Chapter 564 Unwilling
A snowstorm suddenly started outside.
Shen Nuo can't leave for the time being.
Of course, Zhu Huaizhen, Lou Li, Queen Du, and Emperor Zhao of Zhou could not leave either.
Zhu Huaizhen suggested having hotpot, and no one objected.
Queen Du was not interested in hot pot.
Shen Nuo said nothing.
Emperor Zhao of Zhou took an indifferent attitude.
Lou Li, on the other hand, was busy running around and having a lot of fun.
A bronze tripod with melon-shaped and animal-shaped ears was turned out, washed and scrubbed, and thoroughly cleaned.
There are nine kinds of base ingredients, namely, mellow butter, spicy duck feet, spicy beef bones, three fresh soup, tomato spare ribs, hot and sour golden soup, pork tripe and chicken soup, sesame oil porridge, and wolfberry mushroom soup.
The ten hot pot dishes include large slices of tripe, crispy tribute vegetables, tender shrimp balls, large-sliced kidney slices, icy goose intestines, crispy tofu, boneless chicken feet, kelp seedlings, yellow cattle throat, and spicy beef.
"Does Duobao Mountain also have a bronze tripod with melon-shaped and animal-shaped ears?" Shen Nuo muttered to himself.
"What's so surprising about this? There are treasures of the Great Zhou Dynasty in Duobao Mountain. Xiao Ge is the tomb keeper. He comes to Duobao Mountain every three years and rests at the foot of the mountain for three months." Zhu Huaizhen smiled like a flower, his eyes moving.
"Tomb keeper? The treasures of the Great Zhou Dynasty are preserved in the form of tombs?" Queen Du asked softly.
"There are many mechanisms in the tomb. If we don't do this, it will easily arouse jealousy." Zhu Huaizhen said slowly.
Alas, it’s really boring to talk about the treasure of the Great Zhou Dynasty while eating hot pot.
Seeing this, Lou Li knew that Zhu Huaizhen was upset and couldn't help but pull Zhu Huaizhen's sleeve.
"Zhen'er, I'll sing for you, okay?" Lou Li said softly.
After hearing this, Zhu Huaizhen hesitated.
She was naturally happy that Lou Li was singing opera.
However, she didn't want Empress Du, Emperor Zhou Zhao, and Chen Nuo to hear it.
"It doesn't matter. They will all be dead in the future." Lou Li suddenly transmitted his voice with his internal force.
After saying this, Zhu Huaizhen shook his head and laughed.
So, Lou Li raised his orchid finger and began to sing.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
Wow, I never get tired of listening to "Peach Blossom Fan".
Ah! I feel a sense of sadness towards this desolate wilderness. The grass has already turned yellow, and rabbits are already bracing for frost. Dogs have lost their fur, men are sharpening their tasseled spears, horses are laden with luggage, carts are carrying provisions, and hunting grounds are being set up. He, he, he, sadly bid farewell to the Han lord; I, I, I, I, hand in hand, go up to Heliang. His followers enter the wilderness; I return to Xianyang in the imperial carriage. Returning to Xianyang, passing the palace walls; passing the palace walls, circling the corridors; circling the corridors, near the imperial chambers; near the imperial chambers, the moon is dim; the moon is dim, the night is cool; the night is cool, and I cry in the stinging cold; I cry in the stinging cold, by the green gauze window; the green gauze window, I don't think about you!
There is also "Autumn in the Han Palace", which won't make you tired of it.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
Listening to "The Injustice of Dou E", Zhu Huaizhen missed the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall made by Qiu Niang.
"Empress Du, are you unwilling?" Zhu Huaizhen held up her rosy cheeks, smiled sweetly, and her grape eyes were clear and bright.
Zhu Huaizhen was inspired by seeing Queen Du engrossed in the opera and shedding a few tears.
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