Chapter 113: Like a raging fire burning for nine days (1st update)
The people inside the temple were delighted by the heavy snow outside the temple. They wanted to take a look despite the cold wind. The fiery red lights seemed to be able to dissipate the temperature brought by the wind and snow. They were filled with joy. The pure white snow reflected the fiery red lanterns.
It was a lot more festive.
But the people waiting outside the hall were shivering with cold, especially the dancers. In order to perform the dance, they only wore extremely thin clothes. Even if they were wrapped in cloaks, they could not stop the cold wind from entering.
A group of dancers huddled together to keep each other warm, except for one person.
The octagonal palace lanterns are inlaid with colored glaze, the canopy tents are filled with gauze, the gold cups and jade cups are used to display fine wine and delicacies, and the ladies of the palaces in luxurious clothes are blooming with a hundred flowers. This place is all luxurious and noble.
In such a luxurious place, there is a person, dressed in blue-grey clothes, who is so cold and cold.
Lin Yu listened to the sighs of everyone in the hall and looked at the heavy snow falling in front of him. He was holding his most beloved lyre in his hand. It had been soaked in his blood again and again recently. Even though it had been wiped, it still smelled of blood.
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He was not in the mood to appreciate the snow. He was waiting for the imperial concubine to summon him. Tonight was the last song, and he would be relieved after it was played.
He has already made up his mind to leave after tonight, as far away as possible.
"Hiss!" "Wow!"
The sound of inhalation was accompanied by a shocked sigh: "Oh my god, is that the imperial concubine?"
The man who was almost turning into a sculpture finally made some movement. He looked along the line of sight of everyone and saw what he could see, his pupils trembled slightly.
In the heavy snow, someone dressed in red came walking on the snow. Her body was as red as blood, her hair was spread down, only slightly tied with a ribbon, and she was holding Qin in her arms.
That bright color stands out in the snow, just like red plums blooming in the snow.
Lin Yu saw the piano in her hand and suddenly understood that she didn't need him to accompany her music.
It should be said that her purpose was never to let him accompany her in music.
Ye Wanwan came over and stopped at Feng Xue's door, with no intention of stepping in.
He raised his hand and slowly loosened the rope of the cloak. The cloak fell, and his red skirt was blown away, like a burning flame, still burning in the ice and snow.
The red skirt was flying, but she spun around and sat on the floor, with the hem of her skirt flying and the long piano falling on her knees.
I plucked the strings with my bare hands, and one syllable shattered the snowflakes.
"Zhengzhengzheng!"
The sound of the piano is like the beating of a drum, shaking the heartstrings, and then suddenly stops, and then the sound of the piano starts, as if the strings are shattering thousands of snowflakes.
The sound of the piano is cold, bone-chilling, as if a Saibei cold knife cuts through the ice and snow, with murderous intent. It is supposed to be a chilling song, but she has added countless gorgeous embellishments, majestic and domineering, like a man in brocade.
General, you kill all the enemies on the battlefield, and then you return home in rich clothes, majestic and gorgeous.
The most difficult thing is to understand the meaning of the music, not only to understand the meaning of the music, but also to read people's hearts.
Lin Yu looked at the flames in the wind and snow in a daze, hating why he had to understand.
Concubine Ye... is simply a poisonous existence.
It was said to be a dance, but Concubine Ye did not dance from the beginning to the end. But if it was said that there was no dance, the hem of her skirt was flying like a fire burning for nine days, and the flying snow all over the sky danced with it.
A feast that is breathtakingly beautiful but beyond words.
When the song ends, people leave, and the lingering sound lingers.
A song in the snow, full of splendor.
Not everyone can understand the artistic conception of that song, but those who can understand half of it can feel the dull pain in their heart, and all the unwillingness and resentment are drawn out and fill their hearts, making them so depressed that they can't breathe.
The things of the imperial concubine are very expensive, and no one can appreciate them in vain, without regrets or pain.
This piece of music is not desolate and sad, but rather magnificent and magnificent.
Ye Wanwan never appeared at the banquet again, and no one mentioned or talked about this song.
After the banquet, it is necessary to keep the New Year's Eve together. Everyone sits together and keeps watch until midnight.
The fireworks in the palace were in full bloom, gorgeous and gorgeous. When everyone's eyes were attracted by the fireworks, Zhao Yi turned around and left.
"Your Majesty..." Leng Yunqing stretched out her hand to catch Zhao Yi. She knew where he was going. He was going to find Ye Wanwan, that witch who seduced the Emperor's soul ever since she played the piano.
After that, I was absent-minded.
It's a pity that Zhao Yi walked in a hurry, as if he didn't hear her call at all and left quickly.
Today is the New Year, and he went to see Concubine Ye, so who does she think she is as a queen?
Seeing this, Concubine Liu Xian couldn't help but laugh mockingly. Queen, that's all. But she wasn't very happy either. After all, she was also one of the people crushed by Concubine Ye.
Zhao Yi was full of emotions and couldn't wait to see Ye Wanwan. He knew why. He wanted to love her well and completely turn her into his woman.
However, Ye Wanwan fell ill.
Wearing only a few clothes and playing a song in the heavy snow, it would be strange not to get sick.
After playing the music, she started to have a fever when she returned home. She took medicine early to rest. By this time, she had already woken up.
"Wanwan..." Zhao Yi sat on the bedside and called Ye Wanwan, reaching out to hold her hand, his eyes full of infatuation. He smelled strongly of alcohol and was already a little drunk.
"Why are you so stupid and insisting on tossing yourself in the snow? Do you mean to make me feel guilty?"
Ye Wanwan looked at him calmly: "I did it myself, what does it have to do with the Emperor?"
Zhao Yi sighed: "I just want you to be subdued. Why are you so stubborn? That's all. I won't force you anymore."
After saying that, she leaned forward to kiss him. Ye Wanwan pushed him away and then sat up: "It's late at night, Your Majesty, it's time to go back and rest."
How could Zhao Yi leave?
"I will accompany you tonight."
"My concubine has contracted the cold and it will be bad if she passes it on to the emperor."
"Do you think I'm as squeamish as you? This bit of wind and cold can't do anything to me."
Does this mean that you will never give up until you reach your goal?
Ye Wanwan raised her hand to refuse, and Zhao Yi grabbed her hand, his eyes narrowed and angry: "You always refuse, just because you don't want me to favor you, right?"
Ye Wanwan didn't say anything, and Zhao Yi suddenly became angry: "Ye Wanwan, you are my woman!"
Ye Wanwan twitched the corner of her lips: "Your Majesty has forgotten that on the night when I entered the palace, you lifted my hijab and threw it aside, telling me not to have any wishful thinking."
"I discarded it like worn-out shoes, how can I pick it up now? I was tortured by illness, laughed at by everyone, and I was worse off than dead. How could you have any pity for me?"
Ye Wanwan asked calmly, not even thinking it was a question, she just stated a fact calmly.
Zhao Yi looked at her and didn't know what to say for a while. He also remembered the night Ye Wanwan entered the palace. He entered the Guanju Palace. She was nervous and shy sitting on the bed. She was also blushing when he lifted the hijab.
His face was red, and his eyes were shining. He remembered that she liked him at that time. From childhood to adulthood, she had always wanted to be his concubine. How could she not like him?
But at that time he was dismissive of her, extinguished the light in her eyes with his own hands, making her resentful, and wanted her to turn against the Queen Mother, but he succeeded, and in the end she also hated him.