Chapter 282 Winter Solstice, Letters from Home and You (1)
At the beginning of the watch, the morning cold hits us.
A luxurious carriage pulled by eight divine horses broke through the morning fog and sped through the streets of Bianjing.
The hustle and bustle on both sides of the road poured in through the car windows, and the world of mortals was so close at hand.
today is winter Solstice.
Since the pre-Qin Dynasty, the winter solstice has been said to be the beginning of the new year. Therefore, although it is still early, people are already coming and going on the street. Those selling jiaoer soup, selling red bean cakes, cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle...
There were also merchants from the south who hung up banners and sold Nuowan, saying it was a tradition of Lingnan Road, attracting many people to gather in front.
The carriage was very fast, and few people in Bianjing City dared to act so recklessly. Unfortunately, this carriage happened to be one of them, and the decorations on the carriage were enough to shut anyone up.
Feng Luan faces Tianque.
Everyone in Bianjing City knows that this is the royal palace of the princess.
"Slow down, slow down... don't hit anyone!"
In the car, Ning Yan was so nervous that she was holding on to the window. Seeing the carriage swerve and almost overturning a roadside stall, her eyes suddenly darkened, and she was busy apologizing to the unknown unlucky guy.
Opposite him, Xingfang had already had enough of Ning Yan's thoughts along the way. She couldn't bear it anymore. She stood up and wanted to shut him up. However, she accidentally hit her head on the roof of the car.
, he groaned and sat back down holding his head.
Ning Yan heard Xingfang's noise, turned around and bumped into her face full of resentment, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing? Are you feeling unwell?"
"You, you, you..." Xingfang gritted her teeth and rubbed her little head, puffed up her cheeks and said angrily: "Man, can you be quieter!"
"Hey, is it wrong for me to remind you to pay attention to public ethics?"
"What do you know? It's at times like this that we become more domineering. If you step back a foot, others will step forward a foot if you can't protect them! This is what Sister Jing'er told me!"
"That's what I say, but we can also use other methods."
"If it weren't for this eight-horse chariot, do you think you could get out of the palace so easily? Huh! I have told Sister Jing'er a long time ago that most men in the world are heartless, and they are not satisfied with being nice to him. A little bit
If you don’t like it, I’ll provoke you..."
Xingfang couldn't stop talking when she mentioned Jing'er. She kept talking and criticized Ning Yan's white-eyed wolf behavior from the perspective of an independent woman.
Ning Yan couldn't say much. After all, he was taking advantage of the convenience of the princess's mansion. He could only sigh secretly that he had a good foundation and was born with a holy body of boxing.
In future generations, I will probably become a beauty blogger or a talk show actor...
While sighing, he couldn't help but miss Jing'er. He felt very comfortable getting along with Jing'er, but now she still had to take care of the little princess at the Zhulong Terrace, so she really couldn't spare the time.
"Okay, okay, just say a few words...we are almost here."
In addition to him and Xingfang, there were also Wang Ren and Wu Qing in the carriage. Previously, these two people had been quietly eating millet cakes and watching a show. Now that they were almost reaching their destination, they knew they had come out to smooth things over.
Ning Yan immediately lost interest in bickering with Xingfang and curiously opened a corner of the curtain, looking past the stacked pavilions and pavilions, an octagonal pagoda came into view.
The pagoda is about nine stories high, with heavy cornices and glittering treasures on the top floor. A large flag is set up at the door with four words written on it - Bianjing Post Station.
"Then why is the post office in the shape of a pagoda?"
"Post office? You mean the post office? Aren't the post offices in Daofu always like this...Have you seen other post offices?"
Wu Qing didn't know where Ning Yan had so many strange problems. The post office was under the joint jurisdiction of the Ministry of War and the Privy Council. Isn't it common sense that the structure should not go wrong?
The eight levels below the seat symbolize the connection from all directions; the nine storeys are tall and have thirteen eaves, implying that they reach up to the nine heavens and embrace thirteen paths below; the top floor is also inlaid with a jewel and four square agates, indicating that a dragon holds the sun and all the seas are level.
... Such little official knowledge is required in the official examination every three years, and even Wu Qing can recite it.
The carriage moved forward and finally stopped in front of the post office.
As soon as they opened the car door, Wu Qing and Wang Ren couldn't wait to get out of the car. Just as they were about to walk in, they suddenly remembered something and turned back to Ning Yan and said, "Aren't you coming?"
"Me?" Ning Yan pointed to herself and smiled: "I won't."
But Wu Qing was very persistent: "No, today is the winter solstice, I must write a letter home."
Wang Ren also showed a rare expression of tenderness and nodded: "Miss Chai may still be waiting for your letter."
When Ning Yan heard this, her expression was stunned for a moment, and she said in a daze: "Ruru...is she waiting for my letter?"
Wu Qing was too lazy to wait and dragged Ning Yan out of the car. He couldn't help but mutter: "Tell me, you are at an age when you are about to start a family and you don't understand this. Even if you are determined to take care of Miss Chai,
Then you can't be so negligent, what should her father think of you..."
Ning Yan half understood, and gained a deeper understanding of the importance of the winter solstice.
Speaking of which, he had planned to leave for Longmen Mountain immediately a few days ago, but he was also tortured by the people from the Princess's Mansion with a very strange look.
Later, it was only after Jing'er told him that he realized that in the Great Zhou Dynasty, worshiping ancestors during the Winter Solstice was a first-class event, and after worshiping ancestors, they also had to have a reunion dinner to bless the whole family in the new year.
However, this was the first time I heard about sending family letters. No wonder Wu Qing and Wang Ren were mysterious and mysterious early in the morning, saying that they must leave the palace today.
"By the way, Miss Xingfang..."
Just when Ning Yan opened her mouth, the door on the other end had already been slammed shut.
"Stop looking and let's go." Wu Qing laughed loudly, almost lifting Ning Yan up and rushing in.
Since many people had just seen them getting off the carriage of the princess's palace, they all got out of the way, so the three of them were not blocked outside the door.
After successfully entering the postal station, Wu Qing and Wang Ren went about their own business. The day was short or long, and they didn't have time to hang out with Ning Yan, so they just let him do what he wanted.
Anyway, it's impossible for such a big person to get lost.
There were many people queuing up in the lobby on the first floor, and the counter was completely crowded. Ning Yan watched alone for a while, not knowing which line to queue in. He happened to see a newsstand in the corner and walked over.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He thought it was a booklet similar to a user guide, but when he walked in, he discovered that it was the latest issue of the Dazhou Di Daily. As usual, the Da Zhou Di Daily is
It is published once a month, but today is the winter solstice, so a supplement is issued in a very humane way.
With nothing to do, Ning Yan simply bought a copy and planned to relieve his boredom while queuing up.
Opening the Di Di newspaper, the headline recorded the fire in Wudesi the day before yesterday, and the whole story was also recorded in detail. According to Wudesi, the accident occurred during annual routine maintenance, because the weather was dry and the sparks were not available.
It accidentally fell on a wooden beam. Fortunately, it only burned down some old and broken things that were about to be demolished and rebuilt. It was a technical adjustment.
Ning Yan actually knew about this incident yesterday. He even knew that the area where the incident occurred was called Guishui Prison.
Just looking at the name, Guishui Prison was actually set on fire, which is nonsense when I think about it. I heard that the prison was also taken to the Privy Council for a meeting at that time, and it seems that he has not come out today.
Alas, I hope Jian Zheng can have a good year...
Ning Yan continued to scroll back, but suddenly his movements stopped, and another text message attracted his attention.
On the twelfth day of this month, Cao Gui, the Minister of Rites, will lead a delegation to Longmen Mountain to observe the ceremony and eliminate demons on behalf of the saint.
The twelfth day of this month...isn't it the day after the winter solstice?
Ning Yan was stunned. The Minister of Rites personally sent the envoy. This was a standard that had not been seen in many years.
There is also Cao Shangshu, although he is a veteran of three dynasties, his most famous thing in recent years is the new beautiful girl, which made people spread rumors about his romantic affair of pear blossoms overwhelming begonias. This kind of person should be
Wouldn’t Longmenshan have any objections?
"Hey, brother. Are you alone? Do you need a guide?"
Ning Yan was thinking about it when he heard other people's chatter in his ears, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse: "No need..."
But before he finished speaking, he smelled a familiar scent of white peach incense. He raised his head and saw Bi Yuewu, whom he hadn't seen for many days.
"Shopkeeper Wu! Why are you here? Oh, I see, it turns out you also have a family... Hey! It hurts, it hurts!"