It was another evening with a ray of rays of light and the tea party was coming to an end. Everyone gathered by the pond to cool off.

Some people recite poems and essays, while others sighed at the horizon: "The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky connect to the water. I didn't expect that the scenery of the tea shop was so intoxicating at this bleak dusk."

Min Qiuye heard that he was praising him and couldn't help but smile: "That's because Luoyang has excellent Feng Shui and unique heritage, which has created a rare four-season scenery."

Ruan Jingrong agreed very much: "It is precisely because Luoyang is so beautiful that it is like Chang'an, which is the choice of the capital that the emperor likes."

"It's said that the royal family has been moving the capital for some time." Qiuye calculated secretly and turned her eyes to look at Youmeng gently, "Princess, who do you think this thing, has the scenery that makes you linger?"

Youmeng took a sip of fragrant tea, put down the teacup gracefully, and said in contemplation: "I have been in Chang'an for fifteen years, so I am naturally more intimate with Chang'an. However, Luoyang also allowed me to appreciate the different beauty and gave me an extraordinary experience."

As she said that, she couldn't help but fall into memories. She met many people in Luoyang and many things happened, which made her unforgettable.

Qiuye continued to chat with her: "Oh? I wonder what the princess has experienced? Don't mind sharing it with us?"

"The white horse in the country is a thousand years old. In my eyes, Chang'an is more like a mature, wise, quiet and domineering man, just like my father." Youmeng raised his smile, and the sunset was reflected in his eyes, with a soft light, "Which Luoyang has a elegant aura, it is like a graceful, luxurious, gentle and beautiful woman, just like my mother."

Anyone who is interested can hear her words have a profound meaning. The emperor Ji Shun is from Chang'an, while Saki is a former descendant of Luoyang's royal family. After she compares this, the two capitals are like their parents and are deeply loved by her.

Qiuye smiled with interest and said, "The princess's metaphor is really interesting."

"Don't just listen to me, you can talk about it." Youmeng glanced at the seat with a smile, "I, a Chang'an person, can even speak some of Luoyang. Then, in your eyes, what is Chang'an like?"

After a while, during the rustling conversation, a young man said, "Chang'an adheres to the legacy of the Han and Tang Dynasties and has the demeanor of returning to the world. It is like a divine palace in the sky. It is a place that is out of reach for all living beings."

Youmeng stared at her with a smile, took her own teacup and sipped it, feeling happy.

Min Qiuye said brightly: "Two years ago, I went to Chang'an with my father. The palace in Chang'an is a unique place in the world. The imperial city is majestic and majestic, stretching for hundreds of miles. The palace towers up and into the sky, making people feel a sense of pride of being excited and wanting to climb to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon."

Youmeng smiled but didn't say anything. At this time, another young man deliberately made a frown expression and became sad: "Princess, I haven't been to Chang'an before. I'm not as affectionate as Brother Min, I'm afraid I can't say it well and make you laugh."

Youmeng smiled gracefully: "It doesn't matter if you haven't been there. You should have heard of it in others' mouths and read it in poetry, right?"

He swept his sad face and said, "I heard that Chang'an is three times larger than Luoyang, and the city is extremely prosperous. Wei Qu'er-wool flowers, Qujiang Pavilion, the streets are filled with fragrant cars and BMWs, countless strange treasures and brocades. The bright moon shines on thousands of homes, the lights are brilliant, and they will never die all night."

Youmeng waved the fan comfortably: "That's true, in the word "broadness", looking at the world, Luoyang is probably the only one who can compete with Chang'an."

"The palace is opened in the nine heavens, and the nations are dressed and worshipped by the crowns." Jing Rong quoted a poem by Wang Wei, with a solemn expression, "This magnificent city is worthy of being the first imperial capital in the ages. I think everyone in the world respects it and yearns for it."

Youmeng nodded, and just as everyone praised Chang'an's prosperity and wealth, there was only a clear voice that expressed a different feeling:

"The name of Chang'an means "long-term peace and stability". It is an incarnation of these four worlds. It must have seen thousands of vicissitudes and wasted times. It is like a wonderful but long story that seems to be endless."

Youmeng turned her gaze curiously and saw Li Feng looking into the distance, no one looked at it. In fact, she ordered the noble family in Luoyang to answer this question. He could not participate, just listen quietly, but he was inspired.

"The eternal thing of Chang'an, but it is not just a city." His eyes were a little lonely, bathed in a glimmer of light, and he said clearly, "In my opinion, Chang'an is still a vow, which is to stay with the one he loves for years and embrace each other for a lifetime."

In other people's eyes, a city is a dream in his heart.

At that moment, Youmeng's heart trembled slightly.

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The night was as bright as ink, and the cicadas were singing and clear, and the silver-jewelled carriage was parked outside the door of Yunshui Yaju.

Li Feng stood under the car, looked at the woman in front of him, thought for a while, and finally said, "Isn't you really... not going in and sitting?"
Chapter completed!