Chang'an knotted lantern, wishing the Son of Heaven ten thousand years, and the people are happy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Light an obituary lantern above the imperial city and pray to God to bless the fortunes of the dynasty. For the saints, this day can be regarded as stealing half a day of leisure.

The figure of the saint is like a strong green pine, standing firm on the city wall.

This lit the obituary will have many benefits.

Qi luck is added to the body, like an initiation, the breath reaches the eight veins of the Qi meridian, breaking through the hundred levels in the body, such as washing the muscles and cutting the marrow.

Of course, not everyone is qualified, there is only one person a year, and they are generally princes and grandsons, after all, fertilizer and water do not flow into the fields of outsiders.

Last year, it was the ten princesses Ji Qingshuang, and this year it was the turn of the eighth prince Ji Yiheng.

Everyone watched quietly under the city wall, maybe Ji Yiheng was the prince who looked most like his father, the god shape between his eyebrows, and the look at the board of things was very similar.

This is also the reason for the grace of the saints, so that the storm can surge in the court.

Ji Yiheng lit the obituary lamp and held it up with both hands, as if he wanted to lift the whole heaven and earth.

There will never be a lone lamp in Chang'an.

When one lamp starts, there are thousands of lamps with it.

The red dust in which the stars fall, the night sky lit by the red dust.

Between the dragon light shooting bullfighting, the treasure is full of treasures, and the people are outstanding.

Ji Chen stared into the distance, unable to see through it at a glance.

The tenth princess held the river lantern in both hands, gently placed it in the river, and went downstream.

Harmony with the sky.

The tenth princess clasped her hands together, held them on her chest, closed her eyes and made a wish.

When she opened her eyes, a big face came into view, and this Ji Chen was looking at her eyes with a smile.

"You...... What are you doing?"

Ji Chen said with a smile: "Buddhists always say that you can see your heart from your eyes, let me see if I can see what wishes you make." ”

The tenth princess was really afraid that the wish in her heart would be seen, so she hurriedly covered Ji Chen's eyes with her hands, and said nervously: "Don't look at it, don't look at it." ”

Ji Chen smiled: "Alas, I don't practice enough, I can't see it." But I can guess a little, it's nothing more than wanting to marry a wishful man. Now my father's will can't be changed, but I can help you, when someone enters Chang'an with the Nine Dragons Guanyin, you will look at it from a distance, and if it doesn't suit your heart, tell me that I helped you take the Nine Dragons Guanyin. If you like it, I will help you escort him to Weiyang Palace. ”

The tenth princess blushed and nodded.

"But you have to be obedient, don't be as arrogant as before, and when the time comes, Ruyi Langjun will be so scared that he doesn't dare to enter the imperial city, then I can't help it." Ji Chen touched Ji Qingshuang's head.

"Let's go, how much silver did my father give you, but it's enough for us to go to the drunken immortal upstairs to drink a pot?"

The prince and Hong Lin also put down a river lantern together, and did not come back to their senses until the river lantern disappeared.

"Let's go, go to the drunken fairy tower to take a look, I heard that there is an oiran today, and those with high prices can light candles and have a long talk. Ji Chen said.

The tenth princess tilted her head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Several people looked at each other and smiled, which was self-evident

"You'll know then, it's a pity that you're a daughter. ”

"Hahaha!"

The wine in the Drunken Immortal Building is as big as the name in the Drunken Immortal Building.

Since it is known as a drunken immortal, how can it be popular. I don't know where this drunk is sacred?

Is it the Immortal Li Bai or the Sword Immortal Lu Dongbin?

But whether it is the immortal Li Bai or the sword immortal Lu Dongbin, they are all poetic Qianxun Waterfall.

The difference is that the poetic body of the fairy pounced on the moon, while the poetic body of the sword fairy fed the dog.

There is only one "drunk" word on the big stone in front of the door, and the person who wrote this word must be a unique character in the ages.

The sword intent between the lines, as if relying on the void to resist the wind for nine days of thunder, and then turn around and rush to the crown angrily by the railing, and finally it is Wushan who listens to the wind and rain at night.

Ji Chen has a lot of feelings, if he has time, he must observe this drunken word, but there is something important to do at this time.

Oiran and bamboo leaf green are the most important things.

Just as Ji Chen was about to step into the drunken immortal building, a ragged and unkempt beggar came out of nowhere.

I saw the beggar tilting his head and looking at Ji Chen carefully, and pointed at Ji Chen for a long time and smirked: "When did you become the first in the world?"

No. 1 in the world? When is Ji Chen confused.

The fool just looked at Ji Chen and smirked, and a few people hurriedly ran out of the drunken fairy building to drive the beggar away, and the fool still didn't forget to point at Ji Chen and said again: "When will you become the first in the world?"

Ji Chen also looked at him stupidly, Ji Qingshuang thought that Ji Chen was scared stupid when she saw this, and couldn't help but say: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, what about my sister here?"

Ji Chen grabbed her ears and said viciously: "No big or small, whose sister are you?"

Ji Qingshuang stomped his feet angrily, but Ji Chen had already entered the Drunken Immortal Tower.

The drunken immortal building is also crowded with people, crowded, and there are many dignitaries and nobles in brocade clothes.

The crowd only found a corner and sat down.

The handsome scholar said: "Have you heard? ”

Merry brother said: "Yes, after Deyuelou was slashed, my son thought that he would never see that beauty in his life, but fortunately, God saw it." ”

The scholar said, "Brother Tai is not allowed to rob me, I only have a hundred taels of gold left, and I have to have a long talk with Oiran tonight." ”

The rough man on the side said: "Hmph, you dare to have a long talk with the Oiran for a hundred taels of gold, open your dog's eyes and see, who are the people in this drunken immortal building?

All in all, the one with the highest price wins.

Ji Yishuang said: "This Oiran must be so beautiful that it can make these people spend a lot of money, and turn this drunken immortal building into a gold cave." ”

Earlier, this drunken immortal building was a good place for literati and scholars to recite poems, but tonight's Lantern Festival has changed its flavor, and it looks like a place of wind and moon.

Ji Chen said: "How beautiful it can be, it's nothing more than a fairy descending to earth, this woman is jealous when she sees it, and this man is soft and hard when he sees it." ”

Xiao Er served a pot of bamboo leaf green, this green ant himself tasted it later than Tang Qianqiu, this bamboo leaf green himself is not inferior to him.

Sweet and slightly bitter in the mouth

Sanchun bamboo leaf wine, a song of Kun chicken strings

The sons and brothers in the field are fighting each other, and no one obeys anyone, either the family has a lot of money, or there are high-ranking officials in the family.

There is no such thing as high or low.

But suddenly, another handsome man entered the courtyard, and the voices of the crowd fell a lot.

"Brother Huang, who is he?"

The prince glanced at it and said with a smile: "Shen Linfeng, the favorite grandson of Dasikong Shen Shushi." ”

Although Da Sikong is not calling for wind and rain in the court, if he speaks, there are few saints who do not agree.

And this Shen Linfeng writes a good hand, especially the regular script, the shape is square, the strokes are straight, can be used as a model, and there is the shadow of Liu Gongquan in the word, so it is the most suitable for the big boss.

The twists and turns on weekdays are also dictated by Dasikong, and written by Shen Linfeng.

Because of Da Sikong's status, the princes were also polite to him, but this Shen Linfeng was a little ignorant, and the princes were polite to him, he would kick his nose and face, and never give people a good look.

Just as he is a fairy Li Bai, the concubine grinds, and the wrestler takes off his boots?

Therefore, there are few princes who associate with him, but this person has a fatal weakness.

It's lustful, three lewdness a day.

He who gave birth to me is not promiscious, and he who is born of me is not promiscuous, and everything else is fornicated.

Fortunately, although this product has a color heart, it has no color guts, and only dares to rely on the name of grandpa Dasikong to do some despicable things behind his back.

The sons and brothers gave up a piece of interest.

"Shen Gongzi, please take a seat!"

Shen Linfeng glanced at the man and nodded proudly.

At this time, a burst of applause suddenly broke out in the crowd, and looking at everyone's line of sight, a beaded curtain hung down on the second floor, and a graceful figure loomed.

Before anyone saw it, they heard it.

"A little woman playing a song for you?"

This soft voice said that everyone was itching, and they couldn't wait to open the bead curtain immediately......

Needless to say, this man must be this Oiran.

Ji Chen looked at this group of boys and brothers who looked directly at the wonderful body behind the bead curtain, and chuckled: "Sure enough, it is a veteran of Fengyue, who still holds the pipa and half-covers his face, and plays with the man's mind in the slightest." ”

Oiran doesn't speak, turns and plucks the strings, lowers his eyebrows, and twists slowly.

At the beginning, it was like a warbler in the middle of the words, and then it was like a silver bottle breaking the four-string cracked silk, and finally it was the autumn moon in the heart of the river, and the clouds were idle without heart.

Twilight Xiao Xiao Yuji. The clouds are light, the sky is high, and the wind is fine.

The first moon is like water. The golden waves and silver are endless.

The cold immersion book curtain was broken, but the clothes were put on again.

Linxuan masonry. Su Guang pointed out.

Because of the green moth, where is the sound insulation dust, looking at each other for thousands of miles.

Gaze. Tired and sleepless. Dawn is leaning alone.

The melodious voice came, and the warbler swallow whispered, as if telling the pain of lovesickness, and there was a girl's nostalgia for spring.

Graceful and elegant, the feelings are elegant, but they are lingering, charming and close.

This poem is written by Liu Sanchang, the minister of the white clothes, and Liu Yong, who is known as "wherever there is well water to drink, you can sing willow words".

Ji Chen said with a smile: "If I am an emperor, I am reluctant to let this Liu San become an official in the court, and Bao Zhun'er has to let him fill in the words by order." ”

Everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of the Oiran song, and they couldn't reminisce for a long time.

Men can have other skills, but women must have such skills.

It doesn't matter how long you wait, you are willing.

Oiran knew that men were cheap bones, and the longer she waited, the more curious she became, and the more she felt that this woman was precious.

I don't know who suddenly interrupted this mood and said, "Oiran is out." ”

Everyone opened their eyes one after another and went away in admiration, their eyes like fire.

Look at Shen Linfeng again, swallowing saliva vigorously, dementia and losing his soul.

A jade hand opens the bead curtain, that hand is very beautiful, if the pink carved jade, the owner of this hand must be different.

A woman with such a big shelf must be jewelry, luxuriously dressed, and lightly dressed with heavy makeup.

But if this is the case, it will inevitably be vulgar.

Oiran is well versed in the truth, a shallow and elegant floral white dress, lightly powdered.

The smile on the corner of his mouth made everyone intoxicated.

I know that she is a dusty woman, but she looks like a small jasper, and everyone is beautiful.

The sons and brothers have endless love, and they just want to hold the Oiran in their arms and love them well.

Only Ji Chen saw the face of the Oiran clearly, his face was gloomy as ice, and even this bamboo leaf green was tasteless to drink.

The jade cup in his hand was crushed, his heart fluctuated violently, and he gasped heavily.

What a rage!