【狂连】Taiyin

When the palace summoned Yimulian, he was sitting in the small gazebo on the rain-praying platform, flipping through a tattered book.The Rain Prayer Terrace is a temple of heaven built by the royal family. It is more than a dozen miles away from the imperial palace. It deviates from the busiest place and falls outside the city. There are few people and no guests.

His position as an envoy to pray for rain can be regarded as an official position, but he is a forgotten idler. People in high positions will think of him.This almost deserted rain praying platform can come in handy.

The old emperor abdicated, and the new emperor came in. His single name was a wild character. He was quite young, but I heard that he had outstanding talents and was also very beautiful.

But in today's season, the weather is good and the world is peaceful. What is he going to do to summon himself?

He drove the car slowly to the palace, parked outside the palace, asked the palace people to look after him, and walked to the main hall by himself.

Turning around the large embroidered gold screen standing in front of the hall, Yimulian raised his head and did not move.

In the center of the main hall sat a man, staring at him carefully.

This was the first time he met the new emperor.

He was very young indeed—something between a boy and a man,

His facial features are straightened, his hair is pitch black, and the boundaries between black and white eyeballs are clear.Even sitting, you can see that he is tall and tall.

It was time for the sun to set, and the smoke-yellow sunlight slanted and shone in clusters from the main entrance.

The back of the emperor is covered with layers of soft silk with a wavy luster, making the throne look like a bright stage.

The palace was empty, and all but the two of them, and the gilded stage, fell in bleak shadows, and everything in the palace was old and full of old, decayed wood aroma.

He knelt down on the ground in front of him slowly, and whispered word by word:

"Prayer for the rain, Yimulian...Come on."

Yimulian realized his own fear, his knees trembled slightly, his neck hung down, his eyes were looking at the ground, and his hair was draped over his back like a net: it was a gesture of vigilance, waiting for orders.

Huang seemed to be meditating, and seemed to be making some major resolution, but he didn't speak for a long time.

His gaze flicked over Yimulian's shoulders, and then lightly landed on the bright yellow light spot behind him. He wavered, and waited for a long time for Yimulian, but he raised his head carefully when he couldn't wait for an answer.For a moment, their eyes met, and they blinked hurriedly.

"I have two things to tell you," he said suddenly.

Ichimulian's heart was pounding, prompting him to continue listening.

"The first thing is that you don't have to continue to be a rainmaker."

He raised his head, the news came too suddenly, he didn't seem to understand what he meant, and remained motionless.

"I will find someone else from the Taiyin tribe to take up this position, so you won't have to stay in that remote place from now on."

There was a dull pain in his chest, and he was silent for a long time, then he said shyly:

"His Majesty……"

The second thing is that I want you to be my empress.The most official wife of the new emperor.

He interrupted him hastily, leaned down, stared at him, and spoke quickly.

It's a pity that at that time, Yimulian didn't notice the panic and urgency in his tone, and he didn't know where his nervousness and shyness came from. ——He didn't understand what he said at first, and looked at the young emperor with wide eyes, the shape of his lips was still the shape of the ending of the word "Your Majesty" just said.

After a few seconds, he gradually came back to his senses, his expression gradually shrank between his brows, his shoulders were as cold and stiff as a dead corpse.

Huang said that he had already made all the preparations, and no one dared to object. He only needed to reply, and then he could choose a date for the marriage.

Yimulian knelt in the setting sun, his back was hot from the sun, but his body was sweating coldly, he looked around blankly, unable to put on a suitable expression and face.

After waiting for a long time, the cold scene could no longer last, the silence in the hall was magnified countless times, and the silence also turned into noise.

——He could hear Huang's confusion and anger, he could see the fine dust flying in the golden afterglow before him, and he could feel the people on the stage silently looking at his body in the afterglow. This young man The emperor waited as patiently as possible for his answer.

When Yimulian raised his head again, the expression on his face was very different.

The surprised and stiff posture on his body has completely disappeared, and the original stubborn expression reappeared on his face.

"minister……"

He slowly fell down on the ground in front of him, got up again, fell down slowly again, and bowed three times.

"...obey the order."

The two stood side by side, dressed in black, with their eyes connected to white clothes, walking slowly, the maid and servant boy followed behind.

There are bustling crowds on both sides of the road, sending their blessings to the newly married couple: more children, more blessings, more harmony...

The sound of drums and music continued, sending them into the palace.

The gate of the palace creaked behind them, and it took a long time to close, covering the noise of the crowd.

On both sides of the road in the vestibule of the palace, cherry blossoms are planted. It is the season of scorching and blooming. Many petals are blown down by the wind, and they are pink and white.

Yimulian's wooden clogs stepped on them, and they were crushed, giving off a fresh smell of petals.

They had already walked to the front of the room, and he suddenly stopped, wanting to see what he looked like at this time.Without a mirror, he could not see his own face, only his own shadow.Yimulian also felt terrified when he saw his own projection under the moonlight: it was a soft, feminine projection, and the solemn and neat Bai Wugou covered his body layer by layer inside.A strand of hair hanging down from the hood was draped over the chest, forming a neat symmetry with the smooth lines of the clothes.

Huang was already standing on the porch.Standing with hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile on his face, he said softly, "Come up."

His hair was black, and his eyes were clear, with the light of the moon in them.

Looking up at him, at the moment he looked up, a shadow flashed in his mind: that was many years ago, in the heavy rain, a boy standing under the stage and staring blankly at him look.

They entered the house.The bed was ready, and an exquisite wooden screen stood in front of the door, and many lamps were lit, filling the room with a glowing, hot shimmer.

Huang called back the attendants, gently closed the paper door, turned around, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sit down." He patted the small open space beside him.

Yimulian walked over, bent his knees, and sat down slowly, but his body did not sink to the ground. He straightened his legs, and strongly controlled his weight, as if he wanted to escape at any time.

He trembled solemnly, and turned a little pale.Embarrassed about getting dressed for his bride-to-be, he doesn't hide his nervousness one bit.

Huang stretched out his hand, gently pulled off the cap, and stroked his hair—there was a cool temperature on his fingertips, like the cool summer wind, fresh and clean, extending to his shoulders It extended to the white skin that was faintly exposed between the hair gaps.

"Thank you for your hard work." He said.

Turned to him with a glance.Look at his other hand resting on his knee, with slender fingers and well-defined knuckles. There is a bit of real concern in his eyes, and there is obviously a bit of a wild and self-satisfied smile.

At first glance, there must be something wrong.

Anyone who occupies a high position always hopes that the wife can be noble, have both ability and political integrity, and have many children and grandchildren.

In the palace, there are countless noble women, and among them, there are not a few of them who are both talented and beautiful.Why did you choose a hermaphrodite, a member of the Taiyin tribe who was in the middle of nowhere?

...Besides, he is much older than him, and has much more experience than him.

Yimu Lian opened his mouth, but didn't ask aloud, he thought, there won't be any good results.His handsome face was so young, but the expression on his face contained something secret and shady, and he knew that he dared not ask.

Huang slowly loosened the knot on Mulian's chest, and carefully peeled off his clothes one by one, like unwrapping a beautifully wrapped gift.

"I saw you when I was young." He murmured in his ear, as if talking to himself.

He was taken aback, not knowing what he meant by this, nor how to answer.

"I've remembered you since then."

His undressing hand stopped, and the fingers of the other hand brushed his neck, brushing his hair aside.

Yimulian's shoulders are tattooed with circling lines, which are tattoos that have been tattooed for many years, and the colors are still very bright. When they spread out, it seems that there are large flowers growing on the shoulders.

Huang's fingertips brushed over his skin carefully, as if stroking a precious scroll.

Yimulian could smell the rain on his body, it was the warm smell of the first rain after a long drought, mixed with smoke, water droplets, and green grass.

It hasn't rained in the sky for a long time, and it's stuffy and hot. I heard people say that the river around the capital has become shallow and almost bottomed out. Outside the city, in the farmland, the land looks like the lines on the shell of a tortoise.

This kind of weather is really unbearable. When I stay in the palace, I often feel short of breath and want to go out for a walk. Of course, it is not good to go out too blatantly. There will definitely be many people following, and I will not be free or want to go. Wherever I go, I feel that I have no enthusiasm when I think about it.

So, I begged my teacher to take me to sneak out for a walk.

He refused to agree at first, saying that if something happened to him, he would not be responsible.I talked all kinds of things, spent a lot of talk, and promised him that I would be responsible for everything, and finally persuaded him reluctantly.

There is a small door in the middle and south corner of the palace, which is usually locked tightly.After we bribed the gatekeeper, he hired an ox cart outside. We dressed in ordinary clothes and walked out of the palace slowly and smoothly all the way.

There is a large bazaar on the west side of the capital, which is the most prosperous and lively place, with restaurants, small stalls, and old shops.Delicate villains made out of mud, beautiful knots made of straw... I was completely fascinated by these novel little things as if I saw a new world.

The teacher looked very nervous, dangling around me, afraid that something might go wrong, so I ignored him and just went shopping happily.

Just as I was squatting in front of the booth and flipping through a small wooden statue, I heard a pleasant bell ringing from a distance, followed by a heavy drumbeat, thumping and dancing, like a summer rainstorm hitting a lotus leaf .

I turned my head and looked, right in the middle of the market, there was a huge open space, fenced off with bamboo strips and ropes, and a high balcony was set up in it.Now, there are people dancing on it, and the drummer sits cross-legged on the edge of the balcony, beating drums and singing.These people are all dressed in white, with wide robes and long sleeves, and their appearance is beautiful.

I stood up, completely distracted.The teacher was also standing beside me. He looked at those people and told me that they were members of the Taiyin tribe, and what they danced was a dance to pray for rain.

I now know that this group of people is a descendant of a certain branch of the ancient dragon, and has the most relationship with wind and rain. .It used to be very prosperous, but in modern times, the population is not prosperous. Among the younger generations, there are many mediocre talents, but few outstanding ones.

I looked at the dancer, he looked older than me, he was facing away from me, a string of beautiful, beautiful golden bells hung from his clothes, the clothes on his body seemed to be not clothes, but water flowing like waves flowed over his body.Holding a folding fan in his hand, he took a few dance steps slowly, raised his sleeves, looked at the sky, and the bell on his body made a slight, trembling sound of tinkling bells.

"The gods do not lift up, and the drought in the world is not rain—"

The musicians recited this sentence with a vigorous voice, like singing.

The dancer turned around.

The sound of drums surrounding the balcony suddenly came together, like war drums, beating the sea of ​​people.

A gust of wind rose from the ground, wrapping his long hair, rushing into the sky, blowing many leaves from a tree full of red leaves beside the balcony, and falling on his white clothes.

I felt a shudder.

Taiyin people pray for rain, regardless of men and women, they must pretend to be women.

He dabbed cinnabar around his eyes, and dragged it with his thumb——dragging out a misty smoky pink that rippled from the water.I think of the cherry blossom forest in full bloom in April, when its petals fall into the soil, it is like this.

He dances barefoot, and the pendant of his shirt hangs just above his slender ankle bone, which is tied with a red silk thread. That tiny bone twitches slightly with every slow dance step of his, The folding fan in his hand was raised above his head, flipped a splash, passed the wind, and made a whistling sound.

I shouldn't have heard such a small voice, but everyone was looking at him, and no one made a sound.

There were many people in front of me, so I pushed my way to the edge of the balcony to get a better view.

I really wish he could look down at the audience, but he seemed to be immersed in his own world, so naturally he would not pay attention to the eyes of a little boy among the audience.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Dark clouds gathered in one place from all directions, covering the burning sun.

Thunder rumbling, from far to near, rolling over like waves.

People's attention has been drawn away, no matter men, women or children, they are all looking up at the sky at this moment, discussing in a panic, some people look forward to it, some people are afraid, my ears are full of their buzzing excited conversation Voice.

He danced more and more quickly on the stage, such a powerful and lifelike dance, accompanied by the sound of the Kagura drum, stepping on every node, the golden bell on his body also rang frantically.

His hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead, and the rouge on his lips had heated up, turning into a boundless, thin red, like licked fruit.

The extremely dry dust on the balcony was stepped on by him, and it flew up one after another like rain and fog.

As soon as he tilted his head, he revealed the tattoo on his neck, which stretched out in circles and circles, and it was extremely fresh.

I was offstage and could almost smell him—the smell of scorching, sticky body heat.

"It's raining!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd.

The turbulent rain fell and poured down instantly, as if a god held a pot and poured it down from the clouds.

The crowd became active and scattered away from the edge of the stage. The small vendors hurriedly cleaned up, and the rest looked for shelter from the rain.

Only I was still watching him from the sidelines.

He was still stepping and spinning, but his pace was getting slower and slower, and he was getting more and more tired, as if all his strength had been exhausted.

His clothes were all wet, and they were tightly attached to his body. The color and lines of his body were revealed through the thin wet clothes. The two thin and erect bones on the back shoulders fluttered like butterflies.

At this moment, he lowered his head and glanced at me, and I could see a hint of surprise in his eyes.

——But that look didn't stay for long, he quickly turned his head away, hurriedly got off the stage, his feet were flimsy, and his body was shaking.

The singers of Taiyin surrounded him and walked away together.

The evocative bell gradually disappeared amidst the sound of rain.

I stood there dumbfounded, my heart was pounding, the teacher came up to hold an umbrella for me, an umbrella covered my head, but I didn't feel it.

I was later told that the dancer who prayed for rain was named Yimulian.

I secretly browsed through a lot of materials, and learned some legends about the Taiyin people from the old and heavy books in the palace.

People of the Taiyin tribe are descendants of dragons, they are good at driving wind and rain, they live a long life, and their appearance is hard to fade. In several generations, people who are different from time to time, regardless of men and women, can conceive.

Huang's lips stuck to the back of his neck, and the wet, cool traces slowly stripped him completely from the clothes.

He gently held his hand, pressed it against his body, and quietly guided him to take off his clothes.

Yimulian's eyelids relaxed, covering a pair of translucent light-colored pupils, he rested his chin on his shoulder, and reached out to untie his belt, not wanting to explore the secrets he kept silent.