In the afternoon, after the feast, it was close to evening.

Zhao Zhen took the civil and military officials and many nobles to the Donghua Gate, before the night fell, the bonfires inside and outside the city gate were lit, and the fireworks began to bloom.

There was also a small episode in the middle, when Zhao Jun went to the toilet, he accidentally met a sect girl.

And this sect girl was the one who was kidnapped by Ghost Fan Lou last time, and was finally rescued by Zhao Jun, and after learning that it was Zhao Jun who came out, he actually sent someone to send him a sachet, which made Zhao Jun cry and laugh.

You must know that this sect girl is a descendant of Zhao Dezhao, and the genealogy records that their branch is also a descendant of Zhao Dezhao, a branch of the Southern Song Dynasty clan, because of the Mongol invasion, and finally wandered from Zhejiang to the mountains of Hunan to hide and multiply.

That is to say, in terms of blood, this daughter belongs to the direct ancestor of Zhao Dezhao's lineage, not a collateral line like Zhao Guangyi's lineage.

If you agree to show love, I don't know if it should be called sunset grandparents and grandchildren, or ethical and moral love?

"What a sin!"

Zhao Jun pinched the sachet in his hand, in a dilemma, he couldn't throw it, he couldn't keep it, he could only hold it carefully along the way.

Occasionally, you can see a young girl in the crowd, with a spring-like gaze, which makes him like a thorn in the back.

"What's the matter, eldest grandson?"

The group went up to the tower of Donghua Gate, Zhao Jun's position was close to Zhao Zhen, and seeing his strange face, Zhao Zhen asked in a low voice: "Is it because you are not feeling well?" ”

"Not really."

Zhao Jun had no choice but to hand over the sachet to Zhao Zhen and said: "This is the sachet that the daughter of the Caifu Sect sent to me, I estimate that I have to call this grandmother according to my generation, I am not good at throwing it away, and it is not good to keep it, brother, you have to help me deal with it." ”

This is a common way for women in the Song Dynasty to show their love, and if they throw it directly, it will definitely hurt people's hearts, so they often take a tactful approach.

Zhao Zhen naturally understands folk routines, and he also helped him accept it with a smile and said: "Then I'll let the queen talk about it later, just say that your family is a distant relative to the ancestor of the Zhao family, and it is not suitable to marry with the same surname." ”

The Song law inherited the "Tang Law Shu Yi", and the "Tang Law Shu Yi" clearly recorded, "The same clan and surname are not allowed to marry." ”

Note that it is the same family name.

After the Tang and Song dynasties, as long as people who did not share the same family name could get married.

For example, the Tang dynasty Zhang Ling's "Chaoye Yanzai" recorded that Jingzhao Wei's Wei Gon intermarried with another Wei's family, and King Zhou Mu married Sheng Ji, and Sheng Ji was also Ji's daughter.

What's even more excessive is that the law only prohibits marriage with the same clan and surname, but does not prohibit the same clan and surname from being concubines.

Zhao Zhao, the king of Cai in the Northern Song Dynasty, seemed to marry the daughter of his own clan, Zhao, as a concubine.

Therefore, the daughter of the Zhao clan felt that since Zhao Jun did not have a genealogical origin, he must not be of the same clan as her, but she didn't know that Zhao Jun was the same clan after thousands of years, or a direct descendant, and the two sides were destined not to be together.

At this moment, it was evening, the sun was setting, Zhao Jun looked at his watch, about five o'clock, close to six o'clock, but the sky was already dark, and the cold wind was blowing.

The western sky was gradually dimming, except for the brilliant fiery clouds in the sky there, bringing a glimmer of gray light to the earth.

Outside the Donghua Gate, there are crowds of people.

The royal family hired a large number of artists who performed in Bianliang and Wazi on weekdays to perform on stage outside the palace gate.

As it got darker, the show started quickly.

A large number of bonfires were lit and became illuminations, and in the open space outside the Donghua Gate, the stage was full of jugglers.

Someone spewed flames, causing the crowd to shout. Someone is walking around on stilts. Some people even arranged ropes in the air, and two people walked together and even danced on the ropes.

It is recorded in the "Literature General Examination and Music Twenty" that the Song Dynasty treads the rope "with a large silk rope tied to the two column heads, several zhang apart, the two advocate dances, walk on the rope, meet on the opposite side, and the shoulders are tangent but not tilted." ”

The acrobatic performances of later generations have already appeared in the Song Dynasty, and there are trapeze, tightrope walking, pole climbing and even fancy diving, which can be said to be wonderful and rich.

Standing on the Donghua Gate, you can have a clear view of the grand scene below.

Zhao Jun had also worried about whether such a celebration would cause a fire if it was lit everywhere.

But Zhao Zhen told him that every year for such a performance, the military patrol shop would be on standby around to prevent fires.

It can be said that once there is a slight movement, the military patrol shop can immediately extinguish the fire in the bud.

Zhao Jun can be regarded as relieved.

The military patrol shop established in the Song Dynasty was the first fire brigade in history, with more than 2,000 people, and it was very experienced in dealing with such a scene.

At this moment, the sky is completely dark, but the enthusiasm of the people is not reduced, and a large number of street vendors gather on the periphery, and the crowd is surging.

As time went on, the celebration also entered its climax.

Zhao Jun stood on the city tower and looked down, and saw that there was a dense crowd of people outside the city, and under the light of the lights, the entire street seemed to be blocked.

All kinds of cheers, shouts, and the sound of firecrackers reach the ears, announcing the arrival of the new year.

The street vendors shouted, the tourists all put on new clothes, shuttled between the performance stage and the many vendors outside, and a sense of joy overflowed.

Immediately after that, I heard "Whew! "Bang!" sounds.

Zhao Jun hurriedly raised his head to look.

I saw hundreds of fireworks on both sides of the open space outside the Donghua Gate, and the guards went to light them one by one, and from the fireworks, a ray of dark light went straight into the sky, and then exploded, turning into a brilliant streamer.

Although the glow was short-lived, it made Zhao Jun look a little distracted.

Because the memories of childhood suddenly appeared with the sound of "crackling" firecrackers in my ears and the moment when fireworks exploded.

I remember when I was a child, my family was not wealthy at that time, and my parents went out to work and worked as left-behind children.

Every year for the Chinese New Year, they come back with new clothes and fireworks.

He was with his friends in the village, and his cousins, with fireworks in his hands, throwing cannons, lighting them, throwing them out in a hurry, squeaking and screaming, and then running away in panic.

Immediately after that, there was an explosion behind them, and they laughed, and then drew a second firecracker and threw it on the ground, in the field and in the yard, so frightened that chickens and ducks were scurrying all over the ground.

That feeling is like the white sugar jar that was hidden by my mother when I was a child, risking being beaten and tiptoeing my dirty little hands into it to dip some sugar and lick it, and the happiness in that moment will be magnified countless times.

But now.

I can't go back again, and I can't experience the atmosphere of so many relatives together for the New Year in my childhood.

He doesn't even have relatives, let alone spending the New Year together?

Zhao Jun stared blankly at the sky.

People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see home at the end of the world.

It's not spring yet, but it's been half a year since I left home, and I'll never be able to go back in the future.

I don't know what happened to my family in the future.

I don't know how my life is going after my parents lost themselves.

It's sad to think about it.

Zhao Jun looked at the fleeting fireworks, and there was only endless depression left in his heart.

seemed to sense his mood, and Zhao Zhen's mellow voice sounded in his ears, "Hanlong, what are you thinking?" ”

"Nothing."

Zhao Jun held back the tears of missing his family, turned his head and said with a smile: "I am very happy to celebrate the New Year today." ”

"Ugh."

Zhao Zhen sighed, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said, "I said that the Great Song Dynasty has always been your home. ”

Next to her, Empress Cao looked at her curiously.

The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, and because Zhao Zhen didn't like Queen Cao before, Queen Cao almost never saw Zhao Jun.

But even if you haven't seen it, you will naturally hear that now the Constitutional Yuan is a powerful person.

Today, however, I saw him for the first time.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhiyuan was homesick, and the official family also said that the Great Song Dynasty had always been his home.

Could it be that this Zhao Zhiyuan is not from the Great Song Dynasty?

Empress Cao thought to herself.

"Hmm."

Zhao Jun just responded.

Yan Shu next to him said: "Hanlong, why don't you go to the old man's house for dinner tomorrow." ”

"Forget it, I don't like to visit the house for the New Year."

Zhao Jun waved his hand, "The custom over there is that relatives can only go after the third year of junior high school. ”

"Then come back on the third year of junior high school."

Yan Shu smiled.

"What is there to go to at home?"

Lu Yijian came over and said with a smile: "It's better to go to the old man's house." ”

"Old Pifu Lu!"

Li Di came over and glared at him and said, "The Zhiyuan has a lot of opportunities, what are you going to do at your house?" According to the old man's opinion, let's go to my house. ”

"Could it be that Hanlong can't go to my house every chance, so he can go to yours?"

Lu Yijian was not angry.

"That's natural, the young talent of the Zhiyuan, I am about to introduce my grandson to the Zhiyuan acquaintance."

"What is your grandson's talent? Also worthy of the Eye of the Han Dragon? ”

"Bah, you old puppet dare to insult me."

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The two of them were fighting again, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger.

The rest of the people were also attracted to them, so Zhao Zhen went to persuade them, and the two old men pinched when they met.

Only Zhao Jun raised his head, still looking at the sky.

The fireworks stopped.

There was only a smell of saltpeter in the air.

The moon rose halfway up the sky.

After the fireworks festival ended, Zhao Zhen and the others were going to drive back to the palace and continue the dinner.

The bustle outside the city continues.

Tonight and the Lantern Festival are all night carnivals for the people of Bianliang.

But Zhao Jun listened to the voice in his ears and looked at the people in front of him, but he always had only a sense of depression and loneliness.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

The hometown in front of me is still there, but the hometown in my heart is gone.

The ministers around him were ready to return to the palace with Zhao Zhen's departure.

Zhao Jun lowered his head indifferently and turned his head to part.

So be it.

After tonight, Jing Yu has been in the past four years.

(End of chapter)