Luoshui Book
They won't sew it up.
8
Shortly after, Princess Yuzhi appeared, still dressed in crimson. Her dancing skills were indeed superb; her movements were light and graceful, like a swallow, each step like a lotus blossom, as elegant as a butterfly dancing among flowers, as lofty as the moon in the mountains. Wenchang vaguely felt that the only dance she had ever seen that could rival hers was Qing Jiujiu's "Blue and White Porcelain Fantasy Under the Moonlight," but Qing Jiujiu was dead, and that exquisite dance, imbued with all her emotions, was no longer in the world. Yet, Princess Yuzhi's dance, filled with admiration and anticipation, could indeed be called unparalleled in the heavens. Wenchang responsibly finished playing the piece, knowing that the "main event" specially arranged by the Heavenly Emperor was about to begin. Although she repeatedly told herself there was nothing to be nervous about, her heart was inexplicably pounding rapidly.
The Heavenly Emperor was clearly very satisfied with Yu Zhi's performance. After clapping his hands in praise, he looked at the Emperor and said, "Your dance was graceful and elegant. I wonder what the Emperor thought of this performance?"
“Under the rule of the Heavenly Emperor, there are many talented and extraordinary people, so the dancers’ dances are naturally exceptional as well.” Mu Yan said in a calm tone.
"With Your Majesty's wedding imminent, I have a small gift to offer as a congratulatory gift." He beckoned, and the princess in crimson robes stepped forward. "Since Your Majesty also finds this dancer's performance pleasing, I will present her to Your Majesty."
"You're too kind, Your Majesty." The Emperor's expression remained calm. Wen Chang unconsciously clenched his fists, determined that after the banquet, even if he had to resort to crying, making a scene, or threatening suicide, he would still cut off this unwanted suitor from Mu Yan's side.
"Wait a moment," Mu Yan raised his hand to stop the dancers and palace maids who were about to leave, and turned to look at the Heavenly Lord, saying unhurriedly, "I thank the Heavenly Lord for his kindness, but I have a request. I love music, especially the zither. Just now, I heard a piece called 'Early Plum Blossoms,' and the clear and melodious sound of the zither moved me deeply. I wonder if it would be possible to exchange the zither player for the dancer? If so, I would thank the Heavenly Lord for his kindness." His request was quite appropriate. Most of the immortals present, including the Heavenly Lord, were knowledgeable and could see that although the fairy in scarlet clothes was highly skilled in dancing, the fairy who played "Early Plum Blossoms" was even more outstanding in her zither playing. Although she was not the finale, she was truly impressive.
After pondering for a long time, the Heavenly Emperor finally said, "Yes, yes, of course."
"Thank you very much then." The Emperor bowed and expressed his gratitude, without giving Wen Chang a second glance from beginning to end.
Chang, escorted by four attendants, waited for the Emperor at the foot of the Guangbi Hall. She was filled with anxiety, realizing the situation was dire. When Mu Yan returned, he would surely see through her scheme, and she would be ridiculed for her efforts to ruin his "good deed." Perhaps he had already seen through her, otherwise why would he suddenly demand the exchange of Qin Ji? Her best course of action was to slip away before he exposed her and then deny everything. However, before she could find a chance to escape, the banquet ended. A short while later, she saw Emperor Taihao walking gracefully alone from the Yaotai Water Pavilion. The moonlight was bright, and the water shimmered. His handsome appearance was captivating. As he drew near, she heard his smiling voice, "Thank you, celestial officials. I will take this fairy back with me."
The servants bowed and took their leave. He slowly turned around, tilting his head slightly to look at her. "Ah Fu, did you have fun today?"
"Uh, you knew it was me all along?"
He smiled knowingly, "Isn't the only person in the world who can play the zither with twenty-four different finger techniques the famous Princess Wenchang?"
"We're in the sky now..."
He didn't refute it, but changed the subject, "You came here specifically today not because you don't trust me, right?"
"Of course not." She denied it outright, and said with a smile, "Of course I believe you, but I heard that there was an invasion of 'foreign enemies' and you fought against them all. Although I trust you, it is also necessary for me to personally lead the troops to the front lines to express my gratitude."
"Oh, so you're saying you're the ruler and I'm the subject? I'd like to have a discussion with you about these fundamental principles of morality and ethics..."
"No, no," she smiled ingratiatingly. "The analogy I used earlier wasn't appropriate. Let me use another one. I've heard that you're going to have a showdown with the Heavenly Emperor today. I'm eager to witness your prowess and admire you greatly. That's why I've come here to observe and learn from you."
"..."
"Now that this matter is settled, let's go back." He took her hand and was about to leave when Wenchang looked at the zither he was still holding, which he hadn't put back when he came down from the hall. He quickly said, "Wait a minute, this zither is still with me. I need to return it to Fairy Shuangcheng."
“No need to return it, that instrument is mine,” he said calmly.
"How come it's yours?" she asked in astonishment.
"Why can't it be mine? I made it myself. I used the best phoenix tree in the entire world."
"You can make instruments?"
"..." He looked at her with a dark expression, "What kind of violin is that in your hand?"
"The Fuxi style."
"What's my name?"
"Mu Yan."
He gave a look that he didn't want to continue, but after a moment's hesitation, he reminded her again, "My original name."
“Fuxi—” She suddenly remembered that the first line of the first page of the “Qin Cao” she had learned back then said “Fuxi made the qin”, and she couldn’t help but open her mouth wide. He looked at her shocked expression, sighed, and asked with a mournful tone, “You have never thought that I and Fuxi are the same person, have you?”
"yes……"
"..."
After a pause, she realized the hidden meaning and asked, "Why is your zither with Shuangcheng?"
"I asked her to give it to you."
Did you know I would come?
"Of course." He looked completely confident. "Wasn't Feng Jiu coming to find you?"
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