After the spring, the fireworks in Chang'an City became more intense. After mingling from the back door of the Yang Mansion and leaving the purchasing convoy, Chen Guang and his party left Chongrenfang and went to the west market.

At this time, there were many vendors under the walls of the various shops selling snacks of various colors. Looking at this scene, Li Longji looked distracted. Although this was illegal, he was not the emperor who was very strict with the people. Instead, he bought a few bags of snacks along the way and chatted with Shen Guang while eating.

Nan Jiyun and Lei Wanchun were very surprised that the friend they mentioned to their husband was actually a tall and elegant man. The most rare thing was that they stood together without any discord.

"Chen Lang, what do you think of Chang'an City?"

"City of Ten Thousand Cities."

Li Longji laughed loudly. He knew the saying of the City of Ten Thousand Cities. The capital of Daqin, which was in the west of the Han Dynasty, was once known as the City of Ten Thousand Cities. This is how the envoys of the small countries west of Dashi and Dashi called Chang'an City.

"Why did Brother Li laugh?"

"Chen Lang seemed to have grown up in the river. I heard that the Fuqin Kingdom was a descendant of the Great Qin, the western part of the Han Dynasty. The capital of the Great Qin was once known as the city of ten thousand cities. I wonder how Chang'an City compares to their capital?"

"Roma, the capital of the Qin Dynasty, is indeed the best city in the west, but compared with Chang'an City, it is far from that. The only one in the world that can be called the city of ten thousand cities is Chang'an!"

Chen Guang replied seriously with a face full of face. Chen Xuanli was no longer surprised by Li Longji. This Chen Lang was always able to flatter him seriously and just scratch the itch of the saint. This is his ability.

"It's a pity that Chen Lang doesn't go to be an official!"

"Brother Li, this is my heartfelt word. Chang'an City has millions of people. Who can support such a huge city in this world? My prosperous Tang Dynasty is far away from the former Han Dynasty."

Although Li Longji knew that Chen Guang's words were a bit over, he couldn't resist his love to listen. Besides, he felt that the territory that the Tang Dynasty actually controlled was indeed more than the former Han Dynasty. Even though Emperor Gaozong sealed more than a dozen governor's offices in Hezhong at that time, when it comes to control over the Western Regions, it is definitely not as good as the Anxi Protectorate today.

The Turks have perished. As long as Tubo is tamed, he can establish achievements that surpasses Taizong and Gaozong. Thinking of this, the elderly Li Longji became energetic again. "What Chen Lang said is that today's saints work hard to govern, and our national strength in the Tang Dynasty is indeed far superior to that of the former Han."

Chen Guang almost laughed when he saw Li Longji brag about himself, but this saint was right. The national strength of the Tang Dynasty at the end of Kaiyuan and the beginning of Tianbao, was indeed at the peak of the Tang Dynasty, but in eight years, you will be taken off by yourself.

"The saints today are indeed a great master of the generation, but they have been a little lazy in state affairs since Tianbao."

Unexpectedly, when Chen Guang heard this, she secretly sipped Chen Xuanli, who was roasting spring in Anxi, almost spit out, and Li Longji's face also became dark. Even Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but become nervous. She knew how much the saint valued Chen Lang.

"Why did Chen Lang say this?"

"Since the end of Kaiyuan, the saints have entrusted all state affairs to the prime minister, but they rarely personally inquire about the government affairs. Isn't this slackness?"

Chen Guang asked for his own face, "You must know that the Kaiyuan prosperous era was not created by Zhang Jiuling and Yao Chong, but to put it bluntly, Li Longji himself was powerful enough. Li Longji before the end of Kaiyuan was really the leader of heroes. Even if the Tianbao Tang Dynasty is now reaping the old capital of Kaiyuan, the national strength is still strong enough to make the surrounding countries despair.

"Is Chen Lang dissatisfied with Li Xiang?"

Li Longji's face was a little better. After all, Chen Lang didn't say that he was indulging in Yile, but just said that he trusted the prime minister too much.

"Brother Li, I am not dissatisfied with Li Xiang. I just think that if the saint was still as diligent in national affairs as during the Kaiyuan period, my national strength in the Tang Dynasty would probably be higher."

Chen Guang didn't say anything to stimulate Li Longji. Today's words are enough, and if you say more, it will be counterproductive.

Li Longji didn't remember how long it took for him to hear such a straightforward advice. Even though Chen Lang didn't know his identity, he was bold enough to discuss the saints today. So he said, "Wouldn't Chen Lang be afraid of being punished by the saint when he talked about the saints like this?"

"The saints today have broad minds, otherwise how could Zhang Jiuling and Yao Chong be the prime minister!"

Shen Guang flattered without a trace. Besides, Li Longji was able to accept advice humbly in his early years, and he was not considered a lie.

"Chen Lang still dares to say anything!"

Li Longji shook his head and laughed. He told the prince that Chen Lang could be the prime minister, but seeing Chen Lang's bold and blunt-speaking temperament, he really resembles Zhang Jiuling and Yao Chong and others.

"Brother Li's words are so bad. Apart from the evil words, I, the Tang Dynasty, will not be punished for my words. What's there to dare to do this?"

"Chen Lang said it well, let's go to the West Market to have a look!"

Is that what I call slackness? It must be that the ministers in the court did not take the job in a solid manner, which made Chen Lang misunderstand me!

Li Longji's unhappiness suddenly disappeared without a trace. He felt that after returning to the palace, he might have gone to court several times to inquire about state affairs so as not to slack off the ministers in the court.

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Amid the sound of the opening of the market, Chen Guang and his friends entered Xicheng. Chen Guang was familiar with leading the way and headed straight to the Huji Restaurant in Xicheng. In addition to Pingkangfang, the restaurants from Xicheng City belonged to the most from the generations of Chunmingmen to Qujiang.

The main feature of the wine-serving oracles from the river and even Persia is the beautiful oracle, who are graceful and graceful and healthy, wearing close-fitting narrow-sleeved long skirts, dancing in the street at the door of the restaurant to attract customers.

When Li Taibai was in Chang'an City two years ago, he was a regular visitor to these Hu Ji's wine shops. He wrote many poems, so he later directly drank his face and paid for the wine in many wine shops.

However, Li Taibai was Li Taibai after all. When the saint next to him gave the gold to him that day, in addition to spending a lot of money in Pingkangfang, he also paid back all the money on credit.

Chen Guang remembered that Du Fu told him after getting drunk that when Li Taibai left Chang'an, several beautiful Hu Ji brought the saved money to elope with Li Taibai. The beauty was so kind that she couldn't repay her affection. Li Taibai was so scared that she ran away in panic, and Du Fu and the others laughed at her for a long time.

"The Hu Ji looks like a flower, and she laughs at the spring breeze. She laughs at the spring breeze and dances in the silk clothes. You are not drunk now and will be back!"

Just after passing the Pingju Office, I walked to Fang Street in the west city for a short time. There were a series of silver bell-like singing voices coming from the front. The singing voice was straight and the accent of the outsider could not be heard.

Looking at the cheerful saint, Yang Yuhuan glared at Chen Guang quite angry. How could this Chen Lang really come here? This Hu Ji sang a poem written by Li Taibai.

At the front of the wine flag, at the door of a wine shop, there was a beard holding a pipa and a famous beard wearing a veil dancing on a Persian carpet, rotating like flying.

In the sun, the spring breeze is still cold, but the dancing girl is wearing a gauze, her exposed skin looks white and red due to the violent dance, and her slightly frown brow is even more pity.

Although Chen Guang had heard of the name of Hu Ji’s wine shop for a long time, he still looked back and looked at Li Longji, who seemed to be pitying in his eyes. Chen Guang glanced at Yang Yuhuan, who was calm on the edge of his eyes, but said in advance, "Brother Li, how about we go and have a glass of wine?"
Chapter completed!