When Yang Jian returned home, Xu Geng was gone.

But he left a note for Yang Jian.

The note said that he went to Chang'an City today to have something to do, and told him to stay at home alone and not run around.

Something?

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth pulled a smile, grandpa should have gone to Chang'an City to perform.

Since last night, there has been no food in the noodle jar, not even soy sauce, and Grandpa's huqin on the wall is gone.

Yang Jian felt that there was no taste in her heart at all.

Unexpectedly, he crossed over, and first became a gnawing old clan.

The top priority at the moment is, of course, to solve the problem of food and clothing, and you can't wait for grandpa, an old man in his seventies, to go to the street to earn money, right?

However, in Chang'an, Tang Dynasty, what can you do to make a living?

Yang Jian was also confused for a while, and couldn't find a way out.

After a few reassuring words with Xiaobai, Yang Jian also decided to go out for a walk, wear into this world, and come to the Tang Empire, which has been admired for a long time, Chang'an is definitely going to see it, it is the dream of countless teenagers!

The Tang Empire!

Prosperous Chang'an!

It's exciting to think about!

It's just that, of course, Xiaobai can't be taken out, take Xiaobai to Chang'an City, and don't scare people to death, before people arrive in Chang'an City, they have already deducted a crime of picking quarrels and provoking troubles or disrupting social continuity, and they have been arrested in prison, and the first thing he doesn't want to do in the Tang Dynasty is to enjoy the taste of prison food.

Overhead, the sky was clear and the sun was shining.

The fiery sun shone on the snow, and the snow seemed to shine red.

Chang'an City is not far away, about half an hour or so, I saw a towering city wall, the city wall is about ten meters high, all are made of cyan square bricks, along a river to the two ends of the winding way.

The walls are topped by undulating battlements.

From time to time, you can see some soldiers guarding the city walking around, looking beyond the city walls.

The river should be a moat.

Very wide.

The water is deep.

There is a bridge made of the same bluestone, which connects the two sides of the moat, and at the other end of the bridge is the city gate.

Above the city gate, there are two large characters about one meter square.

South Gate.

Impressive.

The bridge is full of people.

Although they were guarded by soldiers, there were no soldiers on television searching and interrogating passers-by, and people moved freely between the bridge and the city gates.

This gate is at least twenty meters high, right?

Thinking of the so-called ancient Chang'an City gates that he had seen when he was filming in the film and television city before, it was really ridiculous, especially the antique turning heads and wooden doors used in the city gates in the film and television city, how could they be compared with the real city walls and gates in front of him.

The gate was at least a meter thick.

And it looks like it's made up of pieces of wood.

How big is that?

Yang Jian walked to the city gate, couldn't help but look up at the top of his head, looked at the city gate, and sighed in his heart.

Entering the city, Yang Jian was almost messed up by a wide road in front of him.

The road is at least 100 meters wide.

Looking from one side of the road to the other side, you need to have good eyesight to see the shop sign on the lintel of the opposite store.

Mom, what a lot of money is that?

The city he lives in is the most developed first-tier city in southern China, but there, the widest road he has ever seen is only eight lanes in one direction, compared with the Chang'an City Street in front of him, eight lanes is a fart!

Yang Jian once studied history, and he guessed that this 100-meter-wide road should be the most famous Suzaku Street in Chang'an, the Tang Dynasty, right?

At the beginning of the heavy snowfall, the vast Suzaku Street is also a thick snow, people walk on it, creaking and creaking, this kind of novel experience for Yang Jian, a southerner, is very happy!

He jumped all the way, kicking through the soft snow.

On both sides of the road are a variety of shops.

Restaurant.

Cloth Village.

Pawnshop.

Silver trumpet.

Blacksmith's shop.

Dart game.

Yang Jian also saw the ready-to-wear shop.

And what is even more dazzling is that the pedestrians in front of them are all dressed in flowers, as if they are all dressed up to attend some kind of banquet.

The trees on both sides of the road are also full of red lanterns.

There are also various kinds of lanterns.

There are goldfish-shaped ones.

Dragon.

Phoenix.

Crane.

And so on.

The entire Vermilion Bird Street was dressed up in a very lively and prosperous manner, and everyone seemed to have the pride brought by the peak of the empire on their faces, and what made Yang Jian a little disgusted was that on the streets of Chang'an City, he saw many blond, blue-eyed, eagle-nosed and bearded exotics!

That's roughly the grand occasion of the coming dynasty of all nations, right?

Isn't this about to be a holiday?

Yang Jian walked on the street, secretly speculating in his heart.

And when he walked through the intersection of a side street and Suzaku Street, he saw a majestic mansion covering an extremely vast area, today's mansion is the same as Suzaku Street, it is also full of lights, firecrackers, and a huge "Shou" word at the gate, what surprised Yang Jian was not the huge size, but the word itself.

The pen is strong.

Chic and wild.

It should be a cursive script.

I don't know much about calligraphy Yang Jian, but he is also a person who has a keen understanding of art.

"Today is the birthday of the old lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, look at this style!"

A passer-by passed by Yang Jian, and his mouth couldn't help but admire.

"Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly.

There are several records in the history books of the prime minister during the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, but I don't know which one is the owner of this prime minister's mansion.

At the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, several men who looked like housekeepers and housekeepers were ushered in.

Dignitaries, rich and celebrities.

Prince of the Prince.

Yang Jian looked a little hot.

But there were too many people who came to participate in the birthday celebration today, and when Yang Jian found out, his people were squeezed into the Prime Minister's Mansion by the crowd behind him at some point. 、

Maybe it's the gorgeous gown on his body, which also makes the family think that he may be the son and son of a big man and his parents who came to increase his experience, right? The blood stains on the cheongsam had been cleaned by Xu Hezi last night, placed by the stove, and dried.

In addition, the original owner of his body was born with white and handsome skin, and he also had a flowing temperament, and between his eyebrows and eyes, he also had the grace of a noble son.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is really big.

The courtyard was deep and jagged, and after a while, Yang Jian found that the crowd around him that was still bustling just now had disappeared at this moment. He was standing in the middle of a courtyard.

The courtyard is covered with abundant snow, the rockery is bleak, a few plum blossoms deal with the corner of the eaves, the breeze is light, and a strong plum fragrance comes with the wind into the nose.

"The breeze welcomes the snow, and the plum blossoms on a good day. The distant mountains send the sun, and the floating clouds come out. ”

Along with the cold fragrance of plum blossoms, there was also a clear sound of a teenager reciting poetry.

"Good poetry!"

Another voice clapped his hands in approval.

"It's just that I always feel like something is missing."

There was infinite regret in the boy's voice.

"I think it's already very good, your father just asked you to make a poem about plum blossoms today, and this poem is already very good. You see, I haven't said a word yet, and I'm going to be hit again. ”

There was a lot of trepidation in the other teenager's voice.

"When I open the door in the morning, the snow is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light, and the sun is cold.

The eaves flow is not dripping plum jelly, a kind of solitary is not idle. ”

A clear sound sounded.

"Who are you?"

The two teenagers turned around in horror, and then they saw a child younger than themselves, dressed in a white shirt, standing on his own in the wind, looking at them with a round white face and a smile.

"My name is Yang Jian, what about you?"

Yang Jian also looked at the two teenagers, one of them was wearing a vermilion robe and a hat, about twelve or thirteen years old, but he was born with pink face and red lips, long eyebrows like peaks, a pair of clear eyes, and the other was about the same age, he was also born good-looking and peugeot, tall, but looking at his expression, he was much older than the young man who just asked a question.

"My name is Zhang Zheng."

The young man saw that the child in front of him was much younger than his own age, but he was also born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his instruments were extraordinary, and he liked it for no reason at the moment.

"Zhang Zheng? Is this your home? ”

Yang Jian's small eyes rolled a few times and asked.

"Yes, excuse me, whose son are you? Didn't your father come with you? ”

Zhang Zheng looked at this young man who was younger than himself, and he was lost at first glance.

"Well, sort of."

Yang Jian didn't know how to explain why.

"Did you make that poem just now?"

Zhang Zheng is also a young man who has read poetry books, and he knows the subtlety of the poem that Yang Jian recited just now.

"Well, sort of."

Yang Jian smiled slightly.

This is a poem made by Zheng Banqiao's strange old man, that's it, that's it, it's okay to borrow it, right? The old man was born a few hundred years anyway, so he probably won't come over and sue himself for infringement like himself.

"What do you mean, this little boy?"

The young man next to the vermilion boy couldn't help but speak out now.

This little child, obviously with a childish face, has made such a wonderful poem, but every time he asks a question, the answer is ambiguous.

"In my dream last night, I dreamed of a fairy in white, and he made a poem, and after waking up from the dream, I still remember it."

Yang Jian spread his hands.

"A poem made by a fairy in a dream?"

The young man in Zhu Yi was even more shocked, if this poem was really made by an immortal in a dream, it was also caused by the young man in front of him thinking about it every day, and it seemed that he was also a child who loved poetry.

"Well, I often dream and then dream that some immortals compose poems in my dreams."

Anyway, he had already started to lie, and Yang Jian simply went out of his mind.

"And what other poems have you dreamed of?"

The interest of the young man in Zhu Yi has been completely seduced by Yang Jian.

"About plum blossoms?"

Yang Jian asked.

"Hmm-"

Zhang Zheng nodded.

It seems that the child in front of him will have a lot of plum blossom poems.

"Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the pen fee of the Sao Ren Pavilion was commented. The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. ”

Yang Jian was also a liberal arts student back then, and at the time of the college entrance examination, he couldn't remember how many ancient poems he memorized, so he read a few poems casually and fooled the ancients in front of him, it should be no problem.

"This-this-that's too subtle, isn't it?!"

As soon as Zhang Zheng heard Yang Jian finish reading, he couldn't hold back the envy in his heart and praised it.

"Thank you, brother, for your praise!"

Yang Jian always maintained a warm smile on her face, modest and decent.

"Deserve praise, little boy, such a good poem, is it really made by the gods in your dreams?"

Zhang Zheng was still skeptical.

"Nope."

Yang Jian shook his head.

"No?"

Zhang Zheng was a little confused, didn't he just say that the gods in the dream did it?

"You did it."

Yang Jian looked at the two teenagers in front of him and smiled slightly.

Anyway, I'm just borrowing other people's poems, so I'll give them to these two sad-faced guys.

"We did it?"

Zhang Zheng looked stunned on the spot.

"Two brothers, Yang Jian will leave first if he still has something to do!"

Yang Jian felt that he had rashly intruded into someone's backyard, which was already very abrupt, and if he went deeper, he would be exposed.

"Wait, boy—"

Zhang Zheng was trying to stay, but saw that Yang Jian's people had disappeared around the corner of the courtyard corridor-