Recalling the moment she first learned the Imperial Preceptor's name, Feng Qingyun still blushed. Now, seeing that Qin Qianluo had the same reaction, she felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.
Every cell was immersed in pleasure, as if it had discovered the most interesting secret in the world.
Meanwhile, in the solemn and dignified imperial court, the atmosphere seemed somewhat strange.
The emperor sat high on the magnificent dragon throne, dressed in a splendid dragon robe.
The five-clawed golden dragon, embroidered with gold thread, gleamed in the sunlight, its crown adorned with jade beads that radiated a warm luster.
He should have appeared dignified and authoritative, as if he controlled the world, but at this moment, he looked bewildered, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes filled with confusion.
His gaze kept shifting between Qin Qianluo and the Imperial Preceptor, trying to find a clue from their expressions and gestures.
We need to figure out why the seemingly ordinary words "Yu Ji" could elicit such a strong reaction from the little girl.
The courtiers were in an uproar. They whispered among themselves, their voices, though not loud, echoed like a swarm of buzzing bees throughout the court.
Their faces were full of doubt, and they would occasionally steal glances at the Imperial Advisor.
His eyes were filled with curiosity and inquiry, as if he were trying to figure out if there was some earth-shattering secret hidden behind the name.
Some ministers shook their heads slightly and muttered, "This name sounds quite ordinary. Is there anything special about it?"
Some ministers stroked their beards, deep in thought, trying to recall the unique aspects of the name from their memories.
The Imperial Advisor herself was also completely bewildered. She stood quietly in place, her posture still upright like a pine tree, but her expression was slightly solemn.
Her brows furrowed slightly, forming a shallow "川" shape, and her eyes were full of doubt and confusion.
She pondered to herself: her name was indeed Yu Ji, a name that had followed her for many years, and she had never felt there was anything wrong with it.
Normally, when people hear this name, they praise it for its pleasant sound and auspicious meaning.
But today, Qin Qianluo's reaction was really strange, as if the name had suddenly become a taboo, something people would avoid at all costs.
Her gaze swept across the crowd, trying to find an answer in their expressions, but all she saw was blankness and confusion, which made her even more puzzled.
Qin Qianlu stood there stunned, the words "Yu Ji" echoing in her mind. It took her a while to come to her senses.
She took a deep breath, composed herself, and continued, "Yunbao, are you sure this is a fictional dynasty?"
The name "Yu Ji" was like a bolt of lightning, tearing apart her understanding. What followed was not just the overlap of names, but also a violent collision between two time periods.
The legendary Yu Ji of ancient times was a figure who shone brightly and then fell in the long river of history.
Her beauty was breathtaking, so beautiful that it eclipsed the landscape; her love was pure and intense, and her romance with Xiang Yu was brewed by time into a bitter wine.
Surrounded by enemies on all sides at Gaixia, she danced out the last splendor of her life, ending this love story with a tragic suicide.
The story of "Farewell My Concubine" is poignant and has been sung repeatedly throughout the millennia, with every note filled with endless sorrow and deep affection.
The Heavenly Mystery National Preceptor Yu Ji before them was equally breathtakingly beautiful, yet she exuded a sharp aura that made people hesitant to approach her.
These two faces alternated in Qin Qianluo's mind, blurring the line between reality and history at this moment.
Her feet felt like they were walking on clouds, and she couldn't tell where she was. She was filled with a sense of unreality.
It was as if I had been drawn into a bizarre and fantastical dream, and every time I tried to grasp the truth, I only touched an illusory bubble.
Feng Qingyun had anticipated Qin Qianluo's reaction. She had been laughing so hard her stomach hurt, and it took her a while to recover.
She coughed lightly, her playful expression vanishing, replaced by a serious one, her eyes gleaming with earnestness.
"Luo Bao, you can rest assured. We are currently in a fictional dynasty."
The fact that the imperial advisor was named Yu Ji was merely a strange coincidence.
Yu Ji from the Chu-Han Contention was the destined lover of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu.
Their love was like a rose blooming amidst the flames of war, both passionate and poignant.
In the Battle of Gaixia, the Chu army was heavily surrounded by the Han army, and their fate was sealed. Outside the camp, the Chu songs were mournful and heartbreaking, as if they were a lament played by destiny.
Yu Ji gazed at the weary and desperate Xiang Yu, her eyes filled with deep affection and reluctance.
She knew that her presence might hinder Xiang Yu's breakout.
So she put on her most beautiful clothes and, in the dimly lit tent, danced the last dance of her life for Xiang Yu.
Her dance was both light and heavy; every spin, every raised hand, was filled with her love and longing for Xiang Yu.
After the dance, she drew her sword without hesitation. A flash of cold light appeared, and blood stained her skirt, staining that period of history red.
She exemplified the meaning of unwavering devotion in the face of death, and the story of "Farewell My Concubine" became an eternal legend, moving generations to come.
Feng Qingyun spoke slowly, her voice slightly hoarse, as if she were choked by this sad past, her eyes glistening with tears, immersed in that poignant history.
"But our Tianxuan's Yu Ji is the complete opposite."
She grew up in a Taoist temple, and her bones exuded the coldness and resilience of the temple. She acted decisively and ruthlessly, and her methods were so sharp that they made people tremble with fear.
Her motto, "Better to die for your fellow practitioners than for yourself," was no joke.
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