C67 (2/2)
Bai Zhiru was elegantly sitting on the carpet, her delicate fingers continuously strumming the zither. The zither music was melodious, like a tall mountain, like flowing water, gurgling and gurgling. Anyone who heard it would feel as if they were admiring the most beautiful scenery of nature, causing them to feel relaxed and happy.
She could be said to play < Water Lotus > to perfection. Everyone was intoxicated by her beautiful zither music, unable to extricate themselves from it.
On the side, Zhao Ze Han could only use the word 'awkward' to describe her. Bai Zhiru played with her zither gently, while she brandished her blade at the side, the waves becoming more intense, everyone only saw a ball of fat trembling, the ground shaking and the mountains shaking, the scene was extremely strange, completely out of place. For some inexplicable reason, he wanted to laugh, but due to the majesty of the imperial family, he didn't dare to act presumptuously, so he could only lower his head and hold it in.
As the dance closed, everyone continued to enjoy the scene, the warm applause continued without end. The emperor was overjoyed and various rewards rushed towards Bai Zhiru. However, she bowed humbly before heading back to her seat. When he walked in front of Jun Mohan, he gave him a meaningful look that made it difficult for people to fathom his meaning.
When Zhao Ze Han saw that she had lost, she walked down with her heavy body behind her. Her eyes looked desolate and dejected. Although she had expected this to happen, she still found it hard to accept it.
As the song fell and the song started, it was replaced with a chilling one; the strong preyed on the weak, and power ruled the strong. This was an unchanging saying in ancient times.
In a trance, the two young ladies of the Shangguan family were perfect in their swordplay. Bai Zhiyuan and Situ Die from the Right Prime Minister's Residence carried Bai Zhiyuan onto the stage. Their clothes were actually the same, and everyone in capital knew that the Empress's niece and the daughter of Prime Minister Bai were best friends.
Soon after, rows and rows of dancers filed in. The two of them were tightly surrounded by the dancers, so close that no wind could penetrate, giving people a mysterious feeling.
Suddenly, the music started playing and the dancers scattered in all directions. The two of them stood in the middle of the stage and smiled at each other in tacit understanding. They then danced on the stage. Dancing posture light and nimble, body as light as a swallow, body as soft as clouds, arms as soft as boneless, step by step like lotus dancing posture, like the butterflies dancing between the flowers, like the babble of water, like the moon in the mountains, like the sunlight in the alleyway, like the dew on the tip of a lotus leaf, make me like drinking wine, drunk to the point of being unable to control myself.
With a single dance, Qingcheng fell to the ground like a flower falling to the ground. After the dance ended, the spectators were all mesmerized by the scene before them, filled with an indescribable aftertaste.
Warm and deafening applause rang out from all directions. The two of them bowed towards the crowd and walked down like sisters.
When the empress saw that their talents were evenly matched, she frowned and whispered something into the palace maid's ear. The palace maid then took the hint and walked towards the emperor, respectfully handing over the note.
Following that, only Bai Zhixi and Shangguan Jingyan had not stepped onto the stage yet.
However, this was also what everyone was looking forward to the most. One was the most talented girl in the Eastern Prefecture, while the other was the one who had recovered from her stupidity after more than ten years. It was unknown who would emerge victorious from this silent smoke.
Without the slightest bit of sleepiness, everyone was fully focused on waiting for this match.
Bai Zhixi took in the expressions of all the people, and a sneer formed on his lips. Now that she had chosen to face it, she wanted to amaze the world with a single move, making those who had looked down on her change their view of her.
The palace maids carried eight battle drums and placed them on eight different positions. After which, the enchanting dancers dressed in red muslin clothes all filed into the hall. They stood on the stage in a posture similar to flowers blooming, quietly waiting.
The hall was silent for a moment. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the arrival of the first talented girl.
Suddenly, the clear and melodious sound of a guzheng came out. Shangguan Jingyan, covered by a silk scarf, slowly walked over while hugging a lute dancer. When everyone had walked onto the stage, the dancers' slender fingers began to stroke the lute, and a burst of clear sound transmitted through the air, just like the weary sound of a nightingale in the evening, drowsy, gentle and tactful, and after a long while, the rhythm lightened up, as if the moon had risen into the sky, and the nightingale fell into a trance under the moonlight, letting out a gentle singing voice. Gradually, the sound spread out in all directions, and the nightingale's singing stopped, its wings breaking the full moon.
After a long while, the sound of the lute suddenly stopped, and Shangguan Jingyan, who was in the midst of the crowd, revealed her moon-like appearance, sleeping and sleeping with the spring water on her face like cream.
Her hair fluttered in the wind, and she slowly raised her head, giving everyone a faint smile. Her right hand was raised slightly, and she turned her head slightly, flicking out her water sleeve. The water sleeve covered her face, giving her the feeling that she was hugging the lute halfway. Her slender, jade-like hands were like a slow stream, calm and quiet. The stream gurgled, and birds chirped and flowers blossomed. Green grass and wild flowers bloomed as if there was a storm, and waves crashed against the shore. One melody shook the world.
All of a sudden, the zither music changed to a gentle and gentle sound as it violently surged with thousands of horses galloping. The song ”Ten Faces Ambush” resounded throughout the hall like a hot knife through butter, surging with passion and not dissipating for a long time. Red plum petals scattered down from the sky like a sky full of stars, mixed with the snow dancing in the sky, one red and one white, many beautiful, the scene was very spectacular.
A thin, pure white gauze extended to the outside of the stage, connecting to the red plum petal on the stage. It was beautiful beyond compare.
At this time, Shangguan Jingyan was still playing her pipa, intoxicated with herself, her eyes filled with amazement.
The sound of the zither rang out as a graceful woman wearing a white dress slowly walked over while wearing a plain gauze cloth. Coincidentally, she had landed on that red plum blossom. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, her sleeves were flowing, and she looked like a celestial walking out of a dream. The woman took advantage of the situation and lightly tapped the red plum ball with her white, slender hand. The petals exploded and scattered everywhere as if they were a painting. With a flick of her sleeve, she danced gracefully in the midst of the petals. The flower was more beautiful than the person, and the person was more delicate than the flower. The person and the flower had already melded into one; it was hard to tell if it was a person or a flower.