All the lanterns lit on the stage were blooming, as if the gate of the kingdom of God was open, and as the shakuhachi gradually became louder and louder, the young man embraced her witch, and ran to the night sky on the colored ribbons of the commanders. The young and handsome Donghuang lowered her eyes, as if the witch hanging on her arm stretched her wicker-like waist and raised her hand, caressing Donghuang's cheek. They rode their feather coats and flew to the kingdom of God together.
The night lights gradually went out, as if the kingdom of God had closed the door, and the last thing left in the eyes of the world was that the East Emperor embraced his shrine maiden and ran to the eternal kingdom. With the light stroke of the bell, the whole world suddenly darkened. The people under the stage looked at the blackened stage, raised their hands in unison, and the tidal wave of applause rushed to the stage like a mountain.
On the painting boat, Xuan Jingchen heard the frantic applause pouring into his ears, raised his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream, and patted it a few times.
"Your Majesty, do you also think this song "East Emperor" is performed very beautifully?" The applause passed away, and Da Siming, who had appeared on the painting boat at some point, stood behind Xuan Jingchen and looked at the gradually lit stage. Youyou said: "East Emperor incarnates three thousand, saving the world from fire and water. Impressed by the true feelings of the witch, opened the door of the kingdom of God and welcomed her. What a romantic story, and very humane, this is the main god I believe in Taiyi. ."
"How is it, Your Majesty, are you interested in my Taiyi school now? Do you have the intention to read my Taiyi scriptures?" Da Si Ming Qinglan looked at the emperor he had chosen by the Eastern Emperor, and seized the opportunity to induce.
Although the emperor in front of him still used the Superintendent of Heaven, he himself was not very religious. Before this, every emperor of Chu State believed in Taiyi Sect more or less, and some even entered Taoism as an emperor.
In a country populated by Eastern Emperor followers, the fact that Xuan Jingchen, an emperor, was not keen on offering sacrifices made some people uneasy. Even if she didn't have a clear intention to show that she didn't care about Taiyimen, the empress had never hosted such a grand event as the East Emperor Festival since she ascended the throne for three years, which was enough to make Taiyimen feel subtle.
Because of this, the Taiyi people, who were worried that the queen's attitude towards the state religion was not cautious enough, asked the chief minister to order Qinglan to popularize the knowledge of the Taiyi religion to the queen whenever she had the chance, and strive for the queen to join the religion as soon as possible.
Qinglan doesn't care about whether the queen believes in Donghuang or not. It's as if the queen knew that the sacrifice would not get a response from Emperor Zhao, and she still routinely offers incense every year. When Qinglan sees the queen, she will casually mention the matter of joining the church. .
"Why is Da Si Ming here? As for the Taiyi Classics, I didn't read it long ago when I went to Hongwen Museum." Xuan Jingchen turned his head and looked at a large number of Da Siming who were still young, and said warmly: " Tonight's performance by Shao Siming..."
Da Si Ming shook his head and said: "Your Majesty, don't mention my naughty child, this song Donghuang is not something she can perform. She only played Yun Zhongjun, and then she slipped away. This Donghuang, or I found a good person to play the role."
"Oh? Who is that boy?"
"It's not a boy, it's a girl. Back then, Emperor Zhao played the song "East Emperor Treading the Lantern Festival" at the East Emperor Festival in the name of Young Master Jianlu. Fortunately, I can only meet a girl who can know this song tonight." After Da Siming finished this sentence, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's also thanks to my clever plan, otherwise my disciple will be lucky tonight, this song If Dong Huang can't act, my supervisor Tian Si will lose face."
"Yes, Da Si's fate is a clever plan to turn the tide." Xuan Jingchen replied lightly, but he kept the sentence Zhaodi in the name of Young Master Jianlu in his heart.
She naturally knows this song, and she also knows all the shakuhachi compositions that have been handed down in the world by Young Master Lu.
She knew it, but she didn't hear it all. But after listening to other people's performances, it was far inferior to His Royal Highness's.
Xuan Jingchen has heard Zhong Lishuo play the shakuhachi seven times in total. The first time was on the night he left Yunzhou, when Zhong Lishuo played "Lin Shen Sees the Deer", and the second time was "Lin Shen Sees the Deer". See the moon. The next five times were each year when the spring was bright and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Zhong Lishuo stood under the tree and played a song that has no name yet.
The song is quiet, light and light with shallow thoughts, like a child whispering coquettishly with his mother, and there is some sadness in the warmth.
Only on this day could Xuan Jingchen hear the sadness in the heart of the man who seemed strong and optimistic.
One day, when he heard the musician playing Zhong Lishuo's tune, Xuan Jingchen realized that the person was really gone. The sadness of missing but not being able to see each other came surging, making her stop the musician's shakuhachi and prevent herself from seeing things and thinking about people.
But today, seeing this extremely beautiful Donghuang Song, she couldn't help wondering if the Donghuang Festival, which she had never witnessed, was so wonderful. Such a wonderful picture cannot be passed down to the world, she felt a pity for Zhong Lishuo.
Even if Zhong Lishuo is gone, it might be a good thing that her tunes spread around the world. Xuan Jingchen thought for a while, and felt that he had said casually because he was sad in his heart: "Shakuhachi is the sound of the subjugation of the country."
She pondered for a while, looked at the Da Si Ming in front of her and asked softly, "Since that girl has helped the Supervisor Tian Si so much, and she is so proficient in musical instruments, I am a little bit of a talent. I don't know if Da Si Ming has asked that. Who is the child, give me a book tomorrow, so that I can reward her."
If he loves a person who is a shakuhachi, Xuan Jingchen thinks that it would be a good idea to pass on His Highness's music to her.
This counts as well, to find a successor for His Royal Highness.
After listening to Her Majesty's words, Da Siming felt a little subtle. She looked at the awe-inspiring Queen in front of her and smiled: "Did Your Majesty not recognize anyone? You don't feel familiar at all?"
Just now, she clearly lured the queen to enter the country. After falling into an illusion, she didn't feel that the young master was familiar with her, so didn't she take her as Emperor Zhao
Qing Lan didn't expect the Queen to believe in the rebirth of her soul, at least she could help the little princess plant the seeds of recognition in the Queen's heart in the little time she had left.
Thinking of this, Qing Lan couldn't help but think, Taiyi's missionary mission is too inadequate, why does the queen in front of her have no thought of wishing for the dead to come back to life.
Of course, Xuan Jingchen had such an extravagant hope in his heart, and because he knew it was an extravagant hope, he became more and more clear about Zhong Lishuo's departure.
In her heart, Zhong Lishuo has disappeared for more than three years, and people who are similar will only remind her of Zhong Lishuo, not her.
Just like, Xuan Jingchen sees Le Zhengying's face that looks like Zhong Lishuo every day, but he can still distinguish clearly.
The moment she couldn't tell the difference was when she saw the boy on stage just now.
But she knew that it was the bewitching of the ministers, and that the thoughts she had accumulated recently were too heavy for her to bear.
The handsome young man on the stage was so familiar that she could only think of Zhong Lishuo. Zhong Lishuo was no longer there. Who else could Qinglan say she was familiar with
It can't be Le Zhengying. If it was Le Zhengying, why would Qing Lan call her a girl
Suddenly, a young man in a white robe standing under the lantern broke into Xuan Jingchen's mind, Xuan Jingchen said after realizing it, "Is that the child of Asu?"
Forget it, at least I can still remember Le Zhengsu, it seems that things are not so difficult.
Da Siming sighed, thinking that he was clearly going to die, why should he care about people's marriage. But there is no way, whoever made this a marriage that was destined by God, naturally find a way to make it more happier.
Da Siming Qinglan, who was over half a hundred years old and had no intention of raising her temperament at all, nodded and said, "It's not Young Master Lezheng. When I first found her, I was a little surprised. She looks so similar to Emperor Zhao, and even played a song. Good shakuhachi, and with such a pure heart, I almost thought I had seen the real person in the revival of Taibenji."
For some reason, Xuan Jingchen's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to suppress that hope and said, "Don't be joking, Da Siming."
"I also feel like I'm joking. As we all know, Emperor Chu is the incarnation of the Eastern Emperor. If it was Emperor Zhao, I'm afraid he would have returned to the kingdom of God already," Qing Lan pointed to the night sky, and in just a moment, the originally empty night sky exploded. All fireworks.
Countless fireworks bloomed brightly under the night sky, and the lights were reflected on Da Siming's face that seemed to be eternally youthful. Da Siming looked at the resolute emperor in front of him, and smiled softly: "Tonight, the gate of the kingdom of God is open, and I am happy to see His Majesty before."
"Since then, Haiqing and Heyan, the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe, and His Majesty Wanwang will cherish it."
Qing Lan's voice drifted away, Xuan Jingchen looked up at the night sky, and suddenly saw fireworks fill the night sky. The tidal wave of applause rushed into her ears with the sound of fireworks, she turned her head, and was startled to realize that her sisters were lying on the railing, looking at the slowly lit stage opposite, and said softly: "Then who plays the role of Emperor Donghuang. The young boy is Shao Siming? It's really beautiful."
No, something is wrong.
Xuan Jingchen thought that he had just seen Da Siming clearly, maybe he had fallen into her illusion again.
Xuan Jingchen thought for a moment, then said to the dark guard, "Go to Wuyou."
She always felt that something was about to happen.
Tonight's Lantern Festival is a good day. In the scriptures of Taiyi Sect, it is the day when the gate of the kingdom of God opens. Fireworks covered the entire city of Yuanzhou, and it was unknown that the fireworks could not reach it, and it was shrouded in a full moon tonight.
The huge moon weighs heavily on the delicate pavilion in the unknowable plum forest, and the bright lights in the pavilion are as weak as fireflies.
Da Siming wore a large blue Taoist robe, soaked a pot of wolfberry, sat on the small couch in the hall, and boredly flipped through the "Taiben Ji" in his hand.
There was a rapid sound of wind coming from the depths of Merlin, Da Siming put down the book in his hand, looked at the door, and sighed, "I ran back anyway."
As soon as her voice fell, a girl in a scarlet sacrificial dress and a jade crown landed barefoot on the wooden floor at the door. The girl is only sixteen years old, with a slender and thin figure and a tender face. She stood at the door timidly, looking at Da Siming sitting on the couch, with a pair of water-filled eyes, she was about to cry.
"Why are you crying, I won't scold you if you can't dance with Emperor Donghuang." Da Siming stayed in the bed, walked up to the girl, stretched out his hand and stroked her tender cheek, and said lovingly, "After the dance, Yun Zhongjun?"
The girl nodded vigorously, stretched out her hand and grabbed the sleeve of Da Siming, looking at her with tears in her eyes.
Da Siming asked again: "Have you met the characters of Le Zhengsu and His Majesty?"
The girl nodded vigorously again, and Da Siming breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at the girl: "Remember what I said, I won't scold you if you can't dance, Master Donghuang, just dance the song for the master again. ."
The girl agreed, wearing a red robe to worship Yunzhongjun, watching Da Siming return to the couch, tap the cup lightly, tap her jade feet lightly, and set foot on the consonance to welcome the Eastern Emperor.
The girl's crimson clothes were limp, as if a fire had started in the cold room. Outside the house, the plum blossoms under the full moon have withered. Inside the house, the forever young Da Siming slowly closed his eyes.
Ding.
With the last sound of the jade cup, the girl stopped dancing. She looked at Da Siming, who was sitting on the couch with her eyes closed, and approached step by step, until her fingertips touched Da Siming's still warm body, tears fell like rain.
Tonight, the gate of the kingdom of God opened, and the witch who served the Eastern Emperor was due to return.
The author has something to say: Da Siming: You have to be a matchmaker even if you die, and the director sends chicken legs.