"I don't want to go. Don't worry, I'll rest assured. I'm staying safely in the tent and everything will be fine." Mrs. Juechan refused as always, avoiding Tong Bin's eyes and looking straight at the water on the plate.
Fresh fruits and melons are waiting for Tong Bin to give up.
But Tong Bi came here with a request, so how could she give up so easily? She finally said truthfully: "Can you play the piano?"
Jue Chan didn't understand, so Tong Bin said: "I heard Concubine Wen mentioned that you are proficient in acupuncture, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although I have never seen her, I don't think she is talking nonsense. I don't know what I thought.
The first time he mentioned it in front of the emperor, he asked me to play the piano at the bonfire party. The emperor thought that the imperial concubine was good at playing the piano, so he thought that I could also play the piano. Although I could, I was too vulgar to perform in front of the emperor and let them laugh.
It doesn’t matter, it’s my crime to embarrass the emperor.”
Jue Chan looked at her intently, and Tong Bi suddenly took her hand and said: "I know you have a good heart. Concubine Wen often said that you have a good heart. Can you help me once? You are much older than me, I should have
I call you sister, but..."
"Your Majesty's words are serious, I don't dare to be my concubine." Mrs. Juechan declined, but Tong Bin repeatedly begged, "If you don't help me, I will only be laughed at by them. When I go back, the Imperial Concubine will definitely reprimand me. If I had known, I would have
You shouldn't have followed."
"Just tell your Majesty, wouldn't it be great if you couldn't play the piano?" Mrs. Juechan still didn't want to come forward. Although she had not played the piano for many years, her skills were already rusty, but the hooks and touches that were ingrained in her bones, she imagined out of thin air.
She can move her fingers just by thinking about it. Qin was taught to her by Rong Ruo. She used to be smart and could learn everything at once.
"The princess from the Haraqin tribe can perform dances, and we didn't bring any princesses, so Xi concubine told the emperor that I should also play the piano and perform. This is no longer something I can shirk. Can you help me? You have to do it.
One person is going to perform, but I really can't do it." Tong Bin was so anxious that she was about to cry. She tightly grabbed Jue Chan's arm and said, "I haven't done anything good since I entered the palace. After my sister
Nothing has been accomplished in my eyes, this bonfire party is also to celebrate her giving birth to a princess, now I have made a fool of myself, and she should blame me again."
Master Juechan wanted to say that this had nothing to do with her. But Tong Bin was really pitiful and kept pleading without any distinction. Master Juechan thought that because she was young and had a special status, she did have many difficulties that others could not understand.
If she can condescend to beg for herself, she must be desperate, and this matter is not difficult for her.
But when performing in front of the emperor, there are too many scruples, and there will be one person in the crowd watching him, and there is even another person.
Shen Wan's words suddenly entered her head, and everything that day still seemed like a nightmare when she thought about it. What was she like when she faced Shen Wan? Why did she feel like a lost dog when she woke up? How could she be inferior?
Shen Wan, she protects the love in her heart, why can't she tolerate others?
"I feel Zen is precious..."
"Empress, could you please ask the palace maid to bring the piano? I haven't played it for a long time, and I need to practice it before I dare to perform in front of the emperor." Mrs. Juechan was shocked. She didn't know why she blurted out and agreed, and looked at Tong Bin with a firm expression.
Said, "I will not embarrass my concubine."
Tong Bin was so happy that she came to life when she met the amnesty. She pulled Jue Chan to thank her again and again. In the next two days, Tong Bin and Jue Chan always rode horses to play the piano in a distant place, and did not let other people go.
When she noticed something, Tong Bin also took a breath and said that she would surprise Xi Bin and Jing Bin.
When the bonfire party finally arrived, night fell slowly, the bonfires were blazing, and the slaughter of cattle and sheep was very lively. The princesses and crown princes of various Mongolian tribes sang and danced in front of the emperor. The Mongolian people have worshiped the heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, and eagle totems since ancient times. The Mongolian dance is vigorous and subtle.
, stretched, heroic, the princess of the Karaqin tribe performed a dance, and the sound of beats continued in the arena. The emperor was pleased to reward him, and even joked that he would propose marriage to the princess and ration the children of the clan.
On the concubine's side, Xi's concubine and concubine Jing were sitting at the same table. They both looked at Tong concubine sitting under the emperor's hand and felt very uncomfortable. Tong concubine was obviously younger than them and had less qualifications than them. Just because she was the emperor's cousin, she
Because she is the younger sister of the imperial concubine, she is inferior to them in the concubine position. After so many years in the palace, she has earned nothing.
"The imperial concubine is very good at playing the piano. Isn't it possible that Tong Bin will be bad at it?" Jing Bin was suspicious and said uneasily, "Don't make her lose face instead of embarrassing her."
Xi Concubine sneered: "Sister, don't trust me yet?" Then he smiled and told the emperor that he invited sister Tong Concubine to play the piano to cheer up the entertainment.
When asked how Tong Bin was doing, Tong Bin's heart was pounding and she bravely said, "Your Majesty, I'll forgive you. I burned my fingers yesterday and I'm afraid I won't be able to play the piano anymore."
There was a slight sigh in the audience, and then Tong Bin said: "Your Majesty Jue Chan is a master, and I have already instructed him to perform a performance. Your Majesty, just listen to a piece of music. If it is not good, you can only ask me about my crime. In the end,
Your Majesty Jue Chan is innocent. But if you play well, what will the emperor reward you? Your Majesty Jue Chan wants it, and so do my concubines."
When Xuan Ye heard the words of Chan, he couldn't help but glance to the side. Not far away, Nalan Rongruo was leading the guards, holding a sword to protect the safety of the holy driver. No matter whether he heard Tong Bin's words or not, he just looked at it without squinting at the moment.
Staring at everything in the field with eyes like eagles, Xuan Ye knew that Rong Ruo was loyal to him, and he understood even more that the childhood relationship between Rong Ruo and Jue Chan was indeed not simple.
The emperor's mind can be open-minded or narrow-minded, it just depends on what he cares about and who he is.
"Just have fun tonight. I ask you what is your crime? Let Jue Chan come and perform." The emperor readily agreed and raised his glass to drink. However, when the palace maids and eunuchs were setting up piano stands and benches in the venue, Jue Chan hugged him.
Qin slowly came out from the side.
Wearing a lake-blue brocade flag dress, her hair is decorated with palace flowers of the same color, and her steps are covered with light silver tassels that move with her steps. The simple and elegant dress has completely brought out her own beauty.
Let's talk about today's concubines in the harem, countless female relatives of clan ministers, and princesses from various Mongolian tribes. All of them are covered by the bright moon and stars and the fierce bonfire. Only Jue Chan came out in such a low-key and gentle manner, clearly full of emotions.
The rough, vigorous and out of place temperament of the grassland calmed everyone present.
Although it was against the rules of etiquette, and although it was not appropriate to look directly at the emperor's woman like this, I felt that Lady Zen was so beautiful. She bowed upwards dignifiedly, and her movements were like a sapphire that could sparkle even at night.
There were sighs from time to time, not to mention the concubines. The ministers often heard that the noble Jue Chan in the palace was a stunning beauty, which was rarely seen by the male relatives of the foreign ministers. At this moment, taking advantage of the dark sky, they did not bother to restrain their eyes.
And the rough and arrogant heroes from various Mongolian tribes were even more fascinated by this beauty in the world.
Jue Chan turned a blind eye to all this. After bowing respectfully, he sat in front of the piano, took a deep breath and straightened his body. When he was about to raise his hands, he saw Nalan Rongruo not far from the emperor.
He led a group of guards to protect the safety of the emperor. His deep eyes swept over the people in the venue again and again, and suddenly they fell on him, and then their eyes met. Rong Ruo was suddenly startled and hurriedly averted his gaze. Jue Chan wanted to follow his eyes, but she knew that if she took one more look, she would harm Rongruo.
After subduing the pain of heartbreak, Mrs. Juechan bowed slightly to indicate. When she raised her eyes, she glanced at the female relatives gathered together. She was attracted by a bright appearance in the crowd. It was Shen Wan who was attending with Mrs. Cao. She was watching intently. Looking at himself, just like the way he spoke in the tent that day, Master Juechan was no longer timid about this proud look. After a cold glance, he concentrated on the strings.
With ten fingers moving quickly, he plucked a string, but whether it was due to Chue Chan's stage fright or a mistake, the string slipped off the string, only to make a muffled buzzing sound. There were women sitting down who covered their mouths and laughed, as if they were waiting to see her joke. It can be seen that Zen's mind is not distracted, and his delicate hands are slightly raised, and a song "White Snow in Spring" slips out from his fingers. In the smart and light sound of the piano, it seems that we can see the prosperous scene of spring returning to the earth and the resurrection of all things. The elegant guqin and the scene of cooking sheep on the bonfire It was very mismatched, but she used her fingers to override all the rough and arrogant existences, and the sound of the piano made everyone present mesmerized.
When the song ended, there was silence all around. There was no cheering after Princess Karaqin performed the dance. Master Juechan sat calmly in front of the piano, waiting for the emperor's instructions. However, before Xuan Ye could speak, Prince Karaqin Suddenly he said: "The sound of your zither is like the sound of nature. Can your Majesty please give me another piece of music so that I, the rough and arrogant prairie people, can listen to it again?"
Xuan Ye was not very happy. Although he didn't like Jue Chan, Jue Chan was his woman after all. Putting such a beautiful figure in front of everyone, even with his dignity, was enough to make him feel embarrassed. Ben He wanted to refuse, but Prince Haraqin begged again and again, so Xuan Ye couldn't help but look at Tong Bin. Tong Bin understood and shouted to Jue Chan: "Your Majesty Jue Chan, please play one more song. If not, Other pieces of music, whether they are the ones you just played, if there are other pieces that you are good at, just play them."
Jue Chan leaned forward to answer, and when she straightened up, her eyes fell on Nalan Rongruo. Although the bonfire was bright, it was not as clear as daylight. She still had some courage to look at people she shouldn't look at, but even so, she He couldn't stare too closely, but just now he met his eyes again, which once again caused heartbreak and pain. Now there is another woman in the banquet, who can also play the piano and compose poems, and also has a stunning appearance. Now there is another woman. Women have completely occupied his heart.
Unconsciously, a drop of clear tears fell from her eyes. It was just a drop, quick and thin, so that no one could notice her sadness. But her fingers touched the strings of the piano, and the song "Flowing Water" echoed in the night sky. It sounded as if she was high in the mountains. , her ambitions are like flowing water, but what she expresses in her voice is just her sorrow at losing her close friend.
A gust of prairie night wind passed by fiercely, causing crackling sounds in the campfire, making Rong Ruo's armor clang and powerful. "Flowing Water" gradually stopped, but the sound of breaking strings that was hidden in the applause seemed to be cut through. His heart was so painful that he clenched his fists tightly. He watched her walk towards the emperor, and watched her take the wine glass from the emperor's hand with a smile.