Changan.

Tai Chi Palace.

Tai Chi Temple.

In the first month of the twenty-first year of the Tang Dynasty, the white color covered the most glorious place in the Tang Dynasty. The biting north wind blew, but the people who came and went didn't seem to feel it, just lowered their heads and silently did their own things, everyone's body, whether they were dressed in purple, crimson or green, cyan (the color of Tang Dynasty officials' uniforms, from high to low purple, crimson, green, cyan), there was a touch of white. It will be late, and only when these people occasionally look up at the Taiji Hall will you see their faces, and you will see a touch of melancholy on their faces, but only for a flash, they will sigh secretly, shake their heads and walk away.

This year is a unique year in the history of the Tang Dynasty, because there were three emperors sitting on the throne of the Taiji Hall this year. Two of them became the first emperors.

Just after New Year's Day, Emperor Li Shi, who had lived a hard life for more than 20 years, died in a depressed mood, and the crown prince Li Yuming, who should have been enthroned, was even more bitter, suffering from a stroke, hemiplegia in bed, unable to speak, and even difficult to convey the holy will, not to mention governing the country? On the 23rd day of the first month, Dezong died, the prince had a stroke in bed, the people in Chang'an City were once panicked, it is said that the envoy in the palace did not mourn, and had already made preparations for the establishment of a new monarch, who expected the prince to be resolute, actually got up from the sickbed, purple clothes and bast shoes, and inspected the army. In the fourth year of Jianzhong, when the Jingyuan army was in turmoil, Dezong fled from Chang'an in a hurry, it was the prince who took the lead and led the army to break off, so the prince was very prestigious in the forbidden army, and the army saw that the new monarch was unharmed, the morale was high, and the people's hearts were settled, and the prince was safely enthroned in the Taiji Hall on the 26th. Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Xinjun was seriously ill and did not recover, and he worked hard for days, and he actually fell ill again. It seems that this year's Datang life should be full of disasters and difficulties! Just when everyone was worried, suddenly a small eunuch rushed out of the Liangyi Hall behind the Taiji Palace, ran to the west of the palace in the palace of the province, and whispered to a middle-aged man in plain clothes who was sitting with a white beard: "Lieutenant, the emperor has spoken!" ”

The man looked stunned, and then the eyes of a group of ministers around him looked at him together.

In the Liangyi Palace

Wu Song woke up from his slumber, looked up, and muttered: It's not dawn yet! As soon as I wanted to get up, my head was numb and painful, and I could barely move my hands and feet. Looks like I drank too much last night. It's like waking up from a dream, and even his own home looks different from usual. Family? No, it's not my home. Wu Song opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a bright yellow on the top of his head, a few patches of white blurred around his eyes, and a few bright candles shining in the distance.

He is now in Xi'an, and his home is in northern Jiangsu.

Wu Song was born in a famous poor county in northern Jiangsu, the children of the poor have long been in charge, knowing that the family is not easy Li Song is serious about playing small studies, is a well-known "little showman" in several neighboring villages, the villagers all know that Wu Song writes a good hand, and during the New Year, he is asked to help write the Spring Festival couplets. After speaking, everyone praised together.

During the college entrance examination, Wu Song vomited and diarrhea, did not play well, and was admitted to the history department of a normal university in the provincial capital. Mr. Qian Zhongshu said that in the university, science students look down on liberal arts students, literature in the liberal arts looks down on history, history students look down on philosophy, philosophy students look down on education, and education students have to look down on each other. Fortunately, this is where my interests lie, four years of college, excellent grades every year, love Tang history and Tang poetry, academic research far more than Fang Hongji, but unfortunately born in the countryside, without the help of the old father-in-law who opened a bank, he can't go abroad, he can't stay in school, there is no way to go to heaven, but fortunately, there is a door to go down, and he returned to a large state-owned enterprise in the city to teach in a factory-run school.

Others are aggrieved for him, but he himself doesn't care, he thinks it's good. The beginning is really good, the factory is very prosperous, Wu Song's life is also very moist, the students of the factory school, there is no pressure to go to school, most of them wait for Lao Tzu to retire and go up by themselves, many people will not study, and most of the things in society are clear. Every day, as soon as Wu Song entered the classroom, there were students who smoked. When I returned to the dormitory after school, a group of singles never started a group, but gathered together for three or two pieces to buy pig's head meat and wine, and the days were free.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, after the factory director changed, followed by the change of cars, and then changed the brand, changed the name (the factory was renamed the group, the factory director was renamed the chairman) and changed the wife, and a few years a new factory director successfully replaced the city's largest state-owned factory. Before the factory fell, Wu Song saw the future of the factory with its historical vision, at this time Wu Song had already married a wife and had children, without the freedom of calling for wine and eating meat earlier, in order to get rid of the predicament, Wu Song decided to take advantage of his own foundation, and he was old enough to take the civil service examination. The interview was also smooth sailing, and after coming out, I asked myself to be the first in the morning, so I went home triumphantly, hugged my wife, teased the children, and I knew that if a person could stuff his teeth if he carried it and drank cold water, the first place in the morning was not as good as the first place in the afternoon, and this person was in the same position as himself. Wu Song, who sighed that he was unlucky, had no choice but to watch this accounting student enter the history study unit, transfer his files from the factory-run school, and go home to be unemployed.

Fortunately, Wu Song is bold and affectionate, and has made a lot of friends. Among them, there is a Cheng Wanchu, who was originally a salesman in the factory, and went out to work alone after making a fortune, and the business is only in East China, but he opened a world of goods and trade, and Wu Song does not know each other, and has become a friend at the wine table. With the help of Wu Song, Cheng Wanchu's career was smooth, and gradually extended his tentacles to the northwest of the motherland.

Originally, Wu Song was a family lover and was reluctant to travel, but the other party's boss graduated from the History Department of Northwest Normal University, and he also loved Tang history and Tang poetry. This time the company sent someone to Xi'an for the first time, and Wu Song was of course the best candidate. So, with Cheng Wanchu's expectant vision, Wu Song resolutely flew into the blue sky of the motherland and flew to Xi'an, the ancient capital that he had loved for a long time.

As soon as the other party saw Wu Song coming, he was really overjoyed, and after arranging for Wu Song to rest, he went to a hotel called "Daming Palace" with Tang style and Song Yun that night (purely fictitious), and Wu Song did not talk about official business in Hanyuan Hall, but only talked about hobbies, and Fengyue. The more you talk, the more speculative you are, counting the emperors and generals of the Tang Dynasty, the merit and the hemorrhoids of athlete's foot, the other party Wang always smiled and said: "You kid, you are so clear about the emperor how many times a day, eighty percent of the last life was the emperor of the Tang Dynasty." Wu Song laughed at himself and said: "As far as my unlucky luck is concerned, it is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and he is also the most unlucky one." ”

The beautiful foreign trade supervisor next to him, Guan Manager, asked confusedly: "The most unlucky among the emperors of the Tang Dynasty?" Which one is it? Mr. Wang and Wu Song turned their backs at the same time, cut, they didn't know this, and gave the beautiful Miss Guan a big contempt. The students of the Department of History and Education have a big face in front of the students of the Department of Foreign Languages.

Which one is the unluckiest? Li Yubei, the one with the same name as my name.

Li Xu, Tang Shunzong, speaking of bad luck, he is indeed unlucky, it has always been difficult to be a prince, and he is the longest prince in Chinese history, when he was about to get out, he had a stroke, he couldn't speak, and he didn't take the throne for long, because his Donggong group promoted reform, was forced to step down by the powerful and eunuchs, and passed the throne to his son Li Chun, who died of illness not long after, in addition to the term "two kings and eight Simas" of the Donggong Group, people can also know that there was an emperor named Li Yu in history, Largely obscure, he was in fact an emperor who was both ambitious and talented. Therefore, Wu Song said that he was the most unlucky emperor in the history of the Tang Dynasty, and he was not wronged at all.

So the two sides laughed and continued to drink, when did they finish, Wu Song had no impression at all, only remembered that Mr. Wang laughed at Wu Song with his tongue and said: "Your tongue is twisted, and you still drink!" Look at what you can, you really think of yourself as the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. "Then I don't know anything.

It seems that he should be in the hotel now, this hotel, in the end, is in Xi'an, even the hotel is built antique, there is the charm of the Tang Dynasty, and the decoration is enough to be high-grade, at least seven stars, look at this Wang is always polite, it is really interesting. Compared with this, the so-called modern hotel in my hometown has neither modern characteristics nor classical connotations. But Wu Song only has time to express this emotion now, because Wu Song is very uncomfortable now. And Xiaohou, who came with him, didn't know where to go. Wu Song felt that he had a splitting headache now, his throat was dry and sore, he wanted to drink water, he wanted to shout but he couldn't make a sound, and he was tired. Remembering that there should be a phone next to the bed in the hotel, he stretched out his hand to touch, and touched a lock of soft things, like human hair, Wu Song didn't think about it, and continued to touch, but he heard a crisp sound, Wu Song excitedly said, "Look at the decoration of this hotel, things are not cheap, if you smash any treasure, it will be bad, we may not be able to afford it." So he didn't care about the headache, struggled, sat up from the bed, just sat up, saw a pair of beautiful eyes, and then heard a surprise call, a woman wearing a beautiful palace dress and elegant temperament asked excitedly:

"Your Majesty, you are awake."

Your Majesty?

Li Song, who was confused for a while, looked at this unfamiliar place with his eyes, looked at the unfamiliar palace beauties, and subconsciously replied:

"Huh?"

(New arrivals, please smash the ticket!) ）