Chapter 56: Fantasies Under the Moonlight
Chapter Fifty-Six: Fantasies Under the Moonlight
I held up a cup of well-adjusted liquid and entered the inner gate, where eunuchs loudly announced my arrival. Familiar attendants came to greet me and took it from me, saying "The princess has been waiting". Apparently, they were used to seeing me with these strange and wonderful ideas.
Camping outdoors can't be avoided from mosquito bites, before escaping for life didn't feel it, after settling down, those delicate skin of the ladies were unbearable. Now that I'm settled in Hechi County, I have sufficient materials, using white wine and ginger juice from the local earth to concoct a mild-smelling anti-itch insect repellent for them to apply on their hands and feet, which was very well-received. Can't help but respond to Yang Taizhen's recruitment by increasing the gift-giving.
After I came out, I made an excuse to shoo away Yu Hou and the eunuchs who wanted to follow me, saying "I'll just take a look around", then skillfully avoided the hidden guards and attendants, hugging the inner wall as I made my way to the big tree I had spotted during the day. The view was great here, with branches and shadows providing cover, allowing me to sneak a peek at some mouth-watering sights: those beautiful people from Li Yuan and Yi Chun Fang, facing the bright moonlight, using my aphrodisiac, pulling down, opening, and lifting their clothes, touching, caressing, entwining, with tender words and gentle voices, an intoxicating and moving scene.
Unfortunately, after the crown prince went north, I had fewer people to use. Since the Xie Yuan incident, I have been using the name of observing as an adult must experience, half deceiving and half threateningly pulling down the younger brothers of Xiao Bai to commit crimes together, and at the same time giving me a chance to cover up. Several times, it was inevitable that someone would see us, and there were also excuses for studying. There were some people who didn't know how to behave, asking why they still had to climb walls and trees after learning, and I would explain with confidence, saying that in the Western countries, their customs are different, men and women like each other and get together, if someone has a crush on someone, they will go under their window at night, play the zither and sing loudly, if the listener is interested, they will open the door and let them climb over the wall to meet. I was just teaching them to be an example. The young wolves and future wolves who listened were amazed and praised me. Some of them suddenly realized that it's no wonder that the adults are familiar with many musical instruments. Others whispered to themselves that when they got back, they would make sure to guard their own doors tightly.
In the meantime, there was also a development, just about some female history, female music and today's inner collar color and other issues, opening up colorful heads of blog posts, but it wouldn't be uninteresting. Because I had Xiaoyu, this versatile insider, I could always take the lead, naturally winning more and losing less, joining forces to slaughter a bunch of IOUs from those imperial relatives, when I lost, it was just teaching them something new and interesting, when they lost, it was contributing gold, silver, treasures and precious goods, the most unfortunate one being the youngest son of King Qi, Nanling Gong, who lost everything, even pre-borrowing half a year's salary as a vassal on the IOU, in the end, Xiao Bai, who served as a witness, took a share of the profits and sighed, saying that these palace women and female historians had seen many before, but how come they didn't notice such feelings and emotions hidden inside.
In the midst of a thrilling and visually stunning experience, I was startled by a faint voice and nearly fell off the tree. After struggling to regain my balance, I finally managed to steady myself in an ungraceful position, with my head down and feet up. As I looked around, I saw my little sister Xiaoyu giggling at me. It was worth bringing those spoiled brats along on our adventures, filling them with food and laughter. Her pale face, once a picture of loneliness and despair after losing her family, had transformed into a rosy complexion, and she smiled at me with an air of familiarity and comfort.
She tilted her little head, gazing at me dazedly for a while before saying "Brother, what are you doing up there?" "Ah... uh... I'm looking at the moon." My brain spun around, "Are there many delicious things on the moon?" As soon as I flipped over and landed, I almost fell over again upon hearing this, "En... why..." I was taken aback, speechless. "Brother's drooling." I was dizzy, hastily wiping it away with my sleeve, "Ah... en... yes, it's really white, big, round, and beautiful... En... hum! Cute... rabbit."
"On the moon, of course, there are many good things, such as osmanthus trees that bloom in all four seasons, and jade rabbits like snowballs... Besides, apart from Wu Gang, a muscular man who made mistakes and chopped down trees every day, there is also a beautiful but not-so-innocent Chang'e sister on the moon. She stole the elixir of immortality from the Queen Mother of the West, that's why... Luckily, I managed to divert the topic and tell a story to get rid of this little guy."
The moon has sunk, the beautiful woman has gone, leaving behind a faint scent that seems to exist and yet not exist. However, I hear the soft and melancholic sound of the Xiao flute, its melody lingering and elegant. Who is it that still has the heart to play music in this chaotic escape? My interest is piqued, so I don't leave immediately.
Past the winding wall, across several courtyards, after passing through many hidden sentry posts and making a bow, there is a suddenly clear and bright * . Under the moonlight, the grass and trees are fragrant and swaying, with short fences and flower trees in between. Following the sound, it is that enchanting person who makes one's soul flutter. Wearing a purple shirt, crimson skirt, and white sleeves, she gently knocks on a shiny, moving jade flute with her slender hands and jade fingers, resting it against her lips which are as red as a cherry blossom. The faint moonlight shines on her calm and serene face, which is as smooth as jade and has no blemishes. Her eyebrows and eyes are like flowers, shining brightly; her hair is like silk, flowing with a blue-black sheen; her thin dress is like ice, yet soft and delicate, with a subtle fragrance. Her figure floats and sways, slender and elegant.
It only teaches people to fear the disturbance of this fog-like, dream-like fantasy realm that will disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye. That momentary loss of consciousness, even seeing the dazzling flying apsaras of Dunhuang for the first time, cannot compare to the shock of being deeply moved by Yang Guifei.
At this moment and scene, countless things surged in his heart like a tide, roaring and screaming as if about to burst out. He responded loudly:
"The east wind blows at night and scatters flowers from thousands of trees."
The wind blows stronger, and the stars fall like rain.
The fragrance of BMW cars fills the road.
The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot shines, and the fish and dragon dance for one night.
The moth's wings are like snow and willow, with golden threads.
Smiles and fragrance fade away.
Searching for him among the crowd of thousands and hundreds.
Suddenly turning back, that person is still there, in the dimly lit place.
In that scene, a person moved, and the jade-like face appeared with an indescribable expression. Beautiful eyes flowed with light, gazing over as if spring water was flowing warmly, refreshing my heart. I felt extremely excited and started singing Zhang Xin Zhe's "White Moonlight".
"White Moonlight."
Deep down inside
So bright
But so cold
Everyone
Everyone has a sad story
Want to hide
The more you try to hide it, the more it will be exposed
Moonlight
To the ends of the earth
In mind
But not by one's side
Wipe dry
Your tears at that time
The road is too long
Can't forgive even if I want to
You are mine
Unspeakable hurt
Want to forget
Can't help but think back again
Like an exile
All the way down
Your binding
Cannot be released
Moonlight
To the ends of the horizon
More perfect
The more I feel lonely
Wipe dry
Tears in memories
The road is too long
How to compensate
You are mine
Unspeakable hurt
Want to forget
Can't help but think back again
Like an exile
All the way down
Your bondage
Cannot be released
Moonlight
Deep down inside
So bright
But so cold
Everyone
Everyone has a sad story
Want to hide
But in growth
。。。。。
This was obviously a bit too explicit, and she was startled like a wounded rabbit. In an instant, she recognized me, then remembered something, and her delicate face suddenly turned bright red with shame, burning as if it were about to bleed. She hastily turned around and ran away, knocking over objects and letting out a pained hum.
Then there were several surprised voices "Ah" "A Man, what's wrong with you?" The soft and sweet voice said "Your Majesty forgive me, the Queen forgive me, I..." It turned out that there was someone else in the room.
I secretly thought it was bad, the books were in disarray, as if I had disturbed someone, especially the voice of the old emperor inside, "Who's there?" It was indeed the majestic voice of the old emperor. "Minister Liang Xiaoming pays his respects to Your Majesty." "Come in and speak." "Yes, sir."
Inside, there was originally another world, with several brocade stools scattered about. In the center sat the old emperor and Yang Guifei sitting tightly together. Gao Lishi stood behind them with his hands hanging down, while Dong Lanqing, Mr. Dong, and others sat beside them. Several brand new musical instruments were displayed on a case, clearly indicating that my sudden arrival had ruined their music performance.
Although it's not the first time we've met, every time I see Yang Taizhen, it's still as shocking and moving as the first time, with an uncontrollable flush of excitement and a racing heart. The only progress is that I can try my best not to show it on my face.
He hastily bowed his head and apologized, carefully observing that the revered one didn't seem to be very angry. With a keen interest, he gazed at me for half a moment before speaking up, saying "Liáng Qīng is also a sentimental person, I see."
I have just calmed down and thought "Your humble servant has indeed been presumptuous"
"Suddenly turning back, that person is still there, in the dim light of the lamps." The old emperor turned his head left and right, repeatedly savoring it for a moment "Your family has good literary talent, you have such learning, what crime do you have? It's just that this poetic style seems... unheard of in our dynasty"
I thought to myself, what a load of nonsense. The Song Dynasty's poetry is of course from several hundred years ago, yet he still humbly says that this is something learned from outside the realm, a careless scribble. Then, with a guilty conscience, he explains the principles behind the Song Dynasty's poetry, the rules governing its structure and style. What about the birth of odd and even numbers, the harmony of yin and yang? The people listening all nodded in agreement, praising it as ingenious and exquisite, uniquely brilliant.
I couldn't help but sigh at my own misfortune, having to recite some poem or other. The old emperor was extremely interested in this and specially ordered a poetic response, so I had to rack my brains to come up with something. This old emperor was a rare talent of great ability and broad learning, his poetry even when describing the moon had a grandeur that inspired awe, while others' poems were also each excellent in their own way, refined and ingenious. Alas, it was only me who suffered, racking my brains to think of suitable lines, sweating profusely as I tried to come up with something, and still having to worry about finding the right rhyme for the response... Ugh, what an expression!
The more I think about it, the more I have some malicious associations. If hundreds of years later, Su Shi and Ouyang Xiu's works are published with great effort, only to be accused of plagiarizing my masterpieces, it would be a wronged situation that makes me want to cry without tears.
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come to an end? How much of past events can be known?
The small building heard the spring rain last night
Homeland meets spring again
。。。
The sound of carving and polishing is still there
Only the complexion changes
。。。。
How much sorrow can you have?
Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
This is the work of Southern Tang's last emperor, who lost his country and was imprisoned. It obviously struck a chord in their hearts, moving many people to a state of trance, as if they had been struck by lightning and were stunned like wooden chickens, immersed in this atmosphere. Yang Guifei was even more melancholic, murmuring "The sound of carved railings and jade is still there... only the vermilion face has changed..." with tears shining in her eyes.
The old emperor looked at me with a complex expression, his heart racing like a drum, and sighed "I didn't think you were also someone who understands the mind"
That old emperor was even more surprised than the others, as he was known for his many talents and accomplishments in history, being called "sexually vigorous, skilled in riding and shooting, knowledgeable about music and astronomy". He had a wide range of social connections from an early age, and both his literary and military abilities were outstanding. At a glance, he could see the extraordinary and mysterious qualities of these poems, which swept away the prevailing Six Dynasties style of poetry that emphasized beautiful language and ornate expressions, and was also different from the simple and clear style of the contemporary regulated verse and miscellaneous sentences. The tone of the poems rose and fell greatly, with a style that was as unpredictable as a heavenly horse galloping through the air, sometimes majestic and powerful, sometimes gentle and moving, with no fixed pattern or structure, whether in terms of literary craftsmanship or the level of meaning, they were all outstanding, yet unique and unconventional. (A collection of nonsense, even if you rack your brains, you can't think of anything like it.)
This is not the most important thing, the key is that wonderful new poetic form - Ci, has already broken out of the category of poetry and rhythm in this world, and has become a unique new literary style that has never been seen before. It has already created a new trend in the poetry world, leading to a new generation of leaders, and has opened up a new school of thought. (Nonsense, all these words are the eternal famous sayings of past dynasties' masters, please let's mourn for Su Shi and Ouyang Xiu, because it's hard to imagine that in the near future, Song Ci will become Tang-Song Ci, and those born later will have to call the protagonist the ancestor of Song Ci)
Regarding the kind intentions of Xin Jin and others, I am truly grateful and moved. Unfortunately, I'm just an amateur with many miscellaneous things to attend to, and my grand goal of 20,000 characters a day is still difficult for me to achieve at present. All I can say is sorry.
Regarding the Battle of Hei Ruo Si mentioned by classmate 4955, it actually took place over a decade ago. As for Gao Xianzhi, he was executed along with Feng Changqing after the Luoyang Defense War due to his poor performance in battle.
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