Jun Jin Ru Ye GL

A few days later, the wind and snow stopped, and the long-lost sun shone on the earth.Princess Pengcheng and the young emperor each led a servant, and rode out of the palace gate on horseback.

Pingcheng is huge, with the imperial city to the north, the West Palace and the East Palace centered on the Taiji Hall; Qilin officials are located, and the Palace of Guards is located in the province.

Twenty miles south of the imperial city is the capital city, which is divided into cities.Take the number of earthly branches and open twelve gates, three gates on each side; three avenues from east to west, north to south, and three to three intersect each other, dividing the city into nine lanes, and cutting out sixteen large squares.

Each square is built with a wall, and a cross street is opened inside it, with four gates, and it is also a small city within the city.Therefore, there is a pattern of hundreds of blocks standing side by side and nine alleys facing each other, singing stage, dancing pavilion, moon hall and cloud hall.Most of the people who can live here are the official offices in central Beijing, including the Han people with the surname of the county and the nobles of Xianbei.

The 32nd li of the outer circle of Kyoto is Guocheng, which is also planned as Fangli.There are horse markets, cattle markets, grain markets, textile markets, grocery markets, gold and jade shops, etc., and commercial workshops;

There is a drum tower in each square. When the night curfew is held, the drum is used as a sign, and the square is closed for inspection to prepare for treachery.

"Hmmm." At this moment, Tuoba Jun was fiddling with his tone, and imitating the ritual of bowing hands and saluting Han people, he clasped his hands together and raised his palms inward, nodding his head and shouting solemnly to Young Emperor: "Brother Yuan Hong."

The voice deliberately became deep, with a trace of roughness.She was disguised as a man, wearing brocade pleats, hair and a crown, a gold belt around her waist, a single silver ring on her left ear, and a handsome nobleman riding a white horse.

Every time she goes out of the palace, she likes to dress up as a man, because she is so beautiful, and people who don't know what is good or bad often come to strike up a conversation, so dressing up as a man can save some troubles.

"Brother Yuan Jun." Tuoba Hong cooperated and returned the salute. He was dressed in a very simple Han makeup, with a Hu Feng Han charm, and wearing a washclothes. Even though he was low-key, he still couldn't conceal his appearance And the inherent Wang Feng.

In private, the young emperor secretly gave himself a Chinese surname of Yuan's, so both brothers and sisters called themselves Yuan Hong and Yuan Jun outside the palace.Liu Ying and Lan Ya were holding the horses aside, they both looked at each other and smiled, they both thought the actions of the masters were funny.

The capital is prosperous and prosperous, and the crowds come and go in different costumes. Among them are not only Xianbei and Han people, but also other nomadic peoples and Hu merchants from the Western Regions.They looked at each other on the road, the camel bells rang one after another, and all the treasures from all directions gathered here.

The young emperor inspected the people's sentiments all the way, and saw that different folk customs were mixed and mixed in this territory, and they were inclusive, which also showed that the emperor has always governed the country well.But thinking of the word governing the country, the joy in his brows and eyes became gloomy again.

"Brother Hong." Tuoba Jun called him suddenly, jumped off the white horse, and straightened his clothes: "Brother, go to the small bookstore nearby, and brother, go to the Taiping Building in front and wait for me."

Tuoba Hong also jumped off the horse and walked up to the princess: "What books? Don't they have any in the palace's library?"

"I said you can't scold me." Tuoba Jun grinned.

Tuoba Hong nodded: "You say."

Tuoba Jun laughed playfully: "To tell you the truth, my brother secretly reads some chat books on weekdays."

"Oh~" Tuoba Hong suddenly opened his mouth, no wonder this ghostly girl is sometimes surprisingly obedient in the palace, she often holds a book and looks serious.Then he reached out and tapped her forehead lightly: "My brother is still young, so he started reading these indecent scriptures, no wonder he wants to hide himself as a brother."

"The eldest son misunderstood." Lan Ya helped to explain: "The younger son is just reading some privately compiled anecdotes about the palace ban."

"Anecdotes about the palace ban?" Tuoba Hong tapped the princess on the forehead lightly again: "Those are all gossip rumors, what's so interesting, they are all unbelievable."

"It's better than the Four Books and Five Classics." Tuobajun retorted softly, "And I found this article quite interesting. It's about the rebellion of the Eight Kings caused by the Queen of the Western Jin Dynasty, Jananfeng. Unfortunately, only half of the volume has been published, so I want to read it Did the other half come out?"

Hearing the Rebellion of the Eight Kings, Tuoba Hong sneered, and said sarcastically: "The story of the destruction of the country in the Western Jin Dynasty is indeed interesting. If you are interested, go buy it."

Tuoba Jun nodded a little, and said to Lan Ya: "There are many people in the market, you follow the young master first."

"Young master, be careful." Lan Ya exhorted softly.

Tuoba Jun left alone, followed the path and soon arrived at the door of the small bookstore.

In a small Moxiang shop, the word "Wenhua" is written on the plaque, which is thin and powerful. There are many literati coming in and out, and the business is very hot.

Tuoba Jun stood where he was, looked up at the words on the plaque and stayed for a while habitually, feeling itchy in his heart.

She has never read thousands of Chinese characters, but at least hundreds.This man's handwriting is neither surly nor violent, upright and meticulous, with clear lifting and pressing. The tall one is thin and stretched, while the short one is strong and powerful, and his posture reveals a bit of charm.She couldn't tell whether the person writing was a man or a woman, she was always itchy because of curiosity.

After a while, she restrained her thoughts and entered the bookstore with her hands behind her back and her chest out.

"Aunt Fang, is the next volume of "The Demon Queen in Troubled Times" coming out?" At this time, someone from the bookstore asked.

"The Demon Queen in Troubled Times" is the history of the Jin Dynasty that Tuoba Jun is reading. It describes the darkness of the court at that time from the standpoint of the jealous and tyrannical demon queen.

Another writer praised with a smile: "I really want to meet this writer. He must have an exquisite and ingenious heart to write the story so thoroughly."

The Han woman called Aunt Fang, in her thirties, well-dressed and good-looking, responded with a slight smile: "Mr. has been feeling unwell recently, and the first draft is not yet finished, and the next volume will have to wait for some time."

Hearing this, several people sighed.

"Mr. is sick, so it's because of health.

"Then just wait."

The two writers in front of the desk spoke sympathetically, and then disappeared with the rest of the people.

"Aunt Fang." Tuoba Jun walked to the desk, looked at the woman and said in a concentrated voice, "Is the mister's illness serious?"

Seeing that it was Mr. Yuan, Fang Sanniang's expression became more friendly: "It's usually cold, and you'll be fine in a few days."

Tuobajun is a frequent visitor here, and among the regular visitors, she is the one who genuinely cares about her husband, so Fang Sanniang treats her better than others.

"Mr. must be staying up all night writing manuscripts again." Tuoba Jun guessed, and rubbed the leather whip on his waist with his fingertips, revealing his worried little thoughts.

But she didn't notice that there was a person standing behind the bookcase by her side, and her eyes happened to notice her small movements.

"Cough cough, cough cough..." The man's throat felt itchy, and he coughed twice uncontrollably.

The cough!

Tuoba Jun's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned around to look.

There is a bookcase between the two of them, but she can see the upper half of the other's face and a general figure from the space in the bookcase.

Such an elegant son, he looks about the same age and height as the emperor brother, with slender eyes, the tails of the eyes are slightly upturned gracefully, the eyes are gentle and shining without flowing, and the eyebrows are thick and slender.

When Sima Jin found himself there, he turned around in a panic and turned his back to the bookcase.

Tuoba Jun withdrew his gaze, and murmured a little disappointed: "I thought it was Mr. here."

With the mature foundation of Mr.'s past books and the way of thinking about the situation, it is not like such a young man can write it.She guessed that the husband should be about the same age as Aunt Fang.

A trace of embarrassment swept across Fang Sanniang's face: "Sir is recuperating at his own home, why did he come here. Don't worry, Mr. Yuan, once the manuscript comes out, Sanniang will definitely keep a copy for you."

Taking advantage of the conversation between the two, Sima Jin quickly walked to the corner of the wall, lightly lifted the bamboo curtain when no one was paying attention, and quickly left through the back door.

But at the corner, I met my aunt.

"Wenhua, why don't you keep it at home." Sima Yan held a paper bag of shortbread in his hand, and looked at his niece dressed up by the man in surprise.

Sima Jin explained: "I wanted to come out to get some air, but I came to the bookstore before I knew it." Her voice was warm and light, and it was a little hoarse due to illness.

"Go back quickly, don't toss your body anymore, or your mother will have trouble sleeping and eating again." Sima Yan urged, and left with the crispy cake, not thinking about sharing a piece with his niece.

Sima Jin continued walking slowly, and the image of Tuoba Jun suddenly flashed in his mind.He is really a beautiful nobleman, although he looks younger than himself, but his temperament is very mature, and his nobility is dazzling.

Mother called him Mr. Yuan, and it turned out that he was the enthusiastic regular customer that Mother had been mentioning.