In April of the third year of Hongwu.
It has been more than half a month since Luan drove west. The motorcade set off from Yingtian Mansion, passed through Luoyang, and passed through Hangu. The road was filled with yellow dust. Nineteen-year-old Zhu Xi opened the car curtain and looked at the increasingly desolate scenery along the way, frowning more and more.
He is the second son of the current emperor Zhu Yuanzhang. He was canonized as King of Qin just at the beginning of the year. His fiefdom is in Xi'an - the former Chang'an, the ancient capital of Zhou, Qin, Han and Tang Dynasty, a place of great beauty in the world. In the edict, his father Yin Yin said: "The people in Guan Nei have been extremely tired since the end of the Yuan Dynasty. You go to town and appease them." Before leaving, the eldest brother, Prince Zhu Biao, held his hand and said: "Second brother, Xi'an is the key to the west. My father has placed high hopes on us. Don't let it down."
Zhu Xi was in high spirits at that time. He has practiced martial arts and studied since he was a child, and believes that his talents are as good as any of his brothers. The feudal town is an opportunity to display his ambitions. Along the way west, he imagined the scene of Chang'an countless times: the majestic palaces, bustling markets, and the grand scene of eight rivers surrounding Chang'an, even if it is not as good as the Han and Tang Dynasties, it should still be like the atmosphere of the northwest lords.
However, the further west he went, the more his heart sank.
Reader comments
It's quite beautiful, the smell of fireworks of human love
It's quite beautiful, the smell of fireworks of human love
Very familiar style, well written