allonlinenovel Chapter 1063 May the four seas be at peace, and the world be close to each other
Chapter 1063 May the four seas be at peace, and the world be close to each other
The bonfire was burning brightly and crackling.
After a few drinks, the writers became more and more excited and began to compose poems and couplets on the theme of "Spring Dawn".
When it was Huang Xingyue's turn, he took out two celadon wine cups and gently tapped them together, producing a clear melody.
In the flickering firelight, he sang a tune in a low voice: "You are like a peach in March, and I am protecting the peach branches. Don't let the evening wind blow you away, before you break my waist. I also pray that the rain will not make noise, and the sun will be just right. If anyone asks, just say it is the bird that carries spring, bringing thousands of red threads, all tied to the corners of your clothes, and the red will never fade year after year."
Before the lingering rhythm had faded, everyone was already clapping and praising the performance.
The firelight illuminated Huang Xingyue's slightly tipsy face. The pair of wine cups were still tinkling between his fingers, like the sound of a spring brook.
"We have this kind of ditty in our Liang country, too." For a moment, the people of Liang also began to sing the ditty.
Some sing "You are like the first traces of snow, and I am the warm lamp in the corridor", while others sing "You are like the moon on the eaves, and I am the snow on the tiles".
Folk songs from all over the country are heard one after another.
Wu Yanqing suddenly stood up and picked up a bamboo flute. The moonlight soaked his pale knuckles, and the sound of the flute flowed faintly from between his fingers. It was the song "Green Willow Branches".
Wei Pingting took a look and urged, "Zhu Tou Jiu, go and sing a song. We in the North Wing must not fall behind, hurry up."
Zhu Tou Jiu listened to his wife the most. He stood up and asked Bei Hui, "Where is my guqin?"
Bei Hui turned around and asked Hong Que, who said, "I'll get it."
After a moment, amid the melodious flute sounds and local folk songs, Emperor Wen Xuan suddenly lifted his fingertips, and a string of clear overtones flowed out on the guqin.
He was playing "Yangchun Baixue" but deliberately slowed down the piece by half a beat to blend in with the rhythm of "Liushaoqing", just like willow catkins blowing in the wind and white snow reflecting the sun.
The river surface is dotted with stars, and the sky is stained with the moon. Around the campfire, laughter and praises are heard one after another, and it is hard to tell whether they are from Liang or Beiyi.
This is what the world should be like. No matter where you come from, no matter north or south.
What's leaping on the strings is not only the notes, but also the connected emotions; what's rippling in the wine glass is not only the fine wine, but also the kindness that needs no words.
The bonfire illuminated the world, and also illuminated the simplest wish in the hearts of the emperor and empress: May peace reign over the world and may all people be close to each other.
When the show was over, Huang Xingyue had drunk a little too much. She staggered towards Tang Xinghe and stuffed a piece of paper into his hand. "Here you go. Your mother asked me to write this for you. Take it and use it to comfort your sweetheart."
Tang Xinghe blushed, supported him with one hand, picked up the letter with the other hand, and read it in the light of the unburned campfire.
The book says: Spring is in full swing when the red magpies fly, combing their feathers on the branches, shaking off thousands of clouds. Who spread the rouge on the painting? It makes people mistake the flowers for blooming. I wish the gods would show their wisdom: "Don't let the wind blow hard, don't let the green plums shrink. Let the red corners of your skirt remain, so that we can shine together year after year."
This! It's clearly a poetic version of the little tune just now.
Tang Xinghe whispered, "Thank you, Master Huang."
Huang Xingyue laughed, "I took the money from your mother! Don't worry, this little poem is yours alone." He patted Tang Xinghe's shoulder heavily, "General Tang, don't waste this beautiful spring time..."
As he spoke, he sang the little tune again, "You are like a peach in March, and I am the one protecting the peach branches. To prevent the evening wind from blowing you away, you first bend my waist... clang clang..."
The emperor and empress's carriage was getting farther and farther away from Wangshi Beach and gradually disappeared into the night.
Tang Xinghe sent Lord Huang to the carriage and then turned back, just in time to see Hong Que directing people to pack up.
He squeezed the paper in his hand, and finally put it into his sleeve, then walked forward and called her softly, "Little Red Magpie..."
Upon hearing this, Hong Que took a half step back, folded his hands in front of his abdomen, and performed a very standard bowing ceremony.
The hem of her dark blue skirt swayed gently in the night breeze, just like a subtle arc of ink on rice paper.
"General Tang." She lowered her eyebrows and called softly, her voice three points lighter than the wind blowing through the willow branches.
As she bowed, a silver hairpin in her hair trembled slightly, casting tiny streams of light in the moonlight, just like the fleeting complex look in her eyes at that moment.
This ceremony was too formal, revealing a sense of deliberately maintaining distance. "May I ask you for anything?"
Tang Xinghe's throat was dry, and he suddenly chuckled, just like he did when he teased cats and dogs, "Little Red Magpie, marry me. You see, you are not young anymore, and my family has been urging you to marry me every year..."
Before he could finish his words, Ma Chuyang and Chi Shuang, who were not far away, had already covered their eyes.
"My brother is crazy." Ma Chuyang was very disappointed with his brother.
Chi Shuang nodded, “It’s really hard for my godmother to drink this cup of daughter-in-law tea.”
Ma Chuyang agreed, "Exactly. My brother is good at training soldiers, but he is far worse than me in this aspect."
Chi Shuang raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
Ma Chuyang smiled shamelessly, "My mother wrote to ask when you are willing to marry me. She has even prepared the betrothal gifts."
Chi Shuang frowned, "When did I say I wanted to marry you?"
"Look, you're not young anymore..." Ma Chuyang knew something bad was going to happen as soon as he finished speaking.
As expected, Chi Shuang turned around and left.
"Hey, Miss Chi... I said the wrong thing. I was influenced by my brother... Miss Chi, Miss Chi, please listen to my excuse... I didn't mean that..."
Hong Que looked at Ma Chuyang's panicked back as he chased after Chi Shuang, and couldn't help but chuckle. After laughing, she ignored Tang Xinghe and continued to direct people to pack up.
Tang Xinghe just stood there, stroking the letter in his sleeve a few times, and finally watched Hongque get on the carriage with eager eyes.
He caught up.
Hong Que lifted the curtain, and her clear voice became a little deeper, "General Tang, am I in your dream?"
Tang Xinghe was stunned.
Hong Que smiled faintly and said, "I have never dreamed about General Tang either." After saying that, she lowered the curtain and stopped talking.
The carriage went farther and farther away, and Tang Xinghe felt lost.
Ma Chuyang had come up to him at some point and sighed, "What on earth are the girls thinking? None of them are willing to get married. Are they unwilling to marry us, or do they not want to get married in the first place?"
Tang Xinghe glanced at him, "Is there any difference?"
"Yes, and no." Ma Chuyang put his hand on Tang Xinghe's shoulder, "Brother, forget it if they don't want to marry, we can just live on our own."
"Get lost!" Tang Xinghe yelled, but he didn't get rid of Ma Chuyang. Ever since he dreamed that Ma Chuyang died in his arms, he was always worried that he wouldn't live long.
Three days later, Shi Anxia was crowned as the empress in Qingyu Palace.
At the right time, the rituals and music were singing together, and the emperor's royal palace handed down the system and awarded the golden book and phoenix seal.
At that time, Anxia wore a Yi robe and a Zhai hat, and performed the ceremony of six silences, three kneelings and three bows in front of the red steps. The ceremonial guards were like clouds, and all the officials bowed their heads.
After the ceremony, the emperor and empress went to the Taimiao together in a chariot to offer sacrifices. The smoke from the sky went straight up to the sky to comfort the ancestors.
At noon, the ceremony of enthroning the prince continued.
Cen Ce wore a crimson gauze robe with dragon pattern and received the golden book and imperial seal in front of the emperor.
With his tender hands he steadily took the jade sceptre symbolizing the crown prince's position, and performed the ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows amid the singing of praises by the ceremonial officials.
The officials of the Eastern Palace knelt down to welcome the new master, and the red lacquered palace gate slowly opened amid the sound of ritual music. From now on, the child would begin to practice the art of being an emperor in this nine-story palace.