Rebirth · Mausoleum

During the banquet in Kyushu, the hall was cool, the silk and bamboo were ethereal, and the dance was graceful. All the concubines and princes gathered together. The young concubines who had never seen their faces were reluctant to move away from the dancers. The concubines who were used to seeing each other could bear it People, only the two princes present showed some impatience, and the other prince's seat was vacant.

An Lingrong was supposed to sit next to Zhen Huan, but because Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang were both titled nobles, no distinction was made between them, now An Lingrong and Shen Meizhuang were closer, and the next seat was Shenmeizhuang.

"It's rare to be able to come to this Kyushu Qingyan. Even I, who have a difficult appetite, saw the dishes today and wanted to eat more." Shen Meizhuang took a spoonful of squirrel mandarin fish, "It's really sweet and sour, Ling Rong You try it too."

An Lingrong didn't speak, but shook his head pointing at his throat.

Mei Zhuang was surprised, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with your voice? It hasn't recovered after so many days!"

"Sister, don't worry, it's just that you're dumber. Physician Liu said that this is part of the process, and it will be fine after this period of time."

Mei Zhuang heard that An Lingrong's hoarse voice was gone, and looked at An Lingrong worriedly, "Perhaps it is because Imperial Physician Liu is not good at treating this throat disease, but Imperial Physician Wen from Huan'er has not come back yet. The illness cannot be delayed, so I have to let someone I trust to treat it.”

An Lingrong nodded, "I know my sister's kind intentions, but I can't eat this fish because it's easy to catch fire. It's a disappointment to this good dish."

"It doesn't matter if you can't eat the food, the throat is the most important thing." Mei Zhuang looked at the food carefully and spooned a bowl of soup for An Lingrong, "This chicken soup with pearl mushroom is light, please moisten your throat."

"Thank you, sister." An Lingrong took a small sip from the bowl, "It's just that my sister can't figure it out, it seems that she didn't see the concubine Yu?"

"Concubine Yu once asked the emperor for his will and concentrated on studying the Buddha's mantra, so she was not able to see her at many banquets." Shen Meizhuang said, "By the way, let me introduce you to the relatives opposite. Although the meeting is rare, We still need to get to know each other."

"..."

After whispering something, Concubine Qi saw the hairpin of Hehe Erxian on Meizhuang's head that was awarded by the Queen Mother, and praised it for its beauty. It made the emperor dislike Meizhuang a little bit.

And then Concubine Duan supported the sick body and gave Wen Yi a silver collar, An Lingrong secretly remembered that when the emperor cared about Concubine Duan, Concubine Hua's expression became even more unhappy.

"Sister Mei, I'll go out for a while, if the emperor asks, I'll be right back." Zhen Huan covered her mouth and said softly.

"Okay." Mei Zhuang nodded.

An Lingrong slightly turned his head to see Zhen Huan going out to relax, Cao Qin stood up with a smile on his face,

"Your Majesty, the concubine thought to herself, although the singing and dancing today is grand, it is a bit rigid. It is a family banquet, and all the people here are relatives. Why don't you think of something lighter?"

"Let's hear if you have any ideas." Yongzheng became interested.

"Since the current sisters are accompanying the holy driver, they naturally have their own strengths. Why not write down these strengths and draw lots. No matter who catches what, they will come out to entertain the guests. What does the emperor think?"

Yongzheng nodded. The two princes present were not very respectful to him. The talent of the concubine was just enough to convince them with the royal demeanor, "This idea is new, let's do as you say."

Cao Qinmo grasped the emperor's mind early in the morning, and happily replied, "Yes."

Not long after, Mrs. Cao had already prepared the things for drawing lots, and she also took charge of the order of drawing lots.

"Oh, I've heard for a long time that the empresses in the palace have their own strengths, but now it's an eye-opener." Prince Heng praised.

"Then it's better to invite the empress first."

"You are the little birthday star's mother-in-law, so you can draw for me." The queen was calm, and Cao Qinmo tried hard to think why she would not be allowed to do the job of drawing lots.Anyway, who dares to face everyone in front of her empress?

"Thank you, empress, for your love." Cao Guiren took out a piece of paper from the porcelain jar held by the maid.

"Please ask the Queen's Empress to write a birthday character with her own hands."

The queen said modestly, "It's hard for me to be in front of so many people."

"The empress's calligraphy is superb, but I think it's Cao Guiren's luck that allows the empress to escape easily." Concubine Duan said.

Although the queen shied away, the servants were not slow to come up with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

"Since this is the case, today is Princess Wen Yi's birthday, so I should write a birthday letter and present it to her."

"The concubine thanked the empress on Wen Yi's behalf."

The queen wrote carefully for a while, and a grand birthday character was written.

"The queen's handwriting has become leaner." The emperor praised, and the two princes were full of dissatisfaction.

"It's just small." The queen was still modest.

"Although I can't read, the empress's handwriting really has an indescribable taste. But Cao Guiren is really lucky." An Lingrong said to Shen Meizhuang in a low voice.

"It's great that Empress Empress has her own style." Mei Zhuang responded to her.

Concubine Duan's seat listened to the two people's words in front of them, helplessly coughed twice and got up to apologize, "Your Majesty, Empress, please forgive me, my concubine is really exhausted and cannot have fun with everyone."

"You are not feeling well, go back and lie down, I will visit you when I have time," said the emperor.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Concubine Duan took another serious look at the emperor before slowly walking out of the Qingyan banquet in Kyushu with the help of her maidservant.

"This one belongs to the nobleman of Guan." Cao Qinmo spread out the newly drawn paper, "Please compose a song of Jinghong Dance while singing the lyrics."

Without waiting for Zhen Huan's reaction, Cao Qinmo boasted a few words first, "Your Majesty, the appearance of the nobleman in Guan is as graceful as a dragon swimming, and as graceful as a frightened bird, so I should let my younger sister dance."

"This Jinghong Dance was created by Concubine Mei of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. It has been lost for a long time, but Empress Chunyuan loved singing and dancing very much. It's all the rage." Xin Changzai only briefly explained the origin of Jinghong Dance, which seemed to be plain, but in fact reminded Zhen Huan of the importance of this dance.

"This Jinghong dance is difficult to learn. If you dance well, you will be astonished. If you don't dance well, you will be imitated. What's more, how many people in the harem can match the singing of Queen Chunyuan?" Speaking of Chunyuan, Qi The concubine is a little unhappy that someone is compared with Chun Yuan.

"How old is Sister Guan, how can she do Jinghong Dance, not to mention dancing and singing at the same time, Mrs. Cao is too strong." Whenever Concubine Hua wants to say a few words, Xin Changzai always asks Rebut a few words.

"Hey, the nobleman from Guan is talented and intelligent, and his words are yingying. This Jinghong dance can be danced by all women, not to mention it is just a libretto. The nobleman from Guan has read poems and books on weekdays, so he can sing the words. If it is not better than Queen Chunyuan, That's also within reason, since all the people present here are my own sisters, why should I be so polite." Cao Qinmo spoke completely, and Xin Changzai had nothing to say.

"My sister's dance is really unrefined, not to mention that my sister has never learned the rhythm of singing, I'm afraid it will be ridiculous." Still Zhen Huan stood up and looked at the emperor, but the emperor did not look directly at her this time.

"It's fine if you can't dance, why bother, the demeanor of Empress Chunyuan, I think no one can match it now." Concubine Hua said bluntly.

"Your Majesty, I have heard from the outside that the Emperor has another noble man from Wanwan. He is talented and beautiful, but he can't dance or sing a song. I'm afraid it's not even as good as the kabuki in his residence. How can he serve the Emperor like this. "Prince Dun saw that Concubine Hua was provoking the nobleman, so he provocatively prosecuted the emperor himself.

"Hey, if a woman has no talent, she is a virtue. What kind of dance to dance, what kind of music to sing, just look pleasing to the eye." Prince Heng said.

"In this way, it's a false reputation for being both talented and beautiful. It's just judging people by their appearance, which makes it even more obvious that the emperor judges people by their appearance." Prince Dun continued, not afraid of meeting the emperor's eyes.

"Jinghong Dance is easy to learn but difficult to master, not to mention singing along, it's better not to do it. Change to something else." The Queen said flatly.

"My Majesty, Sister Wan has always been fascinated by poetry and books, and has never put her heart into singing and dancing. I think it's better to write a poem to celebrate the princess' birthday." Shen Meizhuang stood up.

An Lingrong sat on the chair indifferently. Since the reincarnation, many people have seen it clearly, and naturally they can understand these words. The emperor agreed to Cao Guiren's proposal in order to show his ability as a woman and frighten these princes on the other hand. , How could he shrink back before even showing his performance? No matter what, he couldn't lose his bearing, but he never thought about what consequences would happen if Zhen Huan really did.

But there was a slight pause, and the emperor's voice could not hear the joy or anger, "It has been a long time in the palace to sing the Jinghong Dance, and I would like to see it too. Your Majesty Guan, you can just dance and sing along with it."

"Your Majesty, this song is a good accompaniment to the dance, but sometimes the words can be recited with a different flavor. I also ask the emperor to allow the ministers and concubines to recite the words to accompany the dance." Zhen Huan said.

Prince Dun smiled disdainfully and wanted to say something, but he heard Fujin cough twice, and he hurriedly asked himself if Fujin was in good health.

The emperor kept observing the attitudes of the two princes, and seeing that the two did not raise any objections, he nodded in agreement.

"Then ask Concubine Rong Chen to go and change, and I'll be back in a while."

An Lingrong could see clearly that as a woman, marrying the Emperor of the Ninth Five-Year is not as good as marrying the Prince Dun who loves his relatives, but it is a pity that Prince Dun has been in the wrong position from now on, and the family is tired child people.

"Your Majesty, the concubine's clothes have been changed." Zhen Huan greeted slightly in a gorgeous dance dress, and looked at Meizhuang.

Mei Zhuang got up knowingly, "Report to the emperor, since it is for Princess Wen Yi's birthday, why not make it more lively, and let the concubine play the piano." Looking at the mausoleum beside him, An Lingrong made a mouth shape to Mei Zhuang. Zhuang continued, "Sister An, let's play the Yueqin to cheer up the nobles of Guan."

"Go and get Concubine Shu's Xiangsiqin and Concubine Yu's Shuangyinyue." The emperor said.

"On the day when concubine Shu entered the palace, the late emperor specially gave a piano named Chang Acacia, and a flute named Chang Xiangshou as a token of love. As for the Shuang Yinyue, it is also a treasure." The queen never mentioned the word Yu concubine, "Today is you Destiny."

Seeing that Zhen Huan had already set the position, Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong looked at each other. Meizhuang played the tune first, and the sound of the piano flowed from the two fingertips like flowing water. An Lingrong had never played with Shen Meizhuang. Shen Meizhuang believed that his piano skills were excellent. At the beginning, I didn't know the depth of Lingrong's piano skills, but the sound of the two pianos matched each other and complemented each other, An Lingrong didn't lose at all, Meizhuang let go, and the two had a perfect understanding.

And Zhen Huan's dancing posture is either gentle, or hurriedly matched with her proper words, which is also beautiful.

"Your actions are not as good as Queen Chunyuan's back then. Beauty is beauty, and there is nothing new." However, Prince Dun always wanted to criticize.

"So what's new, it's not good to lose respect." Concubine Qi said.

An Lingrong saw that Zhen Huan had finished dancing to Queen Chunyuan's old dance music like in the last life, and when she turned around, she knew that the tune was about to be changed. The overturned tea set splashed wet the clothes, and An Lingrong should have the final say on this dance.

An Lingrong took advantage of the gap between Meizhuang's old dance and ensemble, and quickly plucked the strings with his fingers. The tune that was originally clear and shallow was changed to a higher tune, and the melody became more hurried. Zhen Huan had a flash of inspiration, and danced freely When he got up, Mei Zhuang also followed the tone of Lingrong when he saw this, and sighed in his heart that it was fortunate that she brought Lingrong with her.Concubine Hua saw that Zhen Huan's dance was getting better and better, and her complexion became worse and she gave Cao Qinmo a glare at the one who made the proposal.

An Lingrong saw that Zhen Huan was like a fish in water, and looked happy on the face, but the speed of plucking the strings with her hands became faster and faster. In order to keep up with the rhythm, Zhen Huan had given up reciting the words and concentrated on dancing. The upper strings were about to crack, and Mei Zhuang, who was proficient in rhythm, who was sitting next to An Lingrong, could clearly hear something wrong with the voice that Ling Rong had dialed just now.An Lingrong's face remained unchanged, she only skipped the two strings, leaving a buffer period, then Zhen Huan spun rapidly, the tune changed again, and the strings were plucked and the end was calmly cleared.

This is a very test of Zhen Huan's dancing skills from fast to fast ending. Zhen Huan's dancing skills are not proficient at all. Although there is a buffer period, she can't end wonderfully, and the melody in the process is too fast. She can't communicate with the emperor like her previous life. You concentrated on dancing so that she barely made a mistake, and her movements were too large. Now she is a little unsteady, but there is nothing wrong with this dance and it is not brilliant.

An Lingrong saw that there was no surprise in the emperor's expression, and he was determined. Zhen Huan would go out of the palace to practice in the future, and the emperor would fall ill just because of her birthday. It can be seen that Zhen Huan occupies a great place in the emperor's heart, and she also wants to fight for a place in the emperor's heart, but the hearts of the people It's always small, like the emperor first cared about Chun Yuan and then gave most of it to Zhen Huan, so she planned to suppress Zhen Huan's success, and this heart was all accumulated.

Mei Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily Ling Rong reacted too quickly otherwise the song might not be finished.Concubine Hua didn't quite understand the rhythm. Seeing that Zhen Huan's dance didn't attract the emperor, she felt relieved, picked up the wine glass and started pouring herself.Only Cao Qin who was sitting there kept his silent smile and took a deep look at An Lingrong.

Zhen Huan knew that she was not good at dancing, so she bowed her head and saluted, "The concubine's skillful tricks made everyone laugh."

"This dance is still worse than Queen Chunyuan's." Prince Dun said without saying anything when he saw Yiwu Bi.

"Queen Chunyuan's dancing posture must be astonishing, and how many people in the world can match it." Guojun Wang cleaned up his clothes and came to the palace to watch during the second half of the dance, "Besides, there is nothing wrong with this lady's dance. It smells a bit like Concubine Mei."

"It doesn't matter whether this nobleman dances well or not, how do you know that there is something like Concubine Mei." Prince Dun has been unhappy with Guo Junwang's appearance of protecting the emperor's face.

"Of course I can't compare with Brother Ten when I practice martial arts, riding and shooting, but I, an idler, have read more of these history books than Brother Ten." Seeing that the topic had changed, King Guo took a look at himself.

"I have ridden all over the world, so what's the use of looking for so many history books? It's just because your mother is Han, so I taught you a lot of Chinese accents." Prince Dun replied rudely.

"What I need in the Qing Dynasty is talents with both civil and military skills. The two emperors are my right-hand men. Why should we compare their strengths for a while?" Yongzheng opened his mouth to mediate, and the two princes couldn't continue talking.

"Your Majesty, although my concubine doesn't know how the Empress Chunyuan's dance is, it's good for my concubine to watch the dance of the nobleman in Guan." Cao Qinmo added a sentence and brought the conversation back to Jinghong Dance.

"It's okay." The emperor commented, "I've been standing for a long time for this song, why don't I go down and rest."

Zhen Huan saluted, "The concubine thanked the emperor, so the concubine went down to change clothes first." She didn't dance well, since the emperor gave her steps, she couldn't defy the emperor's kindness.

At the beginning, the familiar face and familiar dance steps reminded Yongzheng of Chunyuan back then, but the moment the person on the other side spoke the words, he knew that this was not Chunyuan. People are comparable to pure yuan.

"I used to only know that Mr. Hui played the qin very well, but I don't want your Yueqin to be as good as it gets." Yongzheng looked at An Lingrong with his eyes on Zhen Huan.

Zhen Huan's dance was not brilliant, but Mei Zhuang and her piano skills showed. An Lingrong glanced at Shuang Yinyue in his hand, and then mustered up the courage to quickly glance at the emperor in the public and said in a hoarse voice, " Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment."

The author has something to say:

I don’t know why I always feel a little uncomfortable when I mention Chunyuan; I don’t know if you still remember the skill of Ling Rong’s Yueqin. Listen to him (my mausoleum has been hated by the emperor again) (but my mausoleum is really versatile!)

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