【狂连】Taiyin

This is a Mid-Autumn Palace family banquet. It is famous for its grand ostentation and exquisite performance. Most of the people present are royal nobles, and several high-ranking officials and ministers also brought their family members to the banquet. The atmosphere is very warm.

The dancers entered the arena one after another. The dance they performed first was the song and dance "Qinghai Wave" from the Tang Dynasty. , It was extremely wonderful, everyone at the banquet was fascinated, smiling, and their joy was indescribable.

Amidst the sound of singing and dancing, Yan Yanluo held a small gold-plated jug with a slender spout. He filled a cup in a porcelain wine cup, and the wine came out of the jug. The color was clear and golden, like fine nectar and jade dew. In front of him, he lowered his head and said softly: "I offer a cup to the emperor."

Huang took a look at this beautiful concubine, she deliberately put on more make-up today, she used rouge to make her lips red, and drew out her long eyebrows and sideburns, with jingle bells on her body, gorgeous clothes, gold silk embroidered, not as complicated as the queen's dress , but the color is much brighter and eye-catching, wrapping her young body like a beautiful gift.

He was sitting on the seat, holding a white jade wine glass in his hand, as if he was holding a chess piece, and he didn't drink the wine in it, he just looked her up and down carefully, knelt down on his knees, feeling that his eyes were different from usual It's different, she felt chills all over her body, although she still had a charming smile on her face, her back felt chills intermittently.

Seeing people on both sides of the banquet cast their eyes here, she had no choice but to hold the wine upright with both hands, and said stiffly:

"emperor……"

Even Yimulian turned his head. At this banquet, he originally planned to ignore the affairs of these two people, so as not to fluctuate his mood, but there is such a strange stalemate between the two of them——if I don’t see Looking at them, what if something happens and someone else sees the joke?He comforted himself with this reason, to cover up the ugly desire in his heart.

Looking at this situation, his heart was beating wildly: he had some shady little thoughts: he hoped that he would accept the cup, but also hoped that he would not accept it.

Jian Huang stretched out his hand and finally took the embarrassing little porcelain cup with him, Yan Yanluo heaved a sigh of relief, and softly persuaded: "Congratulations to His Majesty on the great banquet, the emperor just finished this cup of wine."

At this moment, Huang turned his head slightly and met Yimulian's eyes.

At the moment of the collision, complex emotions seemed to flash in his eyes. The eyes of the two were like two carriages meeting on a winding and narrow mountain road. They both sensed the danger of falling off the cliff and crashing. Giving way, each pulling the reins, persistently rushing forward, falling into the abyss, falling into the abyss.

In just a few seconds, bystanders saw the Taiyin Empress ready to move, with an expression of resurrection from the dead, like a snake waking up from hibernation, taking off its docile mask, straightening its spine, and opening its mouth, about to reveal its fangs come out.

However, it only took a short moment for the poisonous snake to leave the nest, before it was lifted up and buried under the frozen soil.

Yimulian came to his senses, flinched back, gritted his teeth, turned his head away, and said in his heart: Didn't I agree not to look at it, why can't I control my eyes anymore?

Sitting at the banquet, seeing him turn around, there was no expression on his face, but the glass in his hand trembled slightly, then he raised it to his lips, raised his head, poured the wine in the glass , slowly poured into the mouth.

A look of joy appeared on Yan Yanluo's face, Yingying bowed down and said:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

She was just about to get up, but her shoulders were held down by Huang's hand, so she had to continue to lie down.

Huang took a wet towel with his other hand and wiped the corners of his mouth. After wiping, he threw the towel into the washbasin held by the little maid beside him, and then slowly whispered in her ear:

"If I don't say raise your head, you can't raise your head. If I don't let you raise your head, who will allow you to raise your head?"

With a loose hand, she sat up.

Pans and lamps criss-crossed all around, singing, dancing and music continued, such whispers could no longer be heard by a third person present.

Although Yimulian lowered his head, his peripheral vision and hearing in his ears were all concentrated on those two people, he turned a blind eye to the noise and joy around him, as if in this bustling palace. Among them, only he exists.

——But when the emperor lowered his head and said a few words in Yanji's ear, the woman's face flushed immediately, and her fair face was thinly covered with spring colors.

Although Yan Yanluo knew that no one heard it just now, he would not lose face, but it is impossible for him to say that he has no grievances in his heart, because the other party is the emperor, and he must not show it on his face. The angry expression came, so he had to bear it again and again, and replied softly: "Yes." The voice was very soft, and he wanted to retreat.

"Wait." Huang called her, "You toasted me, don't you want to toast the queen?"

Yimulian suddenly raised his head and said, "I..."

Yan Yanluo suppressed her grievances, turned back to her desk, touched the body of the pot, and said with a smile: "This wine is cold." Picking up the pot, she lightly poured it into the spittoon beside the table, Immediately a maid came up and filled the jug with new wine.

She poured another glass, and walked to Yimulian's table, but stopped, and without saying a toast, she glanced at Yimulian and said with a smile:

"It's not that the concubine is disrespectful, I'm afraid the queen can't drink."

Huang said: "Why?"

She rolled her eyes around Yimulian, held the wine glass in her slender hands, and her smile deepened: "The queen...is not in good health, it's better not to drink such stimulating things."

She said softly: "You and him are husband and wife, why didn't you notice that he is not good?"

With a glance: "Why can't I drink?"

He stood up, snatched the cup from her hand, raised his head and drank it down.

The warm wine enters the throat, like a burning arrow, and goes straight into the stomach. This wine is old sweet-scented osmanthus wine. It has been buried in the ground for a long time, and it was just dug out today. When it was first opened, it was very thick, almost mushy , mixed with many other good wines, it became the clear yellow wine, and the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus disappeared almost unscented, and only when drinking it on the tongue can one feel the bursts of sweetness and mellowness.

The blood all over his body became hot, and there was a throbbing in his lower abdomen, with a slight pain, as if all the blood flow from his whole body had gathered in that place, but it was not the usual kind of pain.It seemed that in addition to the heart in the chest, there was another heart in the lower abdomen, beating.

Huang Mo watched him drink in silence, his eyes froze suddenly.

He seemed to have thought of something, a suspicious expression suddenly appeared on his originally calm face, and for the first time, there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

Yimu Lian held up the glass, and when the glass of wine fell into his stomach, his eyes suddenly became hot, and the thoughts in his heart were as disturbed as thousands of threads, so he chanted:

"Ying Jun stopped drinking a glass of wine, who knows what I know?"

After hearing this, Yan Yanluo smiled and replied:

"Advise you not to have false and delusional thoughts, and your heart is like a gossamer."

He felt very embarrassed, and sat back on his seat again, only to hear Huang Yin say:

"A Zhijun's heart is like the bright moon, and there is no need to worry about the cloudy sky."

The sparks collided among the three, and it fell into the eyes of others, which is naturally a good source of interesting conversation.

Today's grand banquet in the palace, among the guests, apart from the princes and ministers, there are also many young wives. In private, the relationship is already very good. While the wine is hot, and seeing the emperor working hard to mediate among the wives and concubines, they join in. In one place, they started talking quietly.

The woman said, "Which one do you think your Majesty is most affectionate with?"

Another person asked: "Where is the choice? Isn't it just the Queen and Yan Ji?" He laughed, "You see the emperor is so rude to Yan Ji, you know that he actually doesn't take her seriously, although She is pretty, after all, her status is low, she is just a dedicated dancer."

Another person came in and said: "Some time ago, I only heard how he doted on this concubine. How did it not take long before it became like this?"

"Men always like the new and dislike the old." He said in a low voice, "Since Yan Ji snubbed the queen, she will naturally snub her because of other things, not to mention that she doesn't have a reason for being married by a bright matchmaker. Worse than the Queen."

"After all, the emperor is so young and handsome. Putting his identity aside, he is such a handsome young man. I am afraid that if he let go of his mouth a little bit, parents all over the world will scramble to send their daughters to him. By my side." He said with a smile, "Among the people who went to the banquet today, as far as I know, there are people who have such thoughts."

"Is there any news from the Queen?"

"No news."

"That's really bad."

"Maybe it already exists, but we don't know it."

"Who knows. I think the emperor has no heirs now. Among wives and concubines, no matter who is the first to bear a child for him and make him a father first, he must be very happy."

"That's right, sister, look, what kind of strange team is coming in to perform now?"

Everyone turned their gazes back to the open space in the hall, only to see that the Tang choreographer Qing Haibo had finished, and the richly dressed noble children gradually left the stage. With arms folded, a snow-white scarf tied around his head, his hair tied up, a ghost mask tied obliquely on his forehead, red-faced fangs, as if smeared with blood, and a drum hanging on his chest.

After stepping into the palace, they all stood still, lowered their heads neatly, standing like a stone sculpture, never moving, not even a single muscle on the face was moved.

Everyone looked at this posture, which is not a common posture among nobles, nor is it an elegant song and dance like "Qinghai Wave", "Autumn Wind Music", or "Liuhuayuan" just now.

But I saw a young man in the lead, striding forward, kneeling on one knee, with a straight spine, no drum on his chest, but a bright jeweled knife tied around his waist.

With a bang, he actually pulled the saber out of its sheath in front of so many people in the hall!

The light of the knife flashed, as bright as frost and snow.

Immediately there was an exclamation in the hall!

Dozens of royal guards rushed out from behind the two seats, drew their bows and arrows, and held on to the young man firmly. If he dared to act rashly, he would immediately suffer from the pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart.

Huang's expression was slightly trembling, and just about to speak, Prince Ju, who hadn't spoken just now, stood up from his seat, cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, don't be nervous, this is a dance I saw in the capital market. Drums are used for music, and one person dances with a knife. The famous work "Drumming", because it is fresh, interesting and unconventional, I want to coincide with the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, so I invite you to watch it together."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked curiously at these dancers who were like wild husbands to them, and the buzzing discussions in the hall gradually started again.

Seeing that young man was being pointed at by dozens of archers, with no fear on his face, Huang couldn't help but look at him differently, and said, "Why didn't you say anything just now?"

The young man pointed to his throat and made a very hoarse and ugly voice, like fingernails scraping dry old tree bark. Although he didn't know the reason, it was obviously hoarse, and everyone sighed again.

Huang said: "What kind of performance do you have? I heard from Prince Orange that the "Encouragement" you want to perform is very wonderful, don't be afraid, I will let the guards retreat, and you can just perform it."

With a wave of his hand, he saw the guards retreating to the outside of the hall in unison.

When he spoke, his confidence was not as strong as before, and his voice was a little weak.

Then someone asked worriedly: "How is the emperor?"

Huang stroked his chest, and after a long while, he said softly: "It's just that I drank too much wine, it's fine."

Yimulian still remembers it in his heart.

—— Huang at the banquet, how many glasses of wine he drank, and what kind of wine he drank, he noticed and remembered it clearly.

How could such a little wine make him drunk?

The young man's expression did not change, his face was still like a clay sculpture or wood carving.With only a slight bow, the dozen or so drummers who were standing solemnly surrounded him, sandwiching him in three layers inside and out.

But seeing these dancers, they took off the masks on their foreheads one after another, put them on the middle of their cheeks, and surrounded the young man who didn't wear a mask. This scene was like hell ghosts surrounding a living person, which made people feel frightened.

He also took the thin drum hammer from his waist, tore off the skin drum on his chest, and hit the taut drum surface.

The sound of the drum gradually rises, at first it is just like jade beads falling on a plate, and then it gradually resembles a galloping army of thousands of horses, fighting with swords and guns.

The young man held a precious sword in his hand, walked and danced, concentrating on it, sometimes raised the sword to stab, sometimes defended the guards, he was in the crowd of evil spirits, as if he was avoiding encirclement, fighting desperately, his face was bulging with veins and dripping with sweat.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and his breath seemed to be choked by him.

——I saw him suddenly throwing the knife into the sky, as nimble as a broken wrist, and with a backhand catch, he turned out a beautiful knife.

Some Gongqing shouted: "Good!" There was applause everywhere.Just listen to him chanting: "Get rid of distracting thoughts, ghosts and ghosts, and demons and ghosts come from the heart."

While dancing, the young man had already spun from the middle of the hall to the front of the main seat.

Huang was only a few feet away from him, and he bent down to look at him with a lot of interest on his face, obviously all his attention was focused on him at this time.

At this moment, he suddenly reached into his clothes and took out a thin dagger. Before everyone could react, the young man flew forward, his movements were extremely quick and dexterous, and he approached the young man in just a short moment. the emperor.

Yimu Lianyan saw that the silver knife was about to pierce into Huang's chest in a flash, his mind went blank, his body had already reacted one step ahead, and rushed out of the seat, blocking in front of him.