A Weird Theater That Started In London

"If Langjun has a backache, how about moving to the boudoir and the slave knocking on you?"

"I'll talk about it later."

"The slave is really a young man, if Lang Jun doesn't believe it..."

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

"Your companions are all drunk and have nothing to do, why don't you go to the slave and sit for a while?"

"Hey, don't rush for a while, let me cultivate for a while."

"..."

"It's getting late, the little lady should go to rest first. It's the Spring Festival at dawn, so you should recharge your energy."

Qian Rui's delicate body hung on Lu Li's body, but letting her exhale like blue and expressing affection, the honest person Lu Li only broke it:

Qing is a beautiful woman, but the official has a sore waist and backache, and is really powerless, let's talk about it later.

In the end, Qianrui girl reluctantly left, looking back three steps, her eyes were extremely resentful.

In response, Lu Li returned with an apologetic smile.

No personnel, sorry?

Inhumane with a hidden illness?

Qian Rui, who claims to have read countless people, is so entangled for the first time, but she firmly believes that Lu Li will not despise the woman.

When the beautiful lady left, Li Bai, who was staggering, and Chao Heng, who was hanging on his shoulders with Wang Wei, changed his drunkenness, and looked at Lu Li together, as if asking: Little brother, what's the matter with you?

Only He Jian, he is indeed old. He drank a round in Xuanyang Fang in the afternoon, and then drank half a bucket of wine later. After leaving the murder scene, Jiannan burned spring and Xinfeng wine followed by a glass. , Muttering in his mouth: Zhaozhao has Tang, and the heavens are worthy of all nations.

Obviously, I can't worry about state affairs.

"It's getting late, so go back and rest."

At this time, Lu Li waved his hand to signal the music prostitute and maiko to leave. It was interesting to listen to music and poetry, but freedom was good.

After working hard for half the night, the little ladies were really exhausted. Seeing the benefactor signaled them to leave, they all felt relieved.

The clash of bead curtains gradually disappeared.

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

"drink?"

"Um."

"Come."

Huang Liuniang was afraid that Lu Li would not be able to feel her hospitality, so she probably moved the wine cellar, and the oldest one of the Eight Immortals in the Drinking Eight Immortals, directly drank herself on his stomach, lying next to him and chattering.

Right now, there is only one Li Bai who claims to be a thousand cups of not drunk, still trying his best to maintain the name of the Eight Immortals in Drinking.

However, Lu Li had secretly made up his mind that he had to get the other three drunk and write poetry before dawn. He was not as good as others, but he was really good at drinking!

After all, he is a military commander who has been on the battlefield. Are you afraid of three literati?

"Come on, now I have wine and now I am drunk."

The clinking of glasses sounded again.

Both Yingzhou Fushui and Yicheng Jiujiang are sake, and the degree is not high, so Lu Li proposed to drink Qidilu wine, which is sorghum wine with one characteristic: great stamina.

Wine jue, glass glass, wine bottle, altar, bucket, the capacity is getting bigger and bigger...

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

The first to fall was Chao Heng. This international friend did not drink as much as He Lao, but he was self-aware and didn't drink much before.

Now, it is inevitable to avoid, directly revealing the original shape, holding the wine jar and singing loudly.

Although Lu Li didn't understand what it meant, he could conclude that this wanderer who had been in Tang for more than 20 years was homesick.

It didn't take long for Wang Wei to be too strong to drink. He found a corner to shrink, his eyes closed, and he became a quiet, beautiful man.

Only Li Bai drank more and more, chanting poems while drinking. If it weren't for his face getting redder, Lu Li wondered if he could get him drunk before dawn.

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

"Come on, drink!"

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

Time passed slowly.

Four more a little bit, four more a little bit more...Five a little bit more, five more a little bit...

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

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

The first day when I came to the Tang Dynasty has passed. I have busy and free time, and the sights I have seen are also very novel.

The morning sound rumbling urges the turn of the day, and the evening sound rumbling out of the moon.

The latter one, Lu Li had already experienced yesterday. Seven quarters before sunset, the gong was hit three hundred times, shops in Dongshi closed and customers went home; at dusk, the street drum was divided into five waves, totaling 800 times, and the last drum beat It sounded, and night just fell.

Next, he will see the most spectacular sight in the entire length of Ann-the city's bells and drums announce the dawn.

"The vision is not good here, change a place."

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

Yi Gao people are bold.

No matter what the evil spirits are, as long as you dare to show your head, just go ahead and do it.

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

Boom!

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

Chengtian.

Because of the imperial city, he could not see the scene of the forbidden palace, but after a while, the three gates of Hanguang, Suzaku, and Anshang across the cross street from Pingkangfang, all of them quickly climbed up to the tower and began to work hard. Beat the drum.

The forbidden palace, the imperial city, proceed in turn.

The drums are rhythmic and uniform.

Then, the drum towers on the north-south streets began to follow up. From the inside out, from north to south, the drum sound was wave after wave, high and high, as if urging the sun to rise quickly, and at the same time reminding Chang'an. Residents should not sleep in late.

Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, happy to be between the world and the earth and be contented.

The ancient ancestors were so simple.

Just as Lu Li was immersed in this peculiar atmosphere and couldn't help himself, the sound of the bell exploded in his ears, and the monk of Baotang Temple began to strike the morning bell. In fact, not just this one, nearly two hundred temples, large and small, in Chang'an City, all of them rang their bells on time.

The drums were vigorous and the bells were deep and long, and the two were intertwined, and Chang'an woke up.

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

The drum sound is not continuous, divided into four waves, totaling 3,000 times. Usually, the person who depends on the bed will only get up when the five drums are absolutely necessary, tidy up and tidy up, go out to buy sesame cakes, soup, and wait to be full. I drank enough, dropped the money for food, hiccups, and started busying myself.

But today is different. The Shangyuan Festival has officially started for three consecutive days and three nights. There is no curfew and no golden guards. You can enter and exit freely at 108 Square in Chang'an, and watch the lights at will, including the palace.

As soon as they heard the drums, the children with horns rushed out of the house first. They couldn't wait for the night market, which was only open once a year, and now they have to hang out with each other, which is even happier than the Chinese New Year.

From now on, lanterns, elephants, rhinos, and a hundred shows, popular entertainment activities on the market have been staged one after another.

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

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