In Chang'an, the nearest Fang City to the Imperial Palace is inhabited by dignitaries, and in this Fang City, there is a mansion that is very special.

What is special is not how large the area is and how luxuriously the mansion is built, but that it is a detached house.

Beyond the walls of this mansion are wide streets.

On the main entrance of the mansion hangs the word "Luo".

Once Zhaocheng Luo's son came to Chang'an and lived in Yinghou Mansion, Dong'ahou Mansion or Wushuang Hou Mansion, and finally Luo's chose an unchanged mansion.

On weekdays, there are not many people in the palace, but after the Son of Heaven issued an edict to the princes of the world to enter Beijing, the Principality of Zhao sent a huge mission.

Luo Bai, Luo Qing, Wang Wenjun, etc., as well as hundreds of people accompanying them, plus the guards, came to Chang'an in a mighty way, and this mansion alone could not live.

"What does Madame think of Chang'an?"

Luo Bai looked at Wang Wenjun, who was admiring the plum blossoms, and asked with a smile, Luo Qing and the others also looked at him.

Wang Wenjun is still wearing a single dress, and the cuffs between his hands slipped down to the elbows, revealing a piece of wrist like frost and snow, and the wonderful person stood under the plum tree, and the girl's delicate face was better than the spotted snow plum.

Hearing Luo Bai's question, she groaned slightly, her lips opened slightly, and her teeth said lightly: "The prosperity of Chang'an is beyond the reach of the counties, especially Luoyang."

But the concubine still prefers Zhaocheng, there is a light of holy light at night, and the silence in the Luo Palace is reassuring.

This prosperous place is probably not suitable for concubines, and when I came here, I saw the world, but I thought about it. ”

Luo Qing sighed and said, "I lived in Zhaocheng when I was young, and it was the happiest time in my life, and I have been living in Chang'an since then.

Alas.

In this life, I am afraid that I will die of old age in Chang'an, and I will be able to return to Zhaocheng after death. ”

As soon as Luo Qing's words came out, someone suddenly smiled bitterly, it was Hou Luolan, the peerless Hou of the Western Regions, and he smiled bitterly: "My brother lives in Chang'an and laments, I am in the Western Regions thousands of miles away from Zhaocheng, isn't it even more miserable?"

This Chang'an is at least stronger than the Western Regions, if it weren't for the Suwang Temple standing in the Western Regions, even the children of the family might not be able to hold on.

Fortunately, there is a temple army that can replace the dare soldiers, otherwise the dare soldiers have been guarding the Western Regions for decades, and the affairs are complicated, and the uncle will definitely have a headache. ”

Wang Wenjun didn't expect that his words would hook up the sadness of his two younger brothers, and several big men would sigh in the garden.

Seeing this, Luo Bai walked to Wang Wenjun's side and folded a plum blossom and inserted it in her sideburns, looked at her face that looked like a twenty-eight girl, and said with a slight emotion: "Madam, an immortal person like you should live in Zhaocheng and leave a legend for future generations."

There is a record of you in Taishi Gong's "Biography of Strange Women", and you have walked through this experience in Chang'an, just like the ancestor Xizi in the Book of Poetry, leaving many traces in this world.

At that time, the people of the world knew that the poems of the husband were not half-false. ”

The world soon knew.

The edict ordering the princes of the world to enter Beijing was in the autumn of the eleventh year of Lingjue, and when the spring of the twelfth year of Lingjue began, even the farthest and slowest princes arrived.

All the princes of the world have arrived, and the ceremony is about to begin.

This ceremony is not a ceremony to celebrate the prince and the princess, although the princes entered Beijing because they gave birth to the prince, but because the princes came to Chang'an at different times, Huo Guang ordered the princes who arrived first to enter the palace to congratulate, in fact, this celebration has been skipped.

From the autumn of the eleventh year of Lingjue to the beginning of the spring of the twelfth year of Lingjue, for such a long time, the queen mother has been summoning women from various families except Luo's family into the palace, hoping to choose a queen with good looks for the emperor.

Although it has not yet been announced who will win, the ceremony of canonizing the queen has begun to be prepared, and everyone knows that one must be chosen.

It's the Chinese New Year!

The Son of Heaven ordered the princes to enter the palace, although it has gradually begun to spring, but the cold of early spring, still more than nine, Chang'an is still cold and windy, and the last thin snow flakes of early spring fall.

The nobles wore thick brocade clothes into the palace, and among them, Wang Wenjun was very eye-catching.

From the moment she stepped off the Rock's carriage, it instantly attracted the attention of the audience, both men and women, who were amazed by her beauty.

The big man is still red, and black-red, red-and-white are the classic colors of various clothes.

On the occasion of the New Year, the princes and princes of the princess are dressed in red brocade clothes, and Wang Wenjun is dressed in a vermilion skirt, which is a common dress for aristocratic women.

"Is that Wang Wenjun and Wang Mingjun, the wives of Gongzi Bai in Taishi Gong's "Biography of Strange Women"?

It is said that the history of the death of people is not as good as the death of this strange woman, so the history books were born, presumably to prove that the history books he wrote are recorded according to the truth. ”

"If it is really a country and a city, the women of the world will be eclipsed in front of her."

"What Taishi Gong wrote turned out to be true, I really don't know what kind of scenery the snow dance should be."

"Hate is not born in Luo's."

An official woman asked her mother curiously, "Mother, this lady was born in the reign of Emperor Er, she is not young, why is she still like a girl, even younger than my daughter and me?" ”

Her mother whispered: "This lady is not an ordinary mortal, she has the ability to be immortal, and she is a kind of heavenly daughter with the Xizi of the ancient Bang Zhou. ”

West.

The synonym of beauty between the summers, praising any beauty will appear a sentence, "looks like Xizi" and "can be compared to Xizi", but that is just a boast.

When a woman who is really no less than Xizi appears, the impact on these noble women who pride themselves on their beauty on weekdays is too great.

Especially the red face is not old!

If they can get this blessing, they are willing to pay any price.

The men are okay, after all, the tracks between men and women are different, but a wave of envy and jealousy for Gongzi Bai suddenly rose.

All a man wants is glory and wealth, a beautiful woman, and any good thing can be won by the boy!

Isn't it just reincarnated!

The Luo people felt everyone's gaze, of course they knew what they were thinking and they were thinking, and they had long been used to it.

Especially Wang Wenjun, she was born like this, she had already exercised a big heart that was not moved by external objects in Luo's family, and after getting off the carriage, she followed Luo Bai directly, facing the fluttering snowflakes and going to the palace.

As the snowflakes gradually fell, the palace was covered with a layer of white and silver, and a large group of people dressed in red brocade walked in the middle of it, and when seen from the sky, it was as if a flame was born in the ice and snow.

Entering the hall, Gong E guided Luo Bai to one of the top positions, and the first place in the middle of the hall was naturally the position of the emperor and the queen mother.

His Royal Highness is the first auxiliary general Huo Guang on the left, and the first on the right is the auxiliary prime minister, Luo Bai sits on the left second, he comes on behalf of the Duke of Zhao, as a foreign duke, his status is lower than the prime minister.

Luo Bai sat down, Wang Wenjun, as his wife, sat flat on his right hand, and the cups and cups in front of the two were exactly the same, reflecting the customs of the Han husband and wife everywhere, and the husband was slightly higher, but the status was equal.

As the princes and princes sat down one after another, there were too many people in the palace, and the ministers with real power of more than 2,000 stone in the entire central court of the Han Dynasty and the county were all here.

No one has ever seen this kind of grand event even when Emperor Xiaoxuan collapsed and mourned, after all, the condolences came in batches, and the princes who were the farthest away did not even come, but only sent documents.

This time is different!

The emperor is still a little ignorant, but Huo Guang attaches unprecedented importance to it, if the audience is too small, he will feel too regretful, so even the king of Dawandong and the king of Lingnan, who are thousands of miles away from Chang'an, or even thousands of miles away, have to rush over.

When Huo Guang appeared with the empress dowager and the emperor, the ministers in the palace sang in unison: "The gods of King Su are in the sky, bless the son of heaven who bless Zhuxia, may you be safe and blessed, and all souls will be blessed!"

Bless the great Han's national ancestor, ten thousand years! ”

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