Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 1934

"What time is it?"

"If you go back to the house son-in-law, it's the first time you're ugly."

"Well... get me a carriage and take me home."

Since returning to Beijing, he has been entangled in various affairs, and has not had the leisure to spend time with his wife and children. For Fang Jun, a later time traveler, this is a serious dereliction of duty.Even though it was too late to go to bed and early to wake up, he still felt that it was better to go back to his home and sleep in a cage with his wife and children in his arms. That was the warmest place.

"Here!"

The servant quickly responded, one stayed behind to help Fang Jun get dressed, and the other went out to prepare the car.

When Fang Jun was dressed neatly and walked out of the house, a gust of cool air hit his face, he immediately lifted his spirits, and all the distress and malaise disappeared.

The surrounding fields are dim, only under the illumination of the palace lanterns, snowflakes like goose feathers fall down, paving the place where the eyes can see into a piece of silvery white.

It snowed all night...

Fang Jun glanced back, the snow powder was flying, the exquisite pavilions were dormant in the darkness, and the magnificent and luxurious scene in the daytime could still be vaguely seen.

This place is still the Furong Garden of King Li Tai of Wei, and the mansion bestowed by His Majesty Li Er to Queen Shande is not far from here, and it is also close to Qujiang Pond...

After boarding the carriage, Jun took down a waist card and threw it to the driver, then got into the carriage and pulled a blanket over his lap.

There is a curfew system in Chang'an, but this is of course useless to a Shangshu of the Ministry of War who is in charge of the power of the Ministry of War.Which soldier of Marquis Wu who was patrolling the street wouldn't open his eyes and dare to arrest him?
The carriage moved forward slowly, and the wheels rolled over the snow on the street, making a "creaking" sound. On the way, I encountered a few waves of dutiful patrolling Wuhou, but after seeing the waist card in the hands of the driver, I didn't hesitate. They were all allowed to pass, and they stood on both sides of the road with their hands tied, watching the carriage slowly passing by, and only continued to patrol the street when the carriage was far away.

Passing by the gate of Pingkangfang, Fang Jun lifted the curtain and took a look. The Pingkangfang of Nuo Da was not silent due to the heavy snow. Even though it was ugly, at midnight, there were still bright lights behind the gate , the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra faintly spread through the wind and snow, interpreting the luxury of the prosperous age.

Fang Jun does not have the cynical mentality of those contemporary Confucians, let alone criticize the old people behind the prosperity, extravagance and corruption. This is the most intuitive manifestation of economic development. A Pingkang Square is almost equivalent to the epitome of the entire Tang Dynasty. The money and silks of the Tang Dynasty are exchanged and circulated here. The more prosperous the Tang Dynasty, the more prosperous the Pingkang Square will be. The wealth circulation will be accelerated, and the empire's taxes will increase, so that more wealth can be created...

The Confucians in the Tang Dynasty did not understand the economics of this.

Before he put down the curtain of the car, he suddenly saw a noise from the square door not far away, and then the heavy square door was pushed open with a "bang" from inside, and a figure staggered out of the door, with a hand in his hand. He was also waving a horizontal knife, yelling loudly: "Mother Dut, get out of here! Whoever dares to follow me, I will chop you to death with one knife!"

A large group of people chased out from behind the square gate, but they dared not approach.

The man brandished a horizontal knife and said sharply: "Go back to me and close the door!"

This person obviously has a lot of prestige, everyone was helpless, but they didn't dare to disobey, so they had to go back to the workshop and close the gate.

Under the heavy snow, the man was walking in the snow with a knife in one hand. Perhaps his legs were weak after drinking, but after walking half a street, he stumbled several times and finally turned over and lay down. In the snow, he shouted: "God thief! My Xue Wanche stands upright, why do you treat me like this, let me have any face in the world, what face do I have to stand in front of others? Ahhh..."

Fang Jun was speechless.

Is this motherfucker Xue Wanche?

Emotionally drunk too much wine, drinking crazy...

The royal driver drove past Xue Wanche who was lying on the snow, and then turned his head and said in a low voice: "The son-in-law is the general Xue Wanche, maybe he drank too much... Do you want to inform Jingzhao later? Mansion, order Marquis Wu to patrol the streets to send him back to the mansion?"

It would really be an anecdote if the great general of the right military guard and the captain of the son-in-law died of alcoholism and freezing on the streets of Chang'an...

Fang Jun sighed, rubbed his forehead, and said helplessly: "I'm afraid this guy will freeze to death when you turn around... stop the car, give him a hand, and get him into the car, and you can take him back to the mansion later." go."

"Here!"

The driver responded, and quickly parked the carriage on the side of the road, jumped off the shaft, and went to Xue Wanche's side to check.

The snow on the street was already half a foot thick. Xue Wanche lay sprawled in the snow pit, his face was ruddy, his mouth babbled from time to time, his beard and eyebrows were already covered with hoarfrost. I'll be frozen for an hour...

The snow was thick, the feet were slippery, and Xue Wanche was tall and strong, and the rider didn't dare to offend him like a dead dog. After a long time, the sweat on his head turned into white steam, and he didn't get Xue Wanche on. carriage.Fang Jun had no choice but to jump out of the carriage, grabbed Xue Wanche's belt, and threw it into the carriage.

The carriage resumed its journey in the snowstorm and went straight to Chongrenfang Fangfu.

Fang Jun didn't want to have anything to do with Xue Wanche, it's not his style to see death and not save him, but sending Xue Wanche back to the mansion is something he absolutely doesn't want to do, so he went back to the mansion first, and Xue Wanche was sent by the royal guard of Wei Wang's mansion He went back and told the steward not to reveal his participation.

The driver didn't know why, but he didn't dare to disobey his orders, so he agreed without hesitation.

The snow on the street is very thick, the wheels are struggling to move forward in the snow, the carriage is wobbly, and the speed is very slow.

In the carriage, Xue Wanche turned over, babbled the most, and murmured: "Thirst..."

Fang Jun didn't hear clearly, and didn't care.

After a while, Xue Wanche closed his eyes and called out again: "I'm so thirsty..."

Fang Jun turned a deaf ear.

Xu was very thirsty, Xue Wanche turned over, put one leg at Fang Jun's feet, Fang Jun kicked him away, and after a while, this guy turned over again, muttering inaudible words, Caterpillars usually toss and turn, presumably because they are very uncomfortable.

Fang Jun is helpless, he can't just kick him out, can he?

Turning over, he lit a palace lantern on the wall of the carriage with a flint, and then lit up. After searching around, he found a mezzanine drawer on the carriage. Small jug, and two wine jars.

One of the jars was slapped open, and a strong aroma of wine overflowed.

Fang Jun took a big sip from the jar, it was the best Fangfu wine, with a mellow aroma and endless aftertaste, then he filled the small wine pot halfway, sealed the wine jar, and used the spout of the small wine pot to Aiming at Xue Wanche's mouth, he slowly poured some wine.

It was as if a baby who was waiting to be fed tasted milk, Xue Wanche opened his mouth in a daze, and drank greedily, as if he didn't feel satisfied, when he turned over, he sat up, squinted his eyes and grabbed Fang Jun's hand Hold on, hold the jug and pour it into your mouth.

Fang Jun was speechless, this is really an alcoholic...

After drinking half a jug of wine, Xue Wanche burped for a long time, then lay down in the carriage again with his head up.

His mouth was not idle.

"Father, mother, the child is not filial...Eldest brother, you have a spirit in heaven, don't dislike your brother for embarrassing you...Second brother, third brother, fifth brother, my brother is worthless, causing the family to suffer Shame, your ancestors have no face, and you have no face to meet people... Danyang, you bitch, you dare to steal someone without telling me. Xue Wanche is an upright hero..."

Fang Jun blinked, shit!

This guy turned out to be his wife who stole someone, so there was nowhere to relieve his depression, so he came to Pingkang Fang to drink away his sorrow?

"...Damn! What about the emperor's daughter, how amazing? Do you think I'm rare? If it wasn't for the eldest brother, you forced me to marry Danyang, I wouldn't even look at him! I still despise this one and that one, I'm a masculine man! How heroic and incomparable is it to take the head of a general out of thousands of horses? Damn, it’s a wedding night in the bridal chamber, and I just found out that you are not perfect... But what can I do? The emperor’s daughter is bigger than the sky, so I don’t care If you are a coward, you have to endure... woo woo..."

This rough and brave generation of famous generals actually started to cry after talking about wine.

Fang Jun thought for a while, poured another half pot of wine, and put it in Xue Wanche's hand.Xue Wanche stared like a sleepy man, and when he smelled the aroma of wine, he stuffed the jug into his mouth, and the wine dripped down his beard.

For some reason, Fang Jun suddenly had a feeling of "sympathy for each other". The emperor's daughter is not easy to marry, and the royal consort is not easy to be!
Especially the princess of Tang Dynasty, there are not many good things!
If he hadn't come here through time travel, the original owner Fang Yiai would also have to bear a big green hat, whose name is recorded in the annals of history, and who has been ridiculed for thousands of years...

(End of this chapter)