[Maple Sakura] Drumming

During the autumn hunting, Fu Ying was invited to go.Every autumn, the Pagoda of Mercy Light will offer sacrifices to the heavens after the harvest, and then the children of the aristocratic family will participate in the autumn hunting symbolically. Fu Ying, Shang Fengyue, and Drunken Yellow Dragon are also on the list of invited guests as distinguished guests.

When it was time to offer sacrifices to heaven, Fuying searched around in the crowd, but did not see Fengxiu.Is it too early?When the sacrifice to heaven began, the sky was only a little bit brighter.Fu Ying was wondering, Shang Fengyue suddenly approached him and lowered his voice, "Fu Ying, look."

The sacrificial drums sounded, and in the center of the altar, a figure knelt on the ground, and a shocking drum sound slowly rose up with that person.As the music played, the man got up and walked up, the feather fan in his hand was facing the light of the rising sun.

Fengxiu...

Fu Ying looked at the layers of dance clothes on the priests, and recognized her friend's face after the feather fan half covered her.Different from the smiling face in the past, Fengxiu's expression carried the aloofness and awe of being independent from the world.

Through the ages of the Spring and Autumn Period, surpassing the glory of the majestic God;

Hold a feather fan to sing, and set up a drapery to make a sound;

On auspicious days, the weather is good, and the dance is graceful and splendid;

Indistinct, the wind returns, knocking on the world and the four directions;

A group of maples fall and dance at the gate of heaven, and they ride on the mysterious clouds;

The dripping water is condensed, and the gathering is boundless;

Accompanied by the drum music of the sacrificial dance, the voice of Fengxiu pierces through the morning mist, carrying the ancient desolation.He raised his legs, took steps, held a feather fan, performed a sacrificial dance, and worshiped the sky.When the song was over, Fuying watched him turn around and then slowly knelt down. The royal family of the Tower of Mercy followed him and knelt down collectively.The drums stopped, and everything was silent.

Shang Fengyue sighed, "You are as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming, if you are lucky enough to see it, you are lucky!"

Fuying didn't speak, his eyes never left the person on stage for a moment, maybe it was because the festival dance drums were too loud, and the beating on the heart made people feel a little slow, maybe it was because he really didn't learn Mandarin well, search I tried all the words in my mind, but I couldn't think of any words, only four words: Peerless elegance!

When Fengxiu finished all the rituals, changed her clothes and walked to Fuying's side, Fuying's mind was still numb.The person in front of her had her usual gentle smile on her face, Fuying saw her own reflection in his smiling bright eyes, and felt that she had regained a little bit of truth.

"Fengxiu." A person came from afar. He was also dressed in purple, which was much more gorgeous than the clothes Fengxiu often wore on his body. He was followed by another young man who had a black long sword hanging from his waist. .

"No clothes." Feng Xiu nodded, "Long time no see."

"Oh? So it's him!" Shang Fengyue looked up and down at that person, "This person is called Wuyi. If there is no accident, he will be the teacher and chief assistant under Mercy Light."

Fu Ying recalled the scene in the brothel that day, "... Chief Assistant..." Shang Fengyue coughed lightly, obviously understanding what Fu Ying was thinking, "Don't think about it, what you saw that day was Unexpectedly, forget about it quickly."

Wuyi came over and simply said hello, then turned and left. "Drunk Huanglong?" Fuying turned her head and asked Shang Fengyue.

"He was invited by the great general of the Tower of Mercy, saying that he wanted to learn martial arts." Shang Fengyue shook his fan, "Their general is also straightforward, and he probably won't be able to come out unless he's drunk."

Someone brought a horse over for the children of the aristocratic family to choose, "I don't like hunting." Shang Fengyue shook his head, "You don't want to be too flamboyant, Fu Ying, let's keep a low profile." He casually pointed to two of the most ordinary white horses .Fengxiu also casually chose a maroon one, turned over and went up.When the scene started, he winked at the two of them, "Come with me." The three of them just took advantage of the unpreparedness and left without a trace.

When I turned around a forest, my eyes suddenly opened up.Fengxiu raised her finger and pointed to a mountain forest in the distance, "It's late autumn, and the maple leaves are turning red over there. Are you two interested in going to see it with me?"

"This is more interesting than hunting." Shang Fengyue nodded, "Since we have our destination and there is no one around here, why don't we see who arrives first."

"You're more addicted, don't you go slowly..." Fengxiu turned her head and was about to object, when a pink figure wrapped in the wind passed in front of her, "I'll go first, the loser remembers to treat." Sakura's voice faded away.

"Hey—you're a rascal!" Shang Fengyue yelled and followed.

Fengxiu sighed on the spot, and shouted helplessly: "Let me tell you, how old are you two!"

……

After rushing all the way to the place, Fuying jumped off the horse. As Fengxiu said, the mountain scenery here is quite beautiful. From a distance, you can see the red maple spreading ten miles up and down the mountain. The breath of late autumn is chilly, and the wind is wrapped in The smell of sunshine is indescribably refreshing.

Shang Fengyue came after him, but Fengxiu did not fall too far behind.

"What a wonderful place!" Shang Fengyue exclaimed.

Fengxiu also got off the horse, patted Fuying on the shoulder, "Come with me." He said, and quickly walked up the mountain, Fuying monk Fengyue quickly tied the horse to the tree, and followed all the way.The mountain road is quiet, the red maple is full of eyes, there are birds singing nearby, and the original sound of the mountain spring flowing by, Fengxiu took the two of them up the mountain, and when he saw the top of the mountain faintly, he smiled: "Here, two friends, welcome Come to the humble house."

In the shade of the mountains, a courtyard can be seen clearly. The two huts and the gazebo in the courtyard, coupled with the beautiful scenery of the mountains, Shang Fengyue and Fu Ying's eyes are full of surprises, "Is this your home?" Fu Ying tweeted Just walked in, "I thought you had another residence."

"I usually live in the palace or by the side of Lord Shensi, and a little prince from Fengxiu studies with me. Where is the mansion?" Fengxiu smiled and went in with the two of them. found out, and built a hut here.”

"It's quite clean." Shang Fengyue said with a smile, "This place is quite far from the imperial city, how do you come and clean it?"

Fengxiu laughed, "Isn't it because I knew about the recent hunt and wanted to bring two friends here, so I specially asked someone to clean it up. Refreshments have been prepared in the house, please invite the two friends."

Shang Fengyue was also not polite, and started to make tea directly, Fuying helped to bring some snacks, and the three of them sat down and chatted.After a while, Fuying took a look at Fengxiu and rolled her eyes, "Fengxiu, what good things are you hiding, take them out together!"

Fengxiu laughed, "Friend Fu Ying, you really know my heart." He pointed to the shade of a tree next to him, "I buried three altars of Fenglu wine here, which I brewed with my own hands three years ago." Fu Ying heard the words Smiling, she ran over and turned the wine out with her bare hands. Fengxiu saw that his hands were muddy, and took him to the backyard, where a mountain spring directly brought in was clear.

Shang Fengyue saw the qin on the table in the room, and said with a smile: "Your sacrificial dance just now was really beautiful, why don't I play the qin for you, and you can dance another one for us to see?"

Fengxiu shook her head, "Jiwu is not suitable for weekdays, why don't we watch the cherry blossom sword dancing. When I first saw him that day, the appearance of him dancing the cherry blossom sword under the moonlight was really amazing."

Fu Ying just came back after washing her hands, "What are you talking about about me?"

Shang Fengyue raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Friend, Fengxiu said you look good at dancing swords, with the scenery and wine, are you willing to cheer us up?"

Fuying was taken aback, "I didn't bring a sword." He turned to look at Fengxiu, who turned around and entered the room with a smile, and came out after a while with an extra long sword in his hand, "Use mine, the name of this sword is For Zifeng."

Fuying raised her hand to take it and looked at it, "Not bad." He rolled his eyes, looked at Fengxiu and said, "But Shang Fengyue plays the piano, and I dance the sword, so don't be idle, sing a song and listen to it? "

"Okay!" Fengxiu agreed.

Because it is hunting, the clothes Fuying is wearing today are not the usual wide robes and long-sleeved dresses. Although it is also a long gown, her hands and feet are not restricted. Shang Fengyue raised her hand to touch the strings. As soon as the tune changed, from slow to urgent, like a gold and iron horse, Feng Xiu's eyes were full of praise, "My friend's piano skills are really extraordinary."

"Praise him later, come on, let me listen to what you sing?" Fu Ying laughed beside her.

Fengxiu picked up a stick and tapped the teacup in time with the beat. After a while, she said softly:

Drumming and boring, enthusiastically use soldiers.Soil country city canal, I alone southbound.

He had a clear voice and a serious expression, as if he had just sung the sacrificial words. Fu Ying listened, put away her smile, stepped on the rhythm of the piano sound and Fengxiu's percussion, entered with the sword, turned around, took steps, raised her hands, A sword breaks the wind.

Fengxiu saw his sword move Haoran, opened his mouth and sang again:

From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song.I don't want to go home, I'm worried.

爰居爰处?Yuan mourning his horse?In Yiqiu?Under the forest.

Shang Fengyue pays attention to his libretto, and then sees the long sword in Fu Ying's hand is raised backwards, her body moves with the sword, a maple leaf falls with the wind, and when he turns around, it is split into two halves, different from the softness of a woman's sword dance, Fu Ying The sword move in his hand was clean and neat, if it wasn't accompanied by music, it would be a killing move on the battlefield.His hands slowed down, the sound of the piano was slightly soft, and suddenly changed to another tune.

Fengxiu hit the tea bowl again and sang:

The life and death agreement is broad, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old together.

The youth in front of him had picturesque features, and his figure followed the wind, like a young eagle with wings spreading straight into the sky, so proud and free, like a bright moon, yet unattainable.Fengxiu's eyes dimmed slightly, and her voice was somewhat sad.Fuying, do you know that I am worried, what do you want?

Yu Bo is broad, but I am not alive.Yu Wei Xun Xi, I don't believe in Xi.

The sound of the piano stops, the singing stops, and the figures are quiet.

Except for the sound of the wind and the fall of the red leaves, the world was blue at that moment.

"Okay!" After a long while, Shang Fengyue clapped his hands and applauded, Fuying took the sword and handed it to Fengxiu, laughed and picked up the jug on Fengxiu's table and drank it straight away, "Have fun!" He put down the wine Pot, turn around and sit down.

Fengxiu smiled and toasted, "If you have a confidant in life, you will have no regrets in death. Today Fengxiu is lucky to make two friends. This life is really worthwhile."

The three drink together.

Later, Shang Fengyue recalled the scene of that day, and said with emotion: "The light, the wind, the moon, the sky, the clear scenery, when I was young in fresh clothes and angry horses."

……

When the three of them came down the mountain, the moonlight was gone, and the hunt would last for several days, the three of them had nothing to do, so they simply let them know and went back down the mountain, not wanting to go halfway, someone from the royal family came to invite Shang Fengyue and Fengxiu, Fuying saw that the two of them had gone, and was about to go back to Lanyue Pavilion, when a little palace maid timidly poked her head around.

"Who?" Fu Ying asked warily.

"That..." Turning around from the other side, Fuying recognized that the little maid was not from Ciguang, but from Shiyi Tiancheng who followed the drunk Huanglong and the others, "It's you, what's wrong?"

The little maid hesitated for a moment before she spoke: "His Royal Highness Fuying... that... the eldest prince was drunk and passed out in the general's mansion. The eldest prince told him that if he was drunk... he would come to Mr. Jidao to pick him up, but ……but……"

Fu Ying understands, Mr. Jidao... Shang Fengyue's usual nickname, Shang Fengyue and Fengxiu are probably directly detained by the King of the Tower of Mercy at this moment, and if you want to find it, you may not be able to find it. Sakura thought for a while, "You take me there."

Over there, General Ciguang was having a headache whether he should arrange a place for the drunk Huanglong, and he was afraid that his poor family would neglect the prince of Poetic Tiancheng.

When they arrived at Zuiyin Huanglong's residence, Fuying asked the people following him to go back, carrying the dead Hahalong on his back, and was about to enter his room, and heard him muttering: "Ji Dao... hiccup... take off... Take off your shoes..."

After drinking like this, I still want to enter the house and take off my shoes!Fuying couldn't laugh or cry, he was too lazy to stretch out his hand, directly stepped on the shoe of the drunk Huanglong and pulled it off, dragging and dragging him into the room.

"Shang Fengyue..." The drunken Huanglong stared at Fu Ying with staring eyes, his eyes were completely out of focus.

"I'm not Shang Fengyue, I'm Fu Ying." Fu Ying avoided the drunk Huanglong's paw in disgust, and reached out to pour tea.He also heard the drunken Huanglong murmur behind him: "Shang Fengyue, I... hiccup... you..."

"What are you talking about?" Passing a cup of tea, drunk Huanglong suddenly grabbed Fuying's hand, the tea bowl was knocked over, Fuying's hand was burned, he got up and threw away the hot tea in his hand, "Are you going to die!" This man is really scary when he is drunk, even scarier than when he laughs heartlessly.

"Shang Fengyue, I like you!" Drunken Huanglong couldn't hold on to the ground, and he didn't feel hot when the hot tea splashed all over him, so he just knelt on the ground and burst into tears: "I like you, what should I do ah ah ah ah ah!"

Fu Ying just stood there watching the drunken Huanglong howling, and after a while, it was not until the drunken Huanglong fell asleep like that, that Fuying came back to her senses.

"……what?"

……

——to be continued