In autumn, it is like a piece of maltose, sticking to the mouth and making people have an endless aftertaste. The sunset in Chang'an is soft, like a marshmallow melting in an alley and melting on the long street. Everyone who travels in Chang'an City has a smile on their faces, the kind on their faces.

A boxy yard with a long straight street. Lin Ziyun stepped on the cyan stone slab, and occasionally his eyes were attentive to grasp the withered grass that came through the broken stone slab. These histories of Chang'an must have seen too much of the excitement of spring, and they hid and fell asleep.

The long street is flat and stable, and people will feel very solid when they walk on it. The neat streets and the scenery that you can see at a glance make you feel relaxed. Chang'an, Chang'an, perhaps the most extraordinary thing about this city, is precisely its name and its own rebellion.

"Ten years of strangers in Qizhou,

Return to the heart like an arrow looking at Chang'an.

Trekking through mountains and rivers to see Qi Mountain,

Looking back at the hometown is Qizhou. ”

The man who carried the flat burden sang a song in his mouth. "Hot marinated noodles, let's have a bowl. The man's deep voice was mixed with a thick bias, and no one knew that he was also from Chang'an.

Qin Song was dragged to take a full-body bath, probably because the lice on his body didn't like the new residence, and the new clothes were scratched on his body with his rough hands, and they were wrinkled. "Brother, it's itching me. You help Lao Qin scratch the back, I can't reach it. ”

Lin Ziyun shook him with a roll of his eyes, ignoring this bastard at all, and wondered why he followed the scoundrel to worship. Qin Song saw the disgust in Lin Ziyun's eyes, scratched his head in embarrassment, and spat out a lump of thick phlegm at the clean and white ground of the Shen Mansion.

He squeezed his eyebrows and ran to Qin Tianhe. Needless to say, the handsome Qin Xianggong didn't say a word and pushed this guy away. The tall Zhou Yi also felt Qin Song's eyesore while riding on the horse, turned his head and glared fiercely, so frightened that Qin Song shrank to Lin Ziyun's side.

A few people entered the Shen Mansion, Lin Ziyun didn't know anyone, and drank tea with Qin Song in the living room. "Brother, all the dignitaries who came here were dignitaries. If you are interested, Lao Qin, I will introduce you to you. ”

It's no wonder that Qin Song is so talkative, it's really Lin Ziyun who has never seen such a world. Coming and going are all big officials and celebrities. He looked left and right, it was really too grand for this big birthday gift. Lin Ziyun was a little moved when he heard Qin Song say it, so he asked Qin Song to take him around.

"This person deserves to be a great Confucian in the world, what a magnificent scene!" Lin Ziyun said secretly.

Not to mention the front of the Shen Mansion, on the ancient road, the white horse and seven incense cars, the jade chariot honor guard was neatly lined up a hundred meters away. The treasure cars are all dragon-level treasure covers, phoenixes spit tassels, and they are rich if they are not officials. The women in the interior of the mansion are all wearing red makeup, combing the sideburns of the clouds and cicadas, a little red makeup, and the goose yellow on the first moon, which is not magnificent.

At the front end of the door, there are two pairs of stone unicorns, with teeth and claws, and the forehead is gilded with iron characters and filled with silver, inlaid with a golden peach. On both sides are red flowers, the size of a moon, and they are rare species from abroad.

Flowers are piled up in the flower beds on both sides, red candles and incense wax are placed on the sandalwood table, jade pots of wine, and delicacies are brought to the table one by one by the beautiful maids. The people in the house are all distinguished guests, either handsome sons in brocade clothes, delicate women, or big-bellied officials and gentry.

Lin Ziyun met a few people with Qin Song and drank together. During this period, Qin Song said that he saw Qin Tianhe and the eldest lady of the Shen family playing and wanted to pull him back. Lin Ziyun wanted to stop it, but this person walked away as soon as he slipped away. Sure enough, when he came back, he dragged the sullen Qin Tianhe, and Lin Ziyun often heard Qin Song mention this person. Sure enough, it is a dragon among people, with an extraordinary appearance, and a righteous and awe-inspiring face between his eyebrows.

"Brother Qin, I have admired my name for a long time. Lin Ziyun bowed his hand.

Qin Song must have told him about himself, but Qin Tianhe changed his smiling face, pushed Qin Song away in disgust, raised his wine glass and toasted Lin Ziyun with a glass of wine. Several people gathered around, all of them said something to make fun of Qin Song, Lin Ziyun didn't expect that his brother's notoriety was similar to his ability to lead troops to fight, and he couldn't help but feel funny. Qin Song was not interested in listening, and pulled a few people to drink.

After three rounds of drinking, the master appeared. Lin Ziyun stared at it, Shen Zang was a middle-aged man with a majestic face and gray hair.

"Shen Zang is not talented, today's fiftieth birthday ceremony. Distinguished guests come to the door, you are disappointed to welcome you!"

"Lord Shen is polite. "A full house of guests returned the favor.

"Today is the old man's birthday gift, the hospitality is not good, and I would like to invite you Haihan. I prepared a gift for all distinguished guests, and some time ago I specially let people transport the Huadiao wine from Qingzhou, which is more than ten years old. Shen Zang said, raising his wine glass.

The moon is like practice, the sky is like ink, the red light is like fire, and the glass of wine is like snow.

"Everyone, please!"

"Lord Shen, please!"

Lin Ziyun drank ten years of fine wine for the first time, and secretly said good wine. The flavor is intense and sweet in the mouth.

"Lord Shen, Your Majesty asked the old slave to congratulate you on Lord Shen's long life and safety on his behalf. A white-eyed man with a hoarse voice didn't need to be an old man, carrying a purple jade handle to whisk the dust, and congratulated Shen Zang.

"Xiangyun burns the heavenly city, and the champion returns to his hometown to ......" is a large string of words, which is nothing more than Shen Zang's achievements over the years and the holy grace of returning to the capital. Shen Zang took the holy decree and recited the words of long live the saint.

One after another, the guests in the hall sent congratulatory gifts and read birthday greetings. No matter what kind of secret waves Shen Zang experienced, he still thanked him on the surface, whether it was with the new French Party or the old party, or Zhou Yi, who was the guardian of the Zhenguo, he was extremely familiar. This old fox in the officialdom is struggling step by step, but he is struggling.

The guests who gave the congratulatory gifts, whether they came with a purpose or simply made friends with Shen Zang, a group of people drank three glasses of wine and left the Shen Mansion.

Lin Ziyun didn't see the waves underneath this birthday ceremony, but he listened to what Qin Song said. However, what lingered in Lin Ziyun's mind was the word "new law". He couldn't help but think of Li Kui's change and Wu Qi's change.

Abolish hereditary, feudal frontiers. Reform of the land law and military law were carried out. Lin Ziyun's brain was like thunder, and the history of this other world was like the Spring and Autumn Period in China. He vaguely felt that perhaps, he could rise, maybe it was just around the corner. Lin Ziyun, who has carried China's thousands of years of historical reforms, law changes, and historical advancement, is thunderous in his heart and extremely uneasy. He was originally a person who didn't like Anfen and was eager to achieve his dreams. Looking at the fireworks on the street and the bright moon hanging in the sky, Lin Ziyun almost jumped up excitedly.

Qin Song was taken aback, not knowing why Lin Ziyun was so excited. "Brother, why are you so happy?"

"Oh, it's fine. Lin Ziyun could hardly hide his excitement, pulled Qin Song and said, "Brother, didn't you mean that...... Is there a confidante of yours somewhere? Go, my brother invites you to drink. ”

Qin Song looked at Lin Ziyun left and right, and seemed to have discovered a new world. "Drink flower wine?"

Lin Ziyun nodded meaningfully.

In the ancient city of Chang'an, the waning moon and the slanting stars, the two turned around and grabbed Qin Tianhe again, and pulled them to the depths of the flowers together. Pity this Qin Xianggong is still in the dark, and his drunken twisting and pinching is clamped by Qin Song's big hand, and he can't break free.

At that time, I was young and crazy, picking willows and looking for flowers to climb the Red Mansion. The young man wore a sword, the general hung a sword, and a scholar with a white face and red ears swaggered into the Red Mansion.