At this time of year, it is the happiest day for men, women and children in the imperial capital.

Not only because of the arrival of Chinese New Year's Eve, but also because only this kind of large-scale festival can see the six talents of the Tang family appear in the same frame.

On both sides of the street, people looked forward to it, despite the cold.

On the main road into the palace, there are countless fragrant cars and BMWs, all of which are the families of high-ranking officials of the Houmen who participated in the palace banquet.

This boy is so handsome, and the lady who lifts the curtain is also so beautiful......

The people exchanged heads, but their expressions and tones were still within the normal range.

But when the crowd was in the crowd, someone exclaimed: "It's coming, it's coming, the six juns of the Tang Mansion are here!" "Everyone rushed forward as if they had suddenly been beaten with blood.

Some danced with flowers, some shook their handkerchiefs, and tried their best to tiptoe, just to make the teenagers riding on tall horses stop at them.

This picture is no longer strange to the guards of the Tang Mansion, anyway, they have to come out like this every year.

They said they were unwavering, and even quite skillfully lined up in two teams to keep the fanatical Tang family fans on both sides of the street.

It's just that as the sons grow older and the more fans they harvest, they are about to be unable to stop.

They have nothing to do with being a tool wall, and they can only hope that a few sons will be older, and they will quickly marry wives and have children, so as to cool down these fanatical fans, and maybe they will be able to converge a little.

Ning Yuchu was almost hit on the head by a bouquet of flowers.

He stared at the bouquet lying on horseback, red and pink, white, roughly counting, almost ** hundred.

The weight alone is dozens of catties, and I don't know which one can throw it off with such a big arm strength.

He patted his chest with palpitations, fortunately it flashed quickly, otherwise the latest rumors of the imperial capital tomorrow were:

The prince of Liang was stoned to death by flowers in the street.

This way of dying is too light than a feather.

The convoy came to a standstill due to congestion on the road ahead.

A boy of three or four years old sat on his father's shoulder, standing tall in the crowd.

At this time, he tilted his head cutely across the guards, looking at Ning Yuchu curiously.

Ning Yuchu was extremely bored, and teased him: "Little ghost, what are you looking at?" ”

The boy opened his eyes wide and asked in a milky voice, "Who are you?" ”

Ning Yuchu raised his eyebrows, patted his chest, and raised his voice: "The little master is the earth-shattering crying ghosts, gods, flowers, fruits, mountains and rivers, curtain caves, monkey kings, Monkey King, Monkey King, Ning Yuchu is also!" ”

The boy exclaimed, "Your name is so long!" Sounds so powerful, but why didn't Xiaobao see you last year! ”

Ning Yu showed the look of you, a little ghost, who had never seen the world.

He raised his chin and said: "On weekdays, the master is on the way to learn scriptures in the west, of course you haven't seen it, and you will pass by here when you go to participate in the Pan Taoyuan feast." ”

Although the boy couldn't understand it, it didn't affect him to let out an envious wow.

At this time, the road was cleared and the procession began to move forward.

Ning Yuchu waved his hand handsomely: "The little master is going to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, so I won't have anything to do with you little ghost." ”

The boy reluctantly said, "Then can I see you next time?" ”

Ning Yuchu thought for a while and said, "When the master finishes cleaning up all the monsters on the road, let's talk about it." ”

The boy waved his hand obediently: "Then you have to hurry up and beat all the monsters away!" Xiaobao is waiting for you! ”

After walking for a distance, Ning Yuchu turned around, and the boy noticed it and waved goodbye to him vigorously.

He sighed, "What a deception! ”

Turning his head, he saw Tang Qingyi looking at him indescribably.

"Shizi, a story is a story, life is a life, don't get too deep into the play, let's attend the palace banquet tonight, don't smash the palace, we won't clean it up for you."

Ning Yuchu: ......

[Tang Li: Then am I a Tang monk or a Buddha? 】