The Longest Day in Chang’an

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From Zhiyefang to Xingqing Palace, it was the most congested section of Chang'an City at this time, and Wuben, Pingkang, Chongren, and Dongshi along the way were all brightly lit. The Taishang Xuanyuan headlight tower in front of Xingqing Palace stands tall this year, which is more eye-catching than the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, which makes people's curiosity unstoppable. If you look down on Chang'an, you can see the square in front of Xingqing Palace is like a huge pond, which is attracting the flow of people throughout the city, like Wanchuan returning to the sea.

In order to alleviate the pressure on the flow of people, all the squares opened square doors and main streets one after another, allowing tourists to pass through. But even so, traffic conditions are not optimistic.

Especially after a while, the heat on the street did not retreat, but became more and more high. The noise of drum music is endless, and the powdery fragrance of incense sticks permeates the surroundings. This ubiquitous stimulus merged into an invisible Shangyuan big hand, devouring the lamp-watchers and turning them into a part of the atmosphere. These people were both excited and confused, as if they were blind, following the flow of people, dancing with the dance, and even flying a ribbon in the air, it would cause a burst of exclamation.

Zhang Xiaojing's riding is brilliant, and the horse is also a good horse, but it is useless in this occasion. Even if it detours from the south, the flow of people everywhere is moving towards this side, and there is no feasible path at all. Zhang Xiaojing rushed forward a few steps, and soon discovered that according to this blocking method, I am afraid that one hour cannot be moved.

This hour is for Zhang Xiaojing-no, it is too extravagant for Chang'an City.

Zhang Xiaojing simply jumped off the horse and searched with one eye to see if there were other ways to get there quickly. Unfortunately, he was disappointed. From here to the main road to Xingqing Palace, there were all crowds, not to mention mules, not even mice. He looked again at the nearby square wall. The wall of the square is about two feet thick, and it can barely leave. It's a pity that even now it is full of people, sitting or standing, like a row of high and low spines.

Zhang Xiaojing swept through a few laps and couldn't find any quick way. If you walk on foot, at least half an hour. At this time, a high-pitched and crisp female voice came from a distance, like a whip whip, and suddenly all the sound was overshadowed. The female voice just fell, and the applause and applause of thousands of people turned into layers of waves, which came turbulently, and even the light of the candle light on the street side shook.

Zhang Xiaojing looked up and found that the two teams pulling lights were fighting on the street again. A car was modified into a tiger shape, and even the horses were covered with tiger quilts, and the middle of the car was raised like a tiger arched back. The three big men stood on the backs of the tigers, each holding a set of military drums, and at a glance they knew that it was "Qin Wang's Broken Dance". But the three of them were down at this time, obviously defeated.

And the winner across from them was a Fengwei high car. The rear of the car glued more than a thousand colored bird feathers into a fan shape, and placed it as the tail of a phoenix, looking like a bird of phoenix. A tall pole is erected in the middle, the pole is wrapped with colored silk, and there is a narrow platform on it. A female singer is dressed in a neon dress, standing on top, peerless and independent. The melodious song that shook the sky just now came from her mouth.

Countless people around shouted in unison: "Xu Hezi! Xu Hezi!" This is the name of the singer, cheering for a long time. The lamp-pulling fighting technique pays attention to the crowd with the highest voice. This Xu Hezi can lead everyone to cheer with his singing voice, which shows that the other party is really defeated.

Xu Hezi won the battle, holding a finger of the sparrow fan and pointing at Xingqing Palace, which meant that he was going to win the candle tonight. This advance declaration of victory made the people more excited. Xu Hezi's face was ashamed, and he came down from the platform and got into the carriage to rest. She won't be on stage until she meets the next lamp puller.

The carriage moved slowly, and many fans surrounded the Fengwei car, shouted names, and drove forward with the car. Their conviction is very firm, and they must applaud themselves to help the goddess win the title of No. 1 in the Yuan Dynasty.

One of the craziest followers, looking at dressing up as a noble boy, was now crooked, his chest ripped open, and he was drunk with a hand in the car, ready to throw the sachet. Suddenly he saw a one-eyed man also squeezed over and was about to scold, but he didn't prevent the man from cruelly giving him an elbow, and your son was lying on the ground in pain.

The man took a knife from his waist, stepped on his back with one foot, jumped lightly, and jumped into the Fengwei car.

The compartment of the Fengwei car is specially made, and there are no gaps around it. There is no need to worry about crazy fans rushing in. But this man didn't look at the carriage. He came to the car a few steps, and put a knife on the driver's neck.

"Go straight ahead, don't stop in the middle." Zhang Xiaojing said with a squeeze. The driver was terrified, and he stuttered that this was Mrs. Xu's lamp puller. What should I do if there was a challenge halfway? The rules of fighting skills, as long as the two vehicles meet on the street, there must be a battle. The winner goes straight, the loser detours.

Zhang Xiaojing put a little force on the blade and repeated it: "Go straight ahead, don't stop in the middle."

The driver didn't know why, but the threat of being close to the blade was real. He had to shake the reins to speed up the horse. Fans around the world have accelerated their pace, shouting the name "Xu Hezi", and the people around them have taken the initiative to make way.

Zhang Xiaojing's move seems crazy, but there is really no way. The road is too congested, and the only thing that can pass smoothly is the lamp puller. Everyone must watch their fighting skills, no one will stand in front of it, and even fanatic fans will clear the road ahead.

He had no other choice but to hijack Xu Hezi's car in full view.

As the people in front of them spread out, the speed of this phoenix car gradually increased, and the fans were a bit behind. It quickly passed through the two junctions of Wuben Kaihua and Pingkang Chongren, and faced the east market.

At this time, there was a drum sound on the right side of it. A western-style spring pot car was killed between Dongshi and Xuanyangfang, followed by a large number of fans. The drums on the roof of the spring pot roared, and a snake waist Hu Ji climbed up to the front of the car, posing in a voluptuous pose-this is a challenge to the Fengwei car.

When all the people were full of anticipation of a shocking matchup, the front of the Fengwei car fell off and drove towards the north side of the east city, ignoring the challenge of the spring pot car.

This is a great insult. The fans of the spring pot car yelled out loudly. At this time, the fans of Fengwei hurried over and saw that their goddess was scolded, and they immediately scolded, scolding and cursing both sides, and the junction became a battlefield.

The Fengwei car did not mean to slow down at all, as long as it bypassed the East Market, it was Xingqing Palace. At this time the carriage opened from the inside, and a wife pointed her head out.

It turned out that the drums of the challenge were heard in the carriage, but the carriage never stopped. The wife who took care of Xu Hezi came out and asked what was going on. She saw a ferocious one-eyed dragon next to the driver, and immediately screamed: "What a curse! What a curse! The obsessed goods are coming!"

Every year at the Lantern Festival in the Yuan Dynasty, there are a few fans who are obsessed with it and do extraordinary things: those who make their own wishes, those who hold knives for joy, those who follow the day and night, those who steal clothes, all are called "" Obsessed with goods ". When the wife saw Zhang Xiaojing forcibly get in the car, he also regarded him as a scumbag.

Zhang Xiaojing turned his head and shook the nameplate to the woman: "Jingan Division is working, temporarily recruiting this car." When the woman heard that she was a man in the government, she refused to sit back: "Xu Niangzi cast Qian Guan, you just open your mouth. Requisitioning, delaying the event of pulling out the lamp, who pays? "

Zhang Xiaojing was too lazy to chatter with her, chopping a knife on the car frame next to his wife's head, even cutting off half of the hairpins on her hair bun. The mother-in-law took a step backwards, scared, and fell back into the car with a gurgle. Through the open door, Zhang Xiaojing saw a woman with a round face sitting inside, holding a bowl of throat and pear soup, her face was calm, and the piece of neon dress was sitting on the small rack beside.

"Mom, if the military master is recruited, he will listen to him." Xu Hezi said calmly, without any anger. Zhang Xiaojing said with a grin: "The girl was delayed in pulling out the lamp, but she had something else to do next.

"Is it bigger than pulling the lamp?" Xu Hezi asked curiously. Her voice is very weak, probably protecting her throat deliberately.

"Farewell!"

Xu Hezi smiled and said, "That's good, I just stole a lazy." After he picked up the soup bowl, he took a sip. Her behavior at this time was calm and peaceful, completely without the aggressive and aggressive momentum on the high platform.