The cold winter is always so long.
The cold wind blowing slowly, mixed with the flying snowflakes, makes people shiver.
The first month of the fifth year of Zhenguan didn't seem so peaceful.
From the eve of this year, the last day of the fourth year of Zhenguan, the entire city of Chang'an became subtle.
Because on that day, the current prime minister, the son of Sun Wuji, the uncle of the country, and the fiancée of the emperor's favorite princess Changle Princess Li Lizhi, was attacked by a group of unidentified people in Chang'an City.
This incident made the city of Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, tense.
The people obviously noticed that there were more soldiers patrolling the streets, and they would ask questions when they saw unfamiliar faces.
Moreover, all the Wuhou who patrolled Chang'an City at night were armed with swords, and there were some hidden figures flickering in and out of the dark corners.
The turmoil has been going on for several days, and the people did not dare to go out at will.
This made countless people feel very inconvenienced, but because the people involved in this matter were really something they couldn't afford to offend, Changsun Wuji was now a hedgehog, pricking anyone who dared to come forward.
So those who have the ability to stop it don't want to go, while the rest can only swallow their anger.
Changsun Wuji has lost a lot of weight in the past few days.
His double chin, which was full of fat, has shrunk a lot, and the iconic smile on his face has disappeared.
He has a straight face all day long, as gloomy as if he is about to drip water. .
After receiving the news from Fang Xuanling that day, he immediately took people to the places mentioned in the news, but they all came to nothing.
There were no people in those places, and even the beds in some places were still warm.
It seemed that they had just evacuated quickly.
This made Changsun Wuji hold back his breath for a moment, and even Li Er felt a chill in his vest.
He became wary of the family's strength again.
There were only a few people present at that time, among them Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling would definitely not leak the news, and the rest Li Er were also considered confidants.
But some of these people actually tipped off the family.
How could this not make Li Er feel a chill in his chest?
How many people in the world are from the aristocratic family?
If there is a conflict between Datang and these aristocratic families.
How many people will stand on the side of Datang, and how many people will stab you in the back?
Therefore, Li Er once again became vigilant in his heart, and his fear of the aristocratic family once again rose to the red alert level.
I don't dare to underestimate them at all.
These families are deeply rooted and their influence in the entire Tang Dynasty is really unfathomable.
Who knows how many of their people are lurking around me?
These people seem to only read the books of sages, but in fact Corrupt Confucians who have done countless dirty deeds behind the scenes, they put themselves on the moral high ground.
Then they point fingers at all living beings in the world, and if they don't conform to their rules, they are heretics.
It means having ulterior motives and going against ethics.
But they themselves are doing the same thing behind the scenes, and they are even more outrageous and unscrupulous than those strong men in the green forest.
Changsun Wuji had no choice.
After he missed the opportunity.
He knew that those who attacked his son must be members of these big families, otherwise there would be no need for them to evacuate so quickly, and all these families were involved, so now he has a hundred thousand elite soldiers to overthrow all those big families.
Impulsive.
Only being stopped by Li Er, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow blood, because the current Tang Dynasty still did not have the strength to fall out with these families at the same time.
"Auxiliary engine, give me another three years, just three years.
I will definitely pull these house slaves down from the altar they have built for thousands of years.
They are just descendants of a few great Confucian scholars, but they are better than the descendants of Saint Kong.
Even more arrogant?"
Li Er said with some annoyance.
There are not many people who can truly express his inner emotions now, but Changsun Wuji and his sister are among them, which shows Li Er's trust in them.
In front of the rest of the civil and military officials, Li Er was a majestic emperor.
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In front of the people of Ming Dynasty, Li Er was a benevolent monarch.
Only in front of these specific people, he is a person, a person with his own joys, sorrows and joys.
Changsun Wuji came back from Li Er's place and sat in front of Changsun Chong's bed.
Looking at the sleeping Changsun Chong who was lying on the bed with a look of pain on his face, he burst into tears.
He just cried silently without making a sound.
Thinking that his eldest grandson's family has always been thin, the lineage from his grandfather to him was a single lineage.
Although he married several wives and concubines, he only had two or three sons.
The most outstanding one is Zhang Sun Chong who is lying on the bed.
One of Changsun Wuji's other two sons was born to be bohemian and a complete playboy, while the other was still young and couldn't tell much about it.
Therefore, Changsun Wuji placed all his hopes on his eldest son, hoping that in the future he could build on the foundation he had laid for him and shine the lintel of the Changsun family.
But now that he has not even taken the first step, this plan has been aborted.
How can he not feel aggrieved and sad?
How can he calm down the anger in his heart?
Maybe now I really can't afford to offend you, such a complicated family, but it's okay to make trouble in secret.
As long as your hands and feet are clean and you don't get caught, then it will be like the situation where they make themselves speechless now.
Similarly, they also struggled with their inability to grow up.
Sun Wuji seemed to be thinking about the gains and losses, then nodded fiercely, turned around and left.
Several jujube trees covered with silver stand in a corner of the courtyard.
In the open space among the trees, there is a small pavilion.
In the pavilion, two pretty women are guarding the charcoal fire.
On top of it is a small pottery pot.
There is hot water in it, and a small exquisite wine flask.
In front of them, a young man was standing between the two pillars of the pavilion, holding a folding fan in his hand.
Although holding a folding fan in the snow in the middle of winter looks really coquettish, it is undeniable that Li Kuan, wearing a sky blue gown, a kudzu scarf on his head, and holding a folding fan in his hand, really looks like a handsome young man now.
The folding fan originated in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, but it has not yet become popular.
It was not until the Song Dynasty that literary styles became popular, and it really became a trend among literati.
Holding a folding fan to guide the country is really a joy in life.
"Your Highness, the wine is hot," Lian Xing, now called Hong Xiu, stood up lightly and said to Li Kuan.
"Yeah, I got it."
Li Kuan didn't look back.
Still standing there, looking at the old trees in the garden and the snow on the treetops.
"Master.
What are you thinking about?
Why are you frowning?"
Another small figure also stood up, gently stretched the figure that had begun to sprout, and asked with a pure smile on his small face.
"Little girl, what do you think the master is thinking about?"
Li Kuan turned around, and just in time to see the little girl's unladylike laziness, a gentle smile flashed across his face.
"I'm not a roundworm in my master's stomach.
How could I know that my master's thoughts are so profound?
Tianxiang just can't figure it out."
The little girl shook her head gently, and a few black hairs fell down from the bun on the top of her head.
Following her movements, it lightly slid over her little face.
"You are the only one who can talk but you still don't help the master pour wine."
Li Kuan came to the stone table in the pavilion.
The stone stool was covered with soft fur.
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He sat down, picked up the wine glass on the table, and was served by Xiao Tianxiang.
Slowly put it into your mouth.
A fiery thread.
In this way, it goes straight through the throat, towards the stomach, and sometimes forms a warm current in the middle, flowing to the limbs and bones.
At this moment, Li Kuan seemed to feel that his whole body was clear: "This wine is really good.
It is made from new grains."
In the fourth year of Zhenguan, the world had a rare bumper harvest, so Jiu Xianju had enough of a batch of new grains and brewed this A stronger wine.
This wine is purer and stronger than the previous Jiu Xian Brew, even if Cheng Yaoying had to drink three measures of it before.
Even after just three bowls of that Jiuxian brew, I would get drunk, let alone this newly brewed wine that has not yet been named.
"Hongxiu.
Since you have wine, let me play a piece of music for you.
Let's serve the music as a side dish.
I think it will be a good story in future generations.
Haha," Li Kuan said to Hongxiu who was standing opposite.
"I don't know what Your Highness wants to hear."
Hongxiu carries her guqin with her.
No matter where she goes, there will always be a big piano case next to her.
Inside is her treasure, which she usually values more than her life.
It is said that this guqin belonged to Cao Mengde's house hundreds of years ago.
Cao Mengde was a famous powerful official during the Three Kingdoms period.
It is not an exaggeration to call him a hero.
Later, the Sima clan usurped power, replaced Cao Cao's descendants, and changed the name of the country.
The qin collected by such a big man as Jin was especially ordinary.
According to the information revealed by people who knew the inside story, this qin was Two small bells are engraved in the hidden corners with seal characters.
Since the Jin Dynasty, this guqin has disappeared.
Until it reappeared twenty years ago, it fell into the hands of a prostitute.
At that time, many noble families came to support the woman for this guqin, which made a newly opened small boat stand out from countless boats at that time, establishing the reputation of the woman who called herself Xiao Xingxian in Qujiang.
Pool status.
After learning that this guqin would not be sold, many noble families thought about using force, but because of mutual constraints, they were unable to take the thing in their hands.
To this day, this guqin passed into the hands of Li Kuan's maid Hongxiu, and became Li Kuan's personal belongings along with its owner.
"What do you want to hear, Your Highness?"
Hongxiu took off the piano case behind him and placed it gently on the stone table.
Then he unfolded the cloth wrapping the piano box, revealing the mottled guqin inside.
It’s hard to see what kind of material this square guqin is made of.
The vermilion red paint on it has been mottled and peeled off, forming patches of cracks.
It seems to be an ancient writing with a unique charm.
"What can you play?"
Li Kuan didn't understand the piano.
His skills were not so high-end, but he could only tell whether it sounded good or not.
As for emotions, sublimation, etc., they were all clouds.
He was not the person to taste them. came out.
So he simply asked Hong Xiu what kind of music he could play and picked one that was pleasing to his ears.
"Your Highness, I know a lot of things.
I just don't know if it suits Your Highness's taste.
Please play a piece of Yangchun Baixue first."
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Hongxiu bowed and replied.
After these few days of adaptation, she has begun to accept her new identity.
When I call myself a slave, I no longer feel that unspeakable stagnation.
"Come and listen to the spring white snow."
Li Kuan sat opposite Hongxiu, tapping the folding fan gently in the palm of his hand, looking at the pretty maid in front of him dressed up in pity.
The sound of "Ding Dong" is melodious, like the wind blowing through the pine forest, with a pleasant and warm smell, just like the sunshine in spring shining on people.
Of course, this is the feeling of those who understand the meaning.
They will follow the sound of the piano and merge into the world it tells.
Such people definitely do not include Li Kuan.
At this time, Li Kuan only felt drowsy.
It seemed that this elegant song "White Snow in Spring" was a lullaby hummed by his mother, which rang in his ears and made him fall asleep quickly.
At this moment, a gust of howling north wind blew, bringing the bone-chilling coldness of winter, which made him excited: "What kind of music is this?
It has a good hypnotic effect.
Play it every night, and I guarantee you won't have insomnia."
Hearing Li Kuan's comment, Hongxiu's face turned cold.
She didn't expect that her proud piano skills would be a lullaby for him to fall asleep quickly in this person's eyes.
She stood up, held the guqin in her arms, and turned around.
He left this small pavilion and left without looking back
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