Today's Yellow River is not the next generation, the water is very clear, Lan Jiawei took a few women to the White Horse Temple and other places of interest first, a few generations like this original scenery, as well as today's environment, full of interest.

"Oh, I know", Lan Jiawei, who was leisurely enjoying the flowers, suddenly clapped his hands, startling several women.

Nill rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?" Surprised", she has been learning Chinese for a long time, but her words still have a strange ending.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just communicated with the Qiankun Ring and found out that the starting point can be fixed, which means that we will still be an undersea base when we go back, but we can choose the era and location we go to, just like playing a game and clicking on the coordinates"

"It's so amazing, it's really a treasure", Chiyo and the others were relieved, and it was indeed a thing to be happy about.

When everyone entered the ancient city of Luoyang, which is now known as Bianliang in Tokyo, Lan Jiawei didn't feel anything, but Hu Sanniang, even if he was a person of this era, only came once when Liangshan surrendered, so like several other women, he watched this famous city that had been operated by the Northern Song Dynasty for more than a hundred years with excitement.

However, this is the political center of the Northern Song Dynasty, not the economic center, so the goods are not as good as Lin'an City, which can actually be called the starting point of the Maritime Silk Road.

The only thing that makes everyone look sideways is that there are a lot of Hu people here, almost all of whom are Arabs and Persians in appearance, bringing a lot of items that are not very eye-catching to several women, such as so-called "glass", blankets and so on

The Hu people stared at Nier in amazement, only they could tell that this woman was European, different from them, unlike other Song people who would think that Nier was also Hu.

Since they couldn't buy anything good, everyone's attention naturally began to pay attention to the people of this era, although Lan Jiawei and his gang were very tall, but in Bianliang, they saw many people even taller than Lan Jiawei.

Sanniang listened to Zhu Qing and Nier muttering. smiled a little: "My brother Wu Song is about the same height as Da Lang, among which Thunderbolt Fire Qin Ming is the highest, and it is estimated that he is more than Da Lang's head."

"So high? Isn't that more than 2 meters and 20 centimeters? Lan Jiawei, who was surprised, was relieved when he thought of the basketball players, it is normal for one or two of them to appear in tens of millions of people.

Only in such an environment can we feel that the Northern Song Dynasty is not backward, their demise is not in the economy but in the system, the Northern Song Dynasty is the standard era of literati governance, and the literati here refer to those Confucian scholars, so that the people lose the blood of the Tang Dynasty.

Thinking of these Lan Jiawei walking and explaining these histories to several women, "Ironically. Whether it was Jin or later Meng Yuan, it was those Confucian scholars who surrendered first, and the same was true of the later Tartar Dynasty, who were born to be the tools of the rulers"

In the Northern Song Dynasty, of course, he was speaking Chinese, but because he didn't pay much attention, Lan Jiawei gradually became a little louder, and a person rushed out of a tavern next to him and grabbed him. "Oh, what a bold man, dare to talk about the court"

In fact, when this person came out, Lan Jiawei and the others had already noticed it. Everyone is a person with high mental power, and it feels that he has no malicious intentions, so let him continue to perform and see what the purpose is.

Seeing Lan Jiawei looking at himself calmly. The man looked appreciative, "It's abrupt, Dalang." Can you talk a little bit deeper? Oh, under Zhao Mingcheng"

Chiyo and Nier don't know, but even Zhu Qing knows, because this guy's wife is too famous, so Lan Jiawei has a respectful face, "Your husband and wife have been famous for a long time, and we will be fortunate to meet you."

Ash did not translate Lan Jiawei's words, although the accent sounded strange to the Song people, but there were many dialects in this era, so it was not strange.

Chiyo explained in a low voice after Zhu Qing, and her eyes were full of admiration, Li Qingzhao's poems she liked very much, so she interjected, "I wonder if we will have the honor to go to meet Madame?" ”

Although the name is different from that of the Song people, Zhao Mingcheng understands the meaning, and nods happily: "Okay, please", he saw that the temperament of these men and women was very special, not comparable to ordinary mortals.

Walking on the road, Lan Jiawei sent Li Qingzhao's information to everyone's terminal, the poetess was very pitiful in her old age, when the original Zhao Mingcheng died, she remarried a scoundrel, that person married Li Qingzhao for imaginary money, and later found out that she was actually very poor, often fists and kicks, the poetess applied to the government for divorce, and reported her husband's crime of greedy ink, although the scoundrel was found guilty, but in the Song Dynasty women reported that their husbands were also sentenced, so she spent three years in prison, very miserable.

Seeing Li Qingzhao himself, everyone was a little disappointed, because the poetess looked very ordinary, not to mention the fairy-like Chiyo, compared with Zhu Qing, she was far behind, but her temperament was very fresh, the fate of Zhao Mingcheng and his wife was the same as that of the Northern Song Dynasty, and it was the peak of the peaceful era at this time, so the two of them were very leisurely, and they couldn't imagine the tragic situation of fleeing all the way south later, leaving only a box of books.

Li Qingzhao looked at these handsome men and beauties with shining eyes, she needs themes and inspiration to write poems, so she doesn't care about more entertainment and communication.

Although the other party is average in appearance, the talent of this female poet is like a breath that freshens the mediocre appearance and blends in with the surrounding environment.

"I've seen laymen, this is the immortal water I brought from overseas Penglai, which can make you much younger, but it needs to be explained that it will take effect in about two to three months", Lan Jiawei took out an ordinary glass bottle containing Moon Spring Water and handed it to Li Qingzhao with both hands.

At this time, Li Qingzhao was already in her thirties, very thin, and she looked like she had stayed up late all year round, and her eye circles were a little dark, but in a word, her temperament was incomparable.

At this time, Zhao Mingcheng was also like his own lady, looking at the glass bottle in Lan Jiawei's hand with surprise, "This is the glass bottle?" It's beautiful."

"Xianggong, don't do the thing of buying and returning the pearls, I don't know what the nobles are called?"

"Oh, my name is Lan Jiawei, this is my cheap Chiyo, those Zhu Qing, Nier, and Sanniang are also my women"

Li Qingzhao laughed, "Lan Dalang is so blessed, these women are all beautiful in heaven and earth, and they envy others."

After Zhao Mingcheng and his wife welcomed a few people into the middle hall, Lan Jiawei noticed that they were very affected by the shadow of their fathers, and this house was obviously not something that Zhao Mingcheng could afford, which could be seen from only one elderly person, and the couple's life was barely maintained.

See this state of the economy. Lan Jiawei didn't care about taking out a bag of gold coins and handed it to the old servant next to him, "Please go buy some food", and Zhao Mingcheng and his wife seemed to have not seen it, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

The more literati they like, the more they like this heroic style, otherwise Li Qingzhao would not have written the famous sentence "Life is a hero, death is also a ghost".

But Li Qingzhao still glanced at her nerd-like husband before saying, "Lan Dalang, it's really ...... to come to our house and let you break the bank."

"Ah, layman. We have been admiring it for a long time, and Zhao Langjun's art of gold and stone has also been admired for a long time, so we don't have to be too vain."

Li Qingzhao and the two of them are no longer verbose, but both pay attention to Chiyo, because this woman wearing a Song Dynasty skirt is so beautiful, unlike Nier, who is amazing in later generations, Tachibana Chiyo is more in line with the aesthetics of the Song people in this era.

Zhao Mingcheng asked: "Lan Dalang, are you really from Penglai?" Otherwise, they wouldn't have talked about the official family and the court on the street."

Lan Jiawei smiled at his wife and Nier, and Chiyo's hair suddenly moved without wind. There were a lot of dreamlike snowflakes around her, and she walked into the air step by step, in order to let Li Qingzhao confirm the poetry of what era, she sang "Wu Feng" again.

"Spring flowers and autumn nights, raccoon yarn like smoke; Daishan is light and foggy, and the boat looks at the moon; Wu Feng does not sleep, sleepless ......" (my original poem. Do not steal)

Such a song is more in line with the ancient style, which made Zhao Mingcheng and his wife stunned and resisted the urge to bow. Until the aftermath disappears into the sky.

Then Niel grew a pair of silver-white wings and flew around a little, which had already convinced the couple that they had met the immortal today.

The ancients were convinced of the theory of ghosts and gods, and they didn't need to explain it at all, and Zhao Mingcheng and his wife became more respectful after seeing Lan Jiawei also standing out of thin air.

"Hey, Brother Mingcheng, layman, let's just communicate in a normal way"

"Good", Li Qingzhao actually has Li Bai's style, his temperament is more powerful than that of men, and Zhao Mingcheng is also smiling and silent.

When Lan Jiawei took out the elf fruit wine and started eating and drinking with everyone, the atmosphere on both sides was like an old friend who had not seen each other for many years.

"Da Lang, aren't you optimistic about the current court?" , Zhao Mingcheng couldn't help but ask out loud

"It's not that I'm not optimistic, I'm very disappointed, Brother Mingcheng, listen to my advice, buy an industry in Jiangning as soon as possible, and transfer all your valuable rare books, calligraphy and paintings", Lan Jiawei, who finished speaking, took out a big bag of gold coins again and handed it to Zhao Mingcheng.

Thinking of the bitter cold days that his wife lived with him, Zhao Mingcheng did not politely accept it, because they both thought about it and repaid it with their own gold and stone works and hand-inscribed poems.

Seeing that Li Qingzhao still wanted to ask in detail, Chiyo smiled slightly: "The layman doesn't need to ask again, the heavenly secret must not be revealed, just do what I say, and it is without further ado, it will be visible in four years at most."

Li Qingzhao changed the topic with interest: "The style of the song sung by the fairy before was strange, and I didn't see similar poems in the first dynasty, but it was quite a legacy of the Book of Songs, which inspired me a lot, I don't know what the name of this poem is?" ”

"Wu Feng", don't hide it from the layman, in fact, this is a song that will only appear after hundreds of years", since Zhao Mingcheng and his wife already know their secrets, Chiyo doesn't care about saying more, and she has determined that this "Wu Feng" is a poem of the Ming Dynasty, otherwise Li Qingzhao, as a poet, would not know.

"Hundreds of years from now?" , Zhao Mingcheng and his wife both exclaimed, but the strength of people in this era compared to later generations lies in the awe of ghosts and gods and respect for ancestors, they did not doubt, but chose to believe.

Remembering that glass products should be very valuable in this era, Lan Jiawei took out some of the garbage in the ring, all of which were bottles and cans from various places before.

"Don't look at me, glass is valuable in this era, you guys should clean it up", Lan Jiawei looked at several women with a black line on his face.

"Hey, yes, that's true", Chiyo and the others, who had figured it out, also took out many glass containers in the stunned eyes of Zhao Mingcheng and his wife and the old servant.

"It's really luxurious", Zhao Mingcheng is a master of gold and stone, but he doesn't know how to make glass, so he is dazzled and looks at several immortals who continue to conjure up "glass" treasures.

And Li Qingzhao was a little moved, knowing that these men and women were afraid that their husbands and wives would be too poor in the future. (To be continued.) )