Chapter 642: Dancing Princess vs. East Factory Admiral 2
Second floor.
The guard sitting by the fence watching the show frowned slightly and commented:
"Although Princess Changle has been divorced by His Majesty, she is, after all, born into the royal family and holds a noble status. Ordinary people wouldn't have the guts to humiliate her."
After staying in the palace for a long time, what kind of dirty intrigues have you not seen?
The person who threw the silver was obviously a servant of a certain concubine in the harem. He had finally waited for his enemy to fall to the bottom, and naturally he wanted to add insult to injury and step on him.
The man in black robe standing with his hands behind his back fixed his eyes on Quan Jiu.
"Looking at this situation, Princess Changle is probably going to be in trouble tonight."
"not necessarily."
The silent man in black robe suddenly spoke, his voice as clear and cold as jade.
The guard looked surprised: "Sir, are you speaking for Princess Changle?"
“…”
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First floor, dance floor.
Someone set a precedent, and some of the braver people also started to join in the fun, throwing silver and banknotes onto the stage.
Humiliating the high and mighty princess was something no one had ever dared to think about before.
Quan Jiu casually bent down to pick up the silver on the ground, without any embarrassment or anger after being humiliated:
"Three hundred and twenty-five taels, your Excellencies are truly generous."
Meng was a small country with a not very good economy. Many people could not get enough food, but this group of people spent a lot of money on pleasure.
Aunt Liu was standing next to the stage. Seeing this, she became a little anxious and gave her a look, asking her to start dancing quickly.
Meng Changxi is a princess and has been proficient in dancing since childhood. Performing a dance is not a difficult task for her.
The problem was that this dance was too frivolous and was designed to please the patron. If a princess of a country danced this inappropriate dance in public, she would become the laughing stock of the entire capital in a day.
Quan Jiu put the silver notes and change he picked up aside.
The sounds of pipa and guzheng sounded at the same time, but she did not start dancing according to the originally rehearsed movements. Instead, she rolled up her sleeves and picked up the drumstick beside her.
"What is she going to do?!"
The handle of the drumstick was almost as thick as her wrist, and it would be difficult for an ordinary woman to hold one drumstick in one hand.
The girls who were accompanying her were also surprised and curious about her actions, but they did not dare to stop.
“Bang!”
A dull drumbeat.
“Boom—boom—boom—boom!”
The rhythm of the drums gradually became heavier and faster, and the originally light drum beats became more powerful. The people in the audience originally thought that she was just beating the drums randomly to vent her emotions, but after listening for a few seconds, someone in the audience screamed in surprise.
"It's the Luoyang War Drum!"
The people in the audience looked at each other, and thought of a piece of history at the same time.
When the late emperor was still young, he also had days of vigor and vitality.
He single-handedly charged into the enemy camp, led an army of 100,000 to break through the defense of 500,000 troops, and forcibly took the fallen city of Luoyang back from the enemy.
Unfortunately, in the end, only two thousand people were left out of the 100,000-strong army.
It is said that during that battle, the late emperor personally beat the war drum to boost morale, and it was this war drum that he beat.
In order to commemorate this famous battle in which the outnumbered side defeated the larger force, and also to seek a good omen, the historian recorded the war drum that the late emperor had beaten at that time in a book and named it the Luoyang War Drum.
Over time, the Luoyang war drum became not only used to praise the former emperor, but also became a symbol of courage.
Quan Jiu did not have any suitable clothes, and when he was expelled from the palace, all of his jewelry and clothes were divided up by the palace maids.
Aunt Liu prepared a lot of clothes for her, but they were all as frivolous and worldly as before.
She didn't think too much about it and just found a maid's coarse cloth dress from Cuizhu's bag and put it on.
The maid's clothes had no decorations at all, they were plain white, made of the lowest grade linen, and had no style at all. It was just such an ordinary piece of clothing, but when Quan Jiu wore it, he managed to exude an unyielding spirit and arrogance.
"Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!"
At first, the sound of the drums was only as loud as raindrops, but later, it exploded like thunder!
The pipa and guzheng that were originally playing had stopped at some point, and the increasingly loud drum sounds became dominant, drowning out the lingering and sad sounds of the string instruments.
The sound of passionate war drums in Baihua Tower was an unreasonable thing. The guests in the private rooms on the second floor opened their doors, leaned on the railings on the second floor, and looked towards the platform on the first floor.
"Who is beating the drum?" someone asked curiously.
"Meng Changxi."
Upon hearing the answer, the person who asked the question sighed.
Although the late emperor's political achievements could not match Chu Tuo's, he loved the people like his own children and made many contributions to the State of Meng. The people still felt grateful and in awe of the late emperor.
Hearing the war drums of Luoyang, the older people naturally recalled the heroic feat of the late emperor leading his army to capture Luoyang.
The 100,000-strong army was almost wiped out. I heard that it was because of this battle that the late emperor developed a disease in his right leg and was never able to go out to fight the enemy again.
"The late emperor's body is still warm, and Your Majesty is treating the princess of the previous dynasty like this. This is a bit too much..."
Some people looked at Quan Jiu's thin and determined back and couldn't help but speak up for her.
After all, the late emperor did not do anything to harm the people. Princess Changle grew up in front of the people. The princess was kind-hearted and generous. From time to time, she sent people to give porridge to beggars in and outside the city. Now she was thrown into Baihua Tower and humiliated, which is hard to bear.
"Shh!"
When his accomplice heard his reckless remarks, he immediately covered his mouth.
"Some things should be kept in our hearts. Don't say them out loud. It could cost you your life!"
The person whose mouth was covered looked helpless and sighed.
The royal family's affairs are not something that ordinary people can interfere in.
After the song was over, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on Quan Jiu's forehead.
Beating the drum is a physical job, and beating the war drum is even more so.
On the battlefield, soldiers who beat the drums must go through layers of selection and long-term training before they can beat the drums with inspiring passion.
This body has been used to being precious since childhood, so it was too difficult for it to beat the war drum for the first time.
Throwing away the drumstick, Quan Jiu looked around indifferently, said nothing, and walked off the stage alone.
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At the same time, the news that the princess of the previous dynasty was beating the war drum in Baihua Tower quickly spread to the palace.
Chu Tuo was sitting in the imperial study. When he heard the secret guard's report, he stopped reviewing the memorials and placed the red brush on the table.
"She is openly opposing me."
The secret guard lowered his head and dared not speak.
Chu Tuo narrowed his eyes slightly: "Never mind, this is all she has. Let's remove the people who are watching her."
A woman who was banished to Baihua Tower was not worth his attention.
If he really took action against her because of this matter, it would only affect his reputation among the people.
………
Quan Jiu got off the stage and ran away decisively. The thugs sent by Aunt Liu surrounded him layer by layer, and several of them started playing hide-and-seek in Baihua Tower.
"Over here!"
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