Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 400: The Old Rhyme of Colorful Clothes

At dusk, the lanterns of Feiyunpo light up one after another, dyeing the red lacquer columns of Heyu Teahouse into flowing clouds. Lin Huan stepped over the wet water marks on the bluestone slabs with an umbrella, and the Suzhou embroidery pattern of "plum blossoms reflecting snow" on the umbrella surface moved lightly with his steps, startling a series of clear rings from the copper bells on the eaves. Zhongli's teacup was filled with white mist in the elegant seat on the second floor, and the rhythm of his knuckles tapping on the rosewood table matched the rise and fall of Yunjin's sleeves in the "Lin Nang" when she was trying to sing.

"Sir, you've been waiting for a long time." Lin Huan lowered his eyes and pulled his robes together. When his wide sleeves fell, he revealed a half-broken bamboo flute. The butterfly string tied to the end of the flute was exactly the same as the one taught by an old father five hundred years ago. Zhongli's eyes were gilded and he pushed a plate of almond tofu over. There were three cat-claw-shaped candies embedded in the rock patterns of the stacked sugar icing. "The new work of Master Yun, "The Disaster of the Colorful Clothes", is about the old stories of Qingce Village."

The strings suddenly burst like broken jade, and Yun Jin spun to the stage to the beat of the drums. The light reflected by the kingfisher headpiece swept across the elegant seats, startling the wind vortex in Lin Huan's sleeves and dispersing it out of control, revealing the veins of star silver on the blue brick floor.

“What a wonderful resonance!” Yun Jin’s sleeves entangled Lin Huan’s sight, and the lyrics suddenly changed to the ancient tune of “Gui Li Yuan”, “Just like that snowy night, the fairy unicorn stepped on the glass mirror and broke it——” The phoenix eyes swept across the cat hair at the end of the flute, and a smile soaked the rouge-colored eyes.

Zhongli tapped the lid of his cup lightly on the rim, causing two pieces of kinpeikan to fall out: "Mr. Yun has a keen eye. The owner of this bamboo flute always likes to listen to music on the beam of the Hall of Rebirth." The reflection of the tea soup showed an image of a silver-gray cat curled up on the beam of the stage, its claws unconsciously hooking and breaking a string.

Lin Huan's ears were flushed with red. Her fingertips stroked the holes of the flute, and the flowing wind condensed into notes that floated in the air, completing the missing seventh note in Yun Jin's aria: "The mirror is not a mirror, the calamity is not a calamity, it turns out to be a hairpin left behind by an old friend." The melody startled the whole room to cheer, and the copper bells on the eaves responded by playing a variation of "Picking Wild Wheat" - that was clearly the out-of-tune version that Hu Tao practiced last night.

When the gong sounded during the intermission, Yun Jin took off the red silk from her wrist and tied it to Lin Huan's flute. The inner layer of the silk was embroidered with Inazuma thunder patterns, and the stitches were embedded with Liyue rock crystals: "In the winter of the previous year, a silver cat brought me a broken jade hairpin." She pointed her finger at the new glazed lily in Lin Huan's hair, "and yours... they are like twins."

Zhongli suddenly spread his sleeves and brushed across the tea table. In the steaming heat, the scene of Xizhi secretly gnawing on the hairpin emerged. The cat's teeth had left fine marks on the glass hairpin, which were then quietly repaired by the rock elemental power.

"Naughty." The emperor sighed with indulgence and pushed half a piece of spicy cold cake in front of Lin Huan. "The hall master said that this thing can calm the itchy claws of a greedy cat."

When the finale of "Leisurely Wandering in the Earthly World" reached the line "The Immortal is Drunk on the Glazed Couch", Lin Huan's flute suddenly collided with Yun Jin's singing. The melody of rock and thunder tore through the illusion of the stage, revealing the rock battlefield scenery behind the scenes that had not been replaced yet - the broken sword inserted diagonally in the scorched earth was the relic that Bo Yang had used to block the fatal blow for her.

Amid the uproar in the room, Lin Huan's sleeves rolled up like clouds hanging from the sky. The butterfly at the end of the flute flapped its wings and flew up, and the scattered phosphorus powder condensed into the terraced fields of Qingce Village, instantly covering the ruined battlefield. Yun Jin's sleeves took the opportunity to roll away the broken sword prop, and pinned it on her temples to turn it into a newly added gilded hairpin.

"What a great trick of 'stealing the sky and changing the day'!" Yun Jin turned around to take her bow, and the pearls of her hairpin brushed across the back of Lin Huan's hand. "Tomorrow we will rehearse 'The Legend of the Immortal Lin'. Could you please give me some advice on the sword dance in the third act?"

The sudden rain had just stopped when he left. Zhongli's umbrella passed over the reflection of the stage in the water, and the water reflected two figures holding umbrellas - the image of the young fairy who stole the dress of Master Hu five hundred years ago, and the overlapping of Lin Huan's clothes wet by the rain at this moment. "Yun Jin's broken jade hairpin..." The emperor suddenly stopped, and the rock imprint on the blue brick drew the afterimage of the silver cat running away with the hairpin in its mouth.

Lin Huan tilted her umbrella handle slightly, and the rain curtain blocked the hustle and bustle of the world. She looked at the newly inscribed poem on the teahouse couplet, "Silver saddle, cat playing with the moon", and suddenly chuckled: "If Xingqiu knew that his doggerel was hung here..." Her words were interrupted by the silver cat that jumped down from the eaves. The cat squatted on Zhongli's shoulder with familiarity, and the golden bell on the tip of its tail rang in the same rhythm as the silver bell on Lin Huan's wrist.

"It seems that the hall master has withheld the dried fish again." Zhongli scratched the cat's chin, but his eyes fell on the lingering scar behind Lin Huan's ear. The cat suddenly pounced into Lin Huan's arms, and the moment its paw pad pressed against the rock pattern on her collar, Yun Jin's clear voice came from the direction of the stage:

"——It turns out that the various performances of the immortals are not as warm as the fireworks of the human world."

When the fragrance of the colorful flowers filled the long street, the cat in Lin Huan's arms had turned into smoke and disappeared. Only half a strand of silver-gray fur was left clinging to the butterfly net of the flute, which was plated into eternal golden thread by the twilight.

(The next day, "Liyue Anecdotes" reported: The Heyu Teahouse was surprised to see two fairies listening to music! Witnesses said they saw a flute flying out of the sleeves of a guest official in the Wangsheng Hall to complete the singing of Master Yun, and a silver cat squatted on the emperor's shoulder to beat the rhythm. The shopkeeper was rewarded by Ningguang for his couplet "Silver saddle, cat playing with the moon" - when the poet Xingqiu learned about it, he hung a notice at the door of Feiyun Chamber of Commerce overnight saying "The writing fee will be returned a thousand times.")