Twilight War

Chapter 53 Chang'an Drum

Drunk and beating the Chang'an drum, laughing at the beauty.

01

Chang'an, Hu Yulou.

The young man in brocade was leaning on the low table in the corner, with a few empty wine jugs rolling around him.

A pair of peach-blossom eyes were flushed with affection, and she fiddled with the glass with her fingers.

In the building, the silk skirts of singers and maikos pass by gilded bronze lamps.

Yuchai stepped forward and kowtowed lightly.

There is a lot of noise, dragon paste wine, and golden caves.Everyone sits on the ground, and the wine is piled up on the low table.

"reward!"

A rich man dressed in heavy brocade from Chang'an laughed and clamored to reward the maiko with expensive head wraps.

The singer and dancer dressed in silk came off the stage, bowing down to refill wine for the young masters.

"Girls and girls, what do you want to hear today?" The gray-robed storyteller bent forward.

The sons of the various families in Hu Yulou also came to see the singing girls and dancers. I heard that the book was just a supplement, and few people cared what they were listening to. A dancer who was crooked in the arms of Mr. Zhang pulled his arm Leaning out, he said with a smile: "I heard that it was a wedding ceremony between our princess and the young master of the Jiangnan Huangxuan family in a few days, why don't you talk about the old Huangxuan's dust and come to listen to it."

"Okay!" Quite a few people responded.

"Which passage do you want to listen to? Do you want to listen to picking up brocade belts at the Osmanthus Banquet, or Mingyue Hegu, or Broken Arm Ping Jianghu, or the battle of Danqiu?"

"Of course I want to hear about Chang'an Jin Yilang." The dancer said holding a wine glass.

"Okay! Then listen to me carefully and wonderfully."

Xingmu shoots the case.

Singers and dancers are like the flying apsaras in Dunhuang paintings. There is no dusk in Chang'an, only the twilight illuminated by lights.

"However, it was said that at the Huangxuan Banquet at the Dangui Banquet, Qiechen mistakenly thought that the headband belonged to some lady, and jumped into the water by himself to pick up the headband..."

800 years ago, the romantic son went to Osmanthus dressed in moonlight brocade.

Too much time has passed in this world, but the romance in the story has not diminished.

The world has been desolate for thousands of years, and the tone of history is earthy, and the romantic man in the story is a ray of moonlight extracted by countless people from this earthy atmosphere.

"The Seventh Prince was not favored that year, and even Emperor Cangwu forgot his birthday. Some people say that the birth mother of the Seventh Prince was originally a shaman in Chu, who was first liked by the Founding Duke, but was later kept by Emperor Cangwu. By his side, no one knows whether Emperor Cangwu and Duke Founder have a rift because of this."

"And on the Seventh Prince's birthday that year, Huangxuan Qiechen climbed up the Drum Tower in Chang'an alone to beat the drums and sing for the Seventh Prince! The whole Chang'an heard about it."

The young man climbed the high platform alone and beat the drums all over Chang'an. "Then how did Huangxuan and Chen go up to the Drum Tower? I heard that the Drum Tower is locked during normal times. It must be impossible for people to go up casually. Could it be that he climbed it?" A dancing girl laughed in the audience asked.

"This..." The storyteller frowned, thinking about how to get past it, "Isn't there a guard? I must have asked the guard for the key..."

"He just climbed up." The drunk young man in brocade clothes in the corner laughed and said, his eyes were like peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, shining brightly in full bloom.

"How is it possible, the Drum Tower is so high." The dancer replied, playing with a peony in her hand.

"Little lady, don't you believe me?" the drunk young man asked while looking up at the dancer with his body slightly raised.

"I don't believe it."

"Then I will also climb the Drum Tower for the little lady, so that the little lady will trust me."

"How do I know you climbed up."

"If you hear the sound of drums resounding in Chang'an, then it's me." The young man said with a smile, his eyes are so seductive, even if they are ruthless, they seem to contain love.

"Okay, that's settled," said the dancer.

"However, this is a technical job. Is there a reward for the little lady?" The young man leaned forward and asked.

The dancer bowed her head and walked over, and put a peony in her hand into the boy's arms, "Is that enough?"

"It's enough for a beautiful peony like a little lady."

The young man said in a low voice, then suddenly turned around and fell off the red-painted fence!

A suit of brocade clothes was overturned.

"It can't be someone with real skills!"

Everyone was shocked and rushed to the railing.

I saw the young man fall from the railing on the second floor, dressed in brocade clothes, but suddenly fell to the ground when he landed.

"what?"

The boy got up from the ground, patted his butt that hurt from the fall, then turned around and waved his hands, "Mistake, mistake."

Then stepping on the lights everywhere in Chang'an again, there are pavilions, towers and pavilions, one hundred and eight squares.

The young man in brocade clothes is like a knight in a century-old story, walking on cornices, stepping on ridges and beasts, and traversing the beautiful lights.

Drunk like the old man in green who borrowed wine from Southwest Road.

The world knows that I am drunk, but does not know why I am drunk.

This Donghuang is no longer a prosperous age, but Chang'an is still the Chang'an of that prosperous age.

Red-sleeved tricks in wine shops, drunken boats on the lake, some people fell into the lakeside of the moonlight.

Jinling smells of alcohol, Chang'an is full of spirits.

In the ten thousand years of earthy smell, there must be someone who should be the refined moonlight.

The girl in red rushed across half of the south of the Yangtze River, just to understand.

The pile of sleeves falling all over the sky is like the prosperity of the prosperous age.

The general with the broken arm was once that handsome young man.

Even the emperor should drink with a beggar in Chang'an.

The former Jinling 36th Street, the former Confucius Temple, and Jiming Mountain.

Today's [-]th Square, today's Ci'en Temple, and today's Suzaku Street.

The drunk young man stood in front of the drum that could be heard by the whole Chang'an.

Beat the drum and sing Heaven and Earth Knows!

The boy swung the drumstick drunkenly.

The red silk on the drumsticks is flying over the sleeves in front of you like a maiko!

"The hall is full of beauties, but suddenly I am alone with Yu Xi."

The young man chanted loudly, the witch man's chant from thousands of years ago was like Chang'an's night chant in his mouth.

Prosperous and full of solemn treasures.

If he could exchange his love for wine, he should have been drunk since ancient times.

800 years ago, when a young man in brocade clothes rode his horse through Chang'an, behind him was the huge dusk that followed him.

"There is no sadness to be separated from life, and there is no joy to meet new friends."

The young man chanted slowly, the red silk pendant and the drum beating slowly.

From then on, he should look at mountains, water, pagodas, and all the scenery in the world that have nothing to do with you.

——In the evening, in the suburbs of the emperor, who needs to be in the clouds?

The drumbeat stopped and the song was sung.

There were footsteps slowly going up the stairs behind him.

Zichen turned around and looked at the person coming.

The man under the light dew hood has eyes as clear as the sky of Asgard.

It's just that Zichen can't remember who he is.

He seemed to say something, but Zichen was so drunk that he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Zichen frowned, unable to understand what the man was talking about.

So he decided not to think about it, he stood there and suddenly laughed, and then handed the peony in his arms to the man.

The good flowers, the moon and the beautiful scenery in this world, I will give you all of them.

02

night.

Emperor Chang Geng walked in the palace city with several eunuchs holding lamps.

"Tomorrow is Yingluo's wedding day." Emperor Chang Geng said.

"Yes, at dusk tomorrow." Shen An replied with a bow.

"That kid, Huangxuan Jin." Emperor Chang Geng frowned and said, "This is the only daughter I have."

"The young master of the Huangxuan family is also a dragon and phoenix among people, and His Majesty's vision can't be wrong." Shen An comforted.

"There is really no other way. If it weren't for the fact that the capital couldn't find a suitable one, he wouldn't have been taken advantage of. Dare to negotiate terms with me, it is a bit courageous." Emperor Changgeng said.

He remembered the first time he saw that child, that child shrank behind Huang Xuanzhou, timid and quiet.He sneered at the corner of his mouth, such a cowardly child...

But now the child stood in front of him.

"Shen An, do you know why the evening ceremony is held at dusk?" Emperor Chang Geng asked suddenly.

"The slave doesn't know."

"It is said that in the past, no one wanted to marry their daughters, so those men who should marry took advantage of the dusk to go to other clans to snatch girls." Emperor Changgeng said: "Now my daughter should also be married. The kid snatched it away... thinking about it, I'm still unwilling."

When he walked somewhere, he suddenly heard the sound of a wooden fish. Emperor Chang Geng stopped outside the plum garden, and asked Shen An who was beside him, "The empress is still asleep?"

"It should be. I heard that the servant girl in Meiyuan said that the queen has been sleeping late recently." Shen An bowed and said.

"Oh." Emperor Chang Geng nodded, and after a long time suddenly asked, "Since when did I sleep late?"

"It's been a few months."

Emperor Chang Geng stood outside the plum garden, and Shen An bowed and waited beside him.

The other eunuchs didn't dare to talk too much, and bent over to hold the lamps, which looked like a few flickering fireflies on the long bridge from a distance.

Ever since Empress Liyou moved into the plum garden more than ten years ago, the eunuchs have never seen this empress Liyou who lives in seclusion in the palace.

For them, Empress Liyou is just the sound of wooden fishes that come every night.

Even Emperor Changgeng never entered the Plum Garden.

It was just a marriage match that lasted for hundreds of years.

Huangxuan Qiechen married Emperor Qingming's younger sister, and the Huangxuan family and the royal family of all generations have married each other in this way.

Back then he was just an unfavored prince, and marrying Huangxuan Wuyou was just a bargaining chip for him to win the throne.

But thinking back then, the Huangxuan family's wedding gift was quite a big one.

Since ancient times, it has been established that unless there is a war, 20 soldiers and horses cannot cross the Yangtze River, [-] soldiers and horses cannot cross the Han River, [-] soldiers and horses cannot cross the Wei River, [-] soldiers and horses cannot cross the Yellow River, and a thousand horses cannot enter Chang'an.

So Huangxuan sent 20 soldiers and horses to his sister to the Yangtze River in the daytime, [-] soldiers and horses to Hanshui River, [-] soldiers and horses to Weihe River, and [-] cavalry to the Yellow River.

Everyone is thinking about what kind of battle Huangxuan Liyou will make when he enters Beijing.

But in the end, the daughter just got out of the car alone and carried a vase of flowers into Chang'an.

Later, when the officials in Chang'an saw the daughter of the Huangxuan family, they all said that Huangxuanzhou was sending slippery beads by thousands of troops.

Sliding beads are the last among beads.

Huangxuan Liyou's appearance could barely be considered delicate, and later Jinling had Si Xuerou, who was as beautiful as the beauty of the same Que Heavy Industry, and even the people of Jinling forgot about this former daughter of the Huangxuan family.

She was thrown into Chang'an's huge vortex like a stone, and the power behind her caused ripples in Chang'an, but she herself just sank to the bottom of the pool.

There were few legitimate sons in the Chen Dynasty, because most of the queens in the past were the daughters of the Huangxuan family, and the emperors of the Chen Dynasty were careful to allow the Huangxuan family to gain more power.

Before ascending the throne, they needed the Huangxuan family to endorse them, but once they ascended the throne, the Huangxuan family was their biggest worry.

And so was he.

In those days, the woman stayed alone in the yard, and he didn't know what she was doing. He had his imperial ambitions, imperial power, and his favorite concubines.

In the end, Huangxuan Liyou only gave birth to a daughter, Long Yingluo, and moved to Meiyuan before Long Yingluo was old enough to practice Buddhism.

So after a long time, the officials of Donghuang forgot about this daughter of the Huangxuan family, and the harem also forgot that there was a queen Liyou in the palace.

Now there is no snow falling, and the plum blossoms in the plum garden have not yet bloomed.

All bad times.

Emperor Chang Geng shook his head, "Let's go."

Shen An bowed and shouted: "Get up."

The sound of the wooden fish seemed to stop, and Emperor Chang Geng suddenly smiled triumphantly in the night like a poppi who threw a stone at a girl in the street to make the girl turn her head and frown.

The black gown robe flitted across the stone bridge.

After all...that was the only woman he ever loved.

03

Zichen woke up from the startling dream.

It was not clear outside the window.

Si Tianming was leisurely looking at a volume of books.

"Am I drunk?" Zichen asked.

"It's not just drunk? Now the whole Chang'an knows that you, Huangxuan Jin, are drunk and beat the Chang'an drums, and you are smiling like a beauty. You climbed the high platform alone, and you are very romantic." Si Tianming shook his head and said quite matter-of-factly.

"Where was I found?" Zichen said.

"Of course it was in the Drum Tower. When I found you, you were so drunk." Si Tianming sighed and said, "Zichen, you are about to get married."

"I know." Zichen nodded.

Stories from a hundred years ago are sung in a nonsensical way, and you and I are strangers from now on beside the Peony Pavilion.

04

Chang'an, at dusk.

The wedding rites of the Donghuang royal family follow Zhou rites.

Three books and six rites, welcome in person today.

Long Yingluo was dressed in a luxurious nine-fold brocade robe.

Her skin was already morbidly white, as fragile as glass, but now she was wearing a black and red two-color wedding dress, she looked more like a doll carved out of porcelain.

She covered her face with a feather fan in her hand, her lowered eyes were as cute as falling snow.

The red tassels tied in her hair hang down.

The girl was wearing a landscape dress to cover the dust, and sat quietly on the sedan chair.Today is the emperor's daughter getting married, to marry the most romantic son in Jinling City.

It's time for the whole country to celebrate, and congratulations from heaven and earth.

"Princess, just remember, don't take off the fan until the ceremony is completed." Youhu said with a light smile, she knew that her princess had been waiting for this day for too long.

Her princess has been looking at Jinling, waiting for the boy from Jinling to marry her.

"En." Long Yingluo nodded lightly, like plum crisps, sweet and soft.

Zichen was wearing a brocade robe with red patterns on a black background, on which was painted a divine phoenix flying among the clouds.

The red headband hangs down.

He walked to Long Yingluo's chariot, stretched out his hand from the heavy sleeve, the boy's wrist was hidden in the red and black cuff, as thin as a bamboo knot.

Long Yingluo covered her face with a fan, and put her hand in Zichen's.

The Nine Layers Brocade Clothes slipped off the chariot.

Three bows and three concessions.

Suddenly, they heard arguing outside the door.

"What's going on?" Zichen wiped his hands and raised his eyes to ask.

"Back to the young master, someone outside said that they want to congratulate the young master."

Zichen frowned, "Who?"

"...It seems that they are some perverted people."

The people among the seats whispered, it is not uncommon to see people from Xilu in Chang'an now, but why would those people from Xilu come to attend the faint ceremony of the young master of the Huangxuan family?

"Let them in," Zichen said.

Dozens of Templar knights in white Arthur uniform marched into the auditorium, like knights holding swords in oil paintings suddenly broke into the Oriental Shu embroidery painting.

The young man in red turned around and watched the man in the middle of the line slowly take off his light veiled cap. The eyes under the veiled cap were as cold as the sky in Asgard.

"Consul Arthur Vichypel, the young master of the He Huangxuan family and Princess Donghuang are married." The man was dressed in a white dress, with a bouquet of divine flowers tied with a blue ribbon on his chest.

Zichen still just looked at the man, "It's a long way, why should His Highness come here in person?"

"At least it's an acquaintance. I can't even come to your wedding?" Wisipel looked sideways at Zichen, his brows were slightly frowned, and he couldn't tell whether it was a prey or a grievance.

Zichen smiled, "I am honored to be here, Your Highness. Come and set up a seat for His Royal Highness Consul Arthur."

"Who is he?" Long Yingluo looked at Zichen with some concern, her brows and eyes as quiet as autumn water.

"An old friend." Zichen said softly.

His voice was very soft, like a speck of dust falling quietly in this red-paved and solemn auditorium.

Wisipel had already sat on the table unceremoniously, his white clothes stood out from the red everywhere.

The blue ribbon tied with the god's flower on the chest is swaying in the wind.

And his eyes are as cold as emeralds.

Taking a shower, warm water poured from the young man's thin hands.

He was born with noble eyebrows, but now being served by others, it seems that he was born with all kinds of gold and beauty, and he has never been touched by dust.

He should be a celadon with a pure body and a clean glaze, which cannot withstand the slightest bump.

The red cloth wiped his hands.

Zichen had never looked at the audience since Wihipel took his seat, and he acted respectfully and respectfully like a holy man offering sacrifices.However, Vichypel kept looking at the young man in red from the audience.

Well done, really well done.

Together.

Zichen took the wine bag tied with a red thread from the waiter.

"I suddenly have something to say to Young Master Huangxuan." Vihipel suddenly looked at Zichen and said, his eyes were as cold as a lake in winter.

"There is nothing that cannot be discussed after the ceremony is completed." Zichen said with the wine cup in his hand.

However, Vichypel had already raised his legs and stepped onto the podium.

Everyone in the Huangxuan family drew their swords, and the Templars also drew their swords.

Zichen raised his hand, signaling to everyone in the Huangxuan family to withdraw their swords.

"Young master, don't forget that the jade talisman of the Huangxuan family is still with me." Wisipel whispered in Zichen's ear, "I'll wait for you under the Drum Tower."

After speaking, the silver-haired man turned and left the table.

Look at this man, he clearly planned to have nothing to do with him, but he broke into your city again and set fire to the wild.

Zichen gritted his teeth, he felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards.

He thought that his heart was ashes, but when the wind blew, smoke and dust rose up again, and the mist covered his eyes.

It seemed that the hand holding the wine pot was shaking.

After drinking all the wine, they are husband and wife.

Zichen bowed, and suddenly smiled almost bitterly. He looked at the girl, "I'm sorry, I can't marry you."

The young man in red suddenly dropped the wine bag in his hand, and he almost fell to the ground.

While everyone was panicked, the young man pulled up the chicong horse in front of the door.

Chang'an [-] Square, a young man in red rode his horse and galloped past.

You hate that the road is too long or too short.

But after all, all roads have an end.

The red hair ribbon fluttered in the wind.

Holding the rein in his hand, Zichen walked slowly to the man waiting under the bell tower at dusk.

"Why did you come..." Zichen looked up at the man.

"Are you planning to marry that woman and take her back to Jiangnan?" Vehipel just asked.

"Yes, this is the best ending for everyone."

"The ending? Xiaohuangniao, there will be no ending between us." Vihipel suddenly smiled sadly and sickly, "You want to have nothing to do with me? You have a good idea."

"I know, that woman is very good. I even know that if you marry her, you will treat her very well in the future. But you will never love her. Xiao Huangniao, isn't this cruel? You will raise your eyebrows together, Will treat each other with respect, but are these what you want?" Vehipel almost pressed, "Is this what you want?"

"Why not?" Zichen gritted his teeth and said.

"Xiaohuangniao, that's not what you want, I can only give you everything you want..."

Wihipel suddenly lowered his head and strangled Zichen's body, he almost bit the corner of the boy's mouth.

Zichen gritted his teeth and struggled, but the smell of blood permeated.

——Everything you want, only I can give you.

It can only be given by me.

The boy's body gradually softened in Vehipel's arms, like red satin hanging down.

The short, straight eyelashes trembled slightly.

05

When Zichen woke up again, he could only see red everywhere.

He was lying on the messy red silk, and there were red veils and red threads hanging everywhere in the room, like a spider's web.

Red is almost suffocating.

The wedding dress on her body has not been changed, and the nine layers of brocade clothes are entangled with the disorderly piles of red silk.All of which make people want to tear these reds apart.

There are also red candles everywhere on the ground.

Candle tears dripping down.

And Wihipel was holding a candlestick to light up the red candles on the ground one by one.

He was still wearing the white dress, with a bouquet of divine flowers tied on his chest with a blue ribbon.

He is the only white.

Zichen panted slightly, "What are you doing...?"

Wihipel didn't look back, he just carefully lit the red candle in front of him, and then watched the flame burn quietly.

He looked up at every part of the room in the candlelight.

The man walked to Zichen's bed, picked up two glasses of wine on the floor, "...the wine is warm."

Pull out the red thread as a preface, tie ten miles of silk, and the skin is like brocade.

For the pond to grow flowers, the flowing water floats lights.