In the streets and alleys of the capital, the bluestone roads are as clean and translucent as if they have been washed by rain, and the earth and stone roads are paved with fine loess.
Every house was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Adults and children wore new clothes, holding green branches and bright flowers in their hands. They walked out of their houses and poured into the streets, talking and laughing loudly.
Colorful buildings were erected on the street, and the crowds were bustling. It was more lively than the Chinese New Year, the Lantern Festival, and the Spring Outing. According to the old man with a gray beard who couldn't walk and didn't know how long he had lived, there were probably about 10,000 people at the beginning of the Great Xia when the Ten Thousand Kingdoms came to the DPRK.
So lively.
Everyone rushed in one direction to sing and dance. Occasionally, if someone went the wrong way, they would be pushed back by people standing on the roadside watching the fun.
"Don't you know where the city gate is?" said the man who was watching the excitement. He was smiling but his eyes were wide open, so he looked very scary. His eyes were fixed on the man who had taken the wrong way and looked hurriedly, scanning his feet from his feet.
Sweeping from feet to head, "Are you from the capital city?"
The man was so shaken by the sight that he said in a trembling voice: "I am so happy singing and dancing that I forget the road."
The man who was watching the excitement withdrew his glance: "Why don't you jump quickly!"
The man's hands and feet twitched as if he had been granted amnesty and jumped into the crowd. The man who was watching the excitement tightened the ribbon around his waist and curled his lips in boredom. Someone slipped over from the side.
"Why don't you dance and sing?" he shouted, "Are you not happy for Emperor Wu's ascension to the throne?"
The man who was watching the excitement instantly raised his hand on his waist. When he saw the person coming from the corner of his eye, he put his hand back on his waist and made a sound.
The visitor laughed proudly: "Lao Hou, I scared you."
He had a thick beard and Yuan Ji couldn't recognize Zhonghou at first glance, but he didn't bother to joke with him.
"You're still doing well." The visitor chuckled and touched the colorful ribbon in Zhonghou's waist with an envious expression, "You can stand on the roadside and be on guard, but I would be miserable and have to stare at the crowd. I have to dance and sing.
If you don't dance well, you will be beaten."
Zhonghou smiled proudly: "Then you can dance. I remember that you are a good dancer." He patted the visitor on the shoulder and whispered, "Dance well. If you win the eyes of His Majesty Emperor Wu, you will be selected to enter the palace."
Zhong Chang is with you, and we really don’t have anyone sneaking into the palace now."
Wouldn't it be like being a eunuch? People who come here feel cold in the lower body. Although Ankangshan is fat, he has a flexible body and a good singing voice. He is favored by the late emperor and the noble concubine. What if Ankangshan really likes this...
"You don't have to be a eunuch. It's not bad to be an imperial guard." The visitor thought seriously, "And eunuchs, we can bribe them..."
Zhonghou raised his foot and kicked him: "Go away and do your thing. Don't lose your life before entering the palace."
As soon as he finished speaking, huge cheers, gongs, drums and shengxiao were heard in the distance, and the ground shook.
"Go quickly." Zhonghou said solemnly, "Ankang Mountain is back."
The visitor knew the seriousness of the matter, stopped joking, jumped into the crowd, raised his hands, sang and shouted loudly and ran away.
Ankangshan proclaimed himself emperor in the imperial mausoleum. Because of the chaos in the world, Ankangshan could not calm down. He was exhausted mentally and physically and blamed himself. He went to the imperial mausoleum to cry in front of the coffin of the emperor and the prince. He also brought a coffin with him. He lay down with his hair disheveled and undressed, barefoot and not eating or drinking.
You should follow the emperor and the prince inside.
Ankangshan fell asleep and dreamed of the emperor's concubine wearing gorgeous clothes and walking down from the clouds. He hugged the emperor's concubine and cried. The emperor's concubine held him by one hand and led him to the fairy palace on the clouds.
They drank fine wine in the fairy palace, the emperor played music, the concubine danced with Ankang Mountain, and the fairies flying around scattered flower petals, just as happy as before.
Ankangshan wanted to be happy like this all the time, but the emperor and the imperial concubine put him in gorgeous clothes and a crown, saying that they would be happy together in heaven like this in the future, but now the world is still in chaos and the people are still suffering, and they are also sad in heaven.
They need Ankang Mountain to help them. When the peaceful people in the world live and work in peace and contentment, they will come to take Ankang Mountain back to the Immortal Palace.
Ankangshan begged bitterly and said that he could not do it well, but the emperor and the imperial concubine cruelly pushed him down.
Ankang Shan cried and sat up from the coffin. He was shocked to find that he was actually wearing the gorgeous robes and crowns that the emperor and his concubine had given him to wear in the fairy palace. In front of the coffin, kneeling on the ground were all the elders of aristocratic families with hundreds of civil and military officials.
Kowtow to the mountain and shout long live.
It turns out that everyone dreamed of the late emperor and received his entrustment to assist Ankang Mountain in pacifying Daxia.
The late emperor gave Ankang Mountain a new name of Wu in his dream.
In Ankang Mountain, a chariot pulled by a horned beast flew from the sky to the imperial mausoleum. In front of the chariot, there were palace maids who looked like fairies carrying flower baskets and scattering flower petals. Soldiers and horses guarded the surroundings, and the ministers surrounded and followed them back to the capital.
All the people along the way sang and danced, held wine and flowers, and knelt down to greet him. Everyone also received the late emperor's dream.
The feast in the palace lasted until late at night, and every household in the capital set off fireworks, which were as bright as the Milky Way.
There were many people gathered in an alley, but there was only one person setting off the fireworks. A child crowded at the feet of the adults didn't know the joys and sorrows of the world. He clapped his hands happily while watching the fireworks. He couldn't help but run over and wanted to grab the fireworks to play with himself. In the impression
I remember when he played like this... but the next moment he was hugged by a pale adult, and a man in ordinary clothes who lit fireworks looked over with gloomy eyes.
"Do you want to light fireworks?" he asked. "How do you want to light fireworks? Where do you want to light them?"
How can a child understand that he was frightened and cried? The adult hugged him and trembled: "Master, he is still young. He doesn't understand anything. He will not do evil."
The gloomy man shouted in a low voice: "Don't call me Mr. Cha! Please be happy! Don't cry."
The adult reached out and covered the child's mouth. The child immediately couldn't cry anymore and his face turned red.
The gloomy man then looked away and lit a pile of fireworks. The fireworks exploded in the air and fell like pearls.
"Laugh!" he shouted, looking at the people around him.
The people were so shocked that they came to their senses, grinned and laughed happily, looking up at the exploding fireworks with joy.
The excitement lasted until dawn and then dissipated.
The tired people fell asleep, and Zhonghou dragged his tired body back to the small courtyard.
"I'm so exhausted." He was not the only one who came back. The other two men leaned on the pillars and panted. "If I had known better, I wouldn't have gone to the Yamen to grab this job. It's not enough to just keep an eye on them. I have to sing and dance along."
A man walked out of the house and yawned: "Why are you tired? I am tired only when I am a laborer. I sing and dance all day and all night. Now I have to clean the streets. I won't be able to finish sweeping until the evening."
The two men leaning against each other under the pillars laughed: "If you can't finish sweeping till night, this will cause trouble for Emperor Wu, and you won't be able to come back."
Zhonghou closed the door, interrupted their joking, and asked, "Have you found a reliable way to send the news?"
The man who worked as a slave boy nodded: "I can do it. I took a few whips for our leader. He trusts me very much. His family is responsible for pouring night fragrance. I can follow the car out of the city."
Zhonghou nodded and said hello: "Go and continue to be friends with him, make sure nothing goes wrong."
The man who was a laborer responded, picked up the broom and basket and went out.
Zhonghou greeted the others: "Come in and talk about your progress."
The two men sitting against the pillars got up as soon as they were tired.
"I showed my skills a few days ago when I was hunting down spies. The captain who was leading the army at that time was very interested in me and asked my name. I planned to find an opportunity to have a fight with someone, leave the yamen, and then go
Take refuge in him." A man said.
Zhonghou nodded: "We must enter the army." He frowned again, "We still have too few manpower."
Another man put down the tea cup and wiped the corner of his mouth: "Lao Hou, don't worry, there are already ten trustworthy people working with me. Let's see when we tell them our identity and let them become our Jiannan Road."
Soldier."
Zhonghou thought for a moment and said: "There are many people among Ah Xi's servants who have been conquered by him. Most of the servants and soldiers are veterans of Ankang Mountain. It is difficult to break through. We should start with the people first, and clear the way.
Yes, the small traders are all pretty good. Although they don’t have swords, guns or any skills, their large numbers of people can spread them out and open up a lot of holes in the capital’s defense.”
Hearing this, the previous man couldn't help but ask: "Will the eldest lady come to attack the capital?"
Zhonghou stroked the tabletop with his hand. The old wooden table was full of pits and pits, but if you look closely, the ravines on it outlined a map of the capital's defense.
He tapped his hand vigorously on the table with a determined expression.