On the eighth day of November, in the morning, the autumn wind was bleak, and it was raining lightly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe rain beats on the unknown leaves in the courtyard, and the rustling sound is not noisy, which contrasts with a different kind of quiet.

Zhang Fang stood in the corridor in front of the stilted building, looking at the row of bead-like water droplets on the eaves, frowning silently. The ghost weather in the southwest had a great impact on his plans today. As you can almost imagine, it won't be a smooth day.

"The night is stormy, eventful." Zhang Fang sighed slightly, and looked sideways at Feiyan, who was as gentle as the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, "Today will be very busy, you have to be prepared." ”

Feiyan hung her head, bit her red lip, and suddenly made a bold move. She lifted her robe lightly, revealing her light green silk pants, and smiled lightly: "The slave is ready." ”

Trousers? It's pants!

Zhang Fang smiled and gave Feiyan a thumbs up - but unfortunately Feiyan looked inexplicable and didn't know what he meant.

Men of the Han Dynasty with lower social status generally wore hakama (poor pants), such as peddlers and pawns, but women did not wear pants. When I came to the southwest, I saw many Yi girls wearing short clothes and trousers, and they were placed in the Han realm, which was a strange dress that could never be tolerated.

But Zhang Fang is an admirer of pants, and in the years when he picked up Star City, he basically wore pants, and the Hanfu with wide sleeves and long shirts was absolutely not suitable for outside the city. Not only do they wear it themselves, but all members of his guard wear trench coats and leather pants inside, even if they are put into modern times.

However, there is no way to return to the Han realm, Zhang Fang's power and influence are not enough to influence the world and reform the costumes. The ancients' concept of clothing was not as casual as it is in modern times, but was quite important and regarded as an important part of etiquette. The so-called Chinese "have the beauty of uniforms, which is called Hua; There is a great etiquette, so it is called summer". Looking at the fact that clothing has been raised to this level, you can imagine how difficult it is to change the concept.

During the Warring States Period, King Zhao Wuling was the king of a country and forcibly promoted the reform of clothing, but he only achieved "Hufu riding and shooting". Who do you think will wear a hufu every day? Zhang Fang's tights and pants are also first-class in the eyes of the scholars, and no one cares about wearing them in the "Hu Land" of Star City, but when he returns to the Han Realm, he can't do so.

Zhang Fang still "respects" the customs of the ancients in this regard. However, his taste in dressing does not affect the people of the world, but it greatly affects the people around him, and Feiyan is one of them.

Feiyan was born as a dancing girl and has a strong acceptance of fancy dresses. Along the way, it was men's clothing, and I listened to Zhang Fang talk about many things in the Western Regions, and I was full of yearning for the career of drinking and galloping outside the Saiwai. With Zhang Fang's consent, she did it herself and made several sets of tights and hakama...... Unexpectedly, it hasn't been out of the plug yet, so this comes in handy.

"Childe." Han Chong, who was wearing a bamboo hat and a robe, rushed to the splashing water, bowed and said, "King Yelang urges Gongzi to attend the ceremony. ”

Zhang Fang smiled deeply: "It's about to start." ”

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Although the pomp and circumstance of the succession ceremony of King Yelang is far from being comparable to that of the Emperor of the Central Plains, it also has its own set of unique ceremonies.

First of all, it is necessary to go to Langshan Mountain and Yehe Mountain, which are a few miles away from the palace, to worship the mountain (bamboo) god. Of course, there are all kinds of singing and dancing, whether you can understand it or not, whether you can appreciate it or not, at least you must remain quiet and patient. In this regard, the guests did an impeccable job.

Although the weather is not beautiful, the rain has not stopped, but fortunately, the rain is not heavy, so there is a ride, and there is no ride. The mountain road is muddy, and it is inevitable that you will be covered in mud. Of course, the Han envoys, the Yelang kings, the Yelang kings, and the princes were not tainted with dirt, because they were carried in and out by slaves with lifting rods (the prototype of the slide bar).

Zhang Fang understood this, after all, this is a very sacred ceremony, and it is impossible to explain it when you are covered in mud.

After worshipping the mountain god, I tossed for almost two hours, and then I had to go to the Bamboo King Shrine to worship the ancestral spirit.

Zhang Fang watched the whole process, he only watched, did not worship. If people are there, they will be considered to have enough face, and they will pay homage? If the Han envoy is like the Son of Heaven, can your ancestors afford it?

There was a lot of trouble at the Bamboo King Shrine for nearly two hours, and it was not finished until the end of Shen Shi (about five o'clock in the afternoon). It was rainy in late autumn, and it was dark early, and when I returned to the palace and carried out the last succession ceremony, the whole palace was already burning with torches.

Zhang Fang confessed to a crime and went home to change his clothes. After a day of tossing, although the clothes were not very dirty, they were inevitably wet, and the boots were somewhat muddy.

As soon as he entered the hall, the left-behind Biao Xie hurriedly greeted him, and said in a low voice: "The left, right, and back three passages of the stockade have been cut off by Yi soldiers, and there are dozens of Yi soldiers monitoring the surrounding mountain tops, and there are also hundreds of Yi soldiers ambushing on the other side of the river. ”

Zhang Fang's face was heavy, and he nodded slowly: "Now, it depends on whether Ju Ji's method works." If not, even if you fight a bloody way, you have to break out. ”

"Zhao gives you something."

"No."

"Once the order is given to break out, do not bring all the baggage, only the armor and bows, and the three-day rations. The rest is discarded. ”

"Ahh Zhao Shuhai froze, came back to his senses for a while, and said hurriedly, "However, without heavy food and straw, even if you break out of the encirclement, you can't escape far......"

Zhang Fang looked directly at Zhao Shuhai and said: "First, we don't escape, we just rush out of the encirclement of the palace; Second, we have backup, food and straw, don't worry. ”

Zhao Shuhai was mixed: "It turns out that the prince has already made arrangements and has backup, so the relationship is good...... It's just that there are many Yelang people, even if they take advantage of their unpreparedness for a while and break out of the encirclement, if they don't get out in time, they are only afraid of ......"

Zhang Fang patted the door of the dutiful man with a rare look, full of confidence: "We have nothing to fear, it is the Yelang people who should be afraid." If you miss tonight, the Yelang people of the Ming Dynasty will be a mess and will no longer be able to take care of us. ”

Although I don't know what Fupinghou's plan is, the strong self-confidence revealed by these words also deeply infected Zhao Shuhai, which made him feel refreshed and wanted to ask carefully. I saw that the elusive Liu Feng came out of nowhere, rushed forward, and bowed down.

"Master, the little one is called, please command."

Called? Zhao Shuhai rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, he followed Fuping Hou all day long, never leaving an inch, didn't see him give any orders? It's weird. This pair of master servants, one mysterious, the other unseen, is indeed a servant of Allah.

Zhang Fang was changing his clothes under Feiyan's service, turned around when he heard the sound, and said word by word: "Take the three flags as the signal, and launch it when you see the news." ”

Liu Feng paused heavily: "No!" Keeping a bow, he slowly retreated, and after a while, disappeared into the darkness.

The feeling of the stuffy gourd was too uncomfortable, Zhao Shuhai endured it again and again, but he still couldn't hold back his words: "The prince ......"

Zhang Fang interrupted him with a smile: "I know what you want to ask. Well, if your subordinates move fast enough, at most an hour later, you will be able to see the difference. ”

Han Chong's happy voice came from outside the hall: "The rain has stopped!" ”