Chapter Two: Drumming and Passing Flower Music Qin Dynasty Beauty Pass
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As soon as this poem came out, everyone's eyes immediately focused on Xue Xichen. Some were amazed, some were appreciative, some were shocked. Most of all, they were in deep contemplation. So domineering, so arrogant, so heroic. So arrogant and chic as any man. Could such a poem really come from the mouth of this queen who they always thought was good-for-nothing and only knew how to be jealous?
Feng Qingge was silent. Only he knew the surprise in his heart. He had been deeply fascinated by the strange elf of Xue Mei Tong for the first time. After returning from the disaster, Xue Mei Tong's temperament changed drastically. She only knew how to fight for favors, which made him extremely disgusted. Baidi City returned to the palace. Xue Xichen lived in seclusion and became quiet and low-key. Now there is a poem. "The city is full of golden armor". How bold and majestic. He had to pay attention to it.
The same poem. When they first met, Mu Qingfei once heard Xue Meitong sing it. At that time, he greatly admired Xue Meitong. How could a woman with such a broad mind be the thing in the pool? At that time, Leng Junyi was also present. What happened later also confirmed this. Until Xue Mei Tong returned and her temperament changed drastically. He suspected that the two people before and after were not the same person... Today, he had to admit that Xue Mei Tong Still Xue Mei Tong. Still the arrogant, arrogant and proud Xue Mei Tong back then.
Perhaps Xue Mei Tong has never changed. It's just that he has never understood her.
Hearing this poem again after so many years, Leng Junyi felt the same admiration and admiration in his heart as before. How many people in the world can have such a broad-minded and heroic woman?
This is not a poem that Wang Yingjun could write. Feng Biqing frowned and thought deeply. He knew Wang Yingjun. This woman had no knowledge and skills but only knew how to show off and was very jealous. Such a powerful and passionate poem is not a narrow-minded person. A woman could write it. Feng Biqing was suspicious. The snowy pupil in front of her was definitely not Wang Yingjun.
Could it be that the real Xue Mei Tong is back...
Xiao Liuyue had the same thought. He couldn't help but think of Xue Xichen. Such a poem was very similar to Xue Xichen's style. If the woman in front of him was Xue Xichen...
"Good. Good poem."
Bai Biluo was the first to applaud, and then the applause was like a wave of continuous applause. Xue Xichen thanked everyone one by one with a smile on her face. She looked at Bai Dieyu proudly. As she wished, she saw Bai Dieyu's face turned dark.
You kid, you want to provoke me. You're a little too young.
Xue Xichen rolled her eyes and said, "It's so boring to write poetry all day long. Why don't we beat the drums and pass the flowers around?"
Beat the drum and spread the flowers...
Feng Qingge couldn't help but think that he and Xue Xichen had played a similar game on New Year's Eve that year.
A very nostalgic feeling.
"Blow the drum and pass the flowers. The person who receives the flowers will come out to perform. What do you think?"
Basically no one dared to say "no" to the Queen's words. Firstly, judging from the emperor's expression, he did not object; secondly, everyone also felt that playing drums and passing flowers was much more interesting than reciting poems and composing poems, especially when so many concubines and empresses were present. Down.
Reciting poems and composing poems is a game for men. Beating drums and passing flowers is a game for the masses.
Xue Xichen told the palace maid to prepare. Everyone talked and laughed. After a while, the palace maid finished preparing. The palace maid with the drum started to play with her back to everyone. The atmosphere became tense. No one knew who would be the first to be hit. who is it.
"Dong dong dong dong dong dong..."
The big red silk flower fell into Bai Biluo's hand. Bai Biluo was slightly startled, then immediately stepped out and performed a wonderful martial arts performance for everyone.
The flower continued to fly and reached Xue Xichen. Xue Xichen quickly threw it to Feng Qingge. Feng Qingge threw it to Leng Qiuluo, who was closest to him. Leng Qiuluo caught it. "Boom." The drum sound stopped. .
Leng Qiuluo held the flower and was dumbfounded. Then she pouted her mouth unhappily.
"Qiu Luo. It's your turn to perform."
Feng Qingge spoke. Leng Qiuluo didn't dare to disobey. She impromptuly performed a sword dance for everyone, and the audience was filled with congratulations.
"Dong dong dong dong." The drum beat again and the flower passing continued. Everyone threw the flowers quickly, fearing that they would be the next unlucky ones.
The atmosphere is becoming more and more cheerful. Everyone is becoming more and more active.
Everyone's turn had to perform. When it was Xue Xichen's turn, she performed a little magic, which shocked everyone who had never seen magic before. Everyone stared at it without blinking and asked curiously. Xichen smiled mysteriously, "Buddha said: It cannot be said." The reason why magic is called magic is because it is mysterious. If the secret is leaked, how can it be called magic?
It was Feng Qingge's turn. He played the flute. It had been a long time since he had seen Feng Qingge play the flute. Xue Xichen couldn't help showing a nostalgic expression. She still remembered that night under the bright stars. She sang and he played the flute. .It’s so romantic that it seems like it was yesterday.
We have been playing around for a long time. It is getting late. Bai Dieyu is so big and small that she cannot withstand the long-term fatigue. She needs to go back to the palace to rest. Feng Qingge decided to end today's banquet.
Feng Qingge asked Xue Xichen, "Queen, how about you finishing our drumming and passing flowers today?"
Xue Xichen pursed her lips. Now that Feng Qingge had spoken, she would naturally not refuse. She tilted her head and thought for a while before asking, "Your Majesty, what do you want your concubine to perform?"
Feng Qingge thought for a moment and replied: "Queen, please sing a song."
Sing?
Xue Xichen tilted her head and thought carefully. She narrowed her eyes and said to Feng Biqing: "I am bold. I want to ask the Sixth Prince to accompany me. I don't know if the emperor will allow it."
"oh."
Feng Qingge's doubtful eyes swept over Xue Xichen's calm face, and she pondered in her heart.
Feng Biqing cupped her hands and replied: "I am willing to accompany the queen."
Feng Qingge suddenly waved her hand and refused. "No need to worry, sixth brother. I'll come."
As soon as these words came out, all eyes were focused on Feng Qingge. Leng Qiuluo was so jealous that his eyes burst into flames. He glared at Xue Xichen with hatred. If eyes could kill, Xue Xichen would probably be thousands of years old at this moment. Full of sores.
Xue Xichen looked at Feng Qingge unexpectedly.
Feng Qingge nodded towards Xue Xichen with a smile. "I wonder what song the queen wants to sing."
"Hmm..." Xue Xichen pondered. "I will follow the emperor's wishes. Whatever music the emperor plays, I will sing whatever music the emperor wants."
Such an arrogant tone.
Feng Qingge chuckled. A palace maid held the jade flute in her hands. Feng Qingge took the jade flute and put it close to her lips. She pondered for a while. Beautiful and light music sounded melodiously.
Familiar music. Xue Xichen's eyes widened suddenly, revealing a look of disbelief.
"Beauty Pass".
It turned out to be "Beauty Pass".
It turned out to be the song "Beauty Pass" that she once sang with Feng Qing on the roof of the Palace of the God of War.
Feng Qingge...
He still remembers...
"The thousand-year moonlight fills the west window.
Rouge stained by wind and frost;
I first saw your appearance on the bronze mirror.
A beaded flower lightens the makeup.
For whom is the thousand years of loneliness hidden in the painting?
The pen and ink linger with your fragrance;
The lyre sounds. For whom do you sing softly?
A dream in the world of mortals.
Qin Shiyue. Han Shiguan.
Drunk in the setting sun. Leaning on the railing.
Looking back and smiling, who gently pulls the yarn.
The song has ended. People have dispersed;
Hero's tears. Beauty's story.
The sword is cold and the lights have dimmed.
The tall buildings are broken down. Old friends are no longer seen.