Chapter 12 (This chapter is free)

Crossing Shouyang Mountain, passing Fengling Pass, Tongguan enters Huayin County, Huazhou, Gyeonggi Province, and then heading west to Zheng County, Huazhou Prefecture City, and then taking a canal boat to cross Weinan. On that day, Cui Po and Mengjiao's master and servant stayed in Xinfeng County, just one step away from Chang'an.

After getting off the boat, Cui Po, standing at the wharf, looked at the towering Huaqing Palace under Mount Li in the distance, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. At that time, Emperor Qin Shi gathered the efforts of the six countries to build the 800-mile Afang Palace here, and gathered treasures from the world to decorate it. What a glorious and luxurious thing that was the most outstanding in the world. It was here that Emperor Shi praised his life's great fortune; it was still the mountain after a thousand years, but the name of the palace was replaced by the Huaqing Palace, and the protagonist also became another peerless beauty who "helped up his sweetheart and was unable to hold his grace in the new way" and caused "the king to go early from now on."

"Since ancient times, heroes are like beauty, and they are not allowed to see white hair on earth." The First Emperor died and the country was destroyed. The eight hundred miles of Afang Palace turned into a fire that was not extinguished for three months. The palace owner swept across the mighty posture of the six countries, and it was like the blue smoke on the embers of the flames. Is it true? Is it false?

The beauty who was still here for decades ago "sliding the fat in hot spring water" was eventually hanged to her by a romantic king who secretly vowed to "be a pair of birds in the sky and a pair of branches in the ground" to Mawei, leaving behind an eternal reputation of beauty and misfortune. Now the palace is still there, and the beauty has disappeared. The glory that was overwhelming the three thousand beauties back then was like the unpredictable smoke on Mount Li. Is it empty? Real?

"Right and wrong, success and failure turn out to be empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red for several times." Cui Po, who lamented for a long time and was depressed, could only use this sentence to conclude this random thought.

"Shiyilang, what did you say?" But Meng Jiao, who was standing on one side, was watching the beautiful scenery of Mount Li. He heard Cui Po talking vaguely and asked out loud.

"It's nothing, I'm just a few words of emotion." Cui Po's voice was faint, obviously he still had not escaped from the illusion of history.

"Oh!, that's true, 'The capital of the emperors in Qin has always been unconscious when they see this towering Mount Li and the glorious palace! In this chaotic world, you and I should become famous in one fell swoop, and then set up in the temple and show all their knowledge. In the end, you and Shun will be the king and the emperor will be famous after all, so that they can live up to their great husbands to come to this world for a while." Meng Dongye said passionately and passionately.

"It turns out that he is a figure in the Tang Dynasty. He is really willing to take the initiative in this world! So what if he wins the reputation behind him? In this world, the rise and fall of the dynasty is just a repetitive circle. Even if you struggle, you will eventually return to the starting point." Cui Po said in his heart, but when he saw Meng Jiao with a charcoal thought, he was unwilling to discourage his interest and smiled slightly.

He went to the inn and rested early, but he was not at peace in his dream. The prosperous times were peaceful, and the various scenes of swords and weapons everywhere entangled in his dreams, and there was no end.

Early the next morning, the three of them set off from Xinfeng. Not long after they left the city, they saw a water flowing through ahead. Cui Poyin asked, "Dongye, what kind of water is this?"

"This Chang'an City is surrounded by Qinling Mountains in the south; the Wei River is located in the north, Feng and Zaoer Rivers in the west, and the production is located in the east. The Ba River is the Ba River. What you see in front of you is the Ba River. There is a Ba Bridge to pass on the river. Once you cross this bridge, Chang'an will be truly here." Meng Jiao, who has been to Beijing for the second time, said with a close look.

As we gradually moved forward, we saw a bridge on the bridge, and there were countless willows on the water side of the bridge, but the willow branches were very short, and there was a ten-mile pavilion at the end of the bridge. Many people were cooking tea or warm wine to make a ball.

"Don't look at this bridge that is not surprising, but it is actually a great victory in Chang'an. There have always been officials who have been out of business and traveling far away from here. Therefore, this bridge is almost always like this, and people are surging." Meng Jiao saw Cui Po's face with doubts, so he explained to him in detail.

"Then why are the willow trees beside the bridge bare?" This time, Suishu asked curiously.

"I send you nowhere near and far, and I live with you in my youth. When people from Chang'an bid farewell to relatives and friends, no matter whether there is another gift, this willow branch is indispensable. Therefore, this willow branch cannot grow, so there is a saying that 'the willow contains smoke and the willow bridge, and it is climbed and turned into a pedestrian every year'. It is said that there are also those kind-hearted figures who have broken the willow branches elsewhere and sold here. Their results can be eaten by a family of three! In Chang'an, everything will happen," Meng Jiao said with emotion.

Passing through the bridge, the three of them dismounted and walked in the bustling crowd. Only by hearing the crowd, there would be sobbing sounds of sobbing, and there would be endless feelings of separation, all of which were all in it. In this situation, Cui Po couldn't help but think of his relatives in the distance, and the warm courtyard, and naturally felt a sense of thought of the village.

Passing through the crowd in a depressed mood, Cui Po and the other two urged to move quickly, getting closer and closer to the city, Cui Po's sense of danger became stronger and stronger. When he got out of Xinfeng County in the morning, when he looked at Chang'an City from afar, Cui Po felt more about a magnificent and grandeurous heavy and vastness. When he passed Ba Bridge, the gray and black city wall that could not see the edge gave Cui Po an incomparable impact with its vastness and majesty.

He never expected that after a thousand years of return, he could see such a majestic city that was ten times larger than the old city of Xi'an in later generations. He only looked at the Mingde Gate in front of him, about twenty feet high, five large gates with four carriages each standing in a row, with people of all colors flowing from it, but they all went their own way, and endless prosperity. At that time, the rising sun was rising, and thousands of rays of light shone on the endless city wall, and the glass-topped door on the city gate.

The tower reflected a series of golden lights. At this time, Chang'an in Cui Po's eyes suddenly turned into a vast golden city that should only appear in the wonderful realm of the Fairy Mountains. After only a moment of lifting, he could no longer bear the golden light and the pressure of the royal aura naturally generated by many ancient capitals. Cui Po could only bow his head and admire him. At this point, he could not describe its majestic system and the aura of kings. He could only be lost for a long time and murmured to himself: "Chang'an, it is indeed Chang'an."

Because Meng Jiao came here for the second time, he woke up faster. Seeing Cui Po like this, he smiled and said, "Shiyilang is indeed a figure in the aristocratic family. Just looking at this time, he is much better than Brother Yu. When I first came to Chang'an, could I sit there as safely as you? But you don't know that when the lords of many small families came to Chang'an to pay tribute, when they saw this situation, there were always people who couldn't help but bow down and bow down here, saying "miracles", and some people who never returned to their country. They really lived in Chang'an and were not the king." When he said this, he felt an uncontrollable sense of pride in his tone.

After this teasing, Cui Po came to his senses and continued to say, "When there were people who came back from Chang'an that day, they would never help but ask, 'How about Chang'an'. The man always looked surprised, and then couldn't speak. He asked again anxiously, and then said, 'How can Chang'an be said?' Whether it is a mountain villager or a scholar who is well-read about poetry and books, I was surprised. When I saw him today, it was indeed the case! Chang'an! Chang'an, how can I describe it?"

His words caused Meng Jiao to burst into laughter, and then said loudly: "That's the case, let us appreciate the indescribable style of Chang'an." He immediately led to Mingdemen.
Chapter completed!