Nu Yalang of Tang Dynasty

In the countries in the Western Regions, since the Han Dynasty, festivals such as New Year's Eve and Yuan's Day have been no different from the Central Plains rituals.

However, after the An-Shi Rebellion, the Western Region fell into the hands of Tubo and the Uighurs, so the calendar year changed.

For example, the Spring Festival celebrated on the First Day of the Western Regions gradually evolved into the "Spring Festival" starting from the Spring Equinox and ending at the Qingming Festival after the An-Shi Rebellion.

Of course, this is what he said, let’s not mention it for now.

The night before New Year's Eve, Zhou Jun was sitting in the main seat of the Qutang Hall of Yanqi Governor's Mansion, watching the flames rising from the fire pit and rushing to the roof, illuminating the surrounding area.

The whole lamb roasted until golden and oily was sizzling on the charcoal fire, and the fair-skinned and beautiful bearded girl danced and stretched branches in the hall to the sound of pipa.

Long Yaoli, the governor of Yanqi, sat on the desk next to Zhou Jun, beating time with his hands and cheering loudly.

Not only him, but also the guests at the banquet were all happy. Some even went to the venue and danced to the music.

Zhou Jun thought to himself, it is recorded in history books that people in the Western Regions like music, and this is indeed the case.

Long Yao immediately saw Zhou Jun watching the dance and drinking, with a happy look on his face, so he took advantage of his drunkenness and asked: "How does Zhou Jun think this music and dance compares with Chang'an?"

Zhou Jun put down his wine glass and said with a smile: "In the Central Plains of the Western Region, each has its own custom, and they are not the same."

Long Yaoli looked at the leading dancer in the field and said to Zhou Jun: "The leader of this dance is Chang Qing from Yanqi Town. If Supervisor Zhou is interested, why not take her back to the mansion?"

When Zhou Jun heard this, he waved his hand and said with a smile: "I don't have such a refined taste."

Long Yaoli laughed twice, raised his glass again and said: "Since Zhou Jian came to Yanqi, the Yinmen killers have been wiped out, the Daqi trade road has been reopened, and the city construction has been carried out smoothly... People in the town are saying that Zhou

The prison has brought a new atmosphere to Yanqi Town."

Zhou Jun drank the wine in the glass, shook his head and said: "I just followed the trend, I shouldn't say this."

Long Yaoli sighed rarely: "Zhou Jian is a talented person, but Yanqi is too young. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you."

Zhou Jun frowned slightly and asked, "Why did Long Shijun say this?"

Long Yaoli: "I have heard a lot about Zhou Jian... You are famous in Chang'an, and even the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty praised you. I am afraid that you have won the Daqi Trade Route during this trip.

I will return to Chang'an for a promotion soon."

Zhou Jun heard the reluctance in his words and felt strange in his heart. The garrison general was always more wary of foreign officials sent by the imperial court, so why did he arrive at Long Yaoli's place, but he was so afraid that he would leave?

Long Yaoli said frankly: "As soon as the Daqi Trade Road was opened, Yanqi Town began to prosper. However, the current good situation is all due to Zhou Jian being in charge. Take the Yinmen Shizucai Fuzhu as an example. This matter spread throughout the Western Regions, and then

This makes Xiaoxiao dare not act rashly... However, if Supervisor Zhou is promoted, he will have to return to Chang'an, and this Daqi trade route will..."

Zhou Jun took a sip of wine and said calmly: "The Daqi Trade Road is very important to the Tang Dynasty. Even if I return to Chang'an, the imperial court will definitely send a talented person to take my place. Long

So that you don’t have to worry.”

The sorrow on Long Yaoli's face did not fade away, and he added: "It's not bad to say so... But the new people sent by the imperial court are new to the Western Regions and are unfamiliar with the place. I'm afraid it will be difficult to maintain the overall situation. What if Daqi merchants

road……"

Zhou Jun looked at Long Yaoli and said with affectation: "Long Shijun's concern, the Daqi trade route in Zhou's province took several years from planning to development, and countless manpower and material resources were used.

Only then did we have the great situation we have today. To be honest, I have feelings for this trade route and for Yanqi... If Zhou’s next successor really can’t control the situation, Long Shijun can write a letter

In the imperial court, no matter how high his official position is, Zhou must return to Yanqi to take charge of the overall situation."

When Long Yaoli heard Zhou Jun's assurance, his face suddenly lit up with joy.

He picked up the wine glass and said to Zhou Jun from a distance: "With these words from Supervisor Zhou, I feel relieved."

There was a lot of drinking and drinking, and the banquet lasted until late.

When Zhou Jun walked out of the gate of the governor's mansion, Hua Yue jumped off the carriage on the street, stuffed the hand warmer in her arms into Zhou Jun's chest, and pulled him onto the carriage.

Zhou Jun, who was sitting in the carriage, saw that Hua Yue's cheeks were red from the cold, and said helplessly: "Let Sun Aying and the others come. You just wait for me at home."

Hua Yue: "Since the incident in Dunhuang, I have been worried about attending banquets."

Zhou Jun laughed dumbly.

Sun Aying, who was in charge of driving the carriage, also said: "Master, my brothers are fully armed and waiting at the front and back. They will never let anyone take advantage of the loophole."

Zhou Jun remembered something and said to Sun Aying outside the car: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. You tell the others and we will have a banquet at the house tomorrow night."

Sun Aying said yes.

Hua Yue smelled Zhou Jun's smell of alcohol and saw that he looked tired, so she said, "Let's rest in the car for a while."

Zhou Jun opened the curtain, looked at the moonlight outside the car, and whispered: "I wonder what's going on in Bachuan?"

On the other side, Chang'an is thousands of miles away.

Bachuan Villa, Caiwei Courtyard. The courtyard hired craftsmen a year ago and spent a lot of money to build a huge hothouse made of pepper and mud in the back room.

Zanthoxylum bungeanum is a high-quality long fiber material. It has the effects of warming and dispersing cold, strengthening the stomach and dehumidifying, relieving pain and killing insects, detoxifying and regulating qi, relieving itching and removing fishy smell. It can be built into houses in mud and smoked by the heat of charcoal stoves.

It can emit a faint medicinal scent, which can not only regulate the body, but also keep heat better than ordinary houses.

However, Zanthoxylum bungeanum is very expensive in Chang'an, and most people are not even willing to buy it for cooking, let alone use it to build walls.

In this steaming room, Yin Yu, who was only wearing a short tuxedo and gauze, put her black hair on top of her head and fixed it with a hosta. While tuning the strings with her bare hands, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and said to the maid

Said: "Take off some charcoal fire, it's too hot."

Next to her, Song Ruo'e, wearing only a tube top and silk robe, was leaning on the desk, busy writing lyrics for a new play.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The thick curtain in the corridor was opened, and a cold wind rushed in, causing Song Ruo'e to shiver.

Jie Qin walked into the back room of the hot house and was hit by the heat wave. He took a few steps back and couldn't help but said: "Is there a fire in this room?"

Seeing that Yin Yu was there, Xie Qin hurriedly came over, saluted, and said ten thousand blessings.

Yin Yu waved her hands, without even raising her head, staring at the music score in the new playbook and concentrating on playing the piano.

Jie Qin hesitated for a moment and said to Yin Yu: "Princess, the servants from the palace are looking for you everywhere."

Yin Yu still didn't look away from the music score, and asked absently: "What do you want from me?"

Xie Qin: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve..."

Yin Yu was stunned, turned around and asked Xie Qin: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve? How many days have I lived in Bachuan?"

Xie Qin: "I'm afraid it's been a month."

Yin Yu: "Time flies so fast."

Xie Qin smiled bitterly: "I have been urged several times by the palace, but you have always put your foot down."

Yin Yu put down the piano and said: "The palace is very boring."

Song Ruo'e on the side said nonchalantly: "I'll just go back and come back."

Xie Qin glared at Song Ruo'e: "New Year's Eve is the Yuan Day, and after the Yuan Day is the Lantern Festival. There are so many things in the palace, how can Your Highness have time?"

Song Ruo'e shrank her neck and stopped talking.

Yin Yu stood up, took a look at the water carvings, and said to Jie Qin: "It's late today, so just tell the palace that I will stay one more night and leave tomorrow morning."

Xie Qin responded helplessly.

After conveying Yin Yu's words to the chamberlain who came from the palace, Xie Qin returned to the hot room. Seeing that Yin Yu and Song Ruo'e were reading the script, with no intention of leaving, he simply asked the maids to bring in the dinner.

Next, the three girls chatted about home affairs while eating.

Yin Yu: "The first day of June is Lady Yuhuan's birthday. I promised her that I would prepare a new play specifically for her. Judging from the current progress, it should be enough."

Song Ruo'e crossed her legs and sat in front of the dining table, eating shortbread. She said: "You can write a complete play within the first month. The key is to find the right role."

Xie Qin was sitting in front of the case. Seeing that Song Ruo'e was tall and tall, sitting in the same posture as a man, he frowned and said, "You are also a famous and talented woman in Chang'an. You should always pay attention to your manners on weekdays."

Song Ruo'e said nonchalantly: "Throughout the ages, talented women have always been proud of themselves. Which one of them can end up with a good end? On the contrary, those housewives in the market can live a peaceful and happy life."

Xie Qin was robbed of her virginity. Although she was angry, she was speechless for the moment.

Yin Yu said while drinking sweet-scented osmanthus soup: "Speaking of which, I do think of someone else, Concubine Mei."

Song Ruo'e: "Who is Concubine Mei?"

Yin Yu: "Concubine Mei's original name was Jiang Caiping. She was elected to the palace at the end of Kaiyuan. Her father originally loved her very much. After that, Lady Yuhuan came, and Concubine Mei was slowly left out. But just this year, somehow, My father suddenly remembered Concubine Mei, and he was rewarded, given a title, and took her to many places. Lady Yuhuan lost her temper many times because of this."

Song Ruo'e was eating fried lamb spine and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Yin Yu looked at Song Ruo'e and blinked: "I have seen Concubine Mei. She is not only good at reciting poems and composing poems, but also loves singing, dancing and acting. She is one of the best in the palace in terms of literary talent. In terms of appearance, she is also graceful and graceful.

It is somewhat similar to someone."

Song Ruo'e's hand holding the chopsticks paused, her eyes widened and she asked Yin Yu: "You mean, Concubine Mei is quite similar to me?"

Xie Qin was also surprised, and immediately reacted and said: "It's just a coincidence."

Yin Yu shrugged: "Who knows."

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