On the Mid-Autumn Night of the Song Dynasty, looking up at the osmanthus in the moon, smelling the fragrance of osmanthus, and drinking a cup of osmanthus honey wine has become a kind of beautiful enjoyment for the festival. Although you cannot get meat and fish in the temple and cannot eat autumn crabs, the vegetarian banquet at Jiqing Temple is also good, and the vegetables are delivered one by one. There must be singing and dancing in the palace when there is a banquet. In addition to the kabuki guises in the Jiaofangsi, the girls also took turns to play, but there were also constant music.

"Sister Su thought this was singing?" Even in his previous life, Zhao Bing only watched the singing and dancing, and he didn't know the meaning of it without reading the introduction. This is even more so in classical dance. He turned his face and asked Su Lan who was serving behind him.

"Your Majesty, I have little knowledge, so how dare I comment on noble people?" Su Lan poured wine for the little emperor with a pot and said with a chuckling.

"Sister has always been modest. I have heard my sister play the piano and sing. Even I, who knows nothing, thinks it is better than theirs!" Zhao Bing smashed the wine and ate the dishes again.

"Your Majesty, don't be honest, how can I enter the grand ceremony of elegance by my maid!" Su Lan said with a smile, but looked at the dishes on the table but frowned, "Your Majesty should be more elegant and not clean the dishes."

"Since welcoming the Empress Dowager in the morning, and then accompanying him to pay tribute to the Empress Dowager. The Empress Dowager wants to fast for one day to show filial piety, I can only accompany him. He only ate half a piece of mooncake for the moon meal, and asked the other one to snatch the rest. Today's dishes are only enough for two bites!" Zhao Bing glanced at the empty plate on the meal table and said with a wry smile.

"Your Majesty..." Su Lan sighed helplessly at the little emperor. With her understanding of the little emperor, the dishes on the plate were only half of what she usually did, and it was mostly her intentional one. As for what purpose she had, she had not figured out, but she would never be aimless in thinking about it.

"Okay, I understand!" Zhao Bing immediately softened his heart when he saw his appearance. He nodded and turned to Chen Shu and changed the subject, "Miss Chen, although this osmanthus honey wine cannot be drunk too much. Be careful of being scolded when you get drunk!"

"I can't. I can drink a small jar of this wine alone!" Chen Shu turned her face and smiled.

"Hey, they all sing and dance. You are so lively, why do you perform one?" Zhao Bing asked in the venue.

"They are also called singing and dancing. They are too inferior. I won't be ugly with them!" Chen Shu said disdainfully.

"You said that they can't do it. I think you don't know anything, but you're afraid of making a fool of yourself." Zhao Bing said with a smile.

"No! Your Majesty underestimates people." Chen Shu immediately became anxious and said with a glaring eyes and pouting.

"I have known you for so many years, but I have never seen you sing or dancing. How can I underestimate you? It's obvious that I haven't seen you!" Zhao Bing spread his hands and said seriously.

"you……"

"Miss Chen, Your Majesty is deliberately teasing you, don't pay attention to him." Su Lan saw the two of them quarrel, and Chen Shu was anxious and hurriedly rescued His Majesty.

"Oh, this girl Wang dances very well!" As she spoke, Wang Yu came on stage to perform a dance, and Zhao Bing's eyes were immediately attracted.

Of course, with Zhao Bing's aesthetic level, it is absolutely impossible to tell what dance is dancing, but it is still beautiful and ugly, especially the long legs that I have been looking forward to. But Wang Yu's dance skirt is narrow and thin, and the skirt is lifted up to the breasts. A gentle and transparent gauze coat is covered with a snow-white skin and pink strapless bra.

Although the clothes are simple and not too much decoration, they perfectly outline their perfect curves and set off their long legs. They also have a kind of elegant and luxurious beauty, just like the artistic conception of "slowly tied up the silk skirt and half-exposed breasts" in Tang poetry. The long legs, butts, the perfect tall figure with bulging front and back are extremely lethal to every man, not to mention Zhao Bing, a two-year-old bachelor, but he feels that this beauty is noble and unbearable for blasphemy.

Wang Yu did not choose the traditional group dance, but solo dance. She danced gracefully in the music, and the rhythm of the dance also went from slow to fast. The dance posture was light and soft, gentle, warm and elegant, graceful and soothing. The wonderful rotation was like snowflakes dancing, and the agile moving forward was like a frightened dragon. The beautiful girl could not tell the beauty of her dancing sleeves, and the dancing sleeves fluttered in the wind with all kinds of charm. Her hanging hands were as beautiful as willow stockings. When the dance skirt floated up slanted, it was like white clouds rising. It was natural to say that they raised their legs and jumped and rotated.

In Zhao Bing's eyes, although dance is not as charming as his familiar modern dance style of shaking his chest and showing his long legs, twisting his waist and showing his butt, Wang Yu can always combine coordination and elegance to the extreme, and expressing the constantly changing movements as harmoniously as it makes it impossible to feel abrupt, reflecting another kind of graceful beauty, which deeply attracts him, and has a sense of intimacy immediately embracing him in his arms.

"Your Majesty, Miss Wang has finished jumping!"

"Oh, okay, I'll give you wine!" After the song ended, Zhao Bing was intoxicated. He woke up after receiving Su Lan's reminder. He applauded and asked someone to give you wine.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Wang Yu squatted with her hands hanging down and bowed.

"No gift!" As he squatted, his graceful figure showed his full shape. Zhao Bing couldn't help but get up and raise his hand, licked his lips and said.

"Your Majesty, do you ask Miss Wang to accompany you?" But seeing Wang Yu returning to the seat with the imperial wine he gave, the little emperor's eyes were still on him, Su Lan asked softly.

"No need, have I lost my composure?" Zhao Bing turned his face and smiled. He also realized that he must have looked like a pig brother just now, and he was almost bleeding and drooling. He could only secretly exonerate his hero's sadness to pass the beauty. However, he was still calm in his face when facing the enemy army, but he did not expect that when he saw the beauty today, he could not control it and showed his timidity. He could still use his good dance to cover it up. If he brought the hat of the lustful person to drink, he would be sure to wear it.

"It's okay." Su Lan replied expressionlessly.

"Yeah." Zhao Bing was relieved after hearing this. Su Lan said it was okay, which means that he did not show any ugly appearance. But he felt something was wrong. Just now, his voice seemed to be filled with a slight slightest feeling. He immediately found that the problem was much more serious. After Wang Yu danced, no one in the audience dared to take the initiative to perform, and the nerves of his eyes looked at him were filled with resentment. Thinking about the fact that there were many beautiful girls in front of him who showed off his skills and did not even say goodbye. Now he applauded and gave wine, which obviously caused public anger, or Yuzhe felt that his skills were not as good as others and did not dare to play.

"Looking at her complacentness, it's really annoying. Only Sister Su can suppress her!" Sure enough, Chen Shu couldn't hold back her anger at first, but she realized that she was no match and began to encourage Su Lan to play.

"Miss Chen, I don't have to show my ugly skills!" Su Lan smiled and politely refused.

"Then let it be arrogant? One dance makes tens of thousands of horses silence!" Chen Shu said anxiously after hearing this, but there was no way.

"I haven't heard my sister play the piano for a long time, so I showed my skills today, so that these people know that there is not anyone in my inner palace!" Zhao Bing actually felt that Wang Yu was not as ignorant as Chen Shu said, and she was still very low-key. But Shu'er felt that she was dissatisfied with her and she didn't like her. And he was actually helping her to speak for her.

"Since Your Majesty has the will, how dare I not obey it!" Su Lan bowed her head and said, "I still want to bother Miss Chen and Miss Li with Xiao and Flu, I hope Your Majesty will be sure!"

"Okay, I'll play the flute, Sister Li plays the flute." Before the little emperor could reply, Chen Shu was already impatient to make decisions for him.

"What do Miss Li think?" Zhao Bing really didn't know whether Li Sanniang could play the flute, so he looked at Li Sanniang and asked.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to play a song with the two girls!" Li Sanniang said with a slight tribute.

"Okay, I'm in trouble!" Zhao Bing nodded, but was still nervous. He was relieved of Su Lan. He was from an official family, had received education in this area, and had received strict training in Pu Mansion, so his skills were naturally good. But those two had not seen them touch them for so many years, so he naturally felt unsure.

"The tide of the spring river is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides. The rippling waves are thousands of miles away. Where is the spring river without bright moon! The river flows around the fragrant land, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests are like sludge; the frost flows in the sky and cannot be seen on the white sand on the ground..." Zhao Bing exuded a nervous look and a surprised look, the three of them entered the venue, Su Lan took a seat with her pipa in her hand, and Chen and Li stood left and right. Su Lan gently plucked the strings of the piano and made a sonorous sound, and then the sound of the flute rose with it. For a moment, the sound of the flute rolled softly and the artistic conception was profound, and Xiao and the pipa were played low and melodious. After the prelude, Su Lan opened her red lips and the singing sounded.

Zhao Bing immediately heard from the lyrics that Su Lan sang the famous "Spring River Flower Moon Night" written by Zhang Ruoxu on the Yangtze River. It has been sung for thousands of years. I don’t know how many people’s hearts have flowed into the hearts of many people and become an eternal classic. The current song is gentle, sighing and singing three times, and every word it spits is soaked with a beautiful taste. The beauty of Jiangnan and the eternal poems are softly integrated into the meticulous and simple melody and the smooth and changeable rhythm. It seems that in an instant, people are brought into the beautiful scenery composed of the intoxicating bright moon, the rippling river water, the clean sky, and the white sand on the ground.

"The river and sky are all without dust, and the lonely moon in the bright sky. Who sees the moon on the river for the first time? When will the moon shine on the river? Life has been endless for generations, and the moon looks similar every year. I don't know who the moon is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water..." Su Lan's singing was not exciting or bold. The gentle pipa string sounded a quiet air, and a landscape painting of the most beautiful life gradually unfolded: in the evening of the evening drum, the sunset is sent away, and the moon is sent away in the full moon, people drove a light boat and wandered on the calm spring river. The green mountains on both sides are green, and the flowers are filled with shadows; the waves on the water surface are swaying, and the oars are adding sounds.

At this moment, Zhao Bing felt that it sounded nice, and the sound of the flute was like water. When he closed his eyes, he heard it, it was clear, gentle, and a little stagnant in his melodiousness, like a brief hint of joy in his sleep in his dream. The sound of the flute was loud, as if it came from a sound outside the sky, so beautiful that it made people yearn for that kind of ethereality. Every plucking of the pipa string seemed to make every nerve on his body tremble. It actually made him immerse himself in it quickly.

"The white clouds are gone, and the green maple sways are so sad. Who has a small boat tonight? Where can I miss the bright moon tower? The poor moon wanders up the building, and it should shine on the mirror platform of the people... The river flows and spring is about to end, and the moon sets in the river pond is setting and slanting westward. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the infinite road of Jieshi Xiaoxiang."

Zhao Bing cannot understand the rhythm and cannot hear any changes in the melody, but when that beautiful rhythm spreads in his ears - high-pitched, low-retard; melodious, exciting - his heart will also be turbulent. The sound of the flute continues to float in the air. Compared with the clear and loud flute, the sound of the flute is more soothing and deep. It is mixed with the sound of the pipa and Su Lan's singing, and it is like the person on the boat singing, expressing the joy of people enjoying the night trip to the fullest.

The three people in the field also seemed to be integrated into it. Su Lan is the best time for a woman, more mature and steady than Chen Shu, and because she has been in the palace for a long time, she has more indescribable charm than Li Sanniang. What surprised Zhao Bing was that Shu'er, who had always been unable to sit still, was graceful in the field at this time. Because the flute had to be blown upright, she lowered her head slightly and danced lightly between the flute body, showing her simple and implicit and unpretentious side.

Li Sanniang's performance at this time also made Zhao Bing look at her differently. Her appearance can only be considered to be the highest among the girls. The hot springs of Qiongzhou and her long-term military life made it difficult for her skin to remain as white as others, and she inevitably lost a lot of color. In addition, her origin in Lidong made Li Sanniang feel inferior in the palace, but at this time, the flute was in her hand, as if she had found confidence on the battlefield. Not only did she cooperate with them, but she also showed her profound cultural literacy. Her bright eyes were staring ahead, but she seemed to have lingering sadness in her eyes...

The music is graceful and graceful, with smooth and varied rhythms, and the ornaments are crystal clear. Although sad, they are still light; although sighing is always light; sad but not hurt, resentment but not messy. It makes people feel endless aftertaste. It makes people's emotions suddenly rise and fall, just like the shadows of flowers swaying in the water, as if they merge into the artistic conception of fishing boat breaking through the water, the river water slapped the table, and the waves splashed. I saw the light boat gradually fading away, and the river sky was a quiet night. The deep and beautiful world of art was specially hidden in a confused atmosphere, like a hid in an ethereal and confused moonlight, attracting the audience to explore the true meaning of beauty.

Zhao Bing felt that while he saw the charming scenery of the Spring River Flower Moon Night, he also triggered a sigh of infinity of the universe and short life. So much so that at the end of the song, he felt that he was still unfinished, hoping that the song would continue forever, endlessly and endlessly. However, he soon discovered that it was not the only one who felt that he had on the scene. Others seemed to be immersed in it and it was difficult to break free. Perhaps this was the difference between the depth of artistic cultivation! Think about it, if he lived together with a group of concubines full of artistic cells in the future, would he often show his timidity and make them laugh!
Chapter completed!