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Tage, the original song and dance handed down since ancient times.

"Lv's Spring and Autumn Volume Five: Ancient Music" contains: The joy of Xige Tian's family. Among them, the song is enough to sing and dance according to the rhythm of the music, using the foot as the beat.

By the time of this dynasty, the Emperor Ruizong directly regarded Tage as a show for the Shangyuan Festival: Three hundred people danced with sleeves, and for a while, there was the sound of words in the sky.

Under the giant lamp wheel in Anfumen, hundreds of court ladies in splendid costumes with heads full of vermilion are singing and dancing here, and you can smell the scent of powder 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 turn, three days and two nights non-stop, to show the common happiness of all people.

"It's very luxurious."

Lu Li couldn't help but express his feelings.

In the glorious daylight lighting, the girls sang and danced, corolla, champa, and colorful Luo Qi clothes. They all need at least one hundred thousand dollars for their bodies, and these money are all funded by the imperial court, which is said to be spent on taxes for nearly half a year in a state. .

"Lu Qing joked."

Mrs. Guo Guo stood beside Lu Li, holding the yellow horse in one hand, and said bitterly: "This is a far cry from the light tower in front of the government office building tomorrow night."

The craftsman Mao Shun was ingenious and created 30 lantern towers, one hundred and fifty feet high.

Miss Qianrui had heard about this, saying that she spent a whole year of taxation in Yongzhou, but she did not know as much as Mrs. Guoguo, after all, the other party can enter and leave the forbidden palace at will—

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

"Lu Qing didn't know anything. The slave visited Mao Shun a few days ago. He said that the lamp tower was hung with pearls, jade, gold and silver. When the breeze hits, it turns into a rhyme. The lamp is like a dragon, a tiger, a tiger, a leopard..."

This Mrs. Guo Guo insisted to follow. Lu Li had no choice but to let her go, but as the team expanded, the atmosphere became a lot more lively.

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

"When the slave first entered Chang'an, he specially asked Master Mao Shun to make another lamp with a hundred-branch lamp tree, eighty feet high, not far from the Xuanyuan giant lamp he built for the saint, so he can shine at any time."

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

The saint is rich in the world, and now the whole world is rising, and it’s okay to build a light tower for fun, but what does she mean to build another light tower next to it?

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

Recalling Mrs. Guo Guo's previous words about the maidservant, the sage called him an aunt, and in the morning he said in front of the envoys of various countries that he would fight for Yang Taizhen, Lu Li suddenly felt that everything was reasonable.

"Will Lu Qing take a closer look?"

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

"Mao Shun said, once this lamp tower is lit, its brightness can be seen within a hundred miles, which can make the sun and the moon dull."

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

Since Mrs. Guoguo's team joined, Qian Rui felt that her sense of existence had dropped sharply, she couldn't speak at all, and she didn't dare to talk casually, for fear of offending the other party.

A brothel prostitute, a country lady.

The gap between the two is so desperate that for Qian Rui, she wants Lu Li to redeem herself and bring her into the house as a concubine.

As for the Ming media being married, I didn't even dare to think about it. The law of Tang stated clearly that the good and the cheap must not be unmarried, and the brothel and the prostitute belong to the cheap.

In addition, if it weren't for the attitude of Lu Li and Black Mane Horse, Qian Rui wanted to find an excuse to leave.

"Madam, don't be joking."

After thinking about it, Lu Li politely refused:

"A night of burning a lantern will cost more than one million? Let's save it until tomorrow night, when Baiguan will go to the building to have a feast and enjoy the lantern tree that the lady funded together."

Having been in contact for so long, the quick-minded Lu Li had already guessed what Mrs. Guo Guo was making.

If her character is not so open and her acting style is more dignified, then she can definitely be regarded as a man's gift, but unfortunately, no one in the world can control her.

The most important thing is what this extremely beautiful lady of the country said just now...what is meant by Ruoqing's desire to go, the slave immediately ordered his servant to light the lamp tower.

In ancient times, there was Zhou You Wang Fenghuo playing with the princes, but now there is a lady of Guoguo who lights a lamp to smile for Bo Luli?

Lao Tzu is not a compliment!

Of course, Mrs. Guo Guo didn't know that Lu Qizhong had listed her as an inaccessible person. While inviting Lu Li to watch the lanterns in Fuzhong, she moved forward slowly.

And with the maid riding a horse to open the way and show her identity, she can move forward a lot faster. Although it can't compare with usual, it's really much better than the tortoise's speed.

"Dongfeng leaves thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain. The road is filled with BMW carved cars. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot glows, and the fish and dragon dance overnight."

Not far away, a clear voice came, and Lu Li instantly became energetic, with a smile on his face, and said in his heart: Never expected, Pan Ming, you guys are so boring in your heart, and Na Xin Qiji's words are there. Sheng Tang costume cultural man.

Are you afraid that other students will copy this phrase? There is not only one traverser right now!

"This tune..." Girl Qianrui studied the poems quite a bit, and couldn't help but praised: "Very good."

It is known to later generations, Tang Poetry and Song Ci, but it is only a generalization of representative literature.

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

At this time, the next message came:

"The moth snow willow golden strands, and the smile is full of fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, the lights were dim."

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

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Anding Fang, UU reading www.uukanshu.com southeast corner.

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

There are four things in Buddhist sayings: one is to be happy to give, two to cultivate oneself with caution, three to obey the precepts not to break, and four to light the lamp in a Buddhist temple.

Taking advantage of the upsurge of the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, the presiding officer of Qianfu Temple ordered the monks to open the central door, 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 on his face.

"In the fourth year of Emperor Gaozong and Xianheng, Prince Zhanghuai Li Xianshe lived as a temple, and this Qianfu Temple was in front of him."

Standing on the roof of the house, Li Bing watched the monks hand out hand-written small scroll scrolls to the believers, and said lightly: "It has been seventy-one years since today."

On the side, Yuan Zai nodded silently, feeling a lot of gratitude in his heart, and sighed: "Things are not humans."

Prince Zhang Huai, who lived as a monastery, has passed away for many years. The Great Sage Zetian who ordered the execution of Prince Zhang Huai has also passed away. The monarchs and ministers in the temple have changed one after another. Only this Buddhist temple remains the same.