For Li Shimin, the scene of Chang'an that night is unforgettable.

Occasionally, he would dream of that bustling street and linger in it.

Although it is not real, the bustling street scene and the smiling people are enough to make him yearn for the future generations.

And now, as far as the eye can see, the atmosphere of prosperity and celebration is far more than ten times better than the scenery of Chang'an that never sleeps.

When Empress Changsun saw such a scene for the first time, she couldn't believe it and asked:

"This is Chang'an in a thousand years?"

She saw the font annotation on the side of the light screen: [Chinese New Year's Eve Xi'an Celebration]

At this time, Xi'an, later generations called Chang'an, and the eldest grandson queen remembered that Erlang had told herself, and she sighed for a long time and sighed for the prosperity of the future generations.

At that time, although I believed in my heart, I didn't have a specific concept, and when I saw it with my own eyes, I realized that what Erlang said was true.

It's just that Erlang has obviously seen it, why is he more excited than her at this time?

However, at this time, it is not only Li Shimin, Fang Xuanling, who seems to be recuperating all the time, and the eldest grandson Wuji, who seems to care about nothing at all, are all staring at this time.

Even the Yan brothers stopped writing at this time, looking at this picture carefully, hoping to imprint it in their minds.

No way, the scenery is too complicated, the picture rotates too fast, and the painting is not at all.

On the contrary, I tried to remember it, and then tried to restore it to Sue Danqing, which is still a little possible.

However, the fast-moving scenery on the screen is far from over, men and women in Tang style costumes are laughing and playing and celebrating each other, and there is an impassioned voice chanting at the same time:

[Celebrate the new year and welcome and send off a night.

Open the gates and welcome you! 】

Everyone in the Ganlu Hall immediately focused their eyes on Li Shimin.

This emperor is good at war, can govern the country, and in his spare time, he will be obsessed with practicing calligraphy and writing poetry, and he has a wide range of knowledge.

And the two sentences of "Happy the New Year, welcome and send off a night" are exactly the same as the last two sentences of the poem written by His Majesty on New Year's Day a few years ago, and the meaning is also very clear.

Even after thousands of years, even if the name is changed, this city still remembers the person who established the Tang Dynasty and opened with His Majesty's poems.

However, the dizzying content also made the civil and military affairs marvel.

The brand-new city gate suddenly opened, and the content on the light curtain advanced rapidly and then pulled high, presenting a city that made it impossible for anyone to tell how many years there was in it.

In the center of the picture is a young man in a burqa who does not look like a real person, but is painted and colored with an ink pen, raising a glass to invite Hwaseong and smiling:

[Romance for thousands of years, literature praises the world.

The galaxy rotates, look at today's Chang'an! 】

Changan? Changan! Changan!

In just two words, the name of the city is a glimpse of the city, but in a trance, it seems to have become a link between the ancient and the modern, which makes everyone in the Manna Hall worry.

What should Chang'an look like today?

Dance in every way to celebrate more than one year, and do a fish and dragon dance all night.

Thousands of trees and honeysuckles are in full bloom, and they wear Chang'an all night long.

An ink-painted man wearing a smock and a stiff-legged head is the same height as the pagoda, holding the pipa and playing and singing indulgently.

The people on the ground dressed in more ornate Tang costumes laughed and sang and chanted in harmony with each other.

And the content that the ink painter and later generations chanted aloud, although they had never read it, had a strange sense of familiarity.

[Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle......

The spring breeze is proud, and you can see it all in one day......

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is ......]

The voice of the ink painter is impassioned, and the pride is like a surging river.

The chorus recitation of later generations is not slow, and the interval is intentionally vigorous.

Zhenguan Wenwu tried to recite these colorful poems together at the subtitles that appeared on the light curtain, although he felt something in his heart, but it seemed that there was always a layer of window paper that could not be broken, until he recited:

[Today's people don't see the ancient times and months, but this month once looked like the ancients.]

If the ancients and the present people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together. 】

How can Zhenguan Wenwu not understand the meaning now?

Fang Xuanling whispered to herself:

"Although it is a thousand years away, looking at the same January, the vicissitudes of the sea are easy to change, and the bright moon in China is difficult to change."

There are also annotations next to each poem, so its source is also clear, at this time, under the recitation, although there are decades of time barrier with that Li Bai, but relying on these poems, everyone who can not understand that the future generations created this scene is to imitate the ancient and modern celebrations!

Even if the younger generations celebrate the New Year, they will not forget to celebrate the New Year with their ancestors!

There are many talented and agile people in the civil and military forces, but in the face of this unheard of and unseen scene, there are many aphasias for a while, and I don't know how to express the excitement in my heart.

Li Shimin's face was undisguised with pride, but there was also a loss that was difficult to hide:

"I only sigh that today is not Yuanzheng, otherwise it will ......"

Empress Eldest Sun chuckled:

"If it is Yuan Zheng this year, then Your Majesty must first set a big court meeting, and then open a large furnishings, feast hundreds of officials and sacrifice heaven and earth, how can you have such leisure?"

"If Your Majesty reads it, you might as well celebrate it in the name of celebrating the great victory, allocate wealth and widen the law and celebrate with the people's livelihood."

This is a good method, and it almost goes to Li Shimin's heart.

So I couldn't help but admire in my heart, if you talk about the virtuous queen for thousands of years, Guanyin will definitely be on the list.

Du Ruhui smiled and sighed with the people around him:

"This Li Bai is really the immortal of the poetry of the Tang Dynasty, worthy of the name!"

Looking at the annotations of the poems, you can know that half of the recitations just now are from this Li Bai, and the words are both bold and uninhibited, fresh and handsome, and they are really immortal in the poem, so they have to obey.

It's just a pity that such an immortal actually encountered the Anshi Rebellion...... Du Ruhui is now sincerely sorry for this poet.

Fang Xuanling pinched his beard and smiled:

"It is also Lai Keming's painstaking efforts to make this immortal come to Tangye."

Du Ruhan smiled and was noncommittal about this statement.

After all, if there is no Sun Simiao, he will die of illness last year, how many bricks can he add to this prosperous world?

The people praise him for his good decision, but if he is not resourceful and resourceful, how can he make decisions calmly?

However, this old friend has always been humble, and there is no need to be polite to each other, so he also sighed:

"In this way, the two ways of literature and science will be important for future generations."

Relying on the "axioms" and "physics" learned from later generations, several courtiers now temporarily divide their knowledge into arts and sciences.

The text is heavy on the poems, and the ability to test the literary style;

Rational arithmetic and engineering engineering, trial arithmetic proves ingenuity.

And after there is a distinction, it is necessary to reorganize the sub-disciplines of Guozijian, and naturally, which is better in arts and sciences has become a dispute between several people.

Now it seems that they are not separated from each other, after all, if there are no these words, I am afraid that future generations will not have such elegance when they recall their group of "ancients".

These thoughts also passed through his mind, and Fang Xuanling sighed lightly when he heard Du Ruhui disappointed:

"That's the ...... gone"

Looking up again, Ke Ming was right, the sound of reciting poems on the light curtain gradually stopped, and the grand scene gradually faded away, so he couldn't help but sigh softly.

Unexpectedly, the gentle sigh fell in the Sweet Dew Hall and the sound was quite loud, causing Fang Xuanling to hurriedly look left and right, and then realized that it was not his problem.

Just like his thoughts, seeing Huacheng go away, not only him, but Wei Zheng, Wei Chigong, Yan Lide, and even His Majesty and the Empress could not hide their disappointment, they all sighed together, and were taken aback and looked left and right together.

This situation also made everyone laugh together, sweeping away this regret like the wind, leaving only satisfaction and joy.

……

"Isn't it Bianliang's turn...... Oh no, it's Kaifeng's turn for Chinese New Year's Eve? ”

Zhao Guangyi was in high spirits.

He had already heard his brother say that Bianliang would be called Kaifeng in later generations, and as the Yin of Kaifeng Mansion at this time, he also had a little different emotions about this name.

It's just that Zhao Guangyi was disappointed, although the next scene was Kaifeng, it was not conspicuous.

In other words, what is presented next is a complete Chinese Chinese New Year's Eve scene, and Bianliang is just one of them.

In the following time, the perspective of the light curtain is like a real immortal.

The restored [Mingtang Heaven] of [Luoyang City] is brightly lit, and the [Yingtianmen] lights that come from crowds are all night.

The perspective rises again to the east, along the thin jade belt on the ground for hundreds of miles, the city that catches your eye covers a wide area, and the lanterns are also like Huacheng.

"The prosperity of Kaifeng in this later generation is not inferior to the ...... of Chang'an," Zhao Guangyi commented with great interest.

As a result, I didn't expect the light curtain to skim over the sky above this huge city, and I didn't look at it, and in the southeast direction, although the lights were brilliant, but the area covered by more than three or four small cities could be seen at a glance.

At this time, the name of the city was also cast on the light curtain: [Kaifeng].

Zhao Guangyi's words were suddenly stuck, and his first reaction was disbelieving:

"How can this Fuzhou be so prosperous as Bianjing......"

Zhao Kuangyin raised his eyes and said in a light tone:

"Virtue is not as good as danger, and why should the Song Dynasty be honored for thousands of years? And the Southern Song Dynasty ......"

Speaking of this, Zhao Kuangyin's smile was a little weird, but maybe he didn't feel comfortable in his heart, so he stopped talking directly, looked at the light curtain again, and looked at the comments seriously:

"Chinese New Year's Eve with tens of millions of lights is very magnificent."

Zhao Kuangyin's evaluation made Zhao Pu agree with it very much.

The [Qingming Shanghe Garden] on the light curtain can be called a thousand lights in the Casting Garden, and the rivers are dyed with colorful and magnificent scenery.

Not as magical as Chengdu, nor as majestic as Chang'an, this garden is much quieter, the people call friends to shuttle among them, occasionally stop to enjoy the lanterns, or stand with the lanterns, with a small square box in the hand and walk away, maybe it is a new custom to drive the scabies.

In his eyes, unconsciously, the lights of the Qingming Shanghe Garden seemed to have turned into a fire, and the joy on the faces of these people in antique costumes disappeared and turned into panic.

Then the general drove the horse straight into the unstoppable, the captives were like sheep, and the people cried to the south, and the response was the emperor of the Son of Heaven, who did not look back......

Zhao Kuangyin shook his head, those illusions dissipated, he glanced at the junior who did not have a trace of sadness on his face, sniffed lightly, and lowered his eyelids.

Zhao Guangyi's face was still a little indignant, but his complexion had softened a lot, and his eyes were slightly stunned and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhao Pu looked left and right, and then sighed lightly.

For example, if there is no unification today, there are such brothers in it...... Now it seems that the official family still wants to eliminate the scourge of Jingkang a hundred years later and nip it in the bud.

He just wanted to sigh, how difficult is it?

While the three of them were distracted, the content on the light curtain quietly changed again.

The above content is also changing more and more rapidly.

The juggler held a wine in one hand and a torch in the other, and spat out a fiery dragon with a long exhale.

Chi Gong, the captain of the Ganlu Palace, raised his eyebrows, and wanted to go home and try it himself at night.

Hundreds of such lamps took off together after being lit, decorating the sky with extraordinarily enchanting beauty.

Han Chang'an Kong Ming couldn't help but sit up straight, pursed his lips and didn't look at it, opened the notebook and hurriedly recorded his thoughts, his face was extremely serious.

The leaves of pine and bamboo are covered with wood and erected into a fake tree flower shed, several strong men stand below with their bare bodies, one scoops the molten iron lightly, and the other person uses a weapon to blow up the scoop of molten iron, thousands of sparks explode like a thousand flowers blooming in the night, falling on the pine needles and bamboo leaves and rolling, magnificent and abnormal.

At this moment, both Liu Bei and Li Shimin couldn't help but admire, and then ordered someone to remember it - this is all that can be used during the New Year.

In addition, the dragon and lion dances are interspersed, stepping on stilts and lifting the wick are all particularly eye-catching, and the rapid switching of light curtains is also more eye-catching, but no matter how you switch, the sundial-like thing on the left has not changed, but the three pointers on it are slowly turning.

In the end, seeing that the three pointers of different lengths were all pointing upward, the light curtain lens was rapidly raised again, and a country of lights was once again presented under the feet.

"Night turns into day...... "It's to be day," Kong Ming muttered.

He guessed that what appeared to be a sundial was something that was used to measure time, and that the night on the fingers of the three pins was probably the time opposite noon.

However, he thought that it was already an amazing sight to decorate the city with lights in later generations, but in the comparison of the scenery at this time, those city lights can be eclipsed.

Fireworks burst out from the ground and lit up the night sky, only for a moment.

But what if there are tens of thousands, if not hundreds of millions, of fireworks on this land? The brilliance of the moment was extended by the successive fireworks, and finally the night sky that should have been dark became as bright as day.

The light curtain was still flying like a fairy, and the cities that had exploded into daylight under the fireworks were left behind, and finally the picture rose straight again, and the earth became gradually smaller and curvature below.

Such a scene is not unfamiliar to Han Chang'an and the courtiers of the Ganlu Palace.

At this height, the daytime scene of fireworks blooming in a thousand cities has disappeared, but a fine flash of light can still be seen.

"The junior is right......"

Du Ruhui took a light breath, and there was a thick and undisguised envy between his words:

"Such a celebration can also be called the crown of 5,000 years."

Wei Chi Jingde scratched his head, he was also happy at such a scene, and said casually:

"Even if we order Chang'an City, I'm afraid it won't look so good."

Qin Qiong was almost shocked by the old brother's astonishing words.

……

In the Bianliang Palace, Zhao Guangyi really fell.

He couldn't be blamed for this, because the scene was already on the roof, and he couldn't move a chaise longue like his brother did, so he could only look up.

As a result, he watched as the angle of view gradually increased, and the earth gradually arced below and eventually turned into a giant ball, so that the view had an unprecedented impact on him, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

But even so, Zhao Guangyi got up from the ground without caring and shouted:

"The official family... Brother Huang, Fourth Brother! ”

"This giant ball, what is it? Shall we wait on it and not realize it? ”

Zhao Kuangyin could only be silent, lying on the comfortable recliner, but his inner doubts were no less than that of his younger brother, and his only thought was:

I have to ask Tang Taizong and Zhuge Wuhou for advice.

(End of chapter)

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