"I remember the most in the Jiangnan region. I found the osmanthus in the moonlight in the mountain temple, and saw the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion. When will I visit again?"

Yuan Xiannian stood on the Yayuan Building of the Ministry of Rites, holding the railings, looking at the rows of houses in front of him, and chanting loudly.

Shangguan Yun, the Minister of Rites of the Tang Dynasty, looked at Yuan Xiannian's back, and said in disdain, "I am in Jiangbei and I know the memories of the Jiangnan of Bai Letian of the Tang Dynasty?"

Yuan Xiannian smiled, "Bai Letian is famous for Juyi. The story of the great and difficult living in Chang'an was passed down from generation to generation. Nowadays, children in Chang'an can recite Bai Letian's poems. However, Brother Shangguan, his ancestors lived in Chang'an for a hundred years, have they ever been to Chang'an to pay homage to their ancestors?"

Shangguan Yun's face was blushing and did not dare to retaliate because worshiping ancestors was indeed a big deal. As a descendant, he could not worship his ancestors. Who would have any face to compete for his strengths?

Almost all the nobles of the Tang Dynasty came from Chang'an and followed the emperor. For a hundred years, they had no chance to go to Jiangbei to worship their ancestors. Every year they paid tribute to the riverside across the river, and they felt the most uncomfortable.

Yuan Xiannian didn't want to force people too much, and smiled and said, "If you have the chance, when you return to the court this time, Lord Bai can leave one or two juniors and follow me to Jiangbei."

"I thanked Lord Yuan like this."

"You're welcome, you're just a little effort."

"Please please, Lord Yuan, our Majesty holds a banquet in the palace and specially invites the envoy."

The ceremony of the Southern Tang Dynasty to welcome the visit of the envoys of the Daqi Dynasty was very grand, and it was sought that the Daqi could not find an excuse to attack the Tang Dynasty.

Although the ministers of the Tang State repeatedly told the emperor that the Great Qi was strong outside and the middle, the hundreds of years of pressure still made the Emperor of Tang State develop phobia and could not easily correct it.

Yuan Xiannian just paid some silk horses. Emperor Yuhui of Tang waved his hand and gave it back gold, pearls and jade treasures, but even gave it a gold seal and purple ribbon.

The palace of the Tang Dynasty was built with great beauty, with carved beams and painted roads, and four eaves flying upwards, far better than Daqi.

The hall was already full of people. Yuan Xiannian came forward to worship and saw Emperor Yuhui of Tang, wearing a dragon robe, wearing a long-winged gauze hat, sitting upright on the dragon chaise, and six palace maids on both sides of the house were fanned.

Emperor Yuhui was in his forties, with good looks and long beards and beautiful beards.

Accompanied by the melodious music, several dancers danced gracefully between the tables, and the crowd flew to drink and drink endlessly.

Yuan Xiannian was surrounded by Shangguan Yun, who introduced him one by one, and there were princes near the dragon throne.

Yuan Xiannian drank three goblets first and then smiled: "The Tang Dynasty is prosperous and prosperous."

The Great Qi is different. The princes born to the emperor are wrong, and they are also strictly guarding them.

After all, a prince Fufeng was born, which made the later emperors feel a little frustrated. If he had not committed suicide, the palace transformation would have been successful.

Shangguan Yun nodded with a smile. Emperor Tang was born, and he was also a skill in this era, and he was a great skill in being a king.

Yuan Xiannian stopped talking and focused on watching the Tang Dynasty dance music in the middle of the dance floor. The wine in Jiangnan was soft and soft. Although he was drinking happily on the mat, he only added two blush to his face, and there was no obvious change.

The singing and dancing of the Tang Dynasty were indeed unusual, and Yuan Xiannian nodded frequently.

Suddenly, the music in the hall stopped, and a flute sounded like a bird singing in the valley, and Shangguan Yun smiled and said, "It was His Highness Fu's personal flute playing."

Yuan Xiannian was shocked because the sound of the flute was so high that he had never heard of in his life. It was hard to imagine that this was not the work of a professional musician, but a prince...

When the flute sounds gradually faded and disappeared, and then a string of clear sounds sounded, like pearls falling and jade splashing.

I saw a woman holding a pipa on the music mat, gently wiping her bare hands, using a silk string like a jade-like round finger, and a water-like note flowing under her finger.

The sound of the pipa is like a clear spring. Yuan Xiannian temporarily forgot to be in a foreign land, and his mind is attracted by the dance music in front of him.

Amid the sound of the pipa, a maki wearing a cloud bun and a gauze came forward, and her sleeves raised her waist and bent back like a willow branch. The long sleeves were circling and dancing on the top of the hall like a light geese.

Emperor Yuhui, who was in the upper head, felt a gleam on his face and asked with a smile: "Qi Envoy thinks, how about me, a palace dancer?"

Yuan Xian bowed lightly and smiled and said, "It's really good!"

Emperor Yuhui laughed and stroked his beard, feeling at ease, "Does the northerners sing and dance like this?"

"We in Daqi can only stop the tent and slap the rough soldiers and men dance, and they cannot enter a very elegant hall."

The Tang ministers in the hall all glared at him. Emperor Yuhui wanted to show off, but he was displeased. He just stopped talking and watched the dance silently. After a while, he was attracted by the singing and dancing, and gently patted his hands to echo.

Yuan Xiannian thought in his heart that although Emperor Yuhui was not a wise monarch, he had the elegance and demeanor of tolerant people, which was not comparable to Emperor Gengyuan.

The Tang Dynasty was indeed a dynasty that was entertained until death. The king and his ministers drank to the end and went down to the dance floor together, holding hands and dancing.

Although Yuan Xiannian had long heard of the customs of the Tang Dynasty, he was still a little stunned when he saw Emperor Yuhui holding Prime Minister Han Xiyan and his uncle Yang Ting dancing there.

Soon, a prince from the Tang Dynasty came to the hall to recite poems. It was really a perfect expression, more than just seven steps to become poems.

The tune is ups and downs, sometimes high and sometimes light and quiet.

These royal families are full of talent. It can be said that except for the lack of being good at governing the country, the other experts are proficient rather than a little understanding, which opened Yuan Xiannian's eyes.

Is this the Tang Dynasty...

Apart from a river, the same clan and the same origin, it has produced completely different court monarchs and ministers, and completely different Tongting clan members.

Jiangnan is still too comfortable. Yuan Xiannian suddenly felt confident about what Chen Shou arranged.

It was easy for a Tang Dynasty to bribe several officials to purchase grain. Maybe someone had done this secretly.

Emperor Yuhui was in a good mood and had long forgotten the purpose of drinking today and put Yuan Xiannian behind his mind.

He loudly ordered to have fun with the people, and ordered the palace servants to remove the wine and food, hold a banquet outside the palace, and allow the people of Hangzhou to taste the leftover wine in the hall.

Although it was leftover wine, many of them had never touched it. The people of Hangzhou were rushing to come forward to taste it. It was not that they were so poor that they couldn't eat, but that they were proud of the same wine and food as the emperor had eaten, and wanted to gain some luxury.

Yuan Xiannian sighed and looked at the laughing hall, everyone laughed happily.

The fate of the Southern Tang Dynasty is good... Jiangnan, Huguang, Jingxiang, Sichuan and Shu are all homes of fish and rice, with countless fertile fields and good weather. There are also large ships left by their ancestors to go to barbarian lands in all directions, making a fortune, and there are no foreign races in the south that can be defeated, otherwise the mountains, rivers, seas and rivers are natural barriers, so they are not afraid of foreign races invasion.

On the other hand, Daqi has internal and external troubles, especially this year, which is even more troublesome.
Chapter completed!