Chapter 493: A Night of Welcoming and Seeing Off

For Li Shimin, the scene of Chang'an that never sleeps is unforgettable after seeing it.

Occasionally, he would dream about that bustling street and linger there.

Although he couldn't see it clearly, the bustling street scene and the laughing people were enough to make him yearn for future generations.

But now, as far as the eye can see, the bustling and festive atmosphere is ten times better than the scene in Chang'an that never sleeps.

Queen Changsun saw such a scene for the first time and asked in disbelief:

"Is this Chang'an a thousand years from now?"

She saw the font annotation on the side of the light screen: [New Year's Eve Xi'an Celebration]

At this time, Xi'an was called Chang'an in later generations. Queen Changsun remembered what Erlang told her, and even sighed at the prosperity of later generations.

Although I believed it in my heart at that time, I had no concrete concept. Now I saw it with my own eyes and realized that what Erlang said was true.

It's just that Erlang has clearly seen it, so why is he more excited than her at this moment?

But not only Li Shimin, but also Fang Xuanling, who seemed to be recuperating his energy, and Changsun Wuji, who seemed not to care about anything, were all staring intently at this moment.

Even the Yan brothers stopped writing at this time and looked at the picture carefully, hoping to imprint it into their minds.

There is no way, the scenery is too complicated, the picture rotates too fast, and it is not as good as painting.

Instead, I try to remember it, and then try to restore it and tell the story, which is still possible.

However, the rapidly rotating scenery on the screen is far from over. Men and women in Tang-style costumes are laughing, playing and congratulating each other. At the same time, there is an impassioned voice chanting next to them:

【Celebrating the new year together and seeing each other off all night long.

Open the city gate and welcome guests! 】

Everyone in Ganlu Hall immediately focused their attention on Li Shimin.

This emperor was good at warfare and able to govern the country. In his spare time, he was obsessed with practicing calligraphy and writing poems, and he dabbled in a wide range of subjects.

The powerful two lines of "Joining the new year together and seeing off the whole night" are exactly the same as the last two lines of the poem His Majesty wrote on New Year's Day a few years ago, and the meaning is very clear.

Even after thousands of years, even if its name was changed, this city still remembers the man who founded the Tang Dynasty, and opened with His Majesty's poems.

However, the dazzling content also made the civil and military officials unable to marvel at it.

The brand new city gate suddenly opened, and the content on the light screen advanced rapidly and then pulled up high, showing a city that made the audience unable to tell how many years there were in it.

In the center of the picture is a young man in a burqa who does not look like a real person but is outlined and colored with ink. He raises a glass to invite Huacheng and smiles:

[Fashion has lasted for thousands of years, and his literary talent has praised the world.

The stars are turning, look at Chang'an today! 】

Chang'an? Chang'an! Chang'an!

The name of just two words cast a fleeting light on the city, but it seemed to have become a link between ancient and modern times, making everyone in the Ganlu Palace worried.

What should Chang'an be like today?

All kinds of dances are performed to celebrate one's birthday, including fish and dragon dances all night long.

Thousands of trees and silver flowers are in full bloom, making up Chang'an all night long.

An ink-painted man wearing a blouse and a hard-knotted headband is as tall as the pagoda, playing and singing the pipa to his heart's content.

People on the ground dressed in more gorgeous Tang costumes laughed and sang, chanting in harmony with them.

As for the content that the ink painter chanted loudly together with later generations, although they had never read it, they felt a strange sense of familiarity.

【If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, don't waste gold bottles...

The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hooves, and I can see everything in one day...

The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world...]

The voice of the ink painter is impassioned and his passion is like a torrential river.

The chanting of later generations was neither fast nor slow, and the intervals were full of energy and energy.

Zhenguan Wenwu tried to recite these eloquent poems together in front of the subtitles that appeared on the light screen. Although he felt something in his heart, it seemed that there was always a layer of window paper that could not be broken, until he recited:

[People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today’s moon once shone on ancient people.

People in ancient times and today are like water flowing, and they look at the bright moon together like this. 】

How could Zhenguan Wenwu not understand the meaning now?

Fang Xuanling whispered to herself:

"Although we are thousands of years apart, if we look at the same month, the vicissitudes of the sea are easy to change, but the bright moon of China is difficult to change."

There are annotations next to each poem, so the source is also clear. Now that I am reciting it, even though I have been separated from Li Bai for decades, relying on these poems, no one can understand it. Later generations created this scene to celebrate the past and present together!

Even if the younger generation celebrates the New Year, they will not forget to celebrate the New Year with their ancestors!

There are many people with quick minds in the civil and military circles, but when faced with such an unheard of and unseen sight, they were often speechless and did not know how to express the excitement in their hearts.

Li Shimin's face was unabashedly proud, but there was also a touch of disappointment that was difficult to conceal:

"I only sigh that today is not Yuan Zheng, otherwise..."

Queen Changsun chuckled:

"If it were Yuan Zheng this year, then His Majesty would first have to hold a grand court meeting, then make grand arrangements, and banquet hundreds of officials to worship heaven and earth. Why would he have so much free time?"

"If your Majesty thinks of it, you might as well celebrate it in the name of celebrating a great victory by apportioning money, broadening the law and people's livelihood."

This is a good method, and it almost touches Li Shimin's heart.

So I couldn't help but admire in my heart, if we talk about the virtuous queens in the millennium, Guanyin must also be on the list.

Du Ruhui smiled and sighed with the people around him:

"This Li Bai is really the master of poetry in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and he is worthy of his reputation!"

If you look at the annotations of the poems, you will know that half of what I just recited comes from Li Bai. His word choice is both bold and uninhibited, yet fresh and elegant. It is indeed an immortal in the poem, so I have to accept it.

It's just a pity that such an exiled immortal encountered the An-Shi Rebellion... Du Ruhui now sincerely felt sorry for this poet.

Fang Xuanling pinched his beard and smiled:

"It was also Lai Keming's hard work that made this exiled immortal come to the Tang Dynasty."

Du Ruhui smiled and did not comment on this statement.

After all, if there was no Sun Simiao, he would have died of illness last year. How could he have added a few bricks and tiles to this prosperous era?

People all praised him for his good judgment, but if there was no Xuanling's wisdom and strategies, how could he have made calm decisions?

However, this old friend has always been humble, so there is no need to exchange politeness with each other, so he also sighed:

"It seems that both literature and science are important in later generations."

Relying on the "axiom" and "physics" learned from later generations, several court officials now temporarily divide knowledge into literature and science.

Literature focuses on poetry and poetry, and tests talent and literary talent;

Science focuses on mathematics and engineering, and tests arithmetic to prove ingenuity.

After the distinction was made, the division of subjects in the Imperial College had to be reorganized. Naturally, which of the arts and sciences was better became a debate among several people.

Now it seems that there is no distinction between them. After all, if there were no poems, I am afraid that the future generations would not be so elegant when recalling them as a group of "ancients".

These thoughts passed through his mind for a while, and Fang Xuanling heard Du Ruhui sighing in disappointment:

"That's it..."

Looking up again, what Keming said was true. The sound of reciting poems on the light curtain gradually faded, and the magnificent scene gradually faded away, so he couldn't help but sigh softly.

Unexpectedly, the sigh fell in the Ganlu Hall with a loud sound, which caused Fang Xuanling to look around hurriedly, and then he realized that it was not his problem.

Just as he thought, seeing Huacheng go away, not only him, but Wei Zheng, Yuchi Gong, Yan Lide and even His Majesty and the Queen could not hide their disappointment, sighed together, and were startled and looked around together.

This situation also made everyone laugh together, sweeping away the regret like the wind, leaving only satisfaction and joy.

…

"Is it the turn of Bianliang... Oh no, it's the turn of Kaifeng's New Year's Eve?"

Zhao Guangyi was very excited.

He had heard from his brother before that Bianliang was later called Kaifeng, and as the prefect of Kaifeng at this time, he had a different feeling about this name.

But what disappointed Zhao Guangyi was that although the scenery presented next had Kaifeng, it was not conspicuous.

In other words, what was presented next was a complete Chinese New Year's Eve scene, and Bianliang was just one of them.

In the following time, the perspective of the light curtain was like a real exiled immortal.

The restored [Mingtang Paradise] in [Luoyang City] was brightly lit, and the [Yingtian Gate] where people came in droves was lit all night.

The view was raised again and headed eastward, following the thin jade belt on the ground for hundreds of miles. The city that came into view was quite large, and the lights and decorations were like a Chinese city.

"The prosperity of Kaifeng in the future is not inferior to Chang'an..." Zhao Guangyi commented with great interest.

Unexpectedly, the light curtain passed over the sky of this huge city lightly, and without even looking at it, it was cast towards the southeast, a city with brilliant lights, but the area was obviously smaller than that of a city.

At this time, the name of the city was cast on the light curtain: [Kaifeng].

Zhao Guangyi's words were stuck, and his first reaction was dissatisfaction:

"How can Fuzhou be more prosperous than Bianjing..."

Zhao Kuangyin raised his eyes and said in a light tone:

"Virtue is not as good as danger, and why should we respect the capital after the Song Dynasty fell for a thousand years? And the Southern Song Dynasty..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Kuangyin smiled a little strangely, but perhaps he was not feeling well, so he stopped talking and looked at the light curtain again and commented seriously:

"It is very magnificent to celebrate New Year's Eve with thousands of lights."

Zhao Pu agreed with Zhao Kuangyin's evaluation.

The [Qingming Shanghe Garden] on the light curtain can be said to be a thousand brilliant gardens with thousands of lights and colors, and the river is dyed with colorful and magnificent scenery.

It is not as magical and colorful as Chengdu, nor as grand as Chang'an. This garden is much quieter. People call their friends to shuttle through it, occasionally stop to appreciate the lights, or stand with the colorful lights, compare them with a small square box in their hands and walk away. Perhaps it is some new custom to drive away the disease.

In his eyes, the lights of the Qingming Riverside Garden seemed to have turned into a huge fire before he knew it. The joy on the faces of those people dressed in ancient costumes disappeared and turned into panic.

Then the foreign generals rode their horses straight in and no one could stop them. They captured men and women like sheep. The people cried and howled towards the south, and the emperor's chariot responded to them without turning back...

Zhao Kuangyin shook his head, and the illusions disappeared. He looked at his descendants who had no trace of sadness on their faces, sniffed lightly, and lowered his eyelids.

Zhao Guangyi still had a little indignation on his face, but his complexion had softened a lot, and his eyes were a little dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhao Pu looked around and then sighed.

Now the world has not yet been unified, and there are such brothers in the country... Now it seems that the government still wants to eliminate the Jingkang disaster a hundred years later and nip it in the bud.

He just wanted to sigh, how difficult it is?

While the three people were distracted, the content on the light screen changed quietly again.

The content above also changed more and more rapidly.

The juggler held a bottle of wine in one hand and a torch in the other, and exhaled a long breath to spit out a dragon of fire.

Ganlu Palace Wei Chi Gong raised his eyebrows and wanted to go home and try it himself at night.

Poor paper covered bamboo frame, with candles inside and blessings written outside. After hundreds of such lanterns were lit, they took off together, decorating the sky with extraordinary beauty.

Kong Ming of Han Chang'an couldn't help but sit up straight, pursed his lips and opened the notebook to hastily record his thoughts without even looking at it, his face was extremely serious.

The leaves of pine and bamboo covered the wood frame to form a fake tree and flower shed, and several strong men stood naked underneath, one scooped up molten iron and threw it lightly, and the other used a weapon to scatter the scooped molten iron, and thousands of sparks exploded like thousands of flowers blooming at night, falling on the pine needles and bamboo leaves and rolling, magnificent and unusual.

At this moment, both Liu Bei and Li Shimin couldn't help but admire, and then ordered people to remember it - this can be used during the New Year.

In addition, the interweaving of dragon and lion dances, stilt walking and lifting wicks are all particularly eye-catching, and the rapid switching of the light curtain is even more eye-catching, but no matter how it switches, the sundial-like thing on the left has never changed, but the three pointers on it are all slowly turning.

Finally, seeing the three pointers of different lengths all pointing upward, the light screen lens quickly pulled up again, and a country of lights appeared under his feet again.

"The night becomes day..." Kong Ming murmured.

He guessed that this thing that looked like a sundial should be used to measure time, and the night when the three needles pointed at the same time was probably the midnight hour, which was opposite to the noon hour.

However, he thought that it was an amazing sight to decorate the city with lights in the future, but in contrast to the scenery at this time, those city lights were eclipsed.

Fireworks exploded from the ground and lit up the night sky, and such light only lasted for a moment.

But what if there were thousands or even hundreds of millions of fireworks on this land? The momentary brilliance was prolonged by the successive fireworks, and finally made the night sky, which should have been dark at midnight, become as bright as day.

The light curtain was still flying like a banished immortal, and the cities that were brightened by the fireworks were left behind. Finally, the scene rose straight up again, and the earth below became smaller and curved.

Such a scene was not unfamiliar to the ministers of Han Chang'an and Ganlu Palace.

At this height, the daytime scene of thousands of cities blooming with fireworks had disappeared, but a dense flash could still be seen.

"The younger generation is right..."

Du Ruhui took a breath, and his words were full of undisguised envy:

"This kind of celebration can also be called the best in five thousand years."

Yuchi Jingde scratched his head, and was also happy about this scene, and said casually:

"Even if we set Chang'an City on fire, it might not be so beautiful."

Qin Qiong was almost shocked by his old brother's shocking words.

...

Zhao Guangyi really fell in the Bianliang Palace.

This was not his fault, because the scene was on the roof, and he could not move a reclining chair like his brother, so he could only look up.

As a result, he watched the perspective gradually rise, and the ground below gradually curved and finally turned into a giant ball. This scene had an unprecedented impact on him, and he fell to the ground without surprise.

But even so, Zhao Guangyi got up from the ground and shouted:

"Official...Royal brother, fourth brother!"

"What is this giant ball? How could we be on it without noticing it?"

Zhao Kuangyin could only remain silent, lying on the comfortable reclining chair, but his doubts were no less than his brother's. The only thought in his mind was:

I must ask Tang Taizong and Zhuge Wuhou for advice.