Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Men think differently from women. The first thing Jiang Shangxian thought of was the age difference between the two, while Cui Bianxu first considered their family background and status.

From ancient times to the present, most of the time and objects in human society around the world can be summarized by a modern word - competing with one's dad.

The origin, power, background and wealth of the parents determine the origin, power, background and wealth of their children.

Why is it that whenever times of turmoil or a change of imperial power occur, some people will risk their lives to fight? Because this was the prevailing trend in ancient times.

If it succeeds, the family tree will be published separately. If it fails, the family tree will be reduced to ashes. There will be a reunion in the underworld, and the whole family will lie in rows on the mass grave.

Cui Bianxu tapped his index finger gently on the table, as if seriously considering the feasibility of this marriage: "Prince Rencheng is your Majesty's cousin, born into the royal family. He has accompanied your Majesty on many campaigns and has made outstanding contributions..."

There are countless princesses from the royal family of Li. As long as Zhao Shan can be more ambitious, His Majesty will be happy to see one of them marry into a noble family.

Jiang Shangxian knew that his thinking was correct, but he still felt a little uncomfortable: "Miss Li, isn't the age difference between you and Mr. Zhao a little too big?"

Li Xueyan likes Zhao Shan, but when Cui Bianxu spoke, he did not say a word about whether Zhao Shan would like Li Xueyan.

Cui Bianxu raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, feeling a little upset. He pursed his lips and said, "Zhao Shan is only nineteen this year! Li Xueyan's age is not impossible."

(According to epitaphs unearthed from Tang Dynasty tombs, many women from royal clans or wealthy families were only ten or eleven years old when they got married.)

Two years younger than me! What's older? How old is she? It's not like we're getting married right now! At least we have to wait until we're 15 years old before we can get married, right?!

What did she mean by this? Zhao Shan and Li Xueyan were seven years apart, and there was also a seven-year age difference between her and herself. Did she think she was older?

You are so short-sighted!

He is in his prime!

Jiang Shangxian didn't understand why Cui Bianxu's face suddenly turned a little dark. He felt a little uneasy. Why did this guy change his expression so suddenly when he was talking so quietly?

"Then... Young Master..." Since he thought it was okay, Jiang Shangxian decided to just pass on the pimping task. After all, it wasn't his daughter, so it wouldn't be worth worrying about it too much. "When will Mr. Zhao come to Lexian Tower? I can also let Miss Li know."

She pointed outside and said, "Her maidservants come here every day to inquire about this matter."

Let’s meet up soon, the socializing is over, whatever happens.

Cui Bianxu curled his lips, as if he was somewhat reluctant about this matter: "Zhao Shan is the most stingy guy. If I want to invite him here, I must ask him to treat me once..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered that when he asked Wu Sanniang to identify the body, he had promised Zhao Shan to invite him to dinner at Lexianlou, but he had forgotten about this matter long ago.

Thinking of the meal he had promised but hadn't yet treated, Cui Bianxu relaxed his expression and changed the subject: "Wait a few days, when I return from Luoyang."

Zhao Shan was the type who wouldn't even smash porcelain when he was angry, he smashed a soft pillow...

"Thank you very much, Shaoqing." Jiang Shangxian breathed a sigh of relief. With this news, Li Xueyan should be able to rest for a while.

However, Zhao Shan turned out to be a stingy person, which surprised her a little. Li Xueyan was a person who spent money lavishly. If these two really got into an affair in the future, wouldn't Zhao Shan have to worry about money every day?

Worrying about nothing!

Jiang Shangxian cursed in his heart, she is a daughter of the royal family, who knows how much her dowry is, she is spending her own money, why should she care whether Zhao Shankai is happy or not?

Oh, she was a little envious.

Cui Bianxu suddenly thought of something and asked her curiously, "Are there any spider webs in your room?"

"Spider web?" Jiang Shangxian was a little confused when she heard this unexpectedly. She was just envious and sour. No matter how many inspirational words she said, it was not as good as the other person who was born with everything and would never have to worry about money for the rest of his life. Miss Li was really good at reincarnation.

"Today, when I went to the Li family, I went to Zhao's room and found a small spider web on the inside of the table."

Cui Bianxu felt it was a bit strange. Normally, for a family like theirs, there would rarely be insects in the house even if the government was investigating a case. Even if there were, the servants would clean it every day. If they couldn't clean it, they would remove the spider webs. It would be impossible for such things to be left behind.

When questioned today, the maid who was in charge of cleaning Zhao's yard said at first that she had been cleaning every day since he and Wang Leisheng came to check. Later, he asked a few more questions, and the maid was a little scared, so she said that she had been out looking for people every day in the past few days, and since there was no one living in the house, she was lazy and didn't clean it carefully.

The maidservant had always done hard work like cleaning at Zhao's place, and she looked rather clumsy, so Zhao didn't like her. Li Xingquan stayed there last night, and she had wanted to clean thoroughly today so that no one would notice her being lazy. However, she didn't expect to be gathered together early in the morning waiting for people from the Dali Temple to come and question her, so she didn't get the chance.

Cui Bianxu searched the house for a while, and although he didn't see any trace of a spider, his intuition told him that this was a bit strange.

"Shaoqing, perhaps the spider that Lady Zhao left behind for Qiqiao on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month accidentally escaped."

Jiang Shangxian guessed that on the seventh day of the seventh month, the Girls' Day, also known as the Qiqiao Festival, unmarried young ladies would worship the Weaver Girl under the moon on this day, praying for dexterity. In addition to worshiping the moon, activities also included threading a nine-hole needle with colored thread, or catching spiders and putting them in a box.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, Jiang's mother asked her and her sister Xia Zhenying to offer simple moon sacrifices and catch spiders. However, Jiang Shangxian was a coward. She wanted to step on any insect she saw, let alone catch a spider with her own hands. She guessed that she would have to dance to a disco with goosebumps.

Xia Zhenying also refused. Her reason was simple: it had been touched by spiders, so it would be awkward to use. It would be a waste of a box.

This is not in line with her frugal style!

Therefore, that day, the two of them perfunctorily threaded the needle with the embroidery thread at home, just to get away with it.

"Zhao is already a married woman, why does she still beg for skills?" Cui Bianxu also had some understanding of July 7th - the court gave him a long holiday on this day, and he happily rested for a day.

This kind of thing is usually done by unmarried women, but Zhao is a married woman...

Jiang Shangxian recalled their initial conversation, his eyes wandering. No way, who on earth was Zhao having an affair with? Li Xingquan must be a bit cuckolded...

Thinking of this, she couldn't sit still any longer. With her butt sticking out and her waist hunched, she came closer, blinked ambiguously, and whispered, "Shaoqing, I've heard that women can also make a wish to the Weaver Girl on this day, and be with their loved ones forever..."

Cui Bianxu didn't know this. July 7th had no meaning to him except for taking a vacation. The customs he knew were all because his sisters at home would prepare them carefully when he was back home.

However, some things cannot be said too early.

"Ahem, Zhao's love for Li Zhubu is as deep as the sea."

The Tang people always followed the principle of telling gossip, especially erotic gossip, regardless of whether it was true or not.