The first thousand one hundred and fifty-three chapters are different from year to year
"Zuichun Pavilion!"
While muttering the three characters on the plaque in a low voice, Zhuo Wen showed a smile. When he first entered the imperial capital, he lived in Zuichun Pavilion.
Zhuo Wen still vividly remembers the characters he met in Zuichun Pavilion, including Xu Niang, Lu'er, Mo Yan Wushang, and Mu Chenxue, whose original name was Mu Xue.
"I really wonder how she is doing in the inner courtyard?" Zhuo Wen's eyes gradually became blurred and he murmured with a smile.
"Young Master, why don't you go into Zuichun Pavilion and have some fun?"
Suddenly, at the door of Zuichun Pavilion, a woman dressed in a colorful dress walked up to Zhuo Wen, grabbed Zhuo Wen's right hand, and planned to pull him into Zuichun Pavilion.
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a burst of strength from his right hand, the woman was immediately shocked and took a few steps back, looking at Zhuo Wen in fear.
"That's fine! I'll just go in and have some fun."
Zhuo Wen nodded, passed by this woman, and entered the Zuichun Pavilion. The decoration inside the Zuichun Pavilion did not change much from two years ago. Everything was the same as before, except for the one who was guarding the door.
But Xu Niang is no longer there, and neither is the shy Lu'er. All the people who fall into Zhuo Wen's eyes are strangers.
"There is a performance by Miao girl today, let's go and see it!"
"Seriously? Since it's Miss Miao, we have to go and have a look, but I heard that the third prince of the Imperial City, Huangfu Wuque, is also here."
"Yes! Prince Wu Que came here specifically for Miss Miao. It is said that today he plans to include Miss Miao into the harem in front of everyone."
"Then Miss Miao is going to be in trouble. Prince Wuque is famous for liking the new and hating the old. Once he is included in the harem, I am afraid that he will be left out in the cold soon."
The conversation between the two people around him caught Zhuo Wen's attention, his eyes flickered, and Zhuo Wen followed the flow of people and walked towards the Fenghua area.
I have heard of Huangfu Wuque Zhuo Wen before. Among the many princes in the royal family, his talent is only inferior to Huangfu Wudao and Huangfu Wuji. However, Huangfu Wuque was not old and his cultivation level was not high at the time, so he did not participate in Qinghuang.
The battle for ranking.
In the center of the Fenghua area, there is still a stage that covers a large area. Around the stage, there are pavilions and pavilions. Many people are already seated in these pavilions, and they can sit on
Those on the pavilion were basically high-ranking officials from the Qingxuan Dynasty.
However, there is one tallest building among these pavilions. At the edge of the building, soldiers in armor surround the building, staring at the surroundings with cold eyes.
In the building, a young man of about nineteen years old was sitting on a jeweled chair. In front of him was a golden case with a variety of fruits and vegetables. On the case, this young man
Next to them, there were two old men in robes standing. The auras of these two old men were not weak, and their eyes had an intimidating light.
Zhuo Wen saw that many people around him were focusing on the young man, and at the same time they were whispering. He knew that the young man sitting on the jeweled chair should be Huangfu Wuque.
Huangfu Wuque's cultivation level is not very high, probably around the Xuanzun realm. However, the two old men behind Huangfu Wuque have pretty good cultivation levels, and they are both at the Jinzun realm.
"At the beginning, Emperor Qing announced that there were only five Heavenly Lords in the royal family. In fact, this was not the case. I am afraid that in addition to the five Ziyang people, there should be other powerful Heavenly Lords, but they have not been exposed."
Zhuo Wen secretly pondered in his heart. He had heard a lot about the Qing Emperor's royal family from Ziyang. He knew that the Qing Emperor was not very simple, so when he returned to the Qing Xuan Dynasty, Zhuo Wen was extremely cautious.
After a period of waiting, suddenly, the large curtain behind the central stage slowly opened, and then a series of graceful dancers danced on the stage, like dancing butterflies in the flowers.
generally.
There were about thirty dancers lined up at the edge of the stage. Their graceful dancing postures and the clear sound of the piano filled the eyes and ears of everyone around them at this moment.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped. After ten breaths, the high-pitched sound of the piano suddenly sounded, and then a figure like a gorgeous dancing butterfly among thousands of flowers floated from behind the curtain and landed in the center of the stage.
"Miss Miao is on the stage! Ever since Miss Mo Yan Wushang mysteriously disappeared from Zuichun Pavilion, only Miss Miao's dancing can rival that of Miss Wushang."
The moment this stunning figure appeared in the center of the stage, the surrounding crowd burst into an uproar, and many people's eyes showed a trace of obsession.
Even Huangfu Wuque, who was on top of the high pavilion, his eyes flashed with excitement after seeing this figure appear, as if he had seen a peerless treasure.
When Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on this woman, he couldn't help but reveal a look of confusion.
I saw this woman wrapped in light green clothes, covered with white gauze, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones. The pleats of her skirt were like snow and the moonlight flowed to the ground, stretching more than three feet, making it easy for her to walk.
The posture becomes more graceful and graceful.
Three thousand blue silk hair is tied up with a hair tie, a butterfly hairpin is inserted into the hair, a strand of blue silk hangs down on the chest, a thin application of pink and white only adds color, and the looming red on the cheeks creates a pure skin as delicate and lovely as petals.
, the whole person is like a butterfly flying in the wind, and like clear and clear ice and snow.
This woman's temperament is like ethereal flowing water, giving people a sense of openness and comfort. Even Zhuo Wen almost fell in when he saw this woman for the first time.
However, when Zhuo Wen's eyes moved up and landed on this woman's delicate face, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.
"Is it... Lu'er?"
Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice that this girl was seventeen or eighteen years old. Although more than two years had passed, Zhuo Wen still recognized this girl as the still young Miao Lu.
When Zhuo Wen first entered Zuichun Pavilion, it was Lu'er who led him to the accommodation in the Xueyue area. At that time, Lu'er was only about fifteen years old and an unknown girl. Now two years have passed, and she actually
He was so graceful when he came out.
Now Miao Lu, even Zhuo Wen feels a little surprised. It seems that women's eighteenth transformation is not just a random talk.
Miao Lu's figure is as soft and boneless as she dances slightly, giving people a soft beauty. The viewer can't help but be immersed in Miao Lu's graceful dancing posture. Along with the clear and clear sound of the piano around her, they enter a place.
Within a strange artistic conception.
Zhuo Wen stood quietly in the crowd, admiring Miao Lu's dance and experiencing the artistic conception. He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart. In fact, Miao Lu's dance was not inferior to Mo Yan Wushang at all. The only difference between the two should be
The person’s cultivation.
A high song ended, and Miao Lu's graceful dance came to an end, but everyone felt that it was still unfinished. When the sound of the piano finally stopped, everyone around them applauded, cheered in unison, and praised Miao Lu for her unique dance.
Standing on the stage, Miao Lu put her slender hands on her shoulders and bowed slightly to the people around her. Then she lightly opened her red lips and said loudly: "My little girl is willing to present another song to you. I wonder if you are willing to listen to my little girl's song."
Sing high.”
"Miss Miao Lu took the initiative to offer a song, how could she not be rewarded?" Huangfu Wuque stood up slowly, with an elegant smile on his lips, and said loudly.
Others around the stage also agreed and were willing to listen to Miao Lu's unsolicited music.
"Then thank you for your compliments!"
Miao Lu bowed slightly and just nodded to Huangfu without any faults, then ignored the latter, making the latter look slightly embarrassed and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
At this moment, another group of people walked out of the curtain. There were ten people in the group, all of them were strong men with bulging muscles. Each of these ten strong men was carrying a drum half as tall as a man.
Boom boom boom!
Under Miao Lu's greeting, ten strong men began to beat the drums in unison, and the distant sound of the drums began to spread around the stage.
The sound of the drums contains boundless grandeur and fierceness, and is also full of endless tragic and triumphant songs. It seems that the moment the drums are raised, the stage is no longer a stage, but has become a battlefield, with the sound of drums and weapons.
Fighting, the sound of horses neighing, and the sound of warriors killing.
Everyone was immersed in the heroic drum sound, as if they were on a battlefield, their hearts were beating violently, and their eyes were filled with excitement.
"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp to read the sword, and in my dream I was blowing the trumpet to join the camp. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, and fifty-stringed strings were heard outside the Great Wall. In the autumn of the battlefield, the troops were dispatched, and the horse was flying fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. The king's affairs in the world were over.
Earn a reputation both before and after your death."
The melodious singing voice slowly recited from the green cherry lips. The beauty's clear and high voice formed a sharp contrast with the majestic and fierce drumming, setting off the tragedy and helplessness of the battlefield.
For a moment, countless people felt a sense of solemnity and solemnity, and mist filled their eyes.
"This girl..."
Listening to the sound of drums around him and Miao Lu's crisp singing, Zhuo Wen in the crowd smiled, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.
This piece of music was exactly what Zhuo Wen sang when he was consecrating Mo Yan Wushang. Unexpectedly, this little girl Miao Lu actually memorized this piece of music and even made an arrangement.
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While everyone was still immersed in the artistic conception of this tragic song, Miao Lu's voice slowly fell, but there was a trace of sadness in her beautiful eyes.
Two years ago, she once, under this stage, looked at that domineering and unruly figure, beat the morning bell and evening drum, and sang the song "Broken Arrangement" impassionedly.
Miao Lu could never forget this piece of music, so after that day, she memorized this piece of music, and worked hard to learn dance music, and finally today, she put this piece of music into music
Two years ago, the stage where that figure stood.
"One year spent similar, each year is different."
Miao Lu murmured in a low voice, and her beautiful eyes could not help but think of that pine-cypress-like figure. Where is he... now?