The two carriages drove into the Tiance General's Mansion, like two pebbles, into a clear lake.

After a moment of ripple water, the two stones were no longer visible on the surface of the lake, and no one knew where they would eventually go.

As the crown prince, it is impossible for Li Jiancheng not to take precautions against his biggest enemy, Li Shimin.

But even if someone uploaded the news that Cheng Yanjin and Luo Shixin entered the palace at night that night, Li Jiancheng in the banquet was only slightly stunned, and left the matter behind him with a smile.

Today's court, the form is very clear.

He couldn't see, nor could he think that his younger brother had the slightest chance of turning the tables.

In this case, too much caution will only make you suspicious, and the grass and trees are all soldiers, which is not beautiful.

In this way, a peaceful night passed, and next, it was another warm and quiet day, which also seemed to prove Li Jiancheng's open-mindedness.

Compared with people's hearts, this winter in Chang'an is really not cold.

In this kind of weather, the most popular thing for leisurely Chang'an people to do is to walk on the street in twos and threes, or buy the New Year's goods that can be seen, or comment on whose red couplets are more interesting.

In comparison, the undercurrent surging under all this is really not enough for outsiders to know.

Spring Festival couplets, as a thing that came out of the Xiao family, have long been popular in Chang'an.

And its content has also been changed countless times in the hands of many intelligent literati.

Don't stick to the sentence that originally hung next to Xiao Hanmen: New Year's Day, the festival number Changchun.

In the cloth villages on both sides of the road, most of the couplets are written that business is prosperous.

At the entrance of the hotel, a similar entry and exit safety is posted.

Even in the medicine hall, the shopkeeper will most likely hang it at the door: I hope that people in the world are free of diseases, what a pity to put medicine on the shelf.

Walking in it, Xiao Han was accustomed to seeing what hung on the gate of the hospital in later generations: the wealth was rolling in.

Now looking at this rustic medicine hall, I can't help but feel a little more emotional.

He is now in a state of being light again.

Because Er Zhuhuan has already been delivered, the next thing probably has nothing to do with him.

Li Shimin trusts Xiao Han very much, but for this kind of cumbersome plan to the extreme, he still decisively threw away the personal factor, and let the old and scheming Du Yan take care of it.

As for Xiao Han, he himself was unwilling to participate in it anymore, and seeing that Du Yan was a little wary of himself, as if he was worried that he would come to grab the credit, he simply came out alone.

He was going to think about nothing, to do nothing, and just quietly watched what kind of thing would come to the end.

Coming out of the Qin Palace, walking aimlessly on Chang'an Street, Xiao Han unknowingly arrived at the nearby East Market.

At this time, the East Market is probably the busiest time of the year, and there are countless bustling people crowded here for those who are preparing to give gifts, or those who are preparing to deal with gifts at home.

I don't know if some of them will be a little embarrassed to see that what they just sent out is back in the market in the blink of an eye.

In the East Market, in a nondescript teahouse.

The shopkeeper who works part-time is busy taking care of the customers, and the good-looking proprietress is like a flower butterfly, shuttling between several old tables, and many people's eyes are spinning around, eager to stick to the delicate curves.

"The hostess! Quench your thirst with a pot of tea! At the door, another shout came in.

"Hehe, this guest officer, the shop is full now, please wait a while." The shopkeeper habitually agreed first, and waited for the table to fill the tea before looking up.

At the door, a familiar face that had not been seen for a long time was standing there, with a wicked smile on his face.

Seeing this face, the shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and when he was sure that he was not dazzled, he confessed to the customer and greeted him with a smile.

"When are you back?" Wiped his hands with a white towel, and a strange look flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes.

Xiao Han leaned against the door frame, basking in the sun, shrugged and said, "I just came back, I can't stay outside for the New Year, right?" See you've been doing well lately? ”

The shopkeeper glanced back at the store, then turned his head with a smile: "Hehe, it's okay, go sit upstairs?" ”

"Forget it, I'll just walk around, it's nothing, you get busy first." Xiao Han arched his hand, and when he saw the proprietress in the store looking over, he smiled awkwardly, and Shi Shiran turned around and left.

"Hey, when did he come back? Is he done with that? ”

Waiting for Xiao Han to blend into the crowd outside, the proprietress also happened to come to the door, looking at the bustling world outside the door, and asked her man a little strangely.

The shopkeeper squinted his eyes for a while, and finally shook his head: "Who knows, but something seems wrong with him today?" ”

"What's wrong?" The proprietress became interested and asked after her.

The shopkeeper thought about it and sighed again: "I can't say it, it's a little different anyway." ”

With that, he looked overhead, and in the northern sky, a few gloomy clouds were slowly being blown by the wind.

"It's going to change?"

"It's going to change!"

The sky can't be clear all the time, and life can't be smooth sailing.

In this winter, many people are looking forward to the next year, but after all, it is still a very small number of people who know whether the year is good or bad.

Before the sky was overcast, Xiao Han walked around Chang'an for a long time as if unintentionally, until the north wind gradually rose, he took a carriage and left the towering city gate of Chang'an.

Everything that followed seemed to be going according to plan.

The weather is sunny and snowy, but it still can't stop people's inherent pace.

Those who should give gifts are still giving gifts, and those who should be happy are still making fun.

As for the so-called change of sky, it is indeed a change of sky, and there are snowflakes in the sky, but this time the change of sky only lasts for a short period of time, and when the sun comes out again, everything is as usual.

In the midst of these quiet days, time passes day by day.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the last day of the year has passed, and when the first rays of dawn are lit up, the new year will quietly come.

And on this day, as usual, it is still the Yuan Day ceremony presided over by the emperor.

(Recently, Wen Si has been stupid, and a lot of time I have written, deleted, deleted, written, and repeated several times.)

Later, after learning from the pain, he decided to promote the plot as soon as possible.

These two million words have given Xiao Han enough time to precipitate, and he has also participated in many big changes, and when the last change comes, he should stand in front of the stage and personally do something for the dream Datang.

After all, that Datang is the Datang in Xiao Han's dreams, and it is also the prosperous Datang in the dreams of Coke and everyone)