Chapter 346 The Rumbling of Drums Urging the Sunrise

"If your lord's back hurts, why don't you move into your boudoir and have my slave knock you?"

"We'll talk about it later."

"This slave is really pure, if you don't believe me..."

"Ahem, after a while, there will be opportunities in the future."

"These companions of yours are all drunk and have nothing to do, why don't you go and sit with the slave?"

"Hey, don't be in a hurry, let me cultivate for a while."

"..."

"It's getting late, little lady, let's go to rest first, it's the Shangyuan Festival at dawn, you should recharge your batteries."

Qianrui's delicate body hung on Lu Li's body, but no matter how much she breathed out and her eyebrows were expressive, the honest Lu Li could only say:

Qing is a beautiful woman, but my back is sore and my back hurts, I really can't do what I want, let's talk about it after a while.

In the end, Miss Qianrui reluctantly left, turning her head every step of the way, her eyes filled with resentment.

To this, Lu Li smiled apologetically.

Excuse me?

Got a hidden disease, can't be treated humanely?

It was the first time for Qianrui, who claimed to have read countless people, to be so entangled, but she firmly believed that Lu Li would not despise prostitutes.

When the beautiful woman left, Li Bai, who was staggering, and Chao Heng, who was shoulder to shoulder with Wang Wei, changed their drunkenness and looked at Lu Li together, as if they were asking: "Little brother, what's the matter with you?"

Only He Jian, he is really old and can't drink - he drank a round in Xuanyang Fang in the afternoon, and drank half a bucket of wine later in the afternoon. After leaving the murder scene, Jiannan Shaochun, Xinfeng Glass after glass of fine wine, I am now constantly chanting: Zhaozhao has Tang, and heaven is endowed to all nations.

Obviously worried about state affairs.

"It's getting late, you guys step back and rest."

At this moment, Lu Li waved his hand, signaling the courtesans and maikos to leave. Listening to music and reciting poems is certainly interesting, but freedom is good too.

But after working hard for half a night, the ladies were really exhausted, seeing their benefactor signaled them to leave, they all felt relieved, crossed their hands to salute, and retreated.

The sound of bead curtains colliding gradually disappeared.

In the room, the four men who were still awake looked at each other silently.

"drink?"

"Um."

"Come."

Huang Liuniang was afraid that Lu Li wouldn't feel her hospitality, so she probably emptied the wine cellar. Don't you see that the oldest of the Eight Immortals drank himself, and was lying next to him raving.

Right now there is only one Li Bai who claims to be drunk after a thousand cups, and is still trying his best to maintain his reputation as the Eight Immortals of Drinking.

However, Lu Li had already made up his mind that before dawn, he must get the other three drunk and compose poems. He is not as skilled as others, but he is really good at drinking!

After all, he is a general who has been on the battlefield, so he is afraid of three literati?

"Come on, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today."

The sound of clinking glasses sounded again.

Yingzhou Fushui and Yicheng Jiuniang are all sake, the alcohol content is really not high, so Lu Li suggested to drink Qidilu wine.

Wine cups, glass cups, wine bottles, altars, and buckets are getting bigger and bigger...

So far, the test is not only the liver function, but also the stomach capacity.

The first to fall was Chao Heng. This international friend didn't drink as much as He Lao, but he knew himself and didn't drink much before.

Now there is no way to avoid it, and the truth is revealed, holding the wine tank and singing loudly.

Although Lu Li couldn't understand what it meant, it could be concluded that this wanderer who had been in Tang Dynasty for more than 20 years was homesick.

Not long after, Wang Wei was also overwhelmed with alcohol, so he found a corner and huddled up with his eyes closed, pretending to be a quiet and handsome man.

Only Li Bai drank more and more, reciting poems while drinking, if not for his face getting redder and redder, Lu Li wondered if he would be able to get him drunk before dawn.

"Brother Taibai, don't just drink Lu wine, mix it with some dry wine, it will taste better."

"Come on, drink!"

Hearing this, Lu Li took the lead in drinking the mixed wine and looked at Li Bai with a smile like a normal person.

Time passed slowly.

Four o'clock, four o'clock two o'clock... five o'clock, five o'clock two o'clock...

In the end, the wine fairy Li Bai fell before dawn and lost to the mixed wine.

After Lu Li went to the toilet, he stood alone on the window sill, staring at the north.

The first day of coming to the prosperous Tang Dynasty has passed, and I have been busy and free, and the scenery I have seen is also very novel.

The rumbling sound of dawn urges the sun to turn, and the rumbling sound of dusk calls out for the moon to rise.

Lu Li experienced the latter one yesterday. Seven quarters before sunset, the gong beats a full three hundred times, the shops in Dongshi close and the customers go home; at dusk, the street drums are divided into five waves, a total of eight hundred beats, and the last drumbeat Sounded, night just fell.

Next, he will see the most spectacular sight in Chang'an——the bells and drums of the whole city announce the dawn.

"The view here is not good, change to another place."

With a low whisper, Lu Li jumped out of the window, twitched three or four, and jumped directly to the attic where Lady Mingyue committed suicide.

Artists are bold.

No matter what kind of monsters are evil, as long as they dare to show their heads, they will do it directly.

This is the confidence that has been cultivated in several worlds.

Boom!

Suddenly, the first dawn drum sounded, and Lu Li jumped to another higher attic, looking north at the main entrance of Taiji Palace——

Chengtian.

Due to the isolation of the imperial city, he couldn't see the scene inside the Forbidden Palace, but after a while, Hanguang, Suzaku, and Anshangmen, who were across the cross street from Pingkangfang, all had warriors quickly climbed up the tower and began to struggle Beat the drum.

Forbidden Palace, Imperial City, successively.

The sound of the drums is full of rhythm and uniformity.

Then, the drum towers on the north-south streets began to follow up. From the inside to the outside, from north to south, the drums sounded wave after wave, one after another, one after another, as if urging the sun to rise quickly, and at the same time reminding Chang'an Residents don't sleep late.

Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, roam freely between heaven and earth and feel content.

The ancient ancestors were so simple.

Just as Lu Li was immersed in this strange atmosphere and couldn't extricate himself, the sound of the bell exploded in his ears, and the monks of Baotang Temple began to ring the morning bell. In fact, not only this one, but nearly 200 temples, large and small, in Chang'an City, all struck the bell on time.

The sound of drums was passionate and the sound of bells was deep and distant. The two intertwined, and Chang'an woke up.

The gates of the palace, the gate of the imperial city, and the gates of each square are opened in order to welcome the rising sun gushing out from the eastern sky.

The drumming is not continuous, it is divided into five waves, a total of 3,000 beats. Usually, people who sleep in bed will not get up until the end of the five drums——

After tidying up his tired face, he wandered out to buy pancakes and Hoto soup. After eating and drinking enough, he dropped the food money, burped, and started to do his own work.

But today is different. The Lantern Festival has officially started. For three days and three nights in a row, there is no curfew and no Jinwu guards. You can come and go freely in Chang'an 108th Square, and watch the lanterns as you like, including the imperial palace.

As soon as they heard the sound of the drums, the children with their horns tied rushed out of the house first. They couldn't wait for the night market, which only opened once a year, and now they wanted to play together, and they were happier than New Year's Eve.

From now on, lanterns, elephants, rhinoceros, Baixi, and other popular entertainment activities in the market will be staged one after another.

From now on, no matter how high or low, princes and nobles, people in Guizhou, Taoist monks, prostitutes, geisha, and women from good families can all have fun on the streets, forget all unpleasantness, and enjoy the freedom and carnival brought by the festival.

Third update.