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Zhu Quan was about to say something more when suddenly the eunuch at the door shouted loudly: "Your Majesty is here!"
Upon hearing these words, they immediately stopped talking, turned their bodies and eyes towards the door, and waited until Yunxi walked in before bowing and saying, "I have met His Majesty (Brother Imperial)."
"Uncles, please forgive me." Yunxi said. Zhu Zanyi did not come to pay tribute this year, so he did not need to add the word "nephew" to him separately.
When Yunxi came from Qianqing Palace just now, he was delayed by some unexpected things. When he arrived, it was almost the beginning of the banquet, so he didn't have time to communicate with some feudal kings alone, so he took the hand of his second son Wenyuan and left. When he got to the high platform, he asked Wen Yuan to sit down and he sat down as well. After watching Wen Yao and Wen Qi sit down under the service of their servants, he loudly announced the start of the clan banquet. At the same time, Yun Xi offered a toast. The princes below, The county prince raised his glass in response; Wenyuan and other young crown princes, princes, county princes and generals also raised the small glasses with juice in front of them and drank them all in one gulp.
According to the usual practice, after he toasted, the hot dishes should have been served; but this year, the eunuchs and maids standing beside him did not move at all.
Some people who were not well-informed were very confused, but most people were quietly waiting for Yunxi's next words.
Yunxi paused, ate another piece of cucumber, and then said: "But this year's banquet is different from previous years."
"In previous years, everyone was eating, drinking, talking and laughing. I feel that although it was very lively, because most people talked and laughed with different contents, it was no different from the private gatherings on weekdays. It was difficult to fully achieve the purpose of this gathering when Grandpa Huang set it up. The original intention: to allow all clans to talk to each other and deepen their relationship."
"Grandpa Huang thought about this problem when he was still alive, but there was no good solution. But this year I thought of some methods and decided to try it."
Yunxi paused again and said loudly: "First of all, you, uncles and brothers, are no longer allowed to freely choose your seats. I will make the arrangements. You are not allowed to change seats."
As soon as Yunxi finished speaking, Huang Fu came over with many eunuchs and smiled and told all the clan members present where your seat was. Children under seven years old were also separated from their fathers and placed in a separate place.
Some clan members did not like Yunxi's arrangement, but most people thought it was very novel and had no objection. They followed the eunuch's instructions and went to their seats. Seeing that most people went to their new seats obediently, those who were very interested in this Those who resist can only obey orders.
Yunxi gave Wang Xi a few more instructions, and Wang Xi hurriedly stepped back. Then he looked at the people below who were changing seats, and thought to himself: 'There are too many things to consider in arranging seats for them, it is really difficult. I don't know how many brain cells it has killed. I will definitely not arrange it like this next year.'
'How about changing it to drawing lots next year? Let Huang Fu or others come and stand at the door very early, holding the lottery box in their hands and let them draw lots. Well, yes, sometimes the effect of complete randomness may not be bad. That's the decision. Already.'
Yunxi, who had decided how to arrange seats next year, turned to look at Wenyuan sitting next to him and said softly: "Wenyuan."
"Dad." Wenyuan replied.
"Go and sit over there with your brothers." Yunxi said, pointing to the seats for children under seven years old.
"Dad." Wen Yuan made no move and just looked at Yun Xi.
"Why, you don't want to go?" Yunxi asked.
"Dad, many people's sons don't know each other." Wen Yuan said with some fear.
Yunxi knew that Wen Yuan was a little afraid of strangers. After many years of education between him and Xiyao, he was no longer afraid of strangers wearing servant clothes, but he was still a little afraid of strangers who could communicate with each other on an equal footing. He could respond normally, but not for more interactions.
Already.
But he can't allow this kind of thing to continue: Wenyuan will be the emperor in the future, how can he be afraid of life? So he now said: "It's not all strangers over there, there are also your two brothers, and you
Some of the cousins I’ve met before, please come and sit down.”
Wenyuan still seemed unwilling, but he didn't dare to go against Yunxi's words, so he got up and walked over.
'If Xiyao was here, I'm afraid Wen Yuan wouldn't have dared to disobey her at the beginning and just walked over obediently. In this matter, it seems that my role cannot be regarded as a white face, but Xiyao's face is darker, but
It's Xiyi who occasionally plays the role of a white face. But it's not surprising. Xiyao and I don't allow Wen Yuan to be afraid of life, and I at least have the thinking of future generations and feel that being strict is of little use. Xiyao completely follows this
The viewpoints and education of this era are too old,' Yunxi thought.
After that, Yunxi stared at Wen Yuan carefully and finally felt relieved when he saw Wen Yuan talking to several other people. Although this was probably just other people pestering him to talk, it was also a good sign.
At this time, the seats of everyone present had been changed. Yunxi turned his head and saw Wang Xi reappearing in the hall, and said loudly: "In addition to changing seats, I have a second point."
"That is to have people perform on a nearby stage so that everyone can talk about the same topic."
After saying this, Yunxi looked at Wang Xi. Wang Xi nodded imperceptibly and walked out of the palace.
The clan members present had never heard of the word 'program', but they immediately guessed what he meant. Zhu Youdou frowned and said softly: "I used a new word. Could it be that it's not just opera, but also other things? But it can also
What's there? A storyteller telling stories? Or doing acrobatics? It can't be acrobatics, it's too inappropriate."
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a dozen women wearing clothes of different colors walking in, walking to the stage, and performing dances.
Zhu Youdun, who is proficient in art, immediately recognized that this was a very traditional court dance, which is said to have been handed down from the Han Dynasty and has a history of more than a thousand years.
"It's really a good dance, and although this dance is performed by a woman, it is a very orthodox dance, without any obscenity at all, and it is very suitable as an opening dance." Zhu Youdou muttered.
"Brother Youdou, what are you talking about?" Zhu Jiyi, who was sitting next to him, heard Youdou's words but didn't hear them clearly and asked.
Youdou said calmly: "It is said that this dance was handed down from the Han Dynasty."
Ji Xi is the third younger brother of Ji Xi and the concubine of the former King of Jin. For some reason, Youdou always felt that he had evil intentions. Zhu Xi also told him so, so he did not want to talk to Ji Xi more.
Ji Yi probably also understood Youdou's impression of him, so he didn't say anything after hearing his perfunctory words.
The dance, which lasted for more than a quarter of an hour, ended unknowingly. Two people wearing brightly colored clothes came up, first summarized the dance, then announced the name of the next program, and then hurriedly walked off the stage and stood
aside.
At this time, Yunxi also chuckled, took his own wine glass and came down from the high platform dedicated to the emperor. He casually sat in the open space between the two people and chatted with the clan next to him about the program being performed on the stage.
What Yunxi did was naturally imitating the Spring Festival Gala of later generations. Although before Yunxi traveled through time, fewer and fewer people watched the Spring Festival Gala every year. In fact, he only watched the Spring Festival Gala with his parents. It can be said that he only watched it with his parents.
It can be regarded as a kind of sentiment; but he still remembers the days when he was a child and watched the Spring Festival Gala every New Year, and he also remembered what his parents said about the sensation caused by the Spring Festival Gala in the 1980s when it first appeared.
There was a lack of entertainment in this era, and it was impossible for anyone except the emperor to enjoy countless novel performances on a regular basis, so Yunxi was very sure that the Spring Festival Gala would definitely arouse their interest. Facts have proved that they were indeed attracted and watched intently.
Follow the show on the stage.
In particular, Yunxi also 'invented' a new form of artistic expression - crosstalk. Yunxi felt that since crosstalk emerged from traditional storytelling and became popular during the Republic of China, people today should also be able to accept it; he
I don’t have much confidence in sketches, and I couldn’t think of any sketches suitable for this era, so I didn’t arrange any sketches.
Sure enough, the cross talk written by Yun Xi, imitating one of Teacher Ma Sanli's works, was a great success and made everyone present laugh.
There is another cross talk that satirizes the etiquette of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. It is also very popular. This cross talk was written to satirize the nondescript etiquette of the early Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. If ordinary people don't know where the joke is, the clan members present will not learn it.
Wushu is also very proficient in etiquette. Seeing the crosstalk actors on the stage using exaggerated language and movements to perform the scene of Mongolians greeting each other, countless people burst into laughter, and while laughing, they also talked enthusiastically with the people around them.
When Yunxi saw Youdou and Jixi, they started talking about them eagerly.
However, under the guidance of another Yunxi, the crosstalk prepared by officials from the Cultural Propaganda Department was not very effective, and everyone generally felt that it was not funny.
Yunxi recalled that people from the Cultural Propaganda Department had tactfully admonished him at that time, but he didn't pay attention and insisted on writing this cross talk according to his own ideas.
‘It seems that we cannot make subjective assumptions about literature and art.’ Yunxi thought to himself.
Of course, not all the programs are funny. Yunxi didn't think about the Spring Festival Gala until the twelfth lunar month, so there were only three crosstalks this time. The rest were songs, dances and operas, which couldn't make people laugh.
Among them, the songs were all selected by Yunxi himself, including "Man Jiang Hong", "Liu Sanbian's lyrics", and "When Will the Bright Moon Come" by Su Shi - written in modern tunes that Yunxi hummed.
In addition, Yunxi also invited some big men in the army who were good at singing to sing "Serve the Country with Loyalty" on the spot. In fact, they were not willing: in traditional concepts, people who sing and dance have a low status; but Yunxi promised not to regard them as
People who advocate excellence, they reluctantly agreed to sing. "My Chinese Heart" was also put on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.
Until the beginning of Haishi, ending with the song "Unforgettable Tonight", the 'First Ming Dynasty Spring Festival Gala' concluded successfully.