Tibet

Chapter 392 Looking Back
Li Ye sat down cross-legged, a maid brought him a bowl of bird's nest porridge, and a pot of soup beside it, the little maid pursed her lips and said with a smile: "This soup is not that soup, don't drink it by mistake."

On the opposite side of the screen, Yang Yuhuan' poof! Laughing out loud, she pretended to be angry and said, "A Bao, stop making fun of General Li."

Li Ye chuckled, washed his hands, dried them with a towel, and said with a smile, "But I'm really thirsty!"

The little maid waved her hand, and another court lady quickly brought a cup of tea.

Li Ye was not polite either, he picked up the tea and drank it down in one gulp, and also drank the bird's nest porridge in two or three gulps.

At this time, Yang Yuhuan said calmly: "I read the general's poems two days ago, and I wrote them very well. I thought the general's martial arts were superb, but I didn't expect that his literary talent was also extremely brilliant. I want to ask the general for another poem. General Can you agree?"

Li Ye scratched his head and said: "Returning to your mother, I am not a poet after all, and I can't write it at any time. I just scribble a poem or two when I feel something in my heart. If the empress does not think that I am vulgar, I will write a poem written at this time last year. The first long and short sentences are dedicated to the empress."

Yang Yuhuan smiled slightly and said: "No one can write poems anytime and anywhere, otherwise Cao Zijian would not be so famous for his seven-step poem. No matter how talented a poet is, it takes several months of brewing and revision to write a good poem. Guoqian, I am looking forward to the general's long and short sentences, A Bao, give me the pen and ink."

The little court lady brought pen, ink and paper. At this time, Li Ye had completely thought about it. If he changed history, then history would enter another parallel time and space. Perhaps there would be no more Li He, Lu You, Xin Qiji and others will not even have the Song Dynasty.

Just like Padmasambhava explained to him, the root of the big tree has not changed, but another side branch has grown into the main trunk.

That being the case, why should he care who wrote the poem? If he didn't even have this kind of thick and dark forbearance, what big things would he want to do?
Li Ye spread out the paper and wrote down the famous "Sapphire Case. Yuan Xi"

The east wind puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain.BMW carving cars are fragrant all over the road, the sound of phoenix flute is moving, the light of jade pot is turning, and fish and dragons dance all night.

The moth's snow willow is golden, and the laughter is gone. The crowd searched for him and looked back, but the man was there, in a dim light.

Li Ye had already left, and Yang Yuhuan was still in a long silence. She gently stroked the rough handwriting with her slender fingers, and read the "Sapphire Case. Yuan Xi" over and over again, which shocked her and fascinated her ".

She seems to have returned to the Shangyuan night of her girlhood. Dongfeng night puts flowers and trees, blows down, and stars are like rain. Isn't Luoyang's Shangyuan night like this?
There is also the young flute player who once made her heart flutter, Moer Xueliu has golden strands, and her laughter is full of fragrance. Is this writing about herself?
'The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place. '

Yang Yuhuan chanted in a low voice, over and over again, unknowingly, tears flowed all over her crystal cheeks. For a moment, she was so emotional that she couldn't restrain herself.

Li Ye silently left the inner palace and came to Gao Lishi's official room to retrieve his belongings.

Gao Lishi also saw that the empress liked this young general very much, and he also understood the pain in the empress's heart. The emperor found an excuse to visit the ancestral temple and went to Taiji Palace. He knew what to do in Taiji Palace. In fact, the imperial concubine also knew it. But she could only silently endure the harm brought to her by her own sister.

Gao Lishi is full of sympathy for the imperial concubine, but he can't help it. The Holy Majesty can only find the feeling of a man with Mrs. Guo Guo. How can the Holy Majesty quit? It's over.

Gao Lishi could only remain silent, seeing through everything, but pretending not to know everything.

"Gao Weng, I'm leaving!"

Gao Lishi nodded, "When I leave, let me send you a few words!"

Li Ye stood silently, and Gao Lishi said slowly: "The first sentence, don't go away for a few years and never come back, it's better to come back every year, report to the emperor, communicate more, and avoid the emperor's unreasonable suspicion. I also know that the road is long , but as long as you don't ride a camel, the journey won't take much time. Gao Xianzhi can come back every year, and you should be able to do it too.

The second sentence, you should always present some novelty gifts to the imperial concubine, An Lushan did this, but the imperial concubine will definitely like what you give, as long as the imperial concubine is happy, she will keep you safe nothing. "

Li Ye saluted deeply, "The teachings of the elders will be remembered by the younger generation!"

When Li Ye returned to the mansion, he asked Xiaohong to find the kitchen to boil a few large barrels of hot water. He lay down in a large bath tub from the Tang Dynasty. In fact, it was similar to the bath tubs of later generations.

Li Ye took a quick shower, changed into light, soft and clean underwear, and put on a long cotton gown.

Before the popularization of cotton at the end of the Song Dynasty, people in the Tang Dynasty were also good at keeping out the cold, and made leather jackets directly from sheepskin, deerskin and other animal skins. The winter welfare of officials included the item of "mian". Mian refers to kapok, used for The effect of stuffing bedding and clothes is much better than the cotton behind, but it is rare and expensive. The rich and powerful can also use cashmere, rabbit down, duck down and other animal down as fillings.

For the rich and noble families, there is no need to worry about winter at all. The poor ones can only put on one piece of cloth shirt, and seven or eight pieces can keep out the cold. The bedding is either linen or feathers. The poorer people, That is, it can only be filled with hay.

Therefore, in the Song and Ming Dynasties, the large amount of cotton planted and the low price were actually the gospel of ordinary people, and had little to do with the rich and powerful.

Li Ye walked to the yard, but unexpectedly found Xiao Hong sitting there crying, Li Ye patted her on the head and smiled, "What are you crying for?"

Xiao Hong pouted and said, "Master is gone, my good life will be gone."

Li Ye laughed, "If you want to continue living a good life, follow me to Suiye!"

Xiaohong lowered her head and whispered: "Unless the young master accepts me as a concubine in the future, you will go with you!"

Li Ye's eyes widened. At such a young age, he still has a lot of thoughts.

"I remembered, you better not go to Suiye! It is very likely that you will encounter Sogdian human traffickers, who only rob Han women and sell them to the farthest Dashi, and you will never see your parents in your life."

Xiao Hong's eyes showed fear, "Really?"

Li Ye nodded, "Of course I won't lie to you, there are very few Han women over there, that's why."

Xiao Hong muttered in a low voice, "Then I'd rather not go."

Li Ye smiled, "I'll tell Madam, let you take care of Aunt Mu, and Aunt Mu will recite scriptures all day long, and you will be free."

"That's fine, I will continue to serve you when you come back."

At this time, a young lady ran over and said, "Madam said, the young master will come over after taking a shower."

Li Ye came quickly to the back hall, Pei Sanniang was keeping accounts, when she saw her son coming in, she stopped writing and said, "It's going to be the Lantern Festival soon, don't you ask Suzaku to come out to enjoy the lanterns?"

Li Ye nodded, "She left me a note, I will go find her on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month."

Pei Sanniang was silent for a moment and said, "Mother is most concerned about when will you come back?"

"Maybe next spring!" Li Ye remembered Gao Lishi's parting words.

Pei Sanniang said pleasantly, "Can you come back next spring?"

"I should be back next year, but I can't be sure it will be spring. I will write to my mother in advance."

"Not only write to me, but also often to Miss Suzaku. When you come back next year, I will handle the marriage for you."

Li Ye nodded and said with a smile: "Actually, mother, can you be more flexible and let father marry a concubine?"

"There are no doors!"

Pei Sanniang sternly refused.

She stared suddenly, "Is it because your father raised another housewife outside and asked you to intercede for him?"

Li Ye waved his hands in fright, "No! No! There is absolutely no such thing!"

Pei Sanniang grabbed her son's ear, quickly and accurately, raised her eyebrows and shouted at him: "I can control your father, but you heard clearly, the wife you want to marry is a girl from the Dugu family, how dare you marry me?" Bring back a barbarian's wife, it would be strange if she didn't skin you!"

(End of this chapter)