In the seventh year of Zhenghe, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it was the night of the Yuan Dynasty.

In Bianliang, Tokyo, the official issued an order: According to the Tokyo style, no one is allowed to stay up all night, from the 13th to the 17th, lights will be put on for five days to enjoy the people.

After the foreplay of the thirteenth and fourteenth nights, the strange lanterns offered by the various states have been set up. In front of the Xuande Gate, the Aoshan with the four characters "Government and Harmony" has been erected several feet high. The Lantern Festival on Wushang Yuan Ye has reached its climax.

Lamp sheds were tied up in front of every house and lights were hung, shining like daylight. From Xuanhuamen to Xuandemen, the inner and outer cities were connected. Six streets and three cities were crowded with people and traffic, making it very lively.

It was on the balcony that the fire was lighting up and down, and cars and horses were passing by and people were looking at each other.

Inside the imperial city, there are even more flowers and brocades, heaven and earth.

The auspicious clouds, dragon and phoenix palace, the auspicious mist covering the dragon tower. The mandarin ducks are built with glazed tiles, and the turtle back curtain hangs with emeralds. The Zhengyang Gate leads directly to the ecliptic, and the purple wall arches at the end of the long hall. The armillary sphere is used to calculate the stars, and the classes of the courtyard are divided into civil and military classes. The walls are painted with pepper powder, and green willows are flying; the hall is surrounded by railings, and clusters of purple flowers greet the chariot.

I feel like I'm in Penglai Island, as if I'm in Tushita Heaven.

There are a total of twenty-four squads inside and outside the Forbidden Army, with a total of 5,780 people. Each one is given a collar, a coat, a branch of green leaves and a golden flower, and a small gold medal on it, with the four words "Happiness with the People" chiselled, scattered. Various, watch anytime and anywhere.

Bianliang, a city that never sleeps, seems to be unaffected by the corruption of the world outside the city, from the emperor and his officials to the peddlers and foot soldiers. This out-and-out carnival is like the climax before the curtain call on a stage, making people intoxicated.

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At the intersection of Bianhe Street and Yu Street, there is a quaint three-story restaurant.

A couplet is engraved on the pillars on both sides of the restaurant: Life is short and precious, and there is no need to grow old and die and hate being withered.

The plaque hanging above the gate is engraved with three graceful thin gold characters: Yingshui Pavilion.

One year after its opening, Yingshui Pavilion has become a place where dignitaries in Bianliang City gather for secret gatherings, a place where Qing guests and literati are arty, and a place where officials from outside the capital come to stay and stay.

Inside the Yingshui Pavilion, there was a buzz of people. People from all walks of life gathered together, chatting and describing the scene of the lantern festival vividly.

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"The nine-color neon lights offered by Jiangnan this time are so beautiful that it makes your mind sway when you look at them."

"The nine-color neon lights are not the most beautiful. In terms of beauty, they have to be the eight-treasure embroidered landscape lanterns sent by Chengdu Prefecture."

"If you ask me, the exquisite nine-flower lantern from the jade shed from Laizhou is better. It has ninety-nine and eighty-one lanterns from top to bottom. It is extremely exquisite."

"But you have missed it. In terms of magnificence and solemnity, no lamp can compare to the Aoshan lamp in front of Xuande Gate, which was carefully constructed by craftsmen from the Ministry of Works for several months and has the four characters "Zhengtongtonghe" written on it."

"It's very, very, very important that Aoshan Mountain is the only way to demonstrate the prosperity of our Song Dynasty."

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But the sounds of drinking and having fun coming from downstairs, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras coming from the street teahouses, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers being set off on the palace walls, the hustle and bustle of Yuan Ye, the people on the second floor of Yingshui Pavilion, In an elegant room, a middle-aged scribe felt that he was so out of place in Bianliang City.

The heart that once served the country with fists and fists gradually died completely in this sect's intoxication.

The middle-aged scholar's brows were furrowed and he sighed with a sad look on his face: "Business girls don't know how to hate the country's subjugation, but they are still singing in the backyard across the river!"

"The poem "Fan Chuan layman" is perfectly suitable to be used in today's Bianliang City. If Xiao Yi hadn't seen the suffering of the people in this world, and had seen too many flowers and brocades in Bianliang City in the past year, I'm afraid it would be the same.

It will be corroded completely."

A young man in brocade clothes opened the door of the private room, walked slowly to sit opposite the middle-aged scribe, and took the words playfully.

But I saw that this young man was over six feet tall. He was in his twenties or early twenties. He had three teeth covering his mouth and a thin beard. He had a very thin waist and broad shoulders. His lips were painted with vermilion, his eyes were like dots of paint, and his face was like a beauties. But he was born with it.

Good skin.

This person was none other than Yan Qing, the prodigal son who was sent to Bianliang by Zhu Biao a year ago to collect information from the DPRK.

The middle-aged scribe sitting opposite him came to Beijing to report on his work. Wu Zhi, the magistrate of Yanggu County who had just arrived in Bianliang yesterday.

"I took a long breath to cover my tears, mourning the hardships of the people's lives."

Wu Zhi sighed again and said: "Everywhere in the Song Dynasty is like a mess, but in Bianliang City, there is a scene of drunkenness, dreams and death, which makes people feel extremely sad!"

"Brother Wu Zhi, there is no need to be so emotional. The Song Dynasty has been rotted from its roots. As for you, the magistrate of Yanggu County, you have done an excellent job." Yan Qing comforted him after hearing this.

"But it's Wu who is complaining for no reason and won't talk about this anymore."

Wu Zhi rolled up his sleeves and asked with a serious face: "Brother Yi, how is the matter?"

"Mr. Wen's letter and Liu Gongquan's imperial edict were all personally delivered to Academician Cai's house by my younger brother. However, Academician Cai said that he must meet his brother first before deciding whether to help."

After Yan Qing finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, frowned slightly, and seemed hesitant to speak.

Seeing him like this, Wu Zhi couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Xiao Yi, is there anything else going on?"

"There have been no other changes. I just saw Academician Cai today. He is already very old and has the appearance of a dying man. I'm afraid he will die soon." Yan Qing sighed.

Wu Zhi's face froze when he heard this. After a while, the resentment in his heart turned into a lament, and he said with a bitter look: "But it's not that God has no eyes to let the traitor sit high in the temple and dominate.

He was a pillar of strength, but he had to die in depression."

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The moon is high in the sky, and the huge Bianliang City is still bustling with people, singing and dancing, and the lights of the Lantern Festival are like dreams and illusions, illuminating the entire Bianliang City as bright as day.

The Sixth Street and Three Markets were brightly lit, folk artists from all walks of life were performing hard, and musicians from the Jiaofang Division were singing loudly.

On the Bian River, there are many pavilions, boats and boats. There is a poetry meeting held in the Yuan Dynasty, where talented scholars, beautiful ladies and guests gather.

In the imperial city, Zhao Guan's family entertained the officials with an extravagant and extravagant feast. They drank jade liquid and fine wine, ate delicacies, watched the goddesses dancing, listened to the melodious music, and sang about peace in the world.

Exactly:

The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night.

It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.

BMW's carved car fills the road with fragrance.

The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night long.

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But all over the world, on this Yuan Yuan night, are not as peaceful as Bianliang in Tokyo.

In the north of the Song Dynasty, Wanyan Aguda was reviewing the three armies, preparing for the attack on Liao when the ice and snow melted in a month or two;

In the land south of the Yangtze River, the banner of Manichaeism has been planted more and more widely and densely;

Bandits gathered in Huaixi, Hebei, and more and more people who had lost their livelihoods chose to join them and became bandits;

Liangshan Water Park, with mysterious waves and bottomless depths, is silent and silent, quietly waiting for its owner.
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