The recovery of Chang'an was in the third year of the outbreak of the An Lushan Rebellion and the spring of the second year of Tang Zhide.

Zhide is the name of Li Heng of Tang Suzong.

Su Zong presided over the Hanyuan Palace. Xuanzong was placed in Xingqing Palace.

recalled that after he responded to the call in Ma Weiyi, executed Yang Guozhong and Yang Yuhuan, led a group of civil and military forces to part ways with Xuanzong, and went north to Lingwu to ascend the throne and claim the emperor, and gather troops to quell the rebellion, it was only a year ago.

Now, his two sons, Li Li and Li Qi, are still leading Guo Ziyi and Li Guangbi to fight against the rebels, and the territory of the Tang Empire may be divided again at any time.

Chang'an City, the former prosperous and vast metropolis, once had more than 2 million residents, only from the Western Regions, Tocharo, Kangguo, Tianzhu, Nanzhao, Tubo, Fusang, Dashi and other foreign envoys, business travelers, students, expatriates, etc., there are more than 200,000 people, what a prosperous and prosperous people.

At present, there are more broken walls and ruins, and there is not one in a hundred of the gate lords, officials and ordinary people. The Chang'an he recovered was nothing more than a dilapidated empty city.

Now that I think about it, I can't help but smile bitterly, the easiest thing to be an emperor is probably the moment I ascend the throne.

However, after all, he has the blood of the great Heavenly Khan Li Shimin in his body. Everything will be fine.

History has proved that Tang Suzong is indeed a very executive emperor. He first summoned the exiled officials to return to the dynasty and rebuilt the government offices at all levels, liaised with the gate lords to borrow money and grain to replenish the treasury and military supplies, and sent competent officials to strengthen the management of production and taxation in the places on both sides of the Yangtze River that were still under the rule of the Tang Dynasty; at the same time, he deployed local officials in Gyeonggi to repair the city walls and fang markets, and returned the residents, merchants, and craftsmen of all walks of life.

Chang'an, the once prosperous capital, is struggling to recover. Those bizarre stories happened in such times.

Early autumn. By midday, the sun was no longer so dazzling. The weather is clear, the mountains and rivers spread out like a picture scroll, and you can see the Jungnam Mountains in the distance from the horse.

Out of the Chunming Gate of Chang'an City, on a thoroughfare to the southeast. A master and a servant are riding their horses unhurriedly.

In front of him was a young man. He wore a round-necked beard with house sleeves cut in cyan Shu brocade, and the large collar was naturally turned out, revealing a white satin undergarment. There is a small square of white jade embedded in the soft feet on the head, and the scarf is not tied, allowing it to float behind the head. An uninhibited style.

At that time, most of the children of the family in Chang'an were dressed like this.

His handsome face has clear eyebrows and a natural smile. The ears are also well-born, with clear contours, round earlobes, and the appearance of a bodhisattva. A smiling and uninhibited demeanor, pleasing and cute. Anyone who sees it wants to take a few more looks.

Looking at the waist again, on the leather belt inlaid with black gems, in addition to a jade pendant, there is also a straight-edged long knife, a sheath of mullet skin, and a handle of rhino horn covered with silver. I guess he is a son of a military family, or he is a military attaché in the court.

The son has a black horse in his crotch, oily like ink, his eyes are like anger, and he is arrogant.

The high-quality saddle bridle is also made by craftsmen in the Western Regions. The horse was originally very majestic, but the black satin-like mane was carefully combed into small buns, and two small brass bells were tied to each bun with red ropes, which jingled with the horse's hooves.

Probably because the boy was born happy, so he also dressed up the horse in joy.

The servants behind him, the clothes, and the horses are naturally matched with the identity of the master. It was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with a small scarf in a bun and a dark face. A hippie smile, a big mouth that seems to have never been closed, and a clean and white mouth. It's not chic and handsome, but it's also very likable.

The two of them hurried the road unhurriedly, and the whip in their hands did not ride the horse, but just waved around in their hands, leisurely, as if wandering in the Yangzhou Flower Lane in the spring of March.

This joyful master and servant walked on the official road that had not yet been repaired and was still dilapidated, which was very incommensurate with the difficult years of war.

I walked for about half an hour. Suddenly there was a noise of killing and shouting in front of him, and the rough shouts were mixed with a few girl's coquettish shouts.

It doesn't sound like a battle between regular armies, it should be the homeless people who lost their homes during the war and robbed them halfway, although the imperial court has appeased the homeless people several times, there will still be news of the grass cuts to Chang'an.

The master and servant stepped forward at a gallop.

Sure enough, it was a gang of dozens of ragged villagers. Most of them used agricultural hoes and iron forks as weapons, and a few wielded knives and guns picked up on the battlefield, some of them were rebel and some of them were Yulin army.

Led by a slightly fatter and slightly rugged man, not tall, with his chest and breasts exposed, brandishing a Turkic scimitar, he made a gesture and shouted to order his subordinates to come forward and fight.

Surrounded by the crowd was a carriage carved with gold lacquer and bright yellow tassels, and the two yellow horses driving were draped with brocade feathers and bridle heads inlaid with gold and jade. Exquisite and luxurious, it is no wonder that so many strongmen have been recruited.

Guarding the carriage were four young girls of fifteen or sixteen years old. She looks like a Han woman, but she is wearing the costume of a Tianzhu woman, a short dress made of gauze, with golden arms and snow-white arms, knee-length tight hakatans, revealing her curved and graceful calves, and purple and gold bells tied with colorful silk threads around her ankles; and her small and beautiful feet without shoes and socks.

The four delicate babies are graceful and flexible, and they fight in one place with all the grass cowards, but they are like dancing and playing, which inevitably makes people suspect that they are the flying fairies in the temple painting wall.

The son on the black horse kept smiling, but he had already seen that the kung fu of the four women was really good, but they hung the Wu hook around their waists, and each used the soft whip of leopard tendons to fight with the thieves, and the tricks only fell on the sore spots, and they did not want to take people's lives. That's why he fought with the homeless grass cubicles.

The smiling boy turned to the young servant, but saw that the little guy was smiling stupidly, his eyes were firmly fixed on the four graceful girls, and his tongue was about to stick out.

Childe's mouth snorted, and the smiling servant came back to his senses, knowing that Childe was letting him hurry to stop them. hurriedly snorted: "You stinky village horsemen, don't hurry up and get away from the fairy sister." ”

Listening to this little guy's words, the son snorted and laughed. When the crowd heard this, they hurriedly stopped and looked this way.

The reckless man at the head looked at the two of them, and saw that their master and servant horses were freshly dressed, and the young man who looked like a servant was still wrapped in a cage. only thought that the person who came must be a rich child, and when he didn't think much, he waved his hand and divided a group of people, shouting and rolling towards the two.

Seeing this, the little servant did not change his hippie smile, and untied a pair of iron whips behind his back with his backhand. On one side, he had to dismount and fight with everyone.

The smiling son knows that it will be difficult to solve the struggle like this, and he can't let everyone know that it is difficult to retreat. Immediately waved his hand and made a gesture in the void. When the servant saw this, he grinned, shrunk his neck, and quickly put away his body. I thought in my heart that I still have to have more experience in this little ability, and I can show off my skills when I meet such beautiful sisters in the future.

Seeing more than a dozen grass cowards coming towards him, the boy was still sitting on a black horse. He grinned and raised his left hand slightly. Everyone was stunned, not knowing what method the boy would use, and stopped there carefully, but saw that the boy just stretched out his hand to his ear and gently twisted his earlobe.

This is his habit since childhood, and when something happens, he will gently twist his earlobe a few times. Probably he liked his ears very much.

The crowd babbled in their hearts, and continued to move forward with courage. But I saw the boy's right arm bent and reached to his waist. The crowd was stunned again, they had already seen the treasure knife on his waist, thinking that this son must also be a powerful character who can do kung fu, but they were afraid that he would not be as soft-hearted as a few girls, so they were more careful.

Who knew that the boy did not take the sword, but only took out one thing from a carved calfskin bag next to the hanging knife. Zhong Kou was puzzled, anxious and annoyed, and boldly moved forward a few times, but the cowardice was still stunned.

The smiling boy turned his hand into his palm and leaned forward with such a small thing, as if to show everyone a look. I saw that the boy was smiling and groaning, and there seemed to be words in his mouth. And the object in his hand grew larger and larger, and in a short time it was a foot high.

At this time, everyone could clearly see that it was a wooden Dharma Protector King Kong, holding a fiery demon pestle, although it was small, it looked very brave and fierce. At this time, it actually danced its body, and a pair of angry eyes, as if it was looking at itself.

Everyone was shocked, they had never seen such a method, and naturally they didn't know what was so powerful about it. Even the grass coars who were fighting with the four women also cheered and surrounded them.

When the angry King Kong was about the size of a three-year-old child, he suddenly jumped down from the child's hand and fell to the ground with a bang, smashing up a puff of smoke and dust. When he looked at it again, he turned into a King Kong giant ten feet away, completely covering everyone under him. The fierce god with green fangs, angry eyes, roaring to the sky, the giant pestle dance will fight hard in mid-air at any time to smash everyone into bloody meatloaf.

Cao Kou understood it now, and immediately shouted and hugged his head and scattered.

The four young maids can also see it clearly at this moment. Although he can solve the mystery of this, he also understands that this son must have extraordinary means and is not easy to provoke. I don't know if the two of them saw that the road was uneven, or if they had other plans, so they dodged close to the carriage and protected them more tightly.

The thieves dispersed, and there was silence all around.

Under the autumn sun, the hand of the son is still the exquisite wood carving small head, the high-quality golden silk nanmu shines with gorgeous brilliance, lifelike, very lovely.

By this time, the people in the car had probably caught a glimpse of what was happening. With a crisp and sweet laughter, the small curtain of Tuanhua Su Jin was opened by a jade hand.

A beautiful face is hidden there, with willowy eyebrows, a small nose, shallow dimples, and a graceful smile, revealing a playful tiger tooth. The compelling youth is accompanied by a terrifying fragrance, flowing from her every pore, overflowing the vast world of autumn.

Even if the real Grim Reaper comes, in the face of her youthful beauty, she will definitely be willing to turn into a bouquet of clay.

"Thank you!" a soul-intoxicating cry.

Suddenly, the woman's eyebrows furrowed.

Because, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the jade pendant on the boy's waist. It was a very unusual jade pendant. Even though it was a dozen steps away, it was clear at a glance that it was that thing.

It was a piece of jade. Yujue, simply put, is a round jade with a notch. The head and tail of the jade jue gap are two dragon heads paired, the dragon body is a cloud and thunder pattern, the shape is clumsy and exquisite, and the knife technique is concise and simple. There is also a piece of reddish color on it.

That jade jue is not a sample of the Tang Dynasty, but an ancient jade.

In the fifteenth year of Zhenguan, * defeated the invading Xue Yantuo Department. Xue Yantuo's leader, Zhenzhu Khan Yinan, constantly sent tribute to Li Shimin, the son of Tang Dynasty. This ancient jade is one of them. After several times, it was transferred to Li Li, the king of Guangping, that is, his father. A year ago, my father rewarded people with it.

The girl in the car gave a few maids a little look, and the two maids occupied the left and right wheels and drove the horses, and the remaining two maids were guarded at the back of the car.

The carriage and horse are going back to Chang'an. Just passing by the master and servant standing in front, the master-like girl looked at the smiling boy, and shouted crisply: "We will meet again!" and galloped away.

The two masters and servants, who were originally happy, were stunned for a moment and looked at each other. The little servant asked with a hippie smile: "Childe, when did you meet such a beautiful woman? The boy gave him a chestnut chisel and said, "I don't know." And he drove his horse forward.

"County Lord, do you know that happy boy?" asked the maid who was driving. Although they are master and servants, they are like sisters, and they can ask many things.

"He's the swinger. ”

The girl in the car pretended to be mysterious, and couldn't help but feel a slight heat on her face, and no one saw the shy red glow sweeping over her pear-like face.