Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 417 Feng Dexia

After returning to the Jiang family, Jiang Shangxian put a dog leash on Qing Yise and took the dog out for a walk.

She was going to the East Market today to try on her custom-made wedding dress. If she wasn't satisfied with anything, she could make changes. They would be leaving for Qinghe after the New Year. During the New Year period, all the shops in Chang'an were either busy or taking a break, so it would be better to pick it up before the New Year.

Qing Yi Se is often taken out for a walk by Lao Fan and his friends. Now he has grown into a half-grown puppy who has seen the world and is very calm and composed when walking on the street.

Well, this is the beautiful scene that Jiang Shangxian predicted.

In fact, this dog is so crazy that it insists on peeing in every corner to leave a mark.

Even if there is not a drop left, it will force itself to go over and lift its legs!

Xiao Jiang was led by it to take a lot of detours for no reason!

Dead dog!

As the New Year approaches, many outsiders have returned home, but many Chang'an people who are away from home have also come back sporadically, so the number of people on the streets has increased instead of decreased.

The shop that sells wedding dresses is in the East Market, which is right next to Li Xueyan's Xuanyangfang. Xiao Jiang is holding the golden thread oil cake that Li Meng gave her as a gift, ready to take it to eat with her sisters.

This is a popular snack in Chang'an City. It is sold in many places. As for the taste~

That depends on the ability of each company.

Li Meng put a lot of effort into learning this, and his work is truly exquisite. The dough is soft and smooth, with many layers and fine threads, yet not greasy. If you stretch out two fingers and lift it up, it looks like a ball of golden thread, and if you put it down, it looks like a pine cone.

It’s too pitiful to go shopping alone, so it’s better to bring your sisters along so that you can have someone to advise you.

She knew her own artistic level, and it was definitely not comparable to that of a royal family girl like Li Xueyan.

Passing by a stall selling bubble oil cakes, the fragrance went straight into people's noses, and they wished that the smell could open up their meridians. Xiao Jiang couldn't resist the temptation and forced Qing Yisese to queue up behind him.

"I wonder how the battle in Songzhou is going? The New Year is almost here. I wonder if we can't defeat these foreign bandits by then?"

Xiao Jiang did not comment on the cultural level of the people in Chang'an City, but he admired their positive attitude in discussing current political affairs.

In front of a small bubble cake stall, people were queuing up with their necks hunched, discussing the war, "tsk tsk tsk tsk."

However, it is already December, and the war started in August and September, so it has been going on for nearly five months. As the weather gets colder, the battlefield will become even more difficult. She can't help but worry about the soldiers on the front line.

I hope that Li Shimin will use her recipe so that the soldiers can have a good meal in the dead of winter when the people are reunited with their families.

"If you ask me, I'm afraid the fight won't be over so quickly this time." A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar folded his hands in his sleeves, sniffing the aroma of bubble cakes, but with a look of a master on his face.

Xiao Jiang, like the people who were listening to the excitement nearby, looked over there.

Feeling that everyone was looking at him, the middle-aged scholar felt quite complacent. He looked down upon everyone and shook his head: "Don't forget, in the eighth year of Zhenguan, Tubo had already asked to marry the princess."

"Who doesn't know this? I remember it happened in November of the eighth year of Zhenguan. It was very cold in November that year..." someone continued.

When this was said, many people nodded. People might not remember it when things were normal, but if a year was exceptionally cold or hot, or if there was a major disaster, most people would remember it.

"That's right. That time, my sheepskin coat wasn't even finished yet, and I nearly froze to death!"

This made everyone laugh. The early drop in temperature would definitely make some people who were not prepared cold.

The middle-aged scholar asked, "Do you remember that in December of the following year, Tubo sent envoys to Chang'an again to ask for the princess' hand in marriage?"

"this...."

"Really? Why don't I remember?"

"It seems that this is the case, but why do I remember that it was just an envoy sent by Tubo to pay tribute?"

The middle-aged scholar glanced at the man with disdain: "Do you know why the Tibetan bandits dared to ask for the princess of the Tang Dynasty in the eighth year of the Zhenguan period?"

Well, Xiao Jiang didn't know about this, and neither did the people around her. She and the other people who were listening to the excitement pricked up their ears, afraid of missing anything.

"In the eighth year of the Zhenguan reign, Zong Nongzan succeeded to the throne."

The middle-aged scholar lowered his voice: "Your Majesty sent Feng Dexia to comfort him~"

After saying this, the middle-aged scholar shut up, turned his head and refused to say anything more.

Jiang Shangxian was confused, but the matter was of great importance. She couldn't help but step back two places and pretend to be ordinary people and ask, "What about comfort?"

The middle-aged scholar couldn't help but get angry when he heard this: "How stupid! It was only after Feng Dexia appeased the Tubo that the Tubo sent envoys to Chang'an to ask for the princess' hand in marriage!"

hiss!

Xiao Jiang's mind was in turmoil. She had always believed the unofficial history, thinking that it was really Songtsen Gampo's dream. Unexpectedly...

Her mind was a little confused, and she suddenly lost the desire to look at the wedding dress. She took Qing Yi Se's hand and walked out of the crowd, walking quickly towards the Dali Temple.

Her knowledge of these things is too superficial, so she still has to ask her Xiao Cui!

Dali Temple

Cui Bianxu and Wang Leisheng are doing the year-end summary together.

It was almost the end of the year, and they had to submit a performance report before the New Year, and at the same time clear up any cases they could. The two of them huddled together in an office, writing furiously.

Wang Leisheng had never felt that he could write his performance report so fluently. This year he handled major and minor cases, and even invented new torture instruments. It can be said that he had gained a lot.

"Shaoqing, how about what I told you last time?" Wang Leisheng took the opportunity to talk to Cui Bianxu while grinding ink.

Cui Bianxu didn't even raise his head: "What's the matter?"

"Tsk!"

Wang Leisheng paused with the ink stick in his hand. It was truly a case of the emperor being anxious but the eunuch being anxious. "It's about Liu Qing's resignation as the Minister of the Supreme Court! Although it hasn't been made public yet, now that we know the news, it's a good opportunity for the Junior Highness to go and take a look during the New Year's Eve."

"No." Cui Bianxu refused decisively.

Wang Leisheng was furious: "Why not? Such a great opportunity, Shaoqing, it would be such a shame if you missed it!"

If his leader doesn't get promoted, when will Old Wang get promoted?!

Do you understand the principle of everyone prospering?

Cui Bianxu looked up at him and said calmly, "I will go and talk to Liu Qing and have you promoted to Dali Temple Secretary at the beginning of the year."

“This, this…”

The surprise came too suddenly, and Wang Leisheng felt a little embarrassed. He said awkwardly, "Shaoqing is too polite."

Cui Bianxu got goosebumps when he saw his face.

It's disgusting for a middle-aged strong man to behave like this!