Dream Hua Embers Records

Yan Qihao stepped into King Chong's big tent, and saw that the ground and the table were full of things, he hurriedly asked: "Uncle, what is this?"

"Here! See for yourself!" Yan Luhu handed the Zhazi in his hand to Yan Qihao.

Yan Qihao unfolded the letter, and saw that it was a letter, "A question to Prince Dayuan and Marshal Junqian: Since the army is coming far away, I have won the old contract, and I will always cherish kindness and righteousness, and I will never forget it. Meaning, there is always a small gift, which is like a different style. It is said that the happy alliance is established, and we will do our best to deal with it. This kindness is so poor, and I miss it deeply. After the reconciliation, the righteousness is the same family, and I hope to stop the people and soldiers quickly, so that the whole city can live I also hope that we will return to the appointment soon. Sincerely.” Although the words are euphemistic, the meaning is very clear, and they are only urging the two countries to conclude an agreement early.

Yan Qihao glanced at the inscription and saw that it was Shuo Wang Kangying, Yu Wang Kangyu, and Yongan County Wang Kangwei, so he frowned and asked: "I know this Yu Wang Kangyu, he is Zhao Suzong's younger brother, but this Shuo Wang Kangying is Who? The ranking is in front of King Yu."

The clerk at the side bowed and replied: "It's Zhao Suzong Kang Yan's eldest son, who just performed the crown ceremony last summer and was named King Shuo."

"He is the eldest son, but he has not been named the crown prince. Is he a bastard?" Yan Qihao asked.

The scribe answered vaguely: "...Yes."

"Apart from the crown prince, is he the only prince named king?" Yan Qihao asked again.

"Yes." This time the clerk answered very simply, "This Shuo Wang Kangying and the crown prince Kang Mao are both in the same year. They have already been crowned and crowned king at the same time. To the age of being promoted to a title."

Yan Qihao nodded, and said to Yan Luhu, "I didn't expect these three people to control the government, and Zhang Guochang, the governor, didn't take any action."

"Zhao's rules are different from ours. The power of the chief executive is not great. But it doesn't matter, when the time comes, it's not a matter of our words? Let them make a fuss for a few days!"

"What Uncle Wang said is true." Yan Qihao agreed casually, and turned to the gift list on the next page, a 'pearl milled golden rooster and a hundred opera character belt', complete with black lacquer box.A pair of pearl frilly ring clip bags, on which there are 23 northern pearls, all of which are made of hemp tone.The pearl jade pinch grate is full of targets.Fifty bolts of tight silk, fifty bolts of golden brocade, fifty bolts of plain silk, fifty bolts of red brocade, one hundred bolts of deer embryos, a large horn of small dragon balls picked from buds in the Xingguo tea farm, thirty cups of tea from Jianzhou Heyuan, 100 liang of borneol, [-] notes of incense. "Seeing that belt, Yan Qihao's heart skipped a beat.

Yan Luhu smiled and said, "Sure enough, there are still many good things banned in Zhao Guo, but if they don't mention it, we have forgotten about tea and spices.

"Uncle Wang..." Yan Qihao was a little embarrassed, "Can I give this belt to my nephew?"

Yan Luhu narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Qihao, "The sun is coming out from the west. It's rare that you like something so much."

Yan Qihao blushed, and muttered, "Uncle..."

Seeing Yan Qihao's embarrassment, Yan Luhu laughed loudly, "Just take it, uncle and nephew, why are you so polite!"

Yan Qihao pursed his lips into a smile, and bowed slightly, "Then give this little dragon ball to my nephew too!"

"Haha! You're really living and going back. You are such a big man, but you want things like a child. Take them all! If you look at anything good, you can just pick them up, so you don't have to say uncle The king bullied you."

Yan Qihao was even more embarrassed, "It's not that my nephew is greedy for these things, it's just that Yin'er likes it."

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, night.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the weather has been rare in the past few days.A full moon hangs in the dark blue sky, slightly tinged with cyan.The twelve city gates on the four walls are all brightly lit. On all the city walls, a lamp is lit at intervals. Condensed tripod.In the tripod, there is a dark chaos, and the Bian River is like a rusted mirror, reflecting the night sky and stars faintly, outlining a blurred scene.Occasionally, there are one or two lights in the city, dim red, small, like eyes in doubt, struggling timidly out of the darkness, trying to shine...

Above the city, there is the prosperity of gold and green, but below the city, there are only embers of dreams scattered in the clouds.The contrast between high and low, light and darkness, noise and silence is so strong.Everything that was best about the city had been stripped away, leaving only a tired and dying shell.

In the gate of the city, the lights and candles are shining like daylight, and the ink on the bulletin just pasted in the morning is still fresh: "The imperial decree has been passed down, and the army will provide imperial tents, food, charcoal fire, and other things. The reception is excellent. The number of gold and silver watches has not yet been negotiated, and it is safe to drive back. The soldiers and civilians are worried, so they order more announcements. The right list tells the soldiers and civilians that each order is safe, and they must be quiet and not noisy." Zhao Suzong's An Min issued an edict , Facing the empty and deserted Tianjie, it seemed like self-deprecating.

At the top of Jinglongmen City, the sound of silk and bamboo is loud and deafening.Hitting pills and kicking cujus, stepping on ropes and climbing poles, medicine puppets, monkeys presenting a hundred operas, fish jumping through knife gates, commanding bees and butterflies, chasing and calling ants, riddles written in sand, swallowing swords and crushing stones, zaju with flute pipes... everything.

The musicians are still the same musicians, the actors are still the same actors, and even the costumes and repertoire are the same as in previous years. They have not changed, but they have moved from the lower part of the city to the upper part of the city. The spectators have changed from Zhao people to Yuan people...

Yan Qihao was wearing a honey-colored T-shirt with the "pearl-milled golden rooster and a hundred opera character belt" tied at his waist, holding Yan Yin in his arms, watching the lanterns at the top of the city.

Yan Yin held a "fire bayberry" made of jujube meat mixed with gunpowder and charcoal, giggling, the lights reflected on the faces of the father and son, it was a joyful scene, only the embers of the fire bayberry fell , showing a bit of prosperity and desolation.

On all sides of the city tower, there are tens of feet high poles, on which are hung various paper-made figures of a hundred operas, each of whom is wrapped in thin silk, and the wind blows, and the thin silk flutters and dances, setting off the straw-made paper. The person who is here is also like a flying fairy.

There are also Kongming lanterns, one after another, rising one after another, the warm yellow light illuminates the boundless darkness, some of the lamps are decorated with feathers, those feathers are stirred by the heat of the lamps, blown by the wind, Flapping slowly, like flying wings...

Yan Yin's eyes were almost useless, looking at this and then at that, his face was shining with excitement.Yan Qihao's eyes were only on his son's face, and he didn't leave for a moment...Holding his son in his arms like this, cuddling him so intimately, he had never done this before, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to reproduce it after that. After entering the palace, it may be several years before we meet again. Yin'er should have grown into an adult and can't be hugged anymore...

In the distance, the team of dancing grass dragons meanders.Every scale of the giant dragon made of straw is either inserted with incense or lit with candles, as if swallowing clouds and spitting out fire, shining brilliantly.Sometimes it hovers, sometimes it sprints, sprinkles a little bit of fire, falls on the ground, and then goes out in an instant, all the booming fires are nothing more than a torch of light and a handful of ashes in the end...

The little bit of fire dripping from the grass dragon unexpectedly splashed onto Yan Yin's hand, Yan Yin flinched in pain, only to see the old wound on the back of her hand, and some blue and yellow imprints, on top of the imprints were a handful Gray embers.The hands that were once white as cream and clean as butter are stained with red dust and scarred. Will they be able to return to their original state?Or, under the erosion of the years, will it be broken into cracks like crab claws on Ru kiln porcelain?

Just when the prosperity was in full swing, the wind and cloud suddenly changed suddenly, and the snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell without warning, and the strong wind howled, blowing those brilliant lights into pieces.

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