'm leaving. Mother, remember to take the medicinal soup while it's hot."
Cao Yenaji nodded and looked at Li Changan's skirt before entering the door. Then she stood up, picked up the medicine bowl, and raised her hand to pour it into the slag bucket.
The door was pushed open again, and Li Changan poked his head in, staring at Cao Ye Naji.
To be precise, he was staring at the bowl of medicinal soup in Cao Yenaji's hand that was almost poured into the trash can.
"Huh?" Li Changan narrowed his eyes, but there was a hint of threat in his nasal voice.
Cao Yenaji raised her eyebrows: "How brave are you? The brat who grew up on my milk actually cares about your mother?"
In his hand, he brought the medicine bowl to his mouth very honestly and drank it all in one gulp.
Li Changan then turned around and left, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.
Cao Yenaji retched several times after Li Changan left, but failed to vomit out the medicinal soup as she wished. She could only do the next best thing, open the small window, and lean against the window to blow the cold wind. After a while, the cold wind came out. A few coughs.
She was already very weak. The longing for her homeland and the worries of the palace over the past few years had overwhelmed her spirit and body, but Cao Ye Naji felt that she was not weak enough...
She had to be sicker.
Li Changan soon arrived at Concubine Wu Hui's palace. Different from the remote courtyard where she and Cao Yenaji lived, the Sanqing Palace where Concubine Wu Hui lived was magnificent. There were more than a dozen large and small halls, and the furnishings were all of high quality that could be seen at a glance. Among them, the palace servants and eunuchs were passing through, but no one raised their head to look at her curiously. They were just doing their jobs in an orderly manner.
He inhaled slightly, and the scent of sandalwood entered his nose. He didn't know how much sandalwood was burned to make this huge palace smell fragrant.
There was already a pretty female official waiting for her.
"Mingyue!" When Li Changan saw an acquaintance, he immediately greeted him with a smile.
Mingyue is the female official next to Concubine Wu Hui. She is not of high rank, but she is friendly. She usually receives Li Changan when he comes to play on weekdays.
Mingyue bowed her head slightly and saluted, and then said: "My lady has something to do today. Please tell me that you don't need to see your lady today."
Although Li Changan was just a princess whom Tang Xuanzong himself didn't even remember having such a daughter, Mingyue still respected Li Changan.
The two of them took a carriage from Jianfu Gate out of Daming Palace and went straight to Pingkangfang.
Among the markets in Chang'an, Pingkangfang is the most prosperous. On weekdays, the rich and powerful often visit Pingkangfang.
Li Changan lay beside the carriage window and raised the curtain to look at the scene on the street.
The worst carts on this street are also ox carts. Ox carts, horse-drawn carriages, horse carts, and various seven-scented carts made of precious wood and decorated with precious gold and silver come and go in an endless stream.
"Chang'an Avenue is narrow and sloping, with green oxen, white horses and seven-scented cars." Li Changan couldn't help but murmured as he looked at the BMW cars passing by on the street.
The carriage happened to pass by a sedan chair. On the carriage sat a beautiful woman holding a pipa. She seemed to have heard Li Changan reciting a poem. She raised her head slightly and glanced here. She held the pipa and faced it. Li Changan raised his lips and smiled, gently played the pipa with his bare hands, and lightly opened his lips:
"The jade chariots passed through the main palace, and the golden whips came to the Hou family..."
But he sang it, causing passers-by to stop and listen.
This is a poem by Lu Zhaolin, one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty. Lu Zhaolin wanted to stay in Chang'an as an official but failed, but his poems stayed in Chang'an.
Li Changan listened to the music getting smaller and smaller, until the sedan chair Le Ji was sitting in disappeared from her sight, and the music completely disappeared.
"Mingyue, I want to go to the study." Li Changan turned his head and said to Mingyue in the carriage.
Therefore, this restaurant is located in Xuanyangfang, not Pingkangfang. Pingkangfang is too busy and lacks elegance. Although Xuanyangfang is not so prosperous, it is much quieter.
"It would be great if I could buy a shop here." Li Changan looked at the elegant environment around him.
Mingyue said with a smile: "If twenty-nine mothers want to buy a shop, Pingkangfang is the best place."
"The shops in Pingkangfang are too expensive." Li Changan sighed.
"It's a bit expensive, but it's nothing to a family like ours." Mingyue knew a little about her master Wu Huifei's thoughts, and she was happy to sell Li Changan a good one, "Your Excellency mentioned to me by chance before, twenty-nine When my mother grows up, she should buy some property for her."
Li Changan simply blinked: "Am I considered a grown-up if I'm only five years old?"
Mingyue looked at the soft and waxy snow-white dumplings in front of her and laughed dumbly.
In ordinary families, the little girl would have to wait until she gets married to buy some property, but the Tian family is different. Which princess of the Tang Dynasty was not born with glory and wealth?
Princess Xianyi of Concubine Wu Hui was even more favored by the saint. For this daughter, the saint ignored the dissuasion of ministers and changed the princess's household to a thousand households, not to mention countless other treasures, shops and the like as rewards.
The only exception is the poor little princess in front of me who is not favored by the emperor.
There was a hint of pity in Mingyue's eyes.
But things will be different when the little princess follows her master...
"Five-year-old is naturally not considered an adult." Mingyue did not say what she was thinking. She just skirted the topic lightly and made a mental note of the matter, planning to report it to Concubine Wu Hui after she returned to the palace.
Being able to win over people's hearts with just one store is a very good deal.
