Beijiang Zhiqing also walked to the pile of gifts, picked up a purple jade Xiao and said: "This Xiao is so beautiful, I wonder who gave it to it?"
"It's me." Hanjiang Zui stood up and said.
"Mr. Han, thank you very much. I will keep this gift in my heart." In fact, Han Jiangming specially selected this gift for her, but Han Jiangming suffered from the cold and it was not suitable to come.
"Hey, Fourth Sister, I think that jade glass vase is also very beautiful." Beijiang Zhihui said, pointing to a bottle that was white and tinged with red.
"It's really beautiful."
"Princess has a discerning eye," Jun Yimeng pointed at the bottle and said, "This is made by refining jade and colored glaze at high temperatures and then melting and recasting it. It is very precious and rare in this world."
"Well! It's really..."
"Wow! Fourth sister, look at this peony, it's so beautiful." Beijiang Zhizhao exclaimed as she picked up the peony given by Xing Ruyun.
"Si Zhao'er, this is just a piece of broken stone that was polished into a peony the day after tomorrow. It's nothing unusual." After saying that, he threw the peony to the ground.
Xing Ruyun was anxious, how could such a beautiful woman be treated like this? "Princess, this is not an ordinary stone. This stone is called blood stone. Only after being baptized by blood can it have such a sad and beautiful color. This flower is called
Blood Peony, there is also a poignant love story in it."
In fact, this is not a blood stone, it's just the same color. Blood stones have a strong smell of blood, but this one doesn't. And the legend of the blood stone is not about love at all, but about cruel war.
"Really? Zhao'er wants to hear this story."
"Yes, just tell everyone about it."
"Well! According to legend, a long time ago, there was a king who was not interested in women and was only busy with the country. Just when all the women thought that no one could win the heart of the king, a woman walked into the heart of the king. She
It was so different that the king couldn't help himself. But later, God's will was unpredictable, and this woman was possessed by a miraculous magic and turned into a bright red peony. In order to find a way to solve the magic, she always fetched water from a bamboo basket.
It was all in vain. Until one day, a man told him that watering the peonies with his blood might be effective. The king shed all his blood, but he could never get back the previous beauty, because this was just a conspiracy of the usurper, but the military king
He did it regardless of the consequences. After the death of the military king, his body was buried elsewhere, and the two of them were separated by the world from then on. But the next year, a blood peony grew on the king's grave, which was so beautiful that the dew dropped from it every morning.
Every drop will turn into blood stones. People say they are girls crying for the king, so blood stones have another name: Peony Tears. So they are not broken stones but the greatness of love and a symbol of love.
"Since the fourth princess is so ignorant, I have no choice but to take it back. Maybe he will also cry because his passion is unrequited!"
Zhizhao held on.
"Excuse me, can you give me this peony? I really like it."
"Ha, of course, if this Peony knows that she is so valued, she will cry with joy! I wonder what the Fourth Princess thinks?"
"Zhao'er, if you want it, just take it!"
Originally, Beijiang Zhiqing wanted to use this to ridicule Xing Ruyun, but in the end she was asking for trouble. Thinking of this, she waved her hand in disgust, motioning for people to take the gift down, and said: "Come on and sing and dance."
Not long after, a melodious flute sound reached people's ears, which made people feel relaxed and intoxicated. Sometimes the music was high-pitched and exciting, sometimes low and gentle, like laughing, and sometimes crying.
At this time, the music suddenly slowed down, and a group of fairy-like dancers were seen entering the hall with small steps. The water sleeves in their hands were rising and falling, and they were fast and slow in line with the silk and bamboo. Moreover, each of these dancers looked like a fish or a wild goose, and the moon was shy and the flowers were shy.
.This visual and auditory impact shocked Xing Ruyun. Coupled with the delicacies prepared by the fourth princess, the five senses were enjoyed, as if in a fairyland.
Just when everyone thought it was over, all the dancers slowly opened their sleeves one by one, and a dancer flew out from behind the sleeves. Her face was covered by a white gauze, and her face could not be seen.
As soon as she appeared, everyone knew that this dancer was the protagonist of the dance, and everyone clapped their hands and applauded. But it was her who disturbed Xing Ruyun's mood, because she had a familiar feeling that seemed to be familiar, not only with her, but also with those around her
Han Jiangzui also began to tremble slowly...
Bonus ancient words:
ancient words
Yu Hu
The ground is covered with plain ribbons and gold, flying dust is caught in the windows. I stole the phoenix hairpin, and there are beggars in front of the door.
Newly grown green silk hair, mute and shrewd in speech. Knocking on bronze mirrors with others, saving the bright moon on the street.
The new eldest son of the host family was born at the same time as my concubine. They grew up together and became familiar with each other until they called each other by their first names.