In the early spring of March, countless high-rollers and talented students who rushed to the north and south basically entered the city, bringing a different atmosphere to this solemn and heavy Yanjing.

Since ancient times, the literati have loved spring, especially Daqin, which has been comfortable for 20 years, and the vassal elegance is even worse, and the spring scenery is pleasant, and poetry can be entered everywhere.

Although the exam has not yet begun, there are already well-dressed young Junyan strolling in the garden**, and began to sing Wing Chun poems and compete for beauty, just to let some big people look at themselves, and they can receive some "care" when the exam starts. ”

For a time, the poems of Wing Chun are dizzying, dazzling, picking a few red flowers at will, reveling in them, and there will be a good oven.

The morning mist is thin, the blue tiles are crystal clear, the spring is bright, the peony brings rain with tears, the veins are affectionate, the roses lie quietly on the branches, delicate and charming.

"A night of light thunder and ten thousand silks, the light and floating tiles are uneven. The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the branches. The white-clothed student stood with his hands in his hands and spoke loudly.

The ears are full of birds, the eyes are full of green branches, green and red support each other, and they are different and attractive.

The silvery dawn gradually showed crimson, the morning glow reflected on the window sticks of thousands of households, the morning sun had just risen, the diffuse fog gradually receded, the woods, the bushes, all wet, the green branches, the verdant blades of grass, the delicate petals of the flowers, stained with drops of crystal water, shimmering with magnificent brilliance.

In the early morning of Chang'an, the small street is quiet, the people of Chang'an who eat and drink without worrying are at ease in their dreams, when the first rays of morning light shine through the mist, the quiet Chang'an ushered in a warm morning, the hawkers began to sell, the little lady sat in front of the house to embroider, the officials of the imperial court with a tired face, walked up to the Jinluan Palace, everything was shrouded in the soft morning light, the willow tree beside the road lowered its head, and softly accepted the morning light shower; the tall poplar tree was like a strong young man stretching his arms; the grass revealed a bit of faint green from the wetness.

Chao Halo penetrated the window, and a scream from the second floor of Feng Yaxuan exploded suddenly accompanied by the sound of cicadas, and then soon, there were Xingbu catchers who swarmed in, blocking Feng Yaxuan layer by layer, and all the personnel of Feng Yaxuan were put into prison.

Immediately after Deng Zhi's wife's family made a small fuss in the court, the officials of the Criminal Department were not at peace, speaking of which Deng Zhi's death, in fact, did not make any waves for the court of Daqin.

Second, the death of Deng Zhi was overshadowed by a major event, the emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty who had been away for fifteen years returned home, and it was confirmed that he was given the title of "return the pearl" princess.

For a time, the whole country of Great Qin celebrated, and in order to show the emperor's mercy, the criminals were executed this year, and all of them were suspended for three years.

According to the royal tradition, all returned children must go to Tongtian Peak outside Chang'an City to worship their ancestors, and the yellow-faced girl is naturally not exempt from vulgarity

Second, the weather is a little sunny, the breeze is light, the flags are fluttering, the guard of honor is playing drums, the horse team is moving forward, and there are beautiful palace maids walking in front, scattering flower petals all the way.

The convoy is mighty, the gongs and drums are noisy, on both sides of the royal road, there are crowds of people, thousands of heads are crowded, and the people are scrambling to see the demeanor of the princess of Huanzhu.

Ying Xiaoya sat in a big red sedan chair, wearing a crown of golden silk phoenix eight treasures on her head, a sunrise five phoenix hanging bead hairpin, wearing a light purple pleated skirt, a few butterflies pierced on the skirt, a dazzling orchid between the eyebrows, and a purple tassel obliquely.

The crowd was pushing, shouting, shouting, and everyone was excited. The cheers continued, and the roar shook the sky:

"Princess Huanzhu Chitose Chitose Chitose!"

Along the way, there were people prostrate on the ground and kowtow.

In front of the sedan chair, there is a personable black Qiu boy brother riding a high-headed horse of a divine horse to open the way, he is holding a white jade folding fan in his hand, a black sheath long knife hanging from his waist, his body rises and falls with the horse's back, he sits on the horse, the corners of his mouth are lazy hooked, and waved his hand to the people on the side of the road, and suddenly there is a woman on the side of the road who screams loudly: "Promise! Promise!"

"Lao Wang, have you heard? Princess Huanzhu, she is very beautiful, like a fairy. A stout man in the crowd whispered.

The man beside him looked up at the carriage that was slowly moving forward, smacked his mouth, and said: "Little Lao'er's mother-in-law is an errand envoy in the palace, she said, that Princess Huanzhu is so beautiful that she can't be described as a water spirit, she has been an envoy in the palace for so many years, and has seen so many concubines who are smiling and falling in love with the city, and she has never seen her so beautiful." ”

The sea of people is vast, there are three people standing in the crowd and not conspicuous, the one on the left has a simple face, two hammers pinned to his waist, looking at the loud voice of the royal road and smirking, the one on the right is in white clothes, his hair is up, his face is clear, and the person in the middle, with white hair up to his waist, compared to the clothes of the clear man next to him, his white clothes are much rougher.

"Brother Jing Nian, Chang'an is worthy of Yanjingli, where is there such a lively scene in Nanban City. Tie Da Niu scratched his head, his eyes were full of surprise, "Brother, why don't you call the little sister too, she is cute and lively." ‘

"She's home. The white-haired man in white touched Tie Da Niu's head dotingly, and spoke calmly.

"Oh, the little girl turned out to be from Chang'an, so is she sleeping at her own house tonight, or is she sleeping in the inn with us?" Tie Da Niu blinked and looked at Fu Jingnian, and the poor scholar also turned his head and looked at him motionlessly.

Fu Jingnian didn't speak, his eyes stared at the big red sedan chair slowly lifted in front of his eyes, the not thick curtain seemed to have isolated the two of them in two worlds, one was the princess of Daqin, worshiped by all the people, and the other was the ruin of the country and the family, and survived.

The rouge box that he was holding tightly in his hand was clenched even tighter by him, little girl, the young master promised you, saying that he would buy the best and most expensive rouge box in Chang'an and give it to you, I always remember it.

The warm sun hit his face,

The gentle spring breeze blew his white hair,

He looked at the big red sedan chair with gentle eyes

Then smiled.

Little girl, the young master wishes you happiness.

ps: Congratulations on the direct 8888 reward today, becoming the first helmsman of this book, what should I say, thank you for ten thousand years?

Actually, I'm not very good at words, I can't say anything touching, I just want to say,

Brother, look for me for something.

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