At this time, the teahouse was bustling with activity! The first floor was packed, almost full; the third floor was equally bustling with guests. However, in stark contrast, the second floor seemed a bit deserted, with only a handful of people sitting around.
When the officials who had been watching from home heard that the Crown Prince, the Grand Tutor, and other important figures had gone to the teahouse, their curiosity and restlessness could no longer be suppressed. So, they all got up and hurried to the teahouse to find out what was going on.
Once the officials arrived at the teahouse, they were quickly led to the second floor. The moment they stepped onto the second floor, their eyes lit up, and they secretly sighed that the trip was truly worthwhile! Although the second floor was small, it was elegantly decorated, with a quiet and pleasant environment. More importantly, being able to get up close and personal with high-ranking officials such as the Crown Prince and the Grand Tutor was undoubtedly a rare opportunity.
Just as everyone was whispering and discussing, a deep and powerful drumbeat suddenly reached their ears. At first, the drumbeat was relatively slow, but in an instant it became as rapid as a storm, and became increasingly intense, as if it was shaking the entire space.
Everyone was captivated by the stirring drumbeats, their eyes simultaneously drawn to the source. Upon closer inspection, they discovered that several massive drums had been neatly arranged on a wide platform between the first and second floors. And now, vigorously beating these drums were several beautiful women! Dressed in gorgeous, colorful garments, their figures graceful, drumsticks in hand, they resembled ethereal fairies.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with astonishment at the scene before them. The women performed with expert skill, their movements seamlessly coordinated as they alternated beats. Each beat was perfectly timed, varying in rhythm from soft to heavy, slow to fast, stirring hearts and blood. As they beat, the drums resounded like thunder, resonating through the heavens and stirring the lofty aspirations of everyone present.
At that moment, a graceful figure descended from the third floor like a fairy. A closer look revealed a stunning woman! She wore a pink, strapless dress as her base, gently draped with a thin layer of pink gauze, which fluttered in the breeze, creating a dreamlike scene. A delicate, voluptuous peach blossom adorned her forehead, resembling a springtime blossom, exuding an enchanting fragrance. Her long, lustrous, black hair was piled high in a delicate bun, adorned with a string of pink pearls, shimmering brilliantly and complementing the ornament, adding to her elegance and grace. A pair of pink pearl earrings dangled from her ears, shimmering softly as she moved.
At first, the group of pedantic, conservative old guard, led by the Grand Tutor, looked upon this woman's unique attire with a wave of disdain and contempt. However, when they witnessed her subsequent spectacular performance, all their discontent instantly vanished. With a graceful leap, the woman landed steadily on the large drum in the center of the arena. She raised her toes slightly, pressing down on the drum with just the right amount of pressure, producing a clear, melodious, rhythmic drumbeat. The drumbeat was neither hurried nor slow, but rather measured and rhythmic, as if telling a moving story.
At the same time, the woman wielded a long red silk ribbon, resembling a vibrant flame dancing in the air. She skillfully used the strength of her arms to rhythmically strike the red ribbon against the surrounding drums. Each blow was precise, creating a rhythmic drumbeat that was sometimes passionate and surging, like a galloping horse, and sometimes gentle and soothing, like the gurgling of water. Everyone present was captivated by this magnificent performance, completely immersed in it.
At that moment, several pretty women, graceful figures, joined the stunning beauty in beating the drums. Their drumsticks flew up and down like the graceful dance of butterflies, making the already passionate drumbeats even louder and louder, shaking the heart like thunder.
Just as everyone was immersed in the shock of the fierce drumbeats, a gentle, melodious flute note suddenly drifted in. The sound was like a spring breeze, gently caressing everyone's heart; like the gurgling of a stream, nourishing everyone's soul. This gentle flute sound intertwined with the fierce drumbeats, blending together in an unexpected and perfect way.
Then, a clear and pleasant recitation sounded suddenly: "In the deep grass and dense forests, strange soldiers are hiding, and the overlapping mountains are filled with murderous aura. The jade palms brush the strings, and the horses and carriages whistle, and the rippling pearl wheels frighten the ghosts and gods. It is sad that the soldiers leave behind their dry bones, and laugh at the princes for their great reputations. When the song ends, the smoke disappears and the people are silent, and the lingering sound is faintly heard in the beams." As the reciter recited the last line of the poem with deep affection, the sounds of drums and flutes gradually became lower, like the tide receding, leaving only a trace of aftertaste lingering in the air.
At first, everyone fell silent after hearing the sound, seemingly still recovering from the thrilling performance. However, a moment later, the crowd erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, praising this magnificent performance endlessly.
As the graceful dancers slowly and smoothly exited the stage, the once quiet teahouse suddenly became noisy, with people whispering and discussing one after another, like a pot of boiling water. Those with a special love for literature were especially eager to record the beautiful poem they had just written, fearing to miss a single word.
At the same time, the Grand Tutor and several other respected gentlemen sitting in the private room upstairs exchanged glances with each other, and then nodded in unison, expressing their satisfaction with the poem and the performance.
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