Everyone is stupid!
The whole hall was dumbfounded, filled with wood carvings and clay sculptures!
There was only the sound of rapid breathing, violent heartbeat, and the "cracking" sound of the lights.
Zhao Tong looked at Emperor Daojun and smiled shyly: "Guanjia, how do you like this song?"
Emperor Daojun said nothing.
Zhao Tong walked to Wang Fu, Cai You, and Bai Shizhong's table again: "You three adults, how do you like this song?"
The three of them were silent, with sweat dripping from their foreheads.
Zhao Tong walked up to Zhou Bangyan's other lyricists again and asked, "Master Zhou, how do you think this song is? Is it as good as the lyrics? Is it on par with the lyrics?"
Zhou Bangyan's throat made a "gulu, gulu" sound and he didn't speak. He seemed much more haggard than before, and even his beard seemed whiter.
Zhao Tong walked back to the front of Daojun Emperor: "Guan family!"
Emperor Daojun's face was expressionless, his lips moved, but he still didn't speak.
What to say? Second brother, you filled this song really well? That your song is the most romantic and unparalleled? It is said that this song can only be heard in heaven, and how many times can it be heard in the human world?
Whenever you say a word, you are slapping yourself in the mouth!
It would be better to say nothing!
Zhao Tie suddenly felt bored. He sighed softly, bowed and said: "Guan family, since the official family has no objection and the Zhou family has nothing to say, then I... will resign!"
Emperor Daojun remained silent, and everyone remained silent.
Zhao Tong turned around and walked slowly out. He passed by Cai You's table, reached out and grabbed a peach and took a bite. Cai You lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, pretending not to notice.
Zhao Tong came out of the palace and walked away.
Until he went very far and almost left the palace city, no one in the Jade Palace spoke...
There was a sensation in Tokyo that night.
The king of Qin, Zhao Tong, rectified Qu’s name.
Entering the imperial city alone, fighting against a group of families, the Five Autumn Festival has a twists and turns.
All the brothels in Tokyo are singing and partying all night long.
Among them, Fan Lou was the most lively, and it actually got the finale of King Qin's performance in the palace, the song that shook the audience, Nanlu Yizhihua·The leader of the universal prince.
As soon as Fan Lou sang this song, people from all over the place gathered here. Even though Fan Lou was big, it was still overcrowded. The corridors, stairs, and corners were all packed.
This song was sung repeatedly until dawn, and people did not want to leave.
After this night, many literati in Tokyo began to learn and compose songs. Music could be heard in the streets and in people's homes. Whenever this time, people's faces showed happy smiles.
With the passage of time, the story of Tokyo gradually spread to all directions, even to all foreign countries.
The music has been ranked alongside the lyrics in the world, sitting on an equal footing.
And Zhao Tong was also called by the scholars as the leader of Xingqu in the world and the sect of music in the world...
As time goes by, the weather becomes more and more bleak, and it is already the end of autumn.
The leaves of the sycamore tree wither and fall one by one, as if to indicate that the solar terms are about to change and another year is coming to an end.
It was a good day. The sun was shining lazily all day long. There was no autumn wind, and there was still a hint of warmth outside.
After dinner in the evening, Zhao Tao walked out of the door, walked around the mansion, and came to the moon gate of the back house.
He took a look inside. The back residence of the prince's palace was sparse and cold. Except for the courtyard of the two-story building, it was completely deserted.
He stood silently for a while, then walked towards the small building.
At this time, the setting sun was already a little cold, but the light was still brilliant, and the golden afterglow was dazzling.
Entering the yard, he saw two people busy in the flower garden.
The young lady was wearing a plain skirt and was picking flower seeds in the flower garden. The slanting sunlight shone on her cheeks, making her look particularly beautiful and dignified.
Zhao Tong looked at her and saw that she was picking the flower seeds seriously and carefully. Then Jin'er held up a small cloth bag next to her and carefully put the flower seeds into it.
There are several cloth bags of different colors. They are not newly sewn. They look like they have been used for some years. Each bag contains different items.
The yellow ones hold chrysanthemum seeds, the white ones hold roses, and the pink ones hold peonies.
Zhao Tong slowly walked over with his hands behind his back. When the two of them noticed that he was coming, they hurriedly stood up to greet him.
The young lady was a little embarrassed. Ever since the last time Zhao Tong went to the second floor of the small building, she felt a little panicked and at a loss when she thought about it. Although she had missed him in the past, she was never as panicked as she is now. Not only did she blush, but her body Also slightly hot.
Lowering his head, he still couldn't see the tip of the shoe.
She could feel Zhao Tong's eyes looking at her, wandering, and finally landed on the spot blocking her gaze, becoming motionless.
She immediately felt her heart beating faster, turned around and said, "I'm going to make tea for the prince."
Zhao Tong shook his head, turned to look at the fading sunset, and said, "Go sit inside the building."
The young lady froze and said, "Your Majesty, please."
Jin'er said from the side: "We have almost collected the flower seeds. Why don't the prince and the lady sit and talk while I go make tea."
Zhao Tong nodded and said: "Very good, Jin'er remember that the water should not be too old."
Jin'er said yes and returned to the building first, carrying the bag of flower seeds.
Zhao Tong and his wife walked side by side, and he sighed softly: "It's late autumn, and another year is about to pass."
The young lady raised her head and looked at him: "Your Majesty, I... have read His Majesty's music."
Zhao Tong shook his head: "It was done casually, not worth mentioning."
The young lady mustered up her courage: "It's really good, but it's a pity that I don't know how to play silk and bamboo music. Otherwise, I can sing to the prince. I can only play with some flowers, plants, and snacks..."
The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, and finally she could no longer be heard.
Zhao Tong smiled and said: "You don't need to sing, just have some snacks. No one can understand everything. Your flowers and plants are well planted and look pleasing to the eye. This is what you are good at. Why do you need to think about other things?"
The girl lowered her head again and said, "I... think you will like it."
Zhao Tong didn't say anything, and the two of them walked into the building. Zhao Tong sat down in the hall, and his wife went to fetch water to wash away the dust collected during picking.
Zhao Tong looked at her delicate figure, then looked out the window at the setting sun, thinking slightly.
It’s hard to calm down, just hard to calm down!
Among the people in Liangshan, there was almost no good woman they encountered.
Pan Jinlian, Pan Qiaoyun, Yan Poxi, Jia Shi, Sister Gu, Sun Erniang...
Including Hu Sanniang, after knowing that her family died tragically and Zhuangzi was slaughtered by Li Kui and Sister Gu, she became numb both physically and mentally. In the end, she turned into a thief and ignored the blood feud.
Hu Sanniang is not as good as Qiong Ying, but Qiong Ying is the kind of cruel and changeable character, and both of them go to extremes.
Only the little girl comes from a good family and has an upright family background, but she has the etiquette of the family and never goes out of line. She is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and never loses her place.
However, Gao Yanei pressed hard, and Lin Chong resigned and gave up.
That leopard-headed man with evil eyes is really helpless and full of scheming! Or maybe he has low emotional intelligence and simple thoughts!
None of these are important, what matters is the result. When looking at people, things and things in this world, we never look at the process, only the results!
It has never changed since ancient times, even in later generations.
At this time, Zhu Song's son was probably not born yet. Even if a woman was wronged and humiliated, she would not be oppressed by those rules, etiquette and dogma, and would not choose to commit suicide.
That actually started decades later.
But the young lady still chose three feet of white silk, the silk is as long as snow, and the soul is flying into the sky.
Perhaps some people think that it is best for San Zhen and Jiu Lie to die.
But why should he end up like those women?
Why?
Why should good people end up with bad people?
It’s hard to calm down, I’m not calm!
Then I won’t let you die! I won’t let you be humiliated! Don't let these things happen to you!
In front of the Yue Temple, since I saw Xinxi that after you were divorced, you were alone, helpless, helpless, and still being persecuted, then I would save you, bring you into the house, and keep you by my side.
Time goes by and the sun and the moon fly by, which may change your desire to die.
If you like it, then I will accept you!
Zhao Tong was thinking quietly when Jin'er brought tea and poured it for him.
He looked outside: "Where is Zhenniang?"
Jin'er said: "My wife has changed her clothes and is making snacks for the prince."
Zhao Tong said: "It's great to come over and talk. I just finished working outside and are you busy making snacks?"
Jin'er said: "My wife said that the prince likes it, so she will make it for him."
Zhao Tong took a sip of tea. At this time, the outside window became dark. It turned out that the sun had not completely set, but dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and the hall became a little dark.
Jin'er hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I'm going to light the lamp."
Zhao Tong put down the tea cup and walked to the window. He saw a cool breeze blowing outside and blowing in along the window, bringing with it a trace of moisture. It had started raining somewhere.
He frowned, and just as he was about to close the window, a twisted golden light suddenly lit up in the sky, making the outside suddenly brighter, but only for a moment, it became darker.
Jin'er came over with two gauze-shaded palace lanterns, and Zhao Tong said, "Let's light two more candles."
Jin'er trotted to find the candlestick, when a dull "bang" sound kept coming from the sky outside. It was not loud at first, but then a "click-click" sound of thunder sounded, shaking the small building.
There was an exclamation in the east kitchen, and then something seemed to fall to the ground with a crisp sound.
Zhao Tong walked towards the east kitchen and saw his mother standing there with a pale face. A plate of honey had been spilled on the floor, and the plate containing the honey was smashed to pieces.
When the young lady saw him coming, she bit her lip and lowered her head.
Zhao Tong walked forward with a smile, and the young lady hurriedly said: "Master, don't come over here. I have packed these away to avoid getting pricked..."
Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Tong pulled her into his arms and hugged her sideways.
"Jin'er, go light the lights on the second floor." Zhao Tong said outside.
"Your Majesty, you..." The little girl was held in his arms, feeling like her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She was so shy that she wanted to struggle hard, but unexpectedly, Zhao Tong lowered his head.
"Well……"
After a while, Jin'er's footsteps sounded: "Your Majesty, the lights are all lit...ah!"
Zhao Tong looked at the red-faced little girl outside the door, and carried his mother over: "It's raining outside, I... I won't leave tonight!"
The young lady was in Zhao Tong's arms, trembling slightly, burying her face inwards, not daring to move.
"Your Majesty...it's best if you don't leave." Jin'er calmed down and showed a hint of joy: "I'll lock the door now."
Zhao Tong carried his mother upstairs. Two palace lanterns and two red candles were already lit on the second floor. The shadows of the lamps flickered and shone on the wall like an ink painting.
It was already raining outside, and the rain was hitting the window panes, making a tinkling sound, as if it was playing a beautiful piece of music, which was particularly pleasant to listen to on this late autumn night.
Zhao Tong gently placed the girl on the couch. The girl closed her eyes tightly and her body was shaking slightly. She was extremely nervous inside.
The lights were on inside the house, but it was dark outside. There was no moon on this rainy night.
After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the room were almost gone and the rain outside the window gradually stopped.
Everything went quiet...
The morning sun is beginning to shine, and the sky is getting brighter.
Zhao Tao opened his eyes in a daze.
The little girl curled up in his arms, her long eyelashes flickering, as if she had woken up a long time ago, but she didn't dare to move.
His face was still stained with tears from last night's pain, and there was a hint of peace and tranquility in his expression.
Zhao Tong stood up, glanced at the blush on the couch, pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Zhen Niang, I'm leaving."
The girl didn't dare to answer, but nodded slightly.
Zhao Tong left the bedroom, went downstairs and went back to the front. Then he called a carriage and went straight to the palace city.
He wanted to talk to Empress Zheng about this, and wanted to introduce the young lady and give her a status.
Then he went to Emperor Daojun to ask for his orders.
Yes, you need the imperial edict first, and then enter.
He doesn't care whether it's against the rules or not.
You can't let your wife marry into the palace as a concubine.
Sitting on the carriage, he closed his eyes and meditated. Although there were some things that he couldn't figure out, it was not good to ask now. It was not too late to ask his wife later.
After entering the imperial city, we went straight to Zhengyang Palace. Today, many people came to Empress Zheng's side. Concubine Wang, Concubine Qiao, Wei Shi, etc. were all there, chatting.
Now that Empress Zheng is getting older, she no longer likes to play polo and other games. She mostly invites people to chat, play chess, and play and sing some songs.
Seeing Zhao Tong come in, Empress Zheng smiled and said: "I heard the magpies chirping non-stop this morning. Sure enough, my son has arrived, but in such a hurry. Could it be that there is really a happy event?"
Concubine Wang, Concubine Qiao and others said together: "Second brother is not interested in someone's daughter, so he came to ask the saint to make peace, right?"
After seeing the ceremony, Zhao Tong glanced at everyone. They were all familiar with each other. He took a few glances at Concubine Qiao. Although she looked pretty, she had a big mouth. She chattered all day long. She was long in the east and short in the west. If you know something, it won't take a long time for the whole palace and city to know.
However, Zhao Tong is not afraid of people saying that he got married openly and honestly, so what is there to say?
Then he told the story of the young lady. After hearing this, Madam Zheng said happily: "This is also good. Although I have not married a concubine, it is a happy event that I have a side room and the back house will not be deserted."
Everyone also expressed congratulations and said they would prepare gifts. After Zhao Tong thanked Empress Zheng, he excused himself and went to find Emperor Daojun.
At this time, the court had already come down, and I went to Yanfu Palace. Far away from the Kunyu Palace, I heard Emperor Daojun singing inside: "I am the leader of the world, the leader of the world's prodigal sons..."
Zhao Tong could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth and stopped walking, fearing that he would offend Emperor Daojun if he went over now.
He waited outside, and when the singing inside was complete and there was no sound for a moment, he walked over to let the young eunuch report.
Then he entered the Kunyu Hall and saw Emperor Daojun with a serious face, sitting behind the royal book case, holding a pen in his hand, as if he had just written, not like singing a song before.
Zhao Tao touched his chin and was speechless. After seeing the ceremony, he told her about his plans to get married and the royal decree.
Emperor Daojun nodded: "I agree to this matter, but I am curious, how did the second brother figure it out, and I don't know whose daughter it is?"
Zhao Tong saw his gossip and told his wife's background. Generally speaking, except for the first wife who married the royal family of the Song Dynasty, most of the others were from small families, so it was not unusual.
Emperor Daojun thought about it and said: "I remembered this matter. It turned out to be an affair back then. I didn't expect that my second brother was serious about it."
Zhao Zanli said: "Thank you very much, dad."
Emperor Daojun suddenly said: "Your Nanlu flower is full of romance, but it turns out it is just the romance in the song."
Zhao Tao blinked: "My child... is not as graceful and graceful as my father."
Emperor Daojun nodded: "So, the leader of the world..."
Zhao Tong said hurriedly: "I am truly worthy of my father's title."
Emperor Daojun touched his beard and said with a smile: "That's very good, very good!"
(End of chapter)
