Chapter 567 Dancing
Large pieces of red cedar, with no closed gaps.
Two Hu people performing the Huxuan dance are carved.
The Hu man had a beard, wore a silk skirt and long boots, and looked funny.
The Huxuan girl, the Huxuan girl's heart chords, her hands responsive to the drums. At the sound of the strings and drums, her sleeves rise, the snow sways and the wind dances. She spins left and right, tirelessly, turning a thousand times without end. Nothing on earth can compare to her, the slowness of a running wheel and the sluggishness of a whirlwind. At the end of the song, she bows again to thank the emperor, who opens his mouth slightly. The Huxuan girl, leaving Kangju, journeys thousands of miles eastward in vain...
"Queen Du, do you believe me?" Zhu Huaizhen smiled like a flower, his eyes moving.
"I don't believe it." Queen Du shook her head slightly.
"Even if you don't believe me, I still have to tell you that this tomb door requires us to dance. Hu Xuan dance is the best, but it's okay if not." Zhu Huaizhen rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly.
"Really? Isn't that too absurd?" Emperor Zhao of Zhou laughed.
After saying that, Lou Li stepped forward and touched the grain of the large piece of red cedar.
There are two Hu people carved in relief, but countless small figures carved in relief.
"Then you can try other methods first. Once you believe it, then ask us to dance the Hu Xuan dance together." Zhu Huaizhen took Lou Li's hand and turned to leave.
So, Zhu Huaizhen started living a life of eating hot pot and listening to opera.
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.
Lou Li is responsible for singing, and his singing voice is soft and beautiful.
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.
"Princess Ronghua, don't forget your promise." Queen Du still maintained a decent smile.
"I told you to dance, but you all couldn't accept it." Zhu Huaizhen sighed.
After hearing this, Queen Du had no choice but to give up.
During these days, Empress Du and Emperor Zhao of Zhou were busy discussing and trying things together.
However, this large piece of red cedar did not react at all, as if it was not the tomb door.
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!
Zhu Huaizhen lived a leisurely life and even listened to "Autumn in the Han Palace".
"Princess Ronghua, please give it a try." Queen Du looked a little haggard.
After hearing this, Zhu Huaizhen agreed decisively.
She doesn't dance the Hu Xuan dance, she dances the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix.
Lou Liban's singing is pleasant and melodious, and it can transform into the musical feeling of metal, stone, silk and bamboo instruments such as chimes, zither, flute, pipe, konghou, xiao and sheng.
Then, larks, thrushes, plum birds, red-tailed trogons, green-tailed trogons, cockatiels, red-crowned cranes, white peacocks, wild geese, etc., circled in the sky and danced gracefully.
There are larks, thrushes, plum birds, red-tailed trogons, green-tailed trogons, cockatiels, red-crowned cranes, white peacocks, wild geese, etc., dancing gracefully.
Larks sang with clear voices, thrushes chirped a thousand times, a pair of plum birds with light blue feathers and two crimson flowers on their beaks tap-danced, the red-tailed quetzal and the green-tailed quetzal danced in tandem, wild geese circled, cockatiels chirped, red-crowned cranes stood proud, and white peacocks spread their feathers...
This scene of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix does not seem to have been prepared in advance.
Queen Du stared at Zhu Huaizhen, slowed down her dance, and fell into deep thought.
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