Chang'an, the capital of the Han Dynasty, and the glorious building at the end of the central axis of Suzaku Street is the royal palace Weiyang Palace.

At the beginning, Emperor Gaozu of this dynasty opened the foundation of Zuo, ordered Prime Minister Xiao He to supervise the construction of the palace, and ordered the world's famous craftsmen, and made every effort to make the treasury financial resources.

On the day it was built, Gao Zu saw such a vast and magnificent palace, and looked at the empty money bag, he was both surprised and happy and felt painful, and couldn't help but complain that Xiao He spent too much money! To engage in such a luxurious project, what if future generations are so ruined!

That Xiao He is also an old fox, of course, he can't let the emperor know the huge benefits he has obtained from his hands in this, and his eyes rolled and said: "Your Majesty, the reason why the old minister built this palace to the extreme is to let the royal descendants no longer have to spend financial resources to expand, just live in peace, and future generations will only praise Your Majesty's legacy!" After saying this, Emperor Gaozu smiled and praised his loyal ministers.

The later Wen and Jing Emperors were not still luxurious, and they were thrifty, basically following the scale of the original construction, and the palaces in the interior did not carry out any major expansion and transformation. Since today's sainthood, Weiyang Palace has gone through more than 70 years of wind and rain, and the appearance is still majestic and majestic!

It was the beginning of September, and the sky was getting dusk, and a crescent moon climbed into the sky in the east. In the huge building complex of Weiyang Palace, there is an inconspicuous side hall, the forehead plaque above the main gate "Jianzhang Palace" three big characters, the gesture is awe-inspiring, but it is the imperial pen of Liu Che today.

In the early years, this was just a place where palace maids lived together, because in recent years, Mrs. Wei entered the palace to be extremely favored, and this is the closest to the emperor's residence Ganquan Palace, so Emperor Liu Che ordered people to vacate the Jianzhang Palace, and the decoration was luxurious for Mrs. Wei to live in, so that she could always be cared for.

At this time, under a ginkgo tree in the courtyard of the palace, a palace beauty was sitting on a stone bench, and several palace maids were standing on the side.

Beauty is the owner of this Jianzhang Palace Wei Miaojun, she was from a humble background, she was originally a singer of Princess Pingyang, renamed Wei Zifu, by chance by the emperor Liu Che encountered, at first sight was fascinated by her beauty in the city, so she was brought back to the palace, and it has been nearly ten years or the honor and favor.

To say that this Wei Zifu's belly is also angry, since he entered the palace, he has added three children to the royal family in a row.

The first two princesses, needless to say, are carved in pink and jade, but the third is a little prince, named Liu Ju, who has just turned seven years old this year, but she is smart and cute, very handsome, and the deep emperor Liu Che likes it.

Wei Zifu is humble and kind, so he is very loved by all the palace people, although he has not yet received any title, however, in the eyes of those who have a heart, the status of Jianzhang Palace is very delicate in the harem.

What's more, that Empress Chen has never come out, and her personality has been even more perverse in recent years, and she has been snubbed by the emperor for a long time.

Wei Zifu is embroidering a picture of longevity at this time, and it will be the Double Ninth Festival in a few days, as a congratulatory gift to the Queen Mother, she embroidered very carefully.

The Han Dynasty ruled the world with "filial piety", and paid special attention to the way of filial piety, and the Chongyang Festival respected the elderly that originated here, and on the ninth day of September every year, the court and the people would hold a grand celebration. Of course, there can be no mistake in royal etiquette.

Let alone...... Alas! She sighed, this harem seems to be peaceful, but in fact, it is hidden and murderous step by step, one wrong step, it may be a catastrophe!

Over the years, he has been in danger of crisis several times, and in order to survive, he has to work hard, and he does not dare to relax his vigilance and anxiety at all.

Especially with these three children, she had to be more careful.

A few yellowed ginkgo biloba leaves fluttered down with the wind and landed on the stone table in front of her, the autumn breeze was slightly cool, she was stunned, turned around and asked, "Hasn't Ju'er finished studying for the evening class?" ”

A palace maid behind him replied: "Madame, little master......."

Before he finished speaking, he only heard a crisp children's voice under the corridor over there: "Mother, I have already finished my homework, I am so hungry!" ”

A child in a brocade robe ran over and threw himself into Wei Zifu's arms, muttering, "Hungry, hungry, I want to eat soft rice cakes......." ”

Wei Zifu pinched his son's sleek face dotingly: "Okay, okay, let's call my sister to eat together." ”

After getting up and walking a few steps, he asked back, "Your Majesty...... Haven't you made a move yet? ”

The palace maid looked left and right, and whispered: "Not yet, Gonggong Zhang said that the gate has not been opened for seven days." ”

Wei Zifu's face darkened, the emperor began to secretly intoxicate the art of immortals since a year ago, and built a pavilion of recruiting immortals not far from the south of Ganquan Palace, and recruited a group of so-called immortal warlocks to participate in the study and cultivation. But he was afraid of the criticism of the ministers of the court, so he issued a gag order in the palace, and those who dared to leak the news nonsense would be held responsible!

A few days ago, I didn't know what I heard from the person named Dong Yu Fangshi, and I wanted to collect the immortal dew on the high platform called Shou Ling Altar in the Zhaoxian Pavilion, and transferred the Yulin Army to guard it, isolating the internal and external news. After so many days, it can't help but make people worry when they think about it!

Although Wei Zifu doesn't know the history books, he also knows that the previous dynasty is not far away, and the first emperor is not because he is obsessed with immortality, and he dies, and the Great Qin Empire is in ashes! And once the emperor's body has a mistake, his mother and son ......! Thinking of this, she was even more worried in her heart, looking at the little figure jumping in front of her, she couldn't help but clench her palms tighter and tighter, and her long nails pierced the flesh and didn't seem to notice .......

At the same moment, on the window of the second floor of Fanxue Building in Luliu Lane, Chang'an City, two children were lying on their stomachs watching the scenery on the street.

Yuan Zhao was casually perfunctory with Ma Xiaoqi's words, while staring at the moonlight in a daze.

Ma Xiaoqi is Ma Qi's son, the child who took care of Yuan Zhao that time. During this time, he has been following Yuan Zhao, maybe because he has lacked playmates since he was a child, he is very attached to Yuan Zhao, and he lives like a fart with Yuan Zhao.

The moonlight at this time is not very good, hazy as if covered with a halo, "People in that world, will they be watching the same moon as me at this time?" Looking at the hazy world in front of him, Yuan Zhao felt very lost.

Zhuxue Building is a teahouse, and the owner's family is Mrs. Na, named Su Hongyun, and the girl in the green dress is her only daughter, with a nice name Su Lingzhi. There are also a few men who seem to be men and guards, in addition to Zhao Yuan and Ma Qi, who he has known for a long time, there are also Hou Wu, Qian Liu and Song Jiu, all with strange names.

With Yuan Zhao's eyes, of course, he saw that these people were light and agile, and they were all practicing families, and they didn't know what they did before, but they wondered how they could do this cheap work in this small teahouse.

Maybe it was because he knew that he had treated Ma Qi, and several people were very kind to him, and even Qian Liu, who was born with a cold face, would nod his head and say hello when he met him. Ma Qi's injury recovered quickly, Yuan Zhao changed the medicine for him again, and after slowly healing like this, his leg should be fine, this man was grateful, but he couldn't express his words, and he was afraid that Yuan Zhao's body had not recovered, so he sent his kid Ma Xiaoqi to follow him all day long and play with him.

Mrs. Su Hongyun was very good to Yuan Zhao, and seeing that he was helpless, she let him live in Fanxue Tower first.

He only heard the little fat man Ma Xiaoqi say later that in the few days when he was in a coma, Mrs. was afraid that a few big men would not take care of people, and at night, she was watching Yuan Zhao herself. Yuan Zhao remembered that in his confused impression, several times he had a nightmare of falling into the boundless darkness, he struggled and cried in fear...! Every time he was at his most helpless, there always seemed to be a pair of warm and gentle hands holding him, and there was a sound in his ears like the lullaby he had heard his mother hum when he was very young, and he gradually calmed down.

He thought that those were just fragments of a dream, but then he understood that it was Su Hongyun who was taking care of him. Thinking of this, Yuan Zhao felt a very strange emotion in his heart, which was mixed with gratitude and admiration for the warm maternal love that he had lacked in his previous life.

Yuan Zhao felt a little cool on his eyebrows and sideburns, he touched it, it was not tears, it was wet by the autumn dew, only then did he find that the fog began to rise between the heavens and the earth, and the moon became more and more hazy.

"Life is like morning dew, in the blink of an eye, the past life is gone, what should I do in this life?"

Yuan Zhao took a deep breath, pursed his lips and gently blew a tune, which was the tune of "Bright Moon Thousands of Miles to Send Acacia", the soothing melancholy rhythm gradually dissolved into the moonlight of Chang'an City two thousand years ago, the breeze was blowing, the rhyme flowed, someone on the road stopped to listen, the noisy sound downstairs gradually subsided, and the girl named Lingzhi not far away turned her head to look at this side, and a trace of inexplicable brilliance flashed in her eyes. Even the little fat man who had been nagging beside him couldn't stop chattering widened his eyes and looked at Yuan Zhao in surprise, as if he didn't understand how he could blow such a nice tune just with his mouth.

It's a strange tune, I've never heard it before, but ...... It's really good!