After thirty-six pieces, the dance finally ended.

The spectators erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Some people do it for the dance, some people for the tune, and some people just cheer for the emperor, because the song was written by the emperor.

There are also people who are just for the concubine and crazy, because the concubine is a symbol of prosperity.

There is no one in the dynasty who does not want to be a concubine, and no one in the dynasty who does not want to be the emperor.

The world is singing the praises of their tunes, their dances, their love.

But looking at such cheers, the emperor didn't laugh, the song is a good song, the concubine is also a good concubine, and the dance is even better, but why is it not happy to watch it?

Or do you feel that there is not enough?

The emperor was puzzled, the concubine had returned, she wiped the fragrant sweat on her face, and her young and charming body exuded youthful vitality.

Yes, the concubine is young, more than a dozen years younger than him, but they love each other very much.

The concubine said: "Your Majesty, the dance is over, it's time to watch the fireworks." ”

Yes, the neon dress and feather dance is not today's finale, the Shangyuan Festival, fireworks and lanterns are the theme of the festival.

The emperor took the concubine's hand and stood up, and then called to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen, accompany me to see the lights." ”

At the window on the third floor, there were four chamberlains, and after the emperor gave an order, the four chamberlains slowly pushed the large plain gauze window of the cross lattice, to both sides.

As the window is pushed, the middle of the place gradually reveals the night sky with light snow outside.

There are sixteen windows in this window, and it doesn't matter whether it's a window or a door.

The palace looks out through the door of the outside world.

When all the sixteen large windows were erected on both sides, the outside world became clearer.

It's almost time, this is the hour of the long night, and the previous Chang'an City has long been curfew at this time, and people are also sleeping in bed, which is a sleeping city.

But today is different, today is the Shangyuan Festival, at this time all the lanterns in Chang'an City are lit up, the long night is like day, and all the outside world is day.

Some lively guests ran out first, grabbed the half-man-high parapet wall, and began to look down on the daytime world below.

Below is the square of Xingqing Palace, at this time there have been tens of thousands of people, crowded with people, except for the head, basically nothing can be seen.

Standing in the midst of the sea of people, there is a lighthouse that reaches to the sky, I don't know how thick the lighthouse is, it just feels like a pillar rising from the ground in the square, becoming a symbol in the square, and I don't know how tall he is, his top has been connected with the snowflakes, towering into the sky.

Its body is decorated with various colored lanterns, which are full of colors, forming a pattern of flowers from bottom to top.

The lights are shining, the fire trees are silver, and the flowers are blooming...... This must be the most beautiful lantern a person has ever seen.

But beauty isn't the most striking thing about this lighthouse.

How did this pattern come about?

How are these lights put up?

How did this lighthouse come up?

When he just came in, it wasn't yet, like some immortal had suddenly been placed here.

Looking at the jaw-dropping and ecstatic appearance of the guests, the emperor showed a satisfied and smug smile.

This is custom-made by the skilled craftsmen he found from all over the world, and it took more than half a year for the lamp oil money alone to use up the taxes paid by the three provinces, not to mention anything else.

There is no one else in this world who has the ability to build such a lighthouse, to build such a lighthouse for the people to see.

The people should be grateful to him and submit to him, because there will be no emperor in this world who can give up for their happiness.

I don't know if there are any comers.

There is no one before it.

Not only the people should thank him, but the whole world should be grateful to him, fortunate to have a neon dress and feather dance, to have such a lighthouse, even if it is the far west at the other end of the desert, there is no such luxurious scenery, right?

Because only the prosperous age under his rule could build such a lighthouse.

At this time, the emperor had already stood at the front of the daughter wall, looking at the lantern pattern that kept beating like fireflies, he was a little uncontrollable excited.

Because this pattern of change is not all of the lighthouse, the lighthouse can still be turned, because on top of it, there is a round wheel, and what people can see now is not all of the lighthouse at all.

The emperor was thinking about it, and the bell of the bell and drum tower rang.

At midnight, three watches.

In the past, people were asleep, but not today, and he will wake up those who are asleep to see the prosperity he has forged.

As the last bell fell, a magical phenomenon suddenly appeared above the lighthouse.

A huge light wheel is rotating, and the pattern on the light wheel will change every few breaths, how can the light wheel still rotate? And it's so big that even a few hundred people can't do it.

It's so shocking, the light wheel itself is beautiful, and there are bursts of exclamation in the square, so far away, so high distance, but the Qinzheng Building can hear it together.

The ministers also cheered.

The royal relatives also cheered.

There are also those foreign envoys who stayed in Chang'an and were reluctant to leave......

There were cheers everywhere, because people had never seen such a luxurious spectacle, had never seen such a miraculous phenomenon, and it deserved to be cheered.

With a smile on his face, the Emperor looked at the cheering people with the eyes of a god who had been impressed by his abilities and charms, and that the cheers were not for the lighthouse, but for him.

Suddenly, a girl's voice with a Fan Yang accent came.

"Holy Lord, so many people watch, people crowd people, won't they squeeze people to death?"

The girl's voice is very high, normally speaking, it is high but also sweet, very good, but why is he so harsh when he listens to it?

The emperor turned his head, and a "road" immediately flashed behind him, and a girl stood at the other end of the "road", looking at him seriously.

If it's really Li Yushan's straw bale daughter, even if she beats someone, she can't speak.

In such a prosperous world, such a good night, and such a glorious moment, she wants to say that people step on people and trample on dead people, why is she so uneducated, I don't know if she shouldn't say things that others don't like to hear?

The emperor walked towards the girl and smiled, although he didn't speak, but anyone could hear that the laughter was really cold.

The people around quieted down, some people thought that this girl was blind, but some people were worried about her, would she be punished?

Li Yuyuan couldn't care so much, Ye Hanxuan said that there would be an explosion, she looked at the lighthouse and felt terrible, what could explode? Fire, the lighthouse is full of lights, and the lights are fire.

And if this lighthouse explodes, she doesn't know if it will destroy Chang'an City, and the 10,000 people in the square below will definitely die, and this Qinzheng Building, which seems to be the height of the lighthouse from the square, can't run.

will die, as long as Ye Hanxuan doesn't lie to her, she will die.

And Ye Hanxuan will never lie to her, she has to say it, but she has never been able to find a chance, and now she can't say it.