"Huh~"
Yue Guanchao looked at the clear tile window halfway up the tower wall. Those flying corpses were constantly circling around the top of the tower. Their specific appearance could no longer be seen. Only a few black shadows could be seen passing by, which shocked everyone for a while.
Not long after, light suddenly burst out from the darkness behind them. Everyone was lowering their heads and gasping for air. Something unexpected happened and they couldn't help but look back.
Oops~
The interior of the Beng Pagoda has completely changed its appearance, becoming a magnificent and luxurious palace banquet venue in ancient times.
Corridors with carved windows, fluttering colorful curtains, banquet displays, singing and singing... The palace lights everywhere are as bright as neon, and the balustrades are stacked in staggered levels, like the patterns inside the conch, extending to the top of the tower.
The empty space on the top of the tower was replaced by a tortoiseshell lotus lantern!
The lotus lantern is as big as a carriage and can be several meters high. It hangs upside down from the top of the tower with its petals facing down. Thousands of petals are curled up and opened and stretched in all directions. The flowers and leaves are as bright as topaz and as clear as honey jelly.
Each lotus petal is made of tortoise shell thin slices of different shapes, and gold threads are used to piece together many beautiful figures of the palace maids. The exterior is gilded with transparent glass, the lotus pieces are as big as the mouth of the vat and are cast into copper embryos, and there are countless lotus leaves sticking out of the lotus disk. Holding up more than a hundred lamps as big as the palm of your hand.
Under the illumination, the candlelight reflected the lotus petals, rippling out the colorful light of colored glaze. The clear tortoise shell suddenly bloomed with a golden halo, reflecting the dust in the tower like fireflies, and illuminated many dark corners.
Yue Guanchao looked carefully. Starting from the top of the tower, the spiral railings were lined with maids and eunuchs. They were like puppets with no joy or sorrow, staring blankly downstairs. No matter how lively the surroundings were, they could not change the cold expression on their faces.
On the other hand, the hall downstairs is much more lively. The entire main hall is completely decorated for a palace banquet in the Tang Dynasty!
To the north, there is the Haidong Jiangshan screen spread out in front. The six-fold bronze screen covers the canvas and is firmly stretched to occupy the main position.
On both sides of the screen, there is an array of chime bells. The musical artist holds a wooden pestle similar to a spoon and beats the various notes of the bells continuously. The sound is clear and full of music.
Outside the chime clock, there is a long table with thousands of seats arranged along the arc wall. Each palace concubine is gorgeously dressed and sitting behind the table, holding the delicacies and wine on the table, savoring them carefully and sipping them slowly.
They were all different in height, short, fat and thin, with either heavy or gaudy makeup, and were all in a state of drunkenness. They stared at the rug round table in front of the screen, motionless as if they were frozen in place.
The direction these people were looking at was the couch in front of the screen!
Their eager eyes made everyone unconsciously look at the screen. The people on the couch were all too familiar to them.
Haidong Sheng Huang replied to Yin Zun.
This man, who had just been dressed as a human being with a dragon's tail wrapped around the pillar, was now wearing a crimson round robe, with his head behind him slightly raised. His eyes had returned to normal, and he was sitting cross-legged in front of him in regular clothes.
Next to him, Queen Haidong sat parallel to each other across a low black table, but her expression was obviously unhappy. Even though her hair was full of pearls and she was gorgeously dressed, she could not hide the resentment in her eyes. The resentful woman in the palace refers to her face. !
The two of them seemed to be angry, but Da Yinzun didn't care about her as the queen at all, and only focused on staring in front of him, with so much affection in his eyes that he almost shed tears.
"Why do these people seem to be frozen in place, with no activity at all?"
Song Siyuan walked towards these concubines. They were all charming and heavily made-up. It was obvious at a glance that they were the concubines who had been made into human skins and sacrificed as puppets in the Ayin Zun Palace.
"Song Qianjin, I think there's something that hasn't come out yet. Isn't it that the person Da Yinzun is looking at hasn't appeared yet?"
Mr. Cat looked at Song Siyuan. He had just noticed that Da Yinzun looked quite happy, so there should be an important person missing on the rug on the round platform.
Just when everyone was wondering, the wailing chimes gradually subsided, and the music gradually filled their ears. Between the drums, the harp and the sheng, the ethereal melody gradually came towards everyone.
Squeak!
The tower door is wide open.
A young eunuch shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Madam is here!"
But in the blink of an eye, there was already a row of palace maidens dressed in bird feathers and colorful clothes, wrapped in clouds and mist, and came kicking. The skirts were as bright as clouds, billowing gracefully in the misty mist.
Surrounded by the ladies, everyone saw Mrs. Qionghua again.
At this moment, Mrs. Qionghua was wearing a more gorgeous bird-feather dress, and was surrounded by palace maids. She had a high nose, deep eyes, beautiful blue eyes, a Daisy bun, and a shining golden crown. She had an unrivaled elegance.
Although she is a Hu, she is no different from a Han lady. She is quite skilled in the dance that originated from the Hu. She folds her waist, cuts off her sleeves, and spins in the air... In the delivery room, colorful silk drapes and silk ribbons are flying in the air. Like a giant in the clouds or a dragon swimming in the water.
When you are enjoying yourself, you will be surrounded by other palace ladies, just like the flying fairies of Dunhuang. The gorgeous and bright neon dance skirts are like the beautiful murals in the Northwest Sutra Grottoes!
"This, is this a colorful feather dance?"
