Chapter 364 Fireworks Are Good

Tage, a primitive song and dance handed down from ancient times.

"Lu's Spring and Autumn Volume Five: Ancient Music" contains: In the past, Ge Tian's music, three people fucked oxtails, and they were enough to sing eight ques. Among them, touzuge refers to singing and dancing according to the rhythm of the music, using the feet on the ground as the beat.

When it came to this dynasty, the first emperor Ruizong directly regarded Tage as a fun program for the Shangyuan Festival: three hundred wives danced with their sleeves together, and there was the sound of lyrics in the sky for a while.

Under the giant lantern wheel in Anfumen, hundreds of court ladies in splendid costumes and vermilion heads are singing and dancing indulgently, and the fragrance of makeup can be smelled from a distance.

In addition, the imperial court also selected more than a thousand young girls from Chang'an and Wannian counties to gather here, singing and dancing in turns, non-stop for three days and two nights, to show the meaning of the joy of all people.

"It's a luxury."

Lu Li couldn't help expressing his feelings.

In the bright daylight, the girls sang and danced, wearing flower crowns, summer handkerchiefs, and colorful Luoqi clothes. They cost at least 100,000 yuan, and the money was all funded by the imperial court. .

"Lu Qing was joking."

Mrs. Guo Guo stood beside Lu Li, holding the yellow puma with one hand, and said vehemently, "This is far different from the lighthouse in front of the Qinzhengwu Building."

The craftsman Mao Shun ingeniously thought of knotting and creating colored silk, and built thirty lantern towers, one hundred and fifty feet high.

Miss Qianrui had heard about this, saying that Yongzhou spent a whole year's taxes, but she was far less familiar with Mrs. Guo Guo, after all, the other party could enter and exit the Forbidden Palace at will——

Before tomorrow night, the Lantern House has been covered by a long cloth, and no one knows what it looks like except the builder.

"Lu Qing doesn't know something. I went to Mao Shun a few days ago. He said that pearls, jade, gold and silver are hung on the lamp tower. When the breeze comes, it will sing into a rhyme. The lamp looks like a dragon, a phoenix, a tiger, a leopard, and a leopard..."

Mrs. Guo Guo insisted on following, so Lu Li had no choice but to let her go, but with the expansion of the team, the atmosphere became more lively.

However, she always stared at Lu Li's evil ghost mask, her eyes were shining brightly, as if she could see through it.

"When I first entered Chang'an, I specially asked Master Mao Shun to build another lamp and set up a tree with hundreds of branches. It is eighty feet high, not far from the giant Xuanyuan lamp he built for the saint, and it can shine brightly at any time."

After Lu Li heard the words, his heart was a little ups and downs, and he could only say that he was indeed Yang Taizhen's sister.

The sage is rich in the world, and now the world is peaceful, so it makes sense to build a lighthouse to have fun, but she built another lighthouse next to it, what does it mean?

But there is no reason for Li Longji not to know about such a big movement. Since he didn't stop it, he agreed that this kind of arrogance happened.

Reminiscent of what Madam Guo Guo's favorite maid said before, the sage called her an aunt, and in the morning he said in front of the envoys from various countries that he would fight for Yang Taizhen, Lu Li suddenly felt that everything was reasonable again.

"Will Lu Qing take a step back?"

At this time, Mrs. Guo Guo issued an invitation and said with a smile: "If you are willing to go, I will light the lamp immediately."

"Mao Shun said that once the lamphouse is lit, everyone within a hundred miles can see its light, which can darken the sun and the moon."

This is not bragging. It is eighty feet high, that is, twenty-five meters. It is built on a high hill, and tens of thousands of lights are lit at the same time. It can indeed achieve this level.

It is worth mentioning that since Mrs. Guo Guo joined the team, Miss Qianrui felt that her sense of existence had dropped sharply.

A brothel prostitute, a country lady.

The gap between the two is so big that it makes people desperate. For Qian Rui, she just wants Lu Li to redeem herself and bring her into the family as a concubine.

As for the marriage of Ming media, I dare not even think about it. The Tang law clearly stipulates that good and humble are not allowed to marry, and prostitutes in brothels belong to the humble.

In addition, if Lu Li and the black-maned horse's attitudes were not the same, Miss Qianrui would have found an excuse to leave.

"Ma'am, don't be joking."

After thinking for a while, Lu Li politely declined:

"Lighting the lantern for one night costs more than a million dollars? Let's save it until tomorrow night, when all the officials will go upstairs to have a banquet and enjoy the lantern tree built by the lady."

Having been in touch for so long, Lu Li, who is quick-witted, has already guessed what this Mrs. Guo Guo is up to.

If her personality were less flamboyant and her behavior more dignified, she would definitely be regarded as a man's favor, but unfortunately, no one in the world can control her.

The most important thing is what this extremely beautiful Mrs. Guo said just now... What do you mean if you are willing to go, I immediately ordered the servants to light the lamphouse.

In ancient times, King You of Zhou played with the princes in the beacon fire, but now there is the lady of Guo State who lights a lamp to make Bo Luli smile?

Lao Tzu is not Bao Si!

Of course, Mrs. Guo Guo didn't know that Lu Li had listed her as an untouchable person, and while inviting Lu Li to watch the lanterns in the mansion, she moved forward slowly.

And with the maid riding a horse to open the way and show her identity, the speed of moving forward is much faster. Although it can't be compared with usual, it is really much better than moving forward at a turtle speed.

"Eastern wind blows flowers and trees at night, and the stars fall like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

After walking not far away, a clear voice came, and Lu Li regained his energy instantly, with a smile on his face, and thought, "I never thought that you, Pan Ming, would be so sullen in your heart. A cultured person in Tang suit.

Are you afraid that other students will also copy this poem? Now there is not only one traverser!

"This melody..." Miss Qianrui has a lot of research on poetry, and couldn't help but praise: "It's very good."

Later generations know that Tang Poetry and Song Ci, but that is only a generalization of representative literature.

Therefore, Tang people are fully capable of appreciating Song Ci.

At this time, the next column came:

"Moth Xueliu is a golden thread, full of laughter and faint fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place."

In fact, Pan Ming didn't know that Lu Li was snickering not far away, and was shaking his head at the moment, immersed in his own world, unable to extricate himself.

at the same time.

Andingfang, southeast corner.

There are lanterns and festoons here, and it is very lively. After all, lighting lanterns is one of the most important activities of Buddhism.

The Buddha said that there are four things: one is always happy to give alms;

Taking advantage of the upsurge of the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, the abbot of Qianfu Temple ordered the monks to open the middle gate, distribute good food, preach the Dharma, and invite passers-by to enter the temple to enjoy it.

"Shaoqing, it should be here." Yuan Zai smiled flatteringly.

"In the fourth year of Emperor Gaozong's Xianheng reign, Prince Zhang Huai's Li Xian housed his house as a temple, and only then did the Qianfu Temple in front of us come into existence."

Standing on the roof, Li Bing watched the monks distributing small hand-copied scriptures to the believers, and said calmly, "It has been seventy-one years since the third treasure of today's treasure."

On the side, Yuan Zai nodded silently, feeling a lot of gratitude in his heart, and sighed: "Things are different."

Prince Zhanghuai, who lived in a temple, has passed away for many years, and the great sage Zetian who ordered the execution of Prince Zhanghuai has also passed away. The monarchs and ministers in the temple have changed one crop after another, but this Buddhist temple remains the same.

It's my birthday tomorrow, let's celebrate at midnight~