Twenty-one years of Tang Dynasty civilization.

The tenth day of September.

The much-anticipated Thousand Autumn Festival has finally arrived.

When I first entered Yin, the sky was still dark, but the Daming Palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Looking from a distance, the continuous brilliance drove away the darkness and created a bright space.

Officials from the Tang Dynasty and envoys from various countries were waiting in front of the Danfeng Gate in the middle.

Taoist priests from Zhenwu Temple and monks from Daci'en Temple gathered at Wangxian Gate on the left.

If the people of Chang'an want to come to watch the ceremony, they are arranged to enter through the Jianfu Gate on the right.

Just the sheer number of people creates a lively and festive atmosphere.

On this day of celebration, the imperial guards will not impose strict restrictions, but the officials of Honglu Temple will not be able to watch over them.

There are whispers in the crowd, and those who do not follow the etiquette will not be scolded as long as it is not excessive.

In such a relaxed atmosphere, everyone was very happy to communicate, and most of their emotions were filled with expectation and joy.

Including the Food Mission.

Because the leaders have become Pushmi and Leonti.

One was the provincial governor of Dashi, and the other was a scholar from Byzantium. They were indeed the real members of the envoy. Now they hurriedly and slowly arrived in Chang'an, identified the authenticity, and took over their positions.

Of course, the matter of the real and fake envoys came out, and the dancer who rehearsed the opera died in palace confinement. The spread of these sensitive news made the envoys from various countries look a little strange.

Although the two world powers have not officially declared war, the atmosphere of hostility is already very obvious. The small countries that surrendered to the power of the Tang Dynasty shared the same hatred and even sharpened their swords. The small countries in the Middle East did not dare to offend the Tang Dynasty and could only stay away from it.

If the position where we were standing had not been properly arranged and could not be changed at will, I am afraid that there would be a clear area around the Dashi envoys.

Pushmi and Leonti felt targeted, but were secretly amused.

They were in the Tang Dynasty, or their original position was not very clear, but after this mission, they were unwavering, and they wished that the gap between the two countries' diplomatic voices would be as wide as possible.

The only thing worth worrying about now is that General Abu has gone somewhere.

He was an absolutely loyal minister of Dashi, and he used it to catch traitors every time he went on an envoy trip.

If a bigger conspiracy hadn't been discovered later, the two sides would have fought to the death.

Even so, the disappearance of General Abu still made them a little worried. This guy would not die down.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a noise in front of me, and the Danfeng Gate had opened.

Suddenly, the sight suddenly opened up, and the majestic and huge building complex was like a palace in the sky, extending infinitely in the light.

Viewed from a distance, the Daming Palace is already quite spectacular. Now that we have officially entered the palace, the feeling of insignificance spreads from the bottom of our hearts.

The whispers suddenly fell down, and a solemn and solemn feeling suddenly arose.

"OK!"

Following the loud voice, the officials responsible for guidance led the way, and a group of envoys wearing costumes from various countries followed obediently.

After a short journey, everyone arrived at the corridor side hall of Xuanhui Hall.

Unlike ordinary palaces, which are deep, wide and square, Xuanhui Palace is a specially built cloister-style building complex.

There is an open main hall directly in front, with corridors on both sides connected, enclosing an open square in the middle. The four verandas can look directly into the center, and a high platform has been specially erected there.

Officials and envoys entered the main hall, while their families and common people went to sit in the verandas on the left and right, ensuring that all parties could see the performance on the high platform. This was true enjoyment with the people.

This kind of design was a change that was gradually improved after Li Hong ascended the throne. The saint who was once in poor health always cared about the people and treated his servants kindly.

As an emperor, simplicity is a virtue, but it is definitely not at the forefront. As long as you conquer according to your ability, rest with the people, and don't start wars rashly, the rise and fall of the world will not be subversive due to the increase or decrease of one family's expenses.

The change.

The key is to do all these things to show the style of the country.

Even if the envoys from various countries had heard about it before, they all expressed admiration after hearing it a thousand times and seeing it once.

Even if you don't watch the show or listen to the music, just being present is a rare experience.

Of course, for envoys, no matter how magnificent the building is, they can only appreciate it. What is more noteworthy is the Beiya Royal Forest Army, which is lined with soldiers.

They were the absolute elite of the Tang Dynasty, and they were not hidden in deep palaces for a long time. They were selected and trained by the elites of various armies, and the best of them were sent out to the frontiers to make achievements.

In this way, the border generals also had the honor of being disciples of the emperor, which not only facilitated the Tang emperor's control over the army, but was also a by-product of the reform of the military system.

Therefore, the mediocre Imperial Guards now may be the generals who will roam the battlefield in the future. The envoys cannot usually see them, so they are most concerned about them at this time.

It's just that it's not bright yet, and the two sides are far apart, so it's hard to see clearly, but the sound of beasts can be heard faintly.

"The Zoo is open!"

Everyone's attention turned.

Just as the nobles of the Tang Dynasty liked to raise lynx and falcons, the stables of saints were also places to show their majesty.

And every festival is the time for these beasts, which are carefully taken care of on weekdays, to come out and show their faces.

Birds include eagles and harriers, and animals include tigers and leopards. They are all considered ordinary. The one with the most visual impact is the elephant.

"The divine elephant is powerful, and I, the Buddha, will protect you!"

When the majestic outline gradually approached under the guidance of the animal tamer, the Buddhist worshipers among the envoys even prostrated themselves and recited Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures.

These elephants were tribute from Tianzhu and were specially tamed to serve as the guardian beasts of Buddhism.

When we first arrived in the Tang Dynasty, many Buddhist patterns were painted on elephant skins and ivory, hoping that this would help the Tang emperor understand Buddhism.

In the end, the elephant believed it.

At least that's what the trainer said.

In any case, these ferocious beasts stayed and became the most eye-catching mounts, obeying the holy driver, with eagles spreading their wings, tigers and leopards lying in wait, each roaring. Such style is just a foreplay.

"So prosperous and majestic!"

At this moment, I don't know how many envoys felt a sincere feeling of awe. Such awe both internally and externally was the true meaning of the coming of all nations to the DPRK, rather than the superficial form.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The whispers started again, but this time they turned to personal force.

"The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty was ill when he was young. Later, he received the magical skills taught by Zhenwu Sage, and he is now healthy..."

"More than Kang Jian, you have never seen Emperor Tang, who is like a god, immortal and immortal..."

"We'll see it soon, it's really exciting!"

Pu Ximi was equally relaxed and fascinated.

He thought of the Zhenwu Sect in Dashi.

That new sect that is still stubbornly taking root despite the encirclement and suppression of Christianity and Islam.

I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it. Compared with the rumored miracles, here are real examples.

This Emperor of the Tang Dynasty used to be a sick man and died young. Later, he practiced the magical skills taught by Zhenwu and recovered from his illness and even lost his appearance. This is a fact that everyone in the Tang Dynasty knows, and it is also the most enviable divine grace.

Therefore, Pu Ximi understood very well why the Tang Emperor became obsessed with Taoism.

As the emperor of this great empire, his mortal power has reached its peak, and his next goal is naturally to become an immortal god!

"Look, is that Mr. Yang?"

Just as he was thinking about ascension, Leonti's solemn reminder came over.

Pu Ximi followed his line of sight and looked at where the Tang Dynasty officials were, and suddenly his eyes froze.

He saw Yang Zaiwei.

He changed his clothes, no longer looked like a monk, but looked like an attendant, standing behind a Tang Dynasty official.

That's not an ordinary official, but a prime minister wearing a purple robe and being very resourceful!

Yang Zaiwei was so keen that he noticed the gaze immediately and even judged that they were the two fellow travelers of the original Dashi envoy. However, he did not turn around to signal, but calmly waited for the official start of the Thousand Autumn Festival.

However, the purple-robed officer slowly turned his head and whispered: "Your people?"

Yang Zaiwei said calmly: "With such keenness, it can be seen that you are in a high position and have not lost your martial arts skills. It is rare."

Jia Sibo smiled: "Practice martial arts is also to strengthen the body. I was paranoid in my early years. Now that I am older, I should cultivate my moral character."

Yang Zaiwei was silent.

Jia Sibo's smile turned bitter: "Brother Wei, why do you do this? You are my savior. Without the rescue back then, I would still be a living dead being tortured by Weishi Jin, and I might have died long ago!"

Yang Zaiwei's expression remained cold.

Jia Sibo said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, as the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty, there are some things that I will never allow."

Yang Zaiwei nodded.

"In this eternal drama, you sing and I appear on stage, each with his own plans!"

Still remembering that day, he and Xiao Hei had just met "Yuan Tiangang" and left the Sanqing Palace in the imperial city. They made their own judgment: "The harvest of this trip has confirmed the success of Lan Masanti's side."

There is a conspiracy, but 'Yuan Tiangang' is not an ally. His purpose is to use our hands to eliminate the Yuan clan. Once the flaw is eliminated, there will be no worries!"

Xiao Hei was quite curious: "Who is this person pretending to be Yuan Tiangang?"
To be continued...