Dream Hua Embers Records

On New Year's Eve, every family is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and sits around the stove to watch the night.

The sporadic sound of firecrackers sounded all night. It wasn't very lively, but it wasn't deserted either.Little by little, fireworks rose into the sky from time to time.It looked as bustling and lively as in previous years.

The fireworks workshop has been working since the hot summer, and the goods that have been accumulated for more than half a year will naturally be sold and sold for some rice.And no matter how panicky the people of Daliang are, the festival is always going to be over. Lighting a few firecrackers can also drive away bad luck and pray for safety.

The walls on all sides are also covered with lights, which are full of brilliance.Bursts of laughter came from far away, presumably the Yuan army was also saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new at the top of the city.A few days ago, the Yuan army took over the wine stored in the city again, but this time they didn't disturb the people's homes, they just took over all the restaurants and wineries.I must have had a drink in the city today, right?Is it a celebration?Or just to celebrate New Year's Eve?

Zhu'er was sleepless all night, half watching the new year, half worrying, at this time seeing Dongfang pale, but a trace of tiredness appeared for no reason.It's still early enough to take a nap.At dawn, I have to pay New Year's greetings to my parents and brothers, post Spring Festival couplets, door gods, hang door signs, and worship ancestors...a miserable New Year, like a forced smile, everyone, act it out for everyone to see.

The morning light is first dew, and the mist is cold.

Crown Prince Kang Mao was served by several Yuan soldiers, put on the prince's court clothes, and was going to attend the Zhengdan court meeting of the Yuan army as an envoy of Zhao State.The clothes must have been taken out of the Daliang Palace, and the faint scent of Xinling is exactly what the palace is used to familiar with.

For the first time in more than half a month, I pushed open the door of this small courtyard, but I felt that the sky was high and the clouds were calm, as if it had been a lifetime.

Kang Mao followed the leading soldiers and walked steadily, trying to make his limp not so obvious.

Turning around a courtyard, I saw that it was piled up with a mountain of table satin.The silk that was worth thousands of dollars was placed on top of the snow without a foundation, and the melted snow and mud eroded up, dyeing the mountains, rivers and society that was woven on the silk into scars.

Kang Mao couldn't bear it any longer, and said softly to the Yuan soldiers beside him: "That is silk, the most expensive silk fabric, and the price of one piece is worth the price of a hundred pieces of ordinary brocade, so we can't be so wasteful." .”

These Yuan soldiers are all fluent in Chinese, and one of the Yuan soldiers was secretly stunned: "So expensive? I'll go tell them!"

"It's none of your business." Another Yuan Bing who looked like a leader reprimanded him.

Everyone was silent for an instant, and the group continued to walk slowly.

Almost out of the gate of the Qing Palace, Kang Mao saw an empty room full of books piled up layer by layer, as tall as a person in the blink of an eye.On the top are some scrolls, which look like ancient books from Jin, Sui and Tang Dynasties.

Are these precious ancient books piled up here without any cover, allowing moisture and dust to invade?Before in Da Nei, they hid deep in the high-rise buildings, protected by red sandalwood bookcases, surrounded by bamboo curtains to block the light, and there were special staff to clean and take care of them every day.Now, they are piled up like firewood, and no one cares about them.

Kang Mao felt a pain in his heart, wanted to speak, and swallowed again. After a moment of hesitation, the group turned around the corridor and stepped out of the gate of the Qing Palace.

Three long Jingyang bells rang, and in Daliang City, in the Forbidden Palace, and in the Daqing Palace, all civil and military officials were all crowned in court clothes and stood quietly.

Outside the hall, Yuan Guoyi Wang Yan Qihao, holding the hand of his youngest son Yan Yin, walked slowly up the hall.The father and son, as envoys of the Yuan country, came to attend the Zhengdan court meeting of the Zhao country.

Yan Yunhao wears a golden crown on his head, wears a narrow-sleeved purple robe, and a golden trousers around his waist.Yan Yin is wearing a plain white shirt, decorated with fiery red fox fur all over her body.The source country favors white clothes, and Yan Yin always likes white clothes the most, but because of the customs of Zhao country, white is taboo during festivals, so she added red fox fur as decoration.

Yan Qihao felt the little hands in his palms tremble slightly. He didn't know whether it was cold or nervous, so he stole a look at Yan Yin.Seeing that Yan Yin pursed her small mouth, walked lightly, and kept her gaze fixed, Yan Qihao couldn't help but admire inwardly.

Before Puhan took Yan Yin to the city to watch the execution, Yan Qihao knew about it, but he didn't mind.After all, the sooner you will face these tyrannical and cruel things, the sooner you see them, the harder your heart will be, the less you will be hurt.Yan Qihao was well aware of Yan Yin's longing for the prosperity of Daliang, and he had promised to bring him to Daliang City to play, this time as an envoy, it was a chance.The Zhengdan court meeting is just a state banquet for festivals. In the past, envoys from Huihe and Khotan often brought their wives and children to participate. , When you grow up, you will naturally have an extraordinary bearing.

The father and son came up to the hall, stood on their left foot, knelt down on their right foot, put their hands on their right shoulders as a bow, and bowed again... two bows were completed, which was completely the Yuan Country's rules.Yan Yin and Yan Qihao knelt and stood together, their movements were neat and meticulous.At the side, attendants had already come out to receive Zhao He's gift and lead the father and son to their seats.

The two countries of Yuan and Zhao were at war, and Zhao was retreating steadily, the capital of the country was besieged, and it had already lost the prestige of the suzerain state.The envoys from Xixia, Shiwei, Goryeo, Chenla, Dali, Dashi and other countries who came to attend the court meeting in previous years could not see any of them. This year's court meeting suddenly became much quieter.

Three more Jingyang bells rang, and a servant with a bright head drew his voice and asked in the hall: "Ban Qi is the end?" The guards in the hall responded in unison: "Ban Qi——!"

All the officials bowed together, and Zhao Suzong Kang Yan, who was dressed in court clothes, turned out from the apse. I saw that he was only just over [-] years old, and his temples were gray. , coupled with gray hair, makes people feel a kind of indescribably weird.

Zhao Suzong had a peaceful smile on his face, and he burned incense and prayed for relief, praying for the common people in the upper sky, and the faint smell of agarwood wafted out, with a hint of sweetness in the coldness..." Lu Zi Xinqing is the same as Qing." Zhao Suzong's voice was clear and mellow, and he uttered these eight characters slowly.All the imperial guards immediately echoed loudly, the sound was like thunder.

The sound of strings is like cracking silk, drums and music are played in unison, singing and dancing are peaceful, and the state banquet begins.

Yan Yin's eyes were gurgling, and she just lingered around the surrounding display of things such as dharma horses, brochures, ceremonial guards, and green umbrellas.

Yan Qihao was a little worried that he would suddenly ask what those things were, but he couldn't answer them himself.The people of Yuanguo have always been nomadic and hunting for a living, moving around, even the emperor often lives in tents, there is no such complicated ceremonial guards at all, there are more than half of the things inside, even Yan Qihao can't name them.

The waiters shuttled like flying, bringing up the dishes, wine and food at a price.

Yan Yin's thoughts immediately turned to those fragrant delicacies.Although he was greedy, he still paid attention to etiquette and did not dare to move the chopsticks first, but lightly placed the fingertips of ten fingers on the table, like a little leopard looking for an opportunity.After thinking about it, he felt impolite again, quickly put his hand down, raised his head and smiled shyly at Yan Qihao, then let out another gulp, and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

Yan Qihao secretly laughed in his heart, no matter how he pretended to be an adult, he was still a child at heart.

After the banquet, the envoys and ministers surrounded Zhao Suzong and went to Xuandemen to celebrate the new year with the people.

The top of the city tower is full of crowns and capes, colorful, and the bottom of the city tower is full of people, bustling with each other.There is also a group of white cranes dancing and dancing in the sky above Xuande Gate, lingering and singing like complaints, all the people are looking up and admiring.

On the first day of the new year, such auspicious appearance should be a good sign, right?Everyone thinks so.

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