He Shan is lucky to meet an old friend

Xie Qing drank a few more glasses of wine at the banquet, so he thought about blowing the cold wind to wake himself up, and planned to walk back by himself.

"There is no need to arrange a chariot." He instructed Lin Ying.

After all, he didn't dare to fall asleep after going back, and there were still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with tomorrow morning.

"Yes, Your Highness, then I will let them go back on their own."

The large group of people following Xie Qinglin immediately dispersed.

Lin Ying followed step by step, reminding him to pay attention to his steps from time to time.

The winter night is very clear, there are no clouds in the sky, the night sky is dark blue like a curtain, and the stars are twinkling on it.

The slight wind blew across his cheeks, and the cold touch woke him up a bit from his alcohol.

The imperial palace is really too big, there are always places where the sun can't reach, and the palace people forget to clean it, and there are still uncleaned snow in some corners, reflecting the silvery moonlight.

East Palace.

After the excitement, the palace people went back to their rooms and went to sleep.Only the eunuchs on duty, accompanied by the red palace lantern with five consecutive pearls, moved extremely carefully and breathed lightly.

It seemed a little deserted.

Indoors, the shadows of candles are automatically extinguished without wind.

Lin Ying and Xiange waited for him to wash and undress, and continued to be busy in the morning of the first day of the new year after a short break.

Every Chinese New Year is the most tormenting.

Xie Qing was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, even after working hard all day, he was still very excited.

When he recalled the scene in the hall, he always felt a little weird.

The girl with stunning looks, the sound of the flute from a foreign land, and the redness all over the sky... everything is not right.

He vaguely saw someone coming to cut the lanterns lightly, and the figure was very familiar, so he asked, "Xiange, have you noticed anything strange about this woman?"

This person is indeed Xiange, she was startled, and then realized that His Highness was talking about Huaixiu, she hesitated and said: "I never... I only know that the Fourth Highness's people brought them back from Southern Xinjiang."

This is really because she didn't do her work carefully enough, Xian Ge lowered her head and bit her lips, "It's the servant's dereliction of duty."

She was only interested in finding out about this woman's background, but forgot to see if there was anything special about her.

Xie Qinglin didn't mean to blame her: "You don't have to blame yourself."

His tone was soft, but his eyes sank.

Where the hell is this woman?What is unique about her that the fourth child has taken a fancy to?

The reason why he let her enter the palace was because so far, things were still under his control.

But this woman, she is as beautiful as a variable...

"Fine, in a few days, I'll go to the queen mother to discuss it." Xie Qinglin said softly.

Xian Ge has been careful enough in doing things, and the current development is beyond their expectations.

He remembered why Xiange appeared here: "It's so late, why are you still here and didn't go to rest?"

Xian Ge suddenly looked a little embarrassed, as if her thoughts had been pierced through, she lowered her head at a loss, and said in a low voice: "Bai Xu, who is on guard at night today, is unwell, please ask me to take care of her overnight." After she finished speaking, she knelt down again, not daring to Look at Xie Qinglin: "Your Highness, please don't blame me."

Xie Qinglin sighed lightly: "It's nothing, you can go down."

"Yes."

Xiange got up and left, her movements were gentle, without making a sound.

Xie Qinglin didn't look at her any more, some things still need to be figured out by himself, he just felt his mind getting more and more heavy, and fell asleep after a while.

On the first day of junior high school, the morning meeting.

On New Year's Eve, one has to watch the New Year's Eve, and one has to get up early the next morning to attend the court meeting. This is not a small torture for both the monarch and the courtiers.

But this is a rule passed down from the ancestors, and it cannot be easily shaken.

Beginning with Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, it has become a custom to meet civil and military officials on the first day of the first lunar month and accept their praises.

The emperor opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that the sky was slightly bright. Before the morning court on weekdays, yesterday's sleeve had been placed in a remote palace. He squinted his eyes, and his posture was extremely relaxed, as if he was recalling what.

Even though the charcoal fire is burning well, the winter morning is still cold after all.

After such a short time, he felt cold all over his body.

Sure enough, he is still old, he sighed in his heart.

"Pinder," he called, finding his voice terribly hoarse.

Pingde is the current chief eunuch, and he has been with him since he was a child. He was born in the same year as the emperor. Maybe because he was an eunuch, or maybe he didn't have as many labors as the king of a country. The emperor was much younger.

The chief eunuch, who had a white face and no beard, and a slightly thin figure, bowed in, and led two younger ones to help him get dressed together.

"Your Majesty got up early today." The emperor's dragon robe is extremely cumbersome, especially for the court meeting. Pingde tied the belt around his waist and said, "I thought you would sleep a little longer. .”

"I couldn't fall asleep, so I woke up." The emperor squinted his eyes: "After a while, pass down the order, with sleeves on, and seal... Feng Rou Concubine."

Pingde's hands froze, his eyebrows lowered.

For so many years, he has never heard of any woman who has received this honor.

He just felt that this kind of favor was a little out of compliance.

But what can he say? Who dares to question the words of Long Live Lord?

When the officials came to worship, the sun was rising from the east, overflowing from layers of clouds and mist, the ground was reflected red, and the glazed tiles reflected dazzling light.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

"All the gentlemen are flat."

A few princes stood at the front, and the civil and military officials behind them stood in two rows.

On Shuo County's side, Jiang Yunxi wrapped a red envelope for the two children of the shopkeeper's family, as a thank you for their hospitality these days.

If you give them money directly, this family will not accept it.

The youngest one happily took it before the proprietress could say anything, while the second child hesitated and looked at his parents hesitantly.

"This...Miss, how embarrassing is this!" The proprietress's eyes widened, and she repeatedly refused: "We can't accept this, please take it back."

"I gave it all, there's no reason to take it back." Jiang Yun said with a smile, and at the same time winked at Dai Nong.

Dainong understood, grabbed the arm of their second child, and forced him to stuff it.

The half-grown boy blushed and lowered his head helplessly.

"Hey, Miss, you are very polite." Seeing that the refusal was fruitless, the proprietress had no choice but to agree.Take the two children to salute and thank you.

The new year is coming, and the business must be done accordingly. After the third year of junior high school, the inn will open for business.Accountant, waiter.Those who cook have to come back one after another.

Jiang Yunjin planned to leave for Luojing in the third year of junior high school, and she had been delayed here for a long time.

"We won't bother you any more. We plan to leave on the fourth day of the lunar new year. Please settle the rent at that time."

Unexpectedly, the proprietress refused to let them go, and she was very enthusiastic to persuade them to stay, "Girl, why not stay a few more days, our Lantern Festival in Shuo County is a must. "

Lan Qian was very interested in this: "Lantern Festival?"

"Yes." The proprietress smiled happily, "Our Shangyuan Festival Lantern Festival is so lively, even the capital city can't compare it." She said this, her brows were full of pride.

The Lantern Festival in Luojing has a long-standing reputation. There was once a poem that says, "The east wind blows thousands of trees at night, and the stars fall like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road, the sound of phoenix flutes is moving, the light of jade pot is turning, and fish and dragons dance all night." And became famous all over the world because of this poem.

If it was more lively than Luo Jing, what would it be like?

"On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, the full name is full of colorful lanterns, and the street is as bright as daytime. The ladies of the official family who usually don't leave the gate and don't go out, also go out on the street on this day."

Talking excitedly, the proprietress beamed with joy: "Last year, there was a famous poet who came to us from Luojing and wrote a poem."

How come she has never heard of Luo Jing's famous poet.

I have never remembered such a character in the memory of the two lifetimes.

"That poem is so well written, I, an illiterate woman, can recite it by heart!"

Jiang Yunxi and Yulou looked at each other in blank dismay: Why is this person talking more and more vigorously.

Anyway, just listen to what a masterpiece it is.

The proprietress thought for a while, and actually recited this poem:

In the splendid banquet with lights and towers, whose house is noisy at night with flutes and drums?

The light moves, the stars and the sky get closer, and the shadows fall over the mountains and rivers, and the moon is perfectly round.

The switch of the golden lock is as bright as the day, and the leakage of the copper pot is as long as the years.

Wuyun didn't play "The Song of Neon Clothes", which made Li Zhou see nothing. ②

Hearing the word "Lizhou", coupled with this slightly familiar style of writing, Jiang Yunjin immediately thought of someone, and she murmured in her heart, it couldn't be such a coincidence.

May I ask who the poet you are talking about is...?

"Oh, it's the famous Mr. Qianqiu.

really.

It's such a coincidence.

It seems that Qu Qianqiu is doing well now, and she still has leisure time to watch the Lantern Festival, she thinks about it, that's right, how could the person whom the Crown Prince likes treat him badly?

However, she had never heard of such a poem in her previous life, and that's right, Mr. Qianqiu, who was astoundingly talented in her previous life, must have died together with Xu Guanhai and others long ago.

She intentionally or unintentionally stopped Xie Qinglin from killing people in Lizhou, and in fact indirectly affected the lives of many people... For example, Qu Qianqiu, he has a new life since then: he is no longer a down-and-out literati, He is no longer an aide of the Little Zhizhou, and even became a popular person next to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

The proprietress was still chattering about how lively the Shuo County Lantern Festival was, as if missing it would be a huge loss.

Hearing her description like this, Jiang Yunxi couldn't help but feel a little moved.

She also wanted to see such a beautiful scene.

In the afternoon, the officials still could not relax for a moment.I have to rush to pay New Year greetings to my colleagues and superiors.

There were especially many people coming from the East Palace, almost breaking the threshold.

This is only for high-ranking officials to come in, and more unknown officials are turned away, and they are only asked to leave greeting cards and gifts.

Even so, there are a lot of people flocking to it.

Even if it's just a well-prepared gift, you can't even leave a name.

Lin Ying assigned the little eunuchs to put the congratulatory gifts brought by the officials into the treasury.

There were seven sheets of paper listed in the gift slip, Xie Qinglin just glanced at it casually, and stopped asking.

He has seen many rare treasures, so he is not so interested. In short, they are just a pile of dead things.

On the first day of the new year in the 24th year of Jianyuan, many stories will start here.

The city of Luojing is full of beautiful spring, singing and dancing.

What evil thoughts are quietly growing under the seemingly peaceful surface, and how many years of past events are buried in the yellowed pile of old papers...

And everyone's life experience has become complicated and confusing.

The curtain opened, the characters appeared on the stage, the waves were steep, and the situation darkened.

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