Inside and Outside World

"This is the Hanfu I made: 襜褕."

Wang Dongwei held a set of neatly folded clothes including the middle clothes in his hands, and handed them to Yan Luo: "The so-called 襜褕, that is, straight 裂, there is such a sentence in Shuowen Jiezi: One 楜褕It is called 襜褕. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, straight garments had already appeared.”

"Strictly speaking, what I made should be straight-leg deep clothes, which borrowed from the shape of Zhu Zi's deep clothes: round sleeves, square collars, black edges, and large belts, but without the crown and scarf. In addition, the linen is only used White, cyan, and no other colors."

"But to be honest, white and blue are good at making men's Hanfu."

"It is in line with the integrity of the Han people."

In the past two days, Yan Luo has remembered and even memorized a lot of knowledge about ancient Chinese culture. He is no stranger to wearing this set of straight train and deep clothes, and immediately becomes an ancient scholar in a TV series.

Seeing this 1.8 meter tall, fair-skinned man with ivory tinge, face like a crown jade, tall and tall man, Wang Dongwei couldn't help but exclaimed enviously: "It's really... Moshang is like jade, your son is unparalleled in the world."

"Even if you praise me so much, I won't be happy."

Yan Luo took out the Panlong stick with a blank expression, and tied the 62-jin steel weapon with two cloth belts, and tied it behind his back.

"You bring the Han sword, the eight-faced Han sword matches the Han clothing."

"There is a saying: A gentleman wears a sword. I have never heard of a gentleman carrying a stick." Wang Dongwei handed over the sword.

"Long weapons in this era mean superb technology and advanced productivity. This dragon stick is 2.4 meters long, weighs 62 kilograms, and is made of steel. Such weapons can shock the Greeks."

After listening to Yan Luo's words, Wang Dongwei thought for a while and thought it was true, so he stopped insisting and took out a piece of jade from the phone space.

"Magic treasure?" Zhu Xiaoyong saw this piece of jade, the color of the front is pure green, the back is golden red skin color, the pattern is a dragon hovering above a versicolor versicolor, his eyes widened immediately, the shape of this piece of jade made him unable to bear it I thought of the Jade Talisman of Comprehension.

"How could it be a magic weapon!" Wang Dongwei shook his head helplessly.

"It's just a piece of ordinary jade. I exchanged it with 200 bioenergy points. It doesn't have any special effects. It's an ornament. I liked it so much, so I bought it."

"Yan Luo, tie this piece of jade around your waist."

"Since there is no special effect, why do you ask Yanluo Daiyu to do?" Zhu Xiaoyong asked a little puzzled. He touched this piece of jade and felt that it was not a precious Hetian jade. It's crazy to exchange body energy with points!

"A gentleman is like jade. Jade is the beauty of stone. A gentleman is a man of virtue. Jade does not value color but quality. A gentleman does not value status, money, and good looks. And Yuyan. A gentleman has no reason, and jade will not go away."

"Swords and jade are both belongings of a gentleman. As a negotiating figure among our three 'Huaxia' envoys, Yan Luo naturally wants to show the demeanor of a gentleman of China."

This time Yan Luo didn't refuse, and tied this piece of dragon jade.

In fact, there is another decoration on his hair: a mask of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

"Okay, let's go! Zhu Xiaoyong, remember, no matter what, you can't lose face! If something happens to you later, don't blame me, I'll treat you as a stranger in the future!" Wang Dongwei's tone was a little harsh, if it wasn't for him the last time the world , this fat house is already dead.

"Don't worry, Brother Wang, although I'm fat and nerdy, I'm not stupid."

Zhu Xiaoyong's clothes are different from Yan Luo's. He wears a long gown with a coiled collar. The loose clothes can make him look a little thinner, while Wang Dongwei himself wears a "sleeve shirt", a sleeveless long gown. It appeared in the Song and Ming dynasties and was popular in the Song and Ming dynasties.

Wang Dongwei wore the Eight-Faced Han Sword on his waist, and Zhu Xiaoyong wrapped the ghost-head sword with cloth, and then imitated Yan Luo to carry it on his back.

"Walk."

Yan Luo walked in front, carrying sticks and Peiyu, Wang Dongwei and Zhu Xiaoyong followed behind.

A carriage from the city of Athens is already waiting in the Kartha camp.

After getting on, the four-wheeled carriage drove away immediately.

At the moment, the city of Athens is crowded with people, not to mention more than 7,000 men among the 30,000 citizens, some women and children also came to the streets. I feel ridiculous, but also curious.

All in all, it was a lot of fun.

Many people are dressed up, and some buildings have been cleaned.

The visit of foreign envoys to the court is a big event for any country. After the arrival of foreign envoys, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty even ordered that dragon beard mats must be used for vegetable sales in the capital, and willow trees should be wrapped with silk and satin. The current Athenians also want to impress the three Orientals with a strong and prosperous city.

Pericles and 500 members of parliament, dozens of elders and various scholars are waiting for the arrival of the Chinese envoy in the Parthenon Temple of Athena, the goddess of wisdom.

The four-wheeled carriage entered the city of Athens without stopping, and did not stop until it reached the main gate of the Acropolis.

Yan Luo, Wang Dongwei, and Zhu Xiaoyong got off the carriage to the ground, and immediately saw the crowds, as well as the buildings and temples on the hills.

On the hillside dotted with green trees, countless old boulders, towering stone pillars, and tall temples with almost no variegation are neatly arranged. At a glance, even modern people will feel the solemnity and weight of civilization.

Yan Luo looked at the standing Parthenon Temple. Under the brilliance of the rising sun, the temple seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.

"Is this the Oriental? Huaxia, I've never heard of it."

"There are only three people! How dare you despise us Greece!"

"They are wearing linen? The shape is so strange...Why didn't they wear the same clothes as those dedicated to the Pericles Consul? Humph! I am sure that such clothes are extremely cherished in their country, and they deliberately took them out to surprise us. .”

"Look! The young man in front is carrying a stick! It's so long? It looks like it's made of iron?"

"Impossible. I'm a blacksmith. It's absolutely impossible to forge such a long stick of iron! It will be broken in the middle—these strangers made such a stick to scare people? It's ridiculous!"

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All kinds of discussions were buzzing, and many Athenians glared at the three of them. Under the watchful eyes of all eyes, the three of them began to hike up the mountain.

Yan Luo looked calm, without squinting, and walked along the mountain road step by step.

In the past two days, he heard Wang Dongwei explain the nine appearances of "Book of Rites": heavy feet, respectful hands, straight eyes, calm mouth, quiet voice, straight head, solemn appearance, standing upright, and solemn appearance . Now maintain the most dignified demeanor, with steady steps, looking forward, neither arrogant nor humble.

To be honest, it is not easy to carry a 62-pound Panlong stick. The mask of joy, anger, sorrow and joy on Yan Luo's hair has been set to "sorrow". , will not affect the grooming.

At this time, Wang Dongwei was already worried. He had never been watched by thousands of people in the watch world like now, and the space was filled with the eyes, and the invisible pressure almost made him breathless. Zhu Xiaoyong, the fat man, "changed his face and shook his fear".

"That... that... Brother Wang, I'm so nervous, I want to pee..." Zhu Xiaoyong whispered in Chinese.

"Hold me! Now we represent not only ourselves, but also Huaxia's face!" Wang Dongwei gritted his teeth, suppressing the panic in his heart, "Don't look at those Greeks, look at Yan Luo's back, we follow behind him Walk, don't worry about anything else!"

"calm down…"

Zhu Xiaoyong muttered in his heart, looking at Yan Luo, this guy was carrying a heavy dragon stick but his back was straight, his steps were neither big nor small, every step seemed to be measured by a ruler, seeing this scene for some reason, his heart stabilized a bit.

On the road, there were many Athenians, foreigners, and even slaves—many of them brought slaves to show off in front of foreign envoys—all kinds of curious, indifferent, and mostly angry gazes, Yan Luo was expressionless. Step by step, he walked up the mountainside and stood on the square of the Parthenon.

He saw the consul wearing a leather jacket and long johns and holding a scepter, and a scholar, elder, and councilor named Shimashen.

A man stood up and stood in front of the three of them.

Yan Luo looked at this man, about 50 years old, with a vicissitudes of life and a curly beard, holding a book bound in Egyptian papyrus under his arm, with the name written in Greek on it: "History". With an ancient Greek etiquette, he opened his mouth and said:

"I am Herodotus."