The New Year's Eve of the Song Dynasty should be regarded as a rare time for emperors to enjoy themselves with the people.
Zhao Xi was also seduced by the atmosphere of expectation in the palace and held it in until the time of viewing the lanterns.
At this time, he was in a fugue, and he was still flying for a thousand years.
Being in the inner garden all day long, enclosed by the palace walls, I never felt in a trance, and I even forgot that I had a past.
When he saw the bustling crowd below the city and the brightly lit Bianliang City, he temporarily forgot where he was.
There has never been the same scene. The only similarities are the bright lights and the endless crowds. He has never forgotten the past, although he does not often think of it...
The so-called official position is probably the tradition of the entire nation. For example, now, it is just an entertainment activity of watching lanterns. Under the city tower, whether you are a royal official or a village woman, you can forget your identity and vent your depressed or happy emotions wantonly. However, on the Xuande Gate,
, it’s like sitting in line in the court, sitting in sequence.
Because Zhao Xi is considered a child, he can move around as he pleases and doesn't care about his assigned seat.
When the drummer struck the first note, the noise paused for a moment, and then people began to revel...a real revelry.
Zhao Xi looked from the east to the west of the tower, bit by bit.
It turned out that sumo wrestlers wearing loincloths had already existed at this time, and they were supposed to be the games of strong women. He instantly understood why the sumo wrestlers he saw in later generations were all droopy...
It turns out that the prototype of hip-hop was already there at this time, but the movements had not been standardized yet. Look at the ladies writhing wantonly under the city tower... Does this man not care?
If anyone tells him that the three obediences and four virtues were all in ancient times, he will definitely spit on his face... It's a pity that no one will tell him.
It turns out that acrobatics at this time paid more attention to the proficiency of individual skills. Shooting balls and Cuju, stepping on ropes and poles, eating cold food, swallowing iron swords; playing harps, flutes, drums and flutes, medicinal puppets, spitting fire and water, and spinning clay balls
...Every juggling act makes Zhao Xi feel novel.
There was even a lot of playfulness that he had never seen before.
This is not a stage performance that separates the audience from the performers, this is a performance that truly involves people!
Zhao Xi looked at the children walking among the crowd and really wanted to blend in. That was the New Year's Eve that children should have, instead of being trapped in Xuande Tower with a group of middle-aged uncles... It seemed that he had really returned to life.
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"Xi'er, follow daddy and listen to the riddles of the gentlemen."
Well, finally, this group of people is not just sitting around, but also looking for some games to really enjoy this happiness.
After listening to it for a while, Zhao Xi realized that the so-called riddles these uncles were talking about were really not difficult. As for what they were talking about now, Zhao Xi could casually tell a lot of riddles that would be ruined by children in future generations. These so-called ministers were actually serious.
Thinking?
"The white snake crosses the river, with a red sun above its head; the black dragon lies on the wall, covered with thousands of gold stars."
Hey...this is a bit interesting.
Zhao Xi looked at them all anxiously. Some of them frowned, some rubbed their foreheads, and some even scratched their heads. But no one could tell the answer.
However, the few husbands he knew seemed to have nothing to do with them. Except for the mysterious Xianggong Jia...
"In the official family, Prince Suwen is smart and young, so he can take part in it. Over the years, all the princes in the political hall have been determined to appear in riddles, and they have lost the fun of playing."
What do you mean? When you think it's difficult, you think of me? Could it be that this old man is determined to stick to Zhao Yunrang? But it doesn't look like he looks like he really wants to make everyone happy.
Then just play, I just want to play anyway.
"Oil lamp and scale."
Zhao Xi spoke out without thinking. At this time, he no longer needed to hide and hide. Hiding one's strength and biding one's time did not apply to him.
Zhao Xi originally wanted to see the surprise of these uncles, but in the end... just those scratching their heads and looking at them with expressions of enlightenment and wonder, and no one around his father found it strange.
It seems that Prince E Zhao Xi should be like this.
No fun! What amazing deeds I have done now, in the eyes of these court officials, it seems like it should be like this.
Alas! This person can't be too good, nor can he show too much ability, otherwise he won't even have any sense of accomplishment.
Can I also come up with a mystery? It seems that I am qualified for this.
"Dad, can the child tell riddles?"
Regardless of his monster mentality, Zhao Xi is still regarded as a child, so no one can say anything about his coquettish request.
"Xi'er also has a riddle? Let's talk about it, and let you all guess the answer to Xi'er's riddle."
There is nothing to say about Zhao Zhen's energy. He also tried to solve the mystery just now, but he couldn't solve it, but Xi'er could say it so casually...
"The strong master has done something good for his ancestors. He chiseled the wall to steal the light to study at night. There are always millions of mothers in the sewing line. The old man leans against the door all day long."
Zhao Xi remembered that this was the story of Su Xiaomei and Qin Guan. He didn't know very well whether Su Xiaomei and Qin Guan were born now, or whether there was such a person, but he was definitely not famous.
Even Su Shi probably doesn't have much reputation yet, otherwise there will definitely be legends about him, or he will be compared with these great men.
I guess I can use Su Xiaomei's allusion without revealing my secret.
"good!"
Who is it? It’s shocking! Looking again, it turns out that it’s Han Qi who is stroking his hands and applauding. I guess he guessed who he is.
And those ministers all seemed to have realized something and seemed to understand.
Zhao Xi is sure that there must be some cheating here...
"Sun Quan, Kong Ming, Zisi, Taigong Wang. Your prince's mystery is a classic. I wonder if your prince can create a mystery with our last names?"
Fu Bi pointed out the answer to the riddle, looked at Zhao Xi interestingly and asked.
It's purely a sense of curiosity.
"Good morning."
When Zhao Xi finished speaking, Fu Bi was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but smile bitterly... This Prince E really had a sense of humor.
But isn't it? He is still a child.
Fu Bi asked for a riddle, but Zhao Xi directly made a riddle of his father-in-law's surname.
Relaxed yet clever, respectful yet playful.
"Xiao Wang still has a mystery, can you please take a guess?"
Zhao Xi seemed to be having fun. In fact, the mystery of him farting was just kept in his mind.
"Black is not the same, white is not, red and yellow are not the same, they are like foxes, wolves, civets and dogs, neither poultry nor wild beasts; there are poems, lyrics, and the Analects of Confucius. It is vague about east, west, south, and north. Although it is a short article, it is also a wonderful article.
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Zhao Xi remembered that this was a riddle someone asked at a party. He didn't guess it, so he just used the search function to find out the source of the riddle.
There was no need to search at this time, I just wanted to see if these great masters who might be famous throughout the ages were much smarter than me.
"Good! Excellent!"
It's Han Qi again! I said to you, Old Han, can we be like Fu Bi and be a little more reserved and restrained? It's a bit fair to talk like you are.