daybreak

Slightly bright.

Yuyang goes 40 million miles north, Chang'an, Kyoto.

The rooster has crowed, and it has been beaten, this is the time of the early dynasty.

The most central part of Kyoto. Dozens of zhang city towers, carved Pi Qi Luan Phoenix. A mahogany gate dozens of zhang long, carved on both sides, six hands and nine claws of the pearl-spitting golden dragon. Under the morning light, the golden wall is shining, lifelike, very majestic and magnificent.

At this time, the palace gate was slowly opening with a silent sound of grinding earth...

And the civil and military officials waiting outside the palace gate silently sorted out their official robes and official robes. After feeling that there was no abnormality, they formed three columns in an orderly formation and entered the palace gate one after another. After this palace gate, there is another palace gate, called Suzaku Gate. After passing the Suzaku Gate, there will be a white jade road along the two miles of continuous stone, the diameter of which connects to the place of the upper court...

The name of this road is "pilgrimage", and the place of the pilgrimage is called "Jinluan Hall".

This is not a short journey of more than two miles. However, according to the practice of the past, after the palace gate is opened, there will be about half an hour before the master of the Jinluan Hall will sit on the dragon chair. Therefore, these officials who are about to go to the early court will not be too anxious to rush this way. They usually talk about a common thing or important matter with their acquaintances on the way.

Today is no exception...

"Da Da Da..."

A civil official dressed in a white crane robe from the sea, as if he was in an emergency, carried a large belt, and trotted from the back of the team to the front.

"Lord Yin..."

Ran to the side of a middle-aged man dressed in a blue sky and a daytime run. The civil official slowed down, clasped his hands into fists, leaned on his waist, and asked with a smile: "Lord Yin, that matter... Can you take care of that?"

The man known as Lord Yin is middle-aged and quite tall. may be caused by years of hard work, so that the wrinkles on his face are particularly sunken. But the blood under the wrinkles was very ruddy, and the eyes seemed to be shining. It can be seen that he should be a martial arts practitioner, and he is likely to be a military general in the army.

"What kind of wind?" he asked, looking sideways at the comer.

"The north wind blows, the gale..."

The civil servant secretly stretched out a finger from his sleeve robe and pointed in the direction of the north. Then he covered his mouth and continued to whisper: "It is said that the emperor will reward Beimangguan today, and he will be a first-rank soldier, and he will be a prince and marquis." ”

"I see. ”

The general, who was called Lord Yin, closed his eyes Shen Shen, and he was not too surprised emotionally, as if he had expected it. It's just that the civil official who sees it in his eyes is in a hurry.

Covering his mouth, he said, "Lord Yin, this matter is not easy to handle." If the military power of Beimangguan is still held in the hands of the military gods, then even if the military gods retreat, then we, the military supervisors, still have to look at their faces and act. And the one in the tower doesn't seem to care about it..."

"Well, step aside. ”

Still didn't respond, Lord Yin nodded heavily.

Seeing this, the civil official became even more anxious: "Lord Yin, you have to consider this matter carefully with Lord Monk Shangshu." Coming up..."

"Stand down!"

“......”

With a soft drink, he stopped the endless chatter.

And, this Lord Yin's official rank should not be low. Because in the face of this reprimand, the civil official's face did not even dare to be displeased. Cowering and burying his head, he slowed down a few more steps, followed behind, and stopped talking...

The sun rises in the east, reflecting the Purple and Gold Imperial City.

The white jade is built for several miles of royal road, and the dragon and phoenix carve the golden luan of the Guidian.

A dragon chair is competing for thousands of ways, who will sit on his day wheel?

After the Jinluan Palace, there is the Taihe Sleeping Palace.

At this time, the light is much brighter than the dark clouds and moon night of the previous day. So, a lot of things can be seen clearly.

Laying out a bizarre feast, very luxurious. The silver and jade vase is placed at the four corners, and the agate coral tree is spread around. The golden furnace is smoldering with musk sandalwood, faint and faint. There are pearl rain dew in two amber cups. On the gorgeous dragon couch, a beautiful woman is sleeping. Lazy and slightly messy long, sprinkled on her face at will, but it can't hide the grace and luxury in her temperament. It seems that I slept soundly...

Quietly.

The east corner of the temple,

The women of the four palaces took four golden basins and stood aside. A middle-aged man, holding a bright yellow letter, stood in the middle of the field. The complexion is broken gold, the facial features are upright, and the charming eyes are finely curved into crescents. A supreme aura that can make people look up without looking closely at it slowly seeps out from his bones. The five palace maids were holding a majestic and dazzling Nine Dragons Imperial Robe, and they were carefully putting it on for him.

This person should be the one who will ascend to the Golden Luan Dragon Throne later...

Sha...

A page of the letter, the man read it for a long time before folding it in half.

"On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, on the moonlit night of the Lantern Festival, on the Yingshui River, King An invited a banquet..."

"Well..."

Words, slowly. After speaking, he pursed his mouth a little and nodded heavily, as if admiring something.

"Good day, good place..."

"A man is also a good person..."

"All good. ”

The last sentence, with a deep sigh, made people unable to hear the mood of the speaker.

I saw that after he muttered a few words to himself, he turned his eyes to look at the beauty who was still sleeping on the dragon couch beside him. Lost in thought for a moment, I don't know what he's thinking.

The sandalwood is smoldering, and the smoke is smoking.

The attentive palace maids wore dragon robes.

In the quiet dormitory, it looks a little dull.

That's a contradiction.

It feels like there is an invisible stone wall separating the main hall. On both sides of the stone wall, there is a completely different momentum, wandering without disturbing each other. Strange but familiar, cold but easy-going. While sympathizing with each other, they are hating each other, which is very contradictory.

Call~

Outside the window, the morning breeze blows, and the golden veil raises a wisp of edges...

"After so many years, what should come will come..."

Perhaps it was because the wind was getting colder, the beauty on the dragon couch turned over gently, and her delicate jade hands pulled up some cotton blankets covering her body. The eyes were still lightly closed, but the lips moved slightly, like a dream, and it seemed to be perfunctory to the man.

The man gradually came back to his senses from his contemplation, and turned his eyes to look out the window in front of him, the sky reflected by the early sun.

Sighing: "Yes, you have waited so long, he should also come." ”

The closed eyes opened slightly, and the sleepy eyes looked at the back of the sun: "You have been waiting for a long time..."

"Hehe..."

Laughing lightly, it seems to be self-deprecating and has a bitter taste.

"Since we've been waiting for so long, and something good is coming, it's time to give a gift. ”

"You just..."

At this time, the dragon robe on the man's body had been put on, which made his momentum of looking at the world even more domineering. The nine palace maids around them then bowed and withdrew from the hall and gently closed the hall door. When there were only two people left, the man said lightly again: "Then, who do you think is better to give this gift?"

Salsa...

The woman gradually opened her eyes, and then lazily got up, wisps of slightly messy show.

Perfunctory: "Whoever you hate will go..."

The man nodded in agreement.

Then he turned and looked at the woman.

"I remember, Feng Shuwen from the Ministry of Rites hasn't come to greet you yet, has he?"

"Then let him give a gift. ”

"Good. ”

“......”

With a word, the man put his hands around his waist, turned around and walked out of the main hall.

Looking at the distant back, the woman's eyes gradually narrowed into a thin line, and the faint essence light was released from the outside. made her graceful and luxurious demeanor grow many sharp thorns out of thin air. It seems to be resentful, and it seems to be reluctant, just like a piece of cold ice thrown into a fire pit, I don't know whether to say it's hot or cold.

The warm sun shines for the first time, and the day is early.

The spring breeze in Kyoto is rising, and the world is changing into new clothes.

This is the law of nature, as for when this dress can be changed well, whether it looks good or not, it depends on the will of God.

Kyoto Minami,

There is a high-rise building, the name of the drunken fairy building.

The name is arrogant enough, but this building does have that arrogant capital. Whether there are really immortals who have been drunk in this building is unknown. It's just that once upon a time, a group of disciples under the immortal sect once got drunk here for a night, which is true. And the owner of this building is one of the immortals...

Towering into the sky, majestic.

It's not an exaggeration to describe it like that. Because, its level of luxury, in fact, is the most central imperial palace in Kyoto, which is slightly inferior. It occupies a circle of more than ten miles, row upon row, and hooks and corners. The building is 3,111 zhang high, divided into 666 floors, and rises straight to the sky. But, in the eyes of outsiders, you can only see its 665th floor. And the rest of the first floor, you can't see it. It's not because it's so tall that it's obscured by the clouds in the sky. It's too low...

It was so low that it was covered by the mud and rocks underground.

Because, it's built underground.

It's not a big deal. Anyone who does business in Kyoto is basically called to know that there is such a thing, but it is rarely mentioned in daily life. Because, there is the first chaebol of the Tang Dynasty Imperial Land of 70 million miles, the Huang family in Kyoto, and the place where the general account is calculated!

In such a place, who would have nothing to talk about?

And, at this moment,

In the drunken immortal building, he went down more than ten zhang on the spot!

"Da Da Da..."

"Since the end of the year, the price of silk cloth in the southern region has been raised by seven dollars, the silkworm material in the eastern region has risen by three dollars, and there is no record of water silk trading in the Yangtze River region. ”

“......”

The sound of the abacus rises and falls with each other.

In the secret room of hundreds of zhang, hundreds of mahogany chairs and stools are neatly arranged. On the table are pens, ink, paper, inkstones, tea, fruits, food, and an abacus. On the stools sat a man dressed as a bookkeeper. Both men and women, both young and old, turned over the abacus on the table in the polar regions, and shouted a word from time to time.

On the wall at the front of the secret room, there is a huge manuscript paper of more than ten feet. Three men dressed as bookkeepers, standing in front of the manuscript paper, holding a pen in one hand and ink in the other. As soon as someone shouted a word in the room, one of them would write a few numbers on a piece of paper...

And after the three bookkeepers, there is another man.

He is not very tall, but he is very blessed. Around forty or fifty years old. With a round face and big ears, big eyes and thick lips, a slightly chubby body, and a bright yellow brocade robe that touches the ground.

That's right, it was the man who was walking with Xia Yuan in the northern suburbs of Kyoto a few days ago.

He was slightly closing his eyelids, holding a cup of tea, looking at Erlang's legs, and sitting on a Taishi chair.

"Da Da Da..."

"In the middle of the southern region, 32 towns of various sizes, such as Yueyang, Xiangyang, and Yuyang, have seen their land sales quota drop by 60%, and the price has dropped by 30% compared with last year. There is already a slow-down situation in the surrounding area..."

"Da Da Da..."

"On the southern route of the northern region and the western route of the eastern region, there has been an influx of hawkers in some towns, and since March, they have been buying millet grain in a big way. Grain prices have risen by two cents, and vegetable and meat prices have remained stable. ”

"Da Da Da..."

"Da Da Da..."

As more and more numbers were written on the manuscript paper, the older of the three bookkeepers put away the brush in his hand after writing down a line of text, turned around and walked to the right side of the Taishi chair.

He bowed his waist slightly, and said softly: "Young Master, it is basically certain that this price anomaly is the means of the six major merchants in the Southern Regions operating behind the scenes." The shopkeeper of the silver family has already gone north, and it is no surprise that he is preparing to come to the northern region to make the tide. ”

"Yes. ”

The man sitting on the Taishi's chair nodded noncommittally.

The bookkeeper behind him didn't seem to understand the young master's intention to nod, and continued to ask carefully:

"Well, look... Are we pressing or shipping now?"

The big round face lifted a smirk, which made people unrecognizable.

"Look. ”

“......”