Although many things have happened, we still have to celebrate the New Year. No matter the troubles outside, this year is the most lively year in Song Beiyun's life. In the past, the family always had one family in the east, either one outside or the other outside. It was difficult to get together.

"I said, you guys." Song Beiyun came to the front hall with a fish, and two tables of mahjong were happily rubbing: "At least, help me make the New Year's Eve dinner."

"You are busy with yours, don't worry about us." Fo Baonu was already in a state of red eyes. She was making a big card under her hands, cautious and nervous.

"It would be great if Zuo Rou and Sister Qiaoyun were there, so there would be no need for this chess game." Jin Ling'er glanced at Fo Baonu with a squinted eyes: "It's a big addiction to technology, and she asked her to fire several of my good cards."

"As a Buddha Baonu, he grew up on a horse's back, it's common to light a cannon." Miaoyan chuckled: "The technology is not that bad, it's just a little bit irritating."

Fo Baonu crossed his legs, swaying the cradle with one hand, and touching cards with the other hand. He was not anxious or annoyed when he heard the ridicule around him. He said with a smile: "Don't see if I suffer a loss in front of me. As long as I make a move, I can all turn the tables. It is said that wealth and honor are in danger. If you take down your big cards and click a few small flat bells, this is called sacrificing the chariot."

"Oh yo yo yo yo, I'm also bringing out military tactics. Now I'll let you see the bridge that crosses the river and destroys the bridge. Do you want to touch 30,000, right? No!" Jin Ling'er showed the 30,000 he had just captured and looked at Fo Baonu: "I'll even get stuck if I dismantle the stick!"

"I just touch it myself!"

Biluo shivered from the side, and glanced at Song Beiyun from time to time, because she also grabbed a 30,000 yuan in her hand, and didn't know whether to beat him or not. This would offend the Emperor of Liao and offend the Princess of Song.

It's really difficult...

Song Beiyun pretended not to see it and came to another table with the fish. This table seemed much more peaceful. After all, Aunt Hong was sitting there, which was like Song Beiyun's mother. Not to mention the imperial edict, even Zhao Xing treated her with elders when she was in Jinling, so people who were on the same table dared not act rashly. Even a Guanyin slave with a belly full of bad water was honest, and in front of the "Emperor Brother" behind her, her mother screamed with a short voice.

As for the two matches, one is the maid who always acts spoiled in front of Song Beiyun and the old eunuch Wang who said more than five years ago that he was not very old but was getting better and better in spirit.

"Aunt Hong, how to cook this fish, braised or stewed soup?"

"You come and play, I'll cook."

"That's not true. It's rare to have a chance to cook." Song Beiyun turned around and crawled into the kitchen, poked his head out: "Then I'll be braised."

After entering the kitchen, only Yusheng and Song Beiyun were left inside. Yusheng seemed clumsy but still worked hard to help. The two brothers were wearing aprons like this, looking ridiculously preparing meals.

"This bacon is good. Steam it with dried bamboo shoots later." Song Beiyun started cutting the bacon while hanging the broth with bones: "Brother, you cut the vegetables, remove the roots of those with leaves, and cut the leaves into sections."

"Oh, OK..."

Compared with Song Beiyun, Yusheng is indeed very lacking in life skills, and cooking is even more scattered. But after all, he is a person who is about to become a father. In Song Beiyun's words, he is not cooking his own food, so he is always a little worried.

Although cooking is a dull and busy thing, it is actually a good pastime if you can immerse yourself in it.

"I heard that there is a turmoil in the capital?"

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "It's still very fierce. It is estimated that when the court is opened after the New Year, someone may cause trouble for the students."

"Why? It's because you regained your hometown? I don't think so."

"The restoration of the landlord class." Song Beiyun chuckled and said, "I am just an introduction, using my deviant deeds to guide public opinion storm. Finally, under coercion and temptation, the man Song Beiyun's words and actions were pushed into the abyss and doomed. What Song Beiyun supports is wrong, and what Song Beiyun opposes is what he advocates."

"Wouldn't that be an enemy of the new policy?!" Yu Sheng nailed a kitchen knife to the chopping board: "No, I want to go back. The hard work of hard work cannot make these people ruin things."

Xiao Song shook his head and smiled, "This matter cannot be solved by you and me, Yan Shu and even the officials. This is a class struggle."

"What should I do?"

"Use magic to fight magic." Song Beiyun laughed: "Long live the Chinese nation and long live the Chinese people."

Yu Sheng frowned: "Then aren't you very dangerous?"

"I'm in danger? Why am I in danger?" Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "From the beginning of our reform, we were destined to confront the entire upper class."

"But the government is also..."

Yusheng was a person who grew up studying Confucian culture, and even hesitated about this matter.

However, Song Beiyun did not blame him, because not everyone had learned about Mazbo and Mao, so they naturally had their taboos in some things.

"If a reform can make the Song Dynasty stronger, I don't think Zhao Xing does not have the courage and determination. I believe him, just like he believes in me. I am now a grasshopper on the same rope as him, and to be nice, he is in the same boat through thick and thin. He has no other choice, because he has tasted the taste of being squatting on his head by the upper nobles, and he is unwilling to let his descendants experience such things, so he hates these people more than me and supports reform more. But he cannot do it easily, because once he takes action, it means that there is a problem with the tendency of the country, and there will be someone making a fuss about it. So he can only be a decisive person." Song Beiyun said while cutting the bacon: "Then there will always be someone to do it."

"But why don't you consider yourself? What do people think of you a hundred years later, a thousand years later? The burning of books and burying scholars by Emperor First Emperor has been a layer of dirt until now."

"History will give people enough time to wake up." Song Beiyun laughed again: "Besides, the sun cannot be liked by everyone, I am nothing."

"Then do you have a way out?"

"Why do you have to think of a way out in advance? I have made up my mind to expose myself completely to the firepower of others. There is no way out in this battle." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Once I retreat, the reform will be defeated. If we cannot complete it in our lifetime, who knows what twists and turns will happen later? I am still young and at the age where I can live for the world I yearn for."

Yu Sheng sighed: "I will go back to Beijing with you after that year, so the car will not break me."

"Hahahaha, don't think of Shang Yang when you think of reform, it's different." Song Beiyun waved his hands repeatedly and said, "We are different from him, we are confident to fight against the upper class."

"What if they force the palace to be forced to do so? This is a problem that has been faced by all dynasties."

"Do you know why I'm the first thing I do is to reopen the words of various schools of thought?" Song Beiyun put the chopped bacon on the dried bamboo shoots and put them into the pot: "The differentiation began since then, and the upper class also has its own considerations."

"Confucianism... is really so unbearable?"

"How could it be? I am also from Confucianism." Song Beiyun shook his head vigorously and said, "There is a saying in the world that martial arts itself is not wrong. The wrong one is the person who practices martial arts. Whether it is Confucianism or Legalism, they are all prescriptions for governing the country, the world and the hearts of the people. Sometimes it is not right, and the right prescription can kill people."

Yusheng nodded gently: "After returning to Beijing, I will contact my fellow students."

"No." Song Beiyun shook his head: "As long as you meet anyone, you are forming a clique for personal gain. You cannot find your fault from the perspective of imperial power. The first thing we do when we go up is to set aside our posture and give up our fantasies and fuck him."

"Okay." Yusheng nodded seriously: "But you can't tell your mother that she is not young anymore, and she is afraid of worrying about it."

"I'm stupid!?"

Yusheng also laughed, and then the two of them never took this matter to heart again. They prepared carefully for an afternoon. Before the sound of firecrackers in the evening, they successfully brought a table of food to the table.

Braised lamb, roasted duck, sweet and crispy elbow, braised chestnut meat, steamed bamboo shoots and bacon and other dishes are placed there, and the color, aroma and taste are all perfect.

The adults were all fine, and the children couldn't help it first, but Goudan was a rule-abiding person. They had been walking around in front of the stage like puppies for several times, and their greedy looks were so cute.

"Don't be anxious." Song Beiyun stuffed a few pieces of sugar that had been simmered and then condensed into the mouths of two larger children: "The last dish is left."

At this time, the cards outside also stopped. Several people came here to sway around. Everyone had something stuffed in their mouths when they walked out, and it seemed that they were really hungry.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, because there was no Spring Festival Gala, it was time for the children to perform the show. The main content of the art performance was poetry recitation, which was actually average, but everyone was having fun together.

After everyone threatened the children's knowledge reserves with red envelopes, the most exciting time for fireworks performance has arrived.

Song Beiyun and his family braved the cold wind to the highest point of Chang'an City, looking at the brightly lit Chang'an.

Soon, the first book fireworks bloomed in the sky. The fireworks seemed to have opened a wonderful box. The fireworks in the whole city bloomed immediately afterwards, and every household roared, and everyone's eyes were lit.

Goudan covered the ears of the steel egg, and Tiedan screamed at the fireworks in the sky. Everyone seemed very happy. Even though they could see the scenes every year, they seemed to be unable to see enough, and they were as happy as ever.

At this moment, it was the time when the bright moon was growing on the sea and the world was as close as the neighbors, but the foreigners in the city looked a little lonely when they looked at the fireworks all over the sky.

They are always at a loss at such moments, so the few bleak places in the city are their settlements.

But soon something they didn't expect happened. Many people living in their neighbors brought their own dustpans to put the pasta they made in front of them, and warmly invited everyone they could see to spend the festival together.

Under such enthusiasm, the dim land was gradually shrouded in fireworks. After all, no matter what faith is, no matter where it is born, humans' pursuit of beauty has always been the same.

"Chang'an is a paradise... a paradise!"

The street soon became lively after the New Year's Eve dinner. Zi Shibu was a little drunk and missed her a little homesick, but her hometown was thousands of miles away, and the mountains and seas were uneven. She had to get herself drunk, and she looked a little pitiful when she walked on the street.

While admiring Chang'an, she sang songs from her hometown. As she sang, she burst into tears and showed a crazy look.

Fortunately, Chang'an has not been tired of public security even today, and there are still brigades of soldiers on duty patrolling the streets.

Suddenly, the huge fireworks set off by the government appeared outside the city. When the splendor that covered the sky and the sun suddenly dispersed, Zi Shibu, who was covered in tears, couldn't help but look up until he lost his mind.

"Every year-end, the Han people would set off firecrackers to drive away evil spirits. My mother said, there were evil beasts in ancient times, and they would go down the mountain to eat people on New Year's Eve, so old friends would use firecrackers to drive them out with crackling sounds. Later, the gunpowder firecrackers were also called firecrackers."

The little princess on the grassland sitting in the yard eating was listening to her classmates' popular science, and her face showed a sudden appearance. After all, she was celebrating the New Year here for the first time, and the noise outside made her confused.

While speaking, huge fireworks in the sky exploded, illuminating her green face. There were stars in her eyes, and her eyes looking at the sky were full of envy and hope.

"The grassland can do this one day, and it will definitely do it."

The peace and excitement of Chang'an make it hard to remember its destruction three years ago. When Chang'an just took over, it had long lost its style as a famous capital, just like a princess who was kidnapped and humiliated, with a pearl covered in dust.

But natural beauty is natural beauty. When it returns to the hands of those who cherish it, its glory will eventually bloom again, which makes people sigh that Chang'an is Chang'an after all.

Today, when the fireworks illuminate Chang'an City again, countless old people's eyes contained tears, because they vaguely saw the graceful and long-lost throbbing of Chang'an back then, which had not been revealed for many years.

"This city." Song Beiyun said to Fo Baonu with a serious face: "It is the soul of the nation."

Fo Baonu didn't say anything, but just stood on the bell tower with his hands behind his back and looked at the mountains: "How beautiful the country is, how can you bear to give up someone?"

"Stop, and you'll be quarreling again if you continue." Miaoyan smiled and picked up the child: "I'll take the child to play, and you'll make trouble again after I'm leaving."

"Go." Fo Baonu turned his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "Whoever wants to argue with him, I'll go with you."

Jin Ling'er lay on the railing: "At this time, I have to recite a poem, a talented man."

"Then I can only steal one song." Song Beiyun thought for a while: "Let me think about which song is better."
Chapter completed!