Nightfall Chapter 27: I meet Changan happily
Chapter 27 I meet Chang'an and I am happy
Chang'an, the world’s most majestic city, is of course not the one to lose its reputation, because this city is too huge, the empire actually opened eighteen caves in four directions, east, west, south, and north, but even so, it enters the city every day The high-ranking officials and people leaving the city still block these caves from time to time and form extremely long lines on the official road.
Ning Que and Sangsang lined up for a long time. They waited until the time was really close to dusk before they squeezed into the city gate cave. Watching the sergeants with serious faces looking through their luggage and parcels carefully, Ning was crowded with sweat. Que couldn't help but think of the big blockage in a certain world capital, and shook his head and laughed twice.
He cursed very quietly, while the residents of Chang'an City around him spoke very loudly. The folk customs of the Datang Empire were simple and aggressive. For those seemingly serious sergeants, few people were really afraid, but No one dares to ignore the strict laws of the empire and just rush through.
Finally it was Ning Que and Sangsang's turn. The sergeant took the military documents he handed over and found that this young man was actually a fellow man and had made a lot of military merits on the front line. The serious expression on his face suddenly became a lot more gentle, but when his eyes fell behind Ning Que When he slammed the three handles toward the sky, he couldn't help but frowned.
"This is a family heirloom sword. The ancestors once explained..." Ning Que explained carefully.
"The sword is here, the sword is dead..." The sergeant glanced at him boredly, waved contemptuously: "I have to listen to these words eight hundred times a day. You can save your time, little guy. It's solved, two guys so small carry such a big package, you don’t seem to come to study, it feels like a move."
He turned his head and looked at the **** umbrella behind Sangsang, frowned and asked: "What kind of umbrella is this? Why is it so big?"
Sangsang turned his back to hold the middle section of the **** umbrella, looked up at the sergeant coldly with a small face, and said: "The umbrella is there, and the umbrella is dead."
The sergeant looked at the little black girl and praised it with a thumbs up: "This statement... has new ideas."
Ning Que was untying the lace of the package next to him, and his green face was full of wry smiles, thinking that in this world, he probably only knew that Sangsang's sentence was not a joke, but a truth.
The big parcel contained quilt blankets and some miscellaneous things. The only thing that deserved special attention was the boxwood hardwood bow and the tubes of feather arrows. When the sergeant turned over these things, his face changed slightly.
The gate hole of Chang'an City is long and dark. The exit inside the city is far away. It looks like a small hole that will shine. You can vaguely see a round of sunset falling in the distance, and the red light is slanting. Come in, but can't invade very far before being swallowed by the dark noise.
Ning Que and Sangsang followed the people to that place. Sangsang struggled to squeeze the heavy package behind him to make the position of the **** his shoulders more comfortable, and asked curiously: "Master...Do people in Chang'an talk like the military master?"
"Almost." Ning Que replied: "The wealth and power of the whole world are concentrated in this city. Chang'an people will inevitably be more proud, but the more proud they are on the surface, the more polite and tolerant they will be to people from outside, because They have to show their demeanor, and they are indeed a group of very decent guys."
"But if there is pride that does not show up, and everyone will panic, what about the Chang'an people?... They talk! From the carriage to the ministry, all the Chang'an people are very good at chatting to the royal family The secrets go down to the brothel and the anecdote, as if there is nothing they don’t know about. Of course, what they like most is to talk about the war and personnel affairs of the world or the counties of the Tang Dynasty in a calm tone. Individuals are like prime ministers."
Sang Sangge laughed out loud, which showed that she was really amused by Ning Que's remarks.
In the previous inspection in the city gate cave, there was no tragic picture of knife destruction and death. The **** umbrella is now carried on Ning Que’s back, and the three knives on Ning Que’s back have been put into the package. The boxwood hardwood bow was also lowered, and after completing this, the sergeant who spoke tuberculosis let them go without doing anything difficult.
Tang people are martial arts. It’s more painful to ask them if they don’t have a handful of them. Therefore, the empire has always controlled this aspect very loosely. Chang'an city allows sabers, but not sabers. There are bows and arrows, but the bows must be lowered. Forbidden military crossbows, other than that, there are no restrictions.
As for whether you will secretly wind up the bowstring and take out the knife after you walk into the city, no one will care about you, Chang'an Mansion will not care, the military department will not care, even the emperor in the deep palace Your Majesty doesn't care much about these things.
Ning Que and the two are accustomed to living in frontier fortresses. Every night in Weicheng, they can't see any lights except for the tavern. Except for the soldiers gambling, they can't hear any more sounds, so they enter Chang'an City in the evening. They thought they would see a quiet and sleeping city, but they didn't expect that Chang'an city at night would still be...
Everywhere is lively.
The street lights illuminate the flat bluestone pavement like daytime, and the pedestrians on the street are like weaving, or stop in front of the stall or point to the stars to see the sky. The men and women in front of the stall should already be together, and pointing to the stars to see the sky has just begun. The process of hooking up.
The clothes of the Tang people, especially those in Chang’an, are simple and plain. A tight-sleeved short-lined flat shoe looks very neat. There are occasional men with wide-sleeved sleeves. The cuffs are also very cut off. His hands are hanging outside the sleeves. It was for the convenience of pulling out the sharp sword from the sheath around his waist.
There is a man wearing a blue shirt walking with a sword, his long beard fluttering in the night breeze, looking like a dead swordsman, but when he sees juggling on the street, the man will stop and a group of big girls He squeezed into one place, staring and watching nervously, and then patted his palms in red and shouted aloud, but when the vaudeville artist collected the money, he replied with the coldness of the dead swordsman, meaning that he wanted to pay for the pickled things like copper. It is impossible to stop.
The dress of Chang'an women is also very simple and plain. Another word is called Qingliang, and another word is probably naked. In the warm season of this spring, all the women and girls seen on the street have their arms naked outside the sarong sleeves. , And some charming young women went to the street boldly wearing a tube top, the white and tender piece of chest attracting attention.
On the street, the barbarians with their chests **** their wine pouches looked around curiously. The officials of the Moon State in winged hats stroked their beards and shuttled between the wine shops and brothels in a familiar manner, a merchant in the Southern Jin Dynasty. Upstairs leaning on the fence to watch the stars and drinking, from time to time the pretentious laughter was transmitted to the street, and there was a burst of silk and bamboo coming from the courtyard of the house, and the melody was melodious.
The wealth and magnanimity of the whole world seems to be concentrated in the city of Chang'an. It is warmly exciting, rich in intoxication, magnificence and gentleness coexist, swords and beauties reflect each other.
Ning Que took Sangsang's little hand and walked in this sea of lamps and people swayingly, his stunned and admired look very much like brothers and sisters from the countryside.
The blue bird head with the thrush, the fragrant millet and the butterfly powder, the hosta powder and the pearl powder, the thing called the rose cream is rouge? Is that vial the legendary toilet water?
Sangsang, who was held by Ning Que, widened his slender eyes like willow leaves, looking at the bottles and cans on the street stall, feeling a little unable to walk.
There was a little lady walking in front of her with her waist swaying, why did the plump hips under the skirt bouncing like this? There was a young girl with dangling pigtails squeezing past her with a smile. How could her faint body look like an orchid? Why do you wink at those beautiful young women who choose flowers with men at the stall? Do you think that boy is a little cute?
Ning Que took Sangsang's hand and looked around happily. He didn't remember that Chang'an was such a beautiful place when he was a child, and he felt that he couldn't walk.
When I couldn’t walk, I walked slowly, and the street finally became cleaner. However, the two border town visitors hadn’t calmed down a bit and relaxed, only to hear who was yelling in front of them. Hula la la, I don't know how many Chang'an people rushed out from all directions, blocking a certain street corner in front of it.
"Duel!"
Across the black crowd, two men with swords around their waists can be seen vaguely staring at each other with hatred, and both of them have their right sleeves cut off by the sword and thrown on the ground between the two.
The world became quiet, and all the people watching the show closed their mouths tightly, ensuring that the fairness of the duel was deeply rooted in the blood of every Tang dynasty. Even watching the show, there are rules for watching the show.
"The rule of a duel is that cutting sleeves represents a challenge. If you accept, cut off your sleeves."
Ning Que took Sangsang’s hand and squeezed out of the crowd, and explained to her: “This kind of duel is called a live game, as long as the winner is determined, there is another kind of endless duel called a dead game. Confirmed by the government. The dead challenger must cut a knife in his left palm. If the opponent accepts it, he must do the same."
"Can you not accept it?" Sangsang asked.
"Of course." Ning Que wiped the sweat from his forehead, patted the big package behind Sangsang, confirmed that no thief had come, and continued: "It's just that sometimes people, especially men, can easily become idiots. Yes, such as when you go crazy for women, love, dignity, these messy things."
The two squeezed out of the crowd. Sangsang raised his black face and asked puzzledly: "Why don't we stay and watch? I remember you liked watching the bustle when you were in Weicheng. Squatted by the side and watched all night."
"It’s a lot to see killing cattle and sheep. That year, killing pigs was the first time in Weicheng’s history. Of course, it’s so rare to take a closer look. Duels like this one day will not happen in Chang’an. If you look at it, there will be opportunities in the future."
Ning Que said peacefully: "And this is the city of Chang'an. I just want to honestly enter the academy to study, but I don't want to cause any trouble. From now on, we will be like two dogs, with our tails clamped. Get up and be a man."
Sangsang shook his head, thinking that I don't want to be a bitch. As for you, master, you can kill a few people in Chang'an City. It is really not suitable for you to be a human being with your tail clipped.
"Find an inn." As if reading her mind, Ning Que said with a sense of failure: "I'm sleepy."
Sangsang pointed to a building on the street in front and said, "Look, there is an inn there."