Chang’an’s First Beauty

Pieces of thick black fog appeared in front of Lu Yan's eyes...

In the seventeenth year of Yuanqing, November 14th.

When Buddha dawned, the thick fog of the early morning slowly spread to the surroundings, and the gray sky and gray city walls gradually merged into one.

Snow fell slowly and fell into frost.

The busy east and west markets in the past have long since lost their excitement. The eight streets and nine mosques, sparsely formed, Chang'an, which has been ravaged by disasters, is already full of defects.

The emperor asked for the truth, and after he entered the temple, he completely delegated power. The Xu family was powerful, and the prince was respected by the whole dynasty.

A plague, two months, the court completely changed blood,

Those veteran officials who survived by chance have all learned to curb their edge and behave with their heads down. In vain, they thought they were scheming and sophisticated, but in the end they were forced by a harem woman.

If you want to face saints, the only chance is when all nations come to Korea at the end of the year.

At least, Emperor Cheng Yuan was still the emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty. If he is the emperor, he has to personally receive and entertain the tribute envoys and tributary masters.

But they also knew in their hearts that even if they saw the emperor, they were still powerless to return to heaven.

The Jin Dynasty followed the tributary system of past dynasties and set up special institutions for borrowing tributary envoys and Tibetan masters-Honghe Temple and the Ministry of Ritual. They are responsible for the preparation of receptions, banquets, welcomes, and commendation ceremonies.

The personal safety of the envoys is still the responsibility of Jingzhao Mansion.

The list of tribute envoys was delivered to Lu Yan in early November.

Lu Yan nodded at the list, frowned, and Yang Zong bowed to the side and said, "Master, the canonization ceremony of the county lord of Rong'an will be tomorrow."

The head of Rong'an County, who is also the niece of Queen Xu, Xu Yiqing.

Lu Yan leaned back, rubbed his index finger against the center of his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice, "How's the investigation of Tianshi Ge's matter?"

"The subordinates checked his origins and found that this person is unpredictable, and there is nothing wrong with it. If you want to come, he has some real skills. There is just one thing. He was with Xu Hou's side more than a year ago. 'S in-house attendant has a relationship."

A year ago, Xu's line was long enough.

Lu Yan knew that if Ge Yun had no real skills, Xu Empress would not reuse him, nor would he be able to confuse the king of a country to this point. He tapped the table with his index finger, "Where is the plague in Luoyang?"

Yang Zong squeezed a fist and said, "Does the master really want to continue the investigation?"

"Say."

Yang Zong handed over a list and whispered: "Almost the same as the main material, the plague spread to Chang'an, it is indeed caused by man, and it is inseparable from the Sun family."

There was a smile at the corner of Lu Yan's mouth, and he couldn't get rid of the Sun family. That was the Xu family deliberately.

"Who else has seen this list?"

"There is only one of our secret stakes, but others have already..." Yang Zong didn't say the rest, and Lu Yan knew too.

"Haosheng resettled his family."

Lu Yan looked out the window.

I don't know when the day in Chang'an has become so sad.

"Master, the eldest princess also asked me to bring you a word."

Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and motioned to him.

"The eldest princess said, after all, you have set a wedding date with the county lord of Rong'an right now. There are some things that you should pay attention to."

Lu Yan put the list of tribute envoys into his arms, and said lightly: "I have a sense of measure."

The north wind is bitter.

Lu Yan was wearing a black cloak, carrying a lamp, and walking on the snow.

He pushed open the door of Chengyuan, looking at the orange halo not far away, his heart tightened inexplicably.

He and Xu Qiniang's marriage is full of Beijing, no one knows, no one knows, even he does not know how long he can keep it from her.

Seeing him coming, Shen Zhen took a step forward and undressed him very skillfully. Her nose was always sensitive, and she knew he was drinking when she approached him.

She walked to the side in silence, poured a cup of warm water, and put it in Lu Yan's hand, "Sir, drink some water to save stomach upset."

Lu Yan took a few sips, then put down the water glass, looked at the white face in front of him, and couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her.

Seeing that he meant that, Shen Zhen hugged his waist and raised his head in response.

The candle flickered, and breathing became more and more rapid.

The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger.

When the love reached the depths, he clasped her little hand and asked her to call out his own name. The sweet tone was broken, and the inkstone on his forehead violently broke with a muffled voice.

Breathing gradually became even, Lu Yan leaned on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to caress her face. His small face was so big that he didn't dare to use it.

Forget it, it has been a year since she lived in Chengyuan.

Outside spring, summer and autumn, the four seasons rotate, as if nothing has to do with her.

"You live here by yourself, but would you feel boring?" Lu Yan mentioned her sideburns.

"Yes." Shen Zhen raised his eyes to look at him, "but I know the adults are to protect me." She knew that as long as she got out of here, she couldn't protect herself.

Lu Yan tucked the corner of his mouth and did not speak.

She has always been so sensible.

At this moment, his thoughts are very simple. As long as the saint takes his life back, at the beginning of next year, he will invite her out and take her out of Beijing.

Yangzhou or Suzhou.

He stretched his palm into the bedding, patted her leg, and whispered: "But I can get up."

Shen Zhen's face was slightly red, and he gave a barely audible "um".

"My head hurts a little, you go and get the list on the case."

Shen Zhen put on a piece of clothes and held an oil lamp in his hand. He walked to the side of the case and saw the list he was talking about.

"My lord said this?"

Lu Yan nodded, "Let's open it. This is the list of envoys from various countries visiting at the end of the year."

Shen Zhen opened it and read from right to left.

Zhaowu nine surnames: Kang Guo, Ang Guo, Cao, America, Shi, He, Huoxun, Shi, Wudi.

The Tochara country in the south of the Amu Darya, that is, Pouta and Fanyan.

To the east are Japan, Goryeo, Silla, and Baekje.

Nebraska in the west, Khitan, Xi, and Shiwei in the northeast.

Sha Tuo and Xue Yan Tuo in the north...

Uighur!

Shen Zhen's eyes flashed, however, the second prince of Uighur did not come with his family.

After a while, Shen Zhen lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Thank you, sir."

Lu Yan squeezed the palm of her hand, "Knowing that you can't worry about Princess Yonghe, I sent someone to go back to bring you some news."

Shen Zhen looked at him.

Some fondly cling to him.

A smile appeared on the man's face, and he bluntly said: "The second Uighur prince treats Princess Yonghe very well. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the only pet. I didn't bring her here this time, it must be because of the Shen family."

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Zhen suddenly realized.

Yup.

Princess Yonghe married the Uighurs for the friendship between the two countries. If she came back and found that the Shen family was destroyed, her father was in jail, and her brothers and sisters were missing, what a heartbreak would be...

Shen Zhen had red eyes, took a deep breath, and murmured: "As long as the second sister is doing well, it will be done."

Lu Yan raised his hand and rubbed her hair for comfort.

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The New Year’s Eve is approaching, the missions of various countries have arrived in Beijing one after another, and the Emperor Cheng Yuan has finally appeared.

In the seventeenth year of Yuanqing, the Jin Dynasty continued to have disasters, but the number of people who came to pay tribute was the largest in history. I want to know that many dependent countries came here for a different purpose.

In order to preserve the royal family's face, Hongshe Temple replaced all the silver chopsticks used at the state banquet with gold chopsticks.

On New Year's Day, the nations met in the Hanyuan Hall of Daming Palace.

As the third-ranking minister of the Central Government, Lu Yan must be on the side of the accompanying emperor.

When the banquet began, people had not even walked into the hall, and the sound of silk and bamboo had filled the entire palace courtyard.

The majestic and majestic gate of the palace is like a nine-fold heaven gate, which opens suddenly, and envoys from various countries wear gorgeous costumes and stand outside the main hall with a dazzling array of tributes.

Emperor Cheng Yuan was sitting beyond, the whole person looked like withered, but his eyes were particularly bright.

"Noisy people enter the hall!" Cheng Yuan said.

As soon as the voice fell, the envoys bowed their waists one after another with the gift of the Central Plains, and shouted, "Longevity has no boundaries."

Afterwards, all parties offered gifts one by one. Lions, antelopes, amber incense, good horses, leopards, precious jade, and wine bottles were easy to carry, and the inconvenient ones were all written on the gift list.

All nations come to the dynasty and respect him as the emperor. Who will remain unmoved in the face of such a scene?

Emperor Cheng Yuan was moved, and the prince was also moved.

The crown prince glanced at the throne that was close at hand, and his scalp was numb.

What he used to be out of reach is now at his fingertips.

The lanterns in the center of the hall are shining, bright as day, delicacies, beautiful like clouds.

When the vocal music started, sixty-six actors walked around the column, halfway through the dance, and another oriole chanted a congratulatory message, changing in turn.

Lu Yan was faintly disturbed, and whispered to Yang Zong: "How come the face of the saint's guard is born like this?"

Yang Zongdao: "The saint's own guards have stayed in the Taoist temple in order to protect the dragon."

Princess Jing'an continued: "After the state banquet, there will be a family banquet. If you want, put it at the family banquet."

"Son knows."

Princess Jing'an held the cup to her mouth and whispered, "Before the envoy entered the palace, have all the people at Hongyou Temple searched?"

Lu Yan shook his head, "Said it was searched, but the principal of Honghu Temple is Xu Kanglin."

Xu Kanglin, Xu Xiang's biological brother.

At this moment, Xu Hou turned his head and said: "The princess's head disease is getting better? I have been sick for several months, and my palace is very worried."

Emperor Cheng Yuan looked at his mother’s sister, squinted his eyes, and took a deep breath, “Jing’an, I’m in the view, the most...the one who is most at ease is you. If you feel uncomfortable, just... Just tell me that I will find an imperial doctor to treat you."

The princess Jing'an saw that her elder brother couldn't even speak coherently now, and her heart trembled faintly, "I'm getting sick. Your Majesty Lao and Niang Niang bother."

Emperor Cheng Yuan frowned and said dumbly: "The old problems are just..."

The words of Emperor Cheng Yuan were not finished yet, the criss-cross curtains in the hall suddenly caught fire. Following the wind, the fire spread instantly...

Queen Xu clutched her chest and exclaimed, "What are you still doing?"

Someone shouted: "The hall is running out of water! Get water!"

"And those sandy soil."

Emperor Cheng Yuan stood up slightly trembling, and one of the sixty-six actors suddenly jumped to the table and took out a few short arrows from his chest with his arm as a bow.

He shot in the direction of Emperor Cheng Yuan "duh".

Xu Hou was so frightened that he sat on the ground, Lu Yan pushed the princess away, quickly caught one with his eyesight, and yelled, "Guardian!"

The pleasant reaction is not as fast as arrows.

Lu Yan was in front of Emperor Cheng Yuan.

A few arrows passed through his ears, and a few arrows pierced his chest...

After a while, a puff of blood rushed to his throat, turning into a fiery smell, his body gradually tilted, and there was a little blood on the magnificent hall.

The pupils of Princess Jing'an shrank slightly, and there seemed to be a heavy stone falling on her chest. When her tinnitus sounded, she roared, "Yan'er!"

A night banquet of indulgence suddenly felt like a very absurd farce.

Before closing his eyes, Lu Yan glanced at the gradually blurred carved beams.

He twitched his lips lightly.

For the people of Dajin.

For the minister's duty.

For the salvation.