Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 159 Spring Blossoms and Autumn Moon
The husband and other miscellaneous personnel stayed in the lounge waiting for orders, while the musicians were inspected and compared with the passes. The inspection was very strict, whether they were carrying weapons, they were not allowed to wear any jewelry, and what style of clothing they must wear so as not to offend the queen.
In addition, there are doctors who check the health status. It would not be a good idea if a small cold is transmitted to His Majesty. In short, they are very strict.
Vijerom is a popular singer, so naturally no one cares about him. His musicians often come and go and are all treated fairly, but the guards noticed Shen Zhimo who was very unfamiliar: "Mr. Vijerom, he is your orchestra's new recruit.
Is there anyone here? Did you report it to the Palace Guard Management Office?"
"Oh." Vijerom bowed slightly politely: "Mr. Saga is the greatest painter and poet. I hope that the language of his poems can bring a little joy to Her Majesty the Queen."
A guard on duty in the Rose Hall that day recognized Shen Zhimo and shouted: "Mr. Vice President, why are you a poet?"
"Can't a magician be a poet? Be careful, I will go to the arbitration office to complain about discrimination in your industry. What? Do you look down on a rubbish profession like magicians?" Shen Zhimo moved closer to the guard, stretched out his hand and pinched his face hard, with a look in his eyes.
A very unfriendly light, with an obvious subtext: "If you don't want to be the enemy of the entire magic guild, you should be wiser."
The guard suddenly didn't dare to say anything.
Led by the guards, they walked through the beautifully blooming garden shrouded in a magic protective shield. After walking through countless corridors, they came to a splendid palace. This palace was more heavily guarded than the ones in front of it. I think it was because the Queen was getting increasingly sick.
.The regent ordered to strengthen the alert to prevent the enemy from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.
Vijerom submitted the list of band members who would enter the palace to the chief guard. The chief guard did not dare to neglect the contemporary celebrities. He browsed through it and checked them one by one, and only let them in after confirming that they were correct.
This is the queen's palace. The interior is as warm as spring. The heavy curtains are lifted, and everything is covered with gorgeous red and blue tones. From the extremely luxurious bed to the door, there is a distance of twenty meters. There are flowers piled at the foot of the wall.
There were bright candles burning in the ceiling, the tables, chairs and sofas were decorated with eye-catching gold patterns, and the carpets were as soft as cotton. Everything was much better than the broken castle of Diamond Rose.
The members of the orchestra stayed outside the corridor waiting to be summoned. From a distance, they could only see a delicate figure behind the bed curtain. Vijerom walked over and saluted, and whispered a few words to the people inside. Shen Zhimo's ear was amazing, and he listened
It was clear that the ladyboy was introducing himself to the queen, and he used adjectives such as "amazing talent" and "unparalleled". He could only shrug helplessly.
After Wei Jerome finished speaking, he turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. Saga, your Majesty has invited you."
This is the highest-status person Shen Zhimo has ever seen in this world, the nominal ruler of the Seniya Empire. A faint fragrance floats on his nose, and he secretly says: "The regent is fifty or sixty years old, and the queen is his
My niece has been on the throne for ten years, so she must be over forty years old. I have no place to use my beauty tricks. Besides, I have been plagued by illness all year round, and I have long since become a spent flower. I can’t see where I’m going.”
Slowly walked over, stood behind Vijerom, bowed slightly, and said in the calmest and most magnetic voice in his life: "I'm here to see Her Majesty the Queen."
The bed curtain opened a crack. A hoarse and low voice came: "Are you Saga? Vijerom mentions you every time and writes many songs specifically. I also want to see how charming you are.
, so fascinated by Vijerom." As soon as Shen Zhimo heard it, he knew that her lungs were damaged and her vocal cords were affected, which resulted in such a weird voice.
Vijerom said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Mr. Saga has restored the glory of classical poetry. Not only me, many girls are chanting his name in their dreams."
You are really talking nonsense. Shen Zhimo could only say humbly: "I don't know how to write poetry. Those sentences are just words that express my inner thoughts, recall the years that have passed like flowing water, and express my feelings in life."
Vijerom's beautiful eyes flashed: "Saga, you are really a born poet."
The opening of the bed curtain was opened wider, and a beautiful and refined face appeared in front of him. He had an oval shape, pale skin, sunken eyes, and a haggard face. His long hair was scattered on the bright yellow silk quilt. He had long lost his grace and elegance.
She has a standard temperament and is a sickly beauty. With Shen Zhimo's eyesight, she could not tell her true age for a moment. She was probably between twenty-five and thirty-five years old. This was the empress of the Senia Empire. Cherry opened her mouth slightly,
He said softly: "Are you Saga?"
Shen Zhimo nodded and said: "Yes, you are the Queen?" The question was very rude. Wei Jerome couldn't help but worry about whether this would offend Her Majesty the Queen, and hurriedly complimented: "Your Majesty looks better today than in the past few days.
many."
The queen's big eyes looked back and forth at him without losing her energy, as if choosing a concubine. After a long time, she looked back, lowered the bed curtain, blocked herself in, and said: "Now I order you to recite a new poem. You must
Everyone has never heard of it
, I also want to be able to hear your life feelings and the years that pass like water."
Shen Zhimo glanced at the two maids next to him and thought to himself that these must be spies sent by the Prince Regent. In order not to affect the overall situation, he had to respond: "In fact, everyone's life is poetry, but the difference lies in whether the style of the poetry is elegant or vulgar.
Every day you live is also poetry, but some people turn poetry into prose, novels or work reports."
"Really? Then what do you think my life style is?"
An ordinary person would definitely answer: "Of course it is elegant." Shen Zhimo thought to himself: "I can't say I want to flatter you, I just treat it as a lie to a child, no matter whether she believes it or not." His mind turned around a few times, and he immediately changed his mind.
In a yearning tone, he said: "There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent; once you look at the beautiful city, then you look at the beautiful country. Your Majesty's life is probably like this style." The meaning of the sentence was directly translated, and the expression was very appropriate.
, Elida City is located in the north of the mainland, which is not wrong.
Vijerom was greatly impressed and kept chanting, "Look at Qingren City, then look at Qingren Country... once look at Qingren City, then look at Qingren Country..." Even the two maids ate nightmare vine after hearing this.
As if intoxicated.
The Queen smiled behind the curtain and said: "Okay, now I believe you are a poet, and you are very extraordinary. This is indeed the difference between elegance and vulgarity. It is several levels higher than those previous court poets."
Shen Zhimo added: "When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do we know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the old feelings cannot be looked back on in the bright moon." Translated from the original words, the content is straightforward and easy to understand, with a rhyme, and "motherland" is replaced.
As "old love", the direction becomes blurred. Regardless of the love between a man and a woman or the longing for something, it can be used. This is the cleverness of Master Shen.
He recited the words without emotion, but inadvertently made the poem itself appear more desolate and helpless, deeply embodying the artistic conception of "unbearable to look back".
The Queen was stunned as if struck by lightning. The past memories of spring flowers and autumn moons, the wind blowing in the palace attic, and the girlish feelings she once had, were like fragments of images reflected on the magic memory crystal, passing through her mind one by one.
The air in the palace was filled with deathly silence. It must be said that the four short sentences Shen Zhimo read together vividly reflected all the feelings of elegance, sadness, and sentimentality. The more you think about it, the more moved you will be, until it finally surrounds you layer by layer.
, getting into the atmosphere created by poetry and being unable to extricate yourself. This is also the power of language and words, otherwise there would not be so many literary works handed down in the world.
Vijerom's heart seemed to have been lightly struck by Shen Zhimo with a small hammer, and it shattered into pieces like glass. The two maids were also petrified and did not move for a long time.
Can this still be called poetry? This should be called a curse, a spell that enchants the soul. In front of it, thousands of words seem pale and powerless.
Shen Zhimo took in everyone's reaction and was secretly proud, thinking: "From ancient times to the present, people's emotions have something in common, both at home and abroad. In a few days, I will find an opportunity to bring out Taibai's poetry collection. They are still moved and cry bitterly.
A runny nose? Or if Tao Yuanming’s pastoral poems show off for a little bit, I’m afraid everyone will want to move to the countryside.”
After thinking about it, he sighed quietly and said, "How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward."
This feeling was simply adding insult to injury. The Queen's breathing almost stopped, and his low words echoed in her mind. She had been suffering from illness all year round, and her power was emptied by her uncle. It was impossible to say that she had no worries. Not only did she have them, but there were many. Shen Zhimo's words could
It really touched my heart.
After a long time, a soft voice came from the bed curtain: "Saga, can you pour me a cup of tea?" Everyone was startled. The Queen has always been served by personal maids, and ordinary men only need to be within ten meters of her surroundings.
I also feel uncomfortable all over. Why is it so abnormal today?
Shen Zhimo didn't like to listen to other people's orders and sat still. The maid hurriedly went to a nearby table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to his hand, and whispered: "Please give it to His Majesty with your own hands." Shen Zhimo thought: "She was treated with arsenic.
She was poisoned, and the regent is watching her with eager eyes. She is afraid that she will only have a few more years to live. Although she is in the best position, she is very pitiful. No matter what, I can sympathize with her." He picked up the cup and lifted the bed curtain and smiled: "Your Majesty, please use it.
Tea."
Inside the bed curtain, I saw the queen looking lazy, half of her body wrapped in soft silk quilt, her expression was extremely elegant, her shoulders were exposed, but her skin was darkened and had long lost its luster. She reached out to catch the cup, but unexpectedly her body softened and the cup tilted
When it came out, it was about to splash on the quilt. Shen Zhimo had quick eyes and quick hands. He took a step forward, grabbed the cup with one hand, supported the queen with the other, and said: "Your Majesty, your body is precious, please be careful."
At this time, he was holding the Queen's bare shoulders, and the Queen's head was leaning on his chest. The posture was extremely ambiguous, and the fragrance of the hair came from the hair, just like the fragrance of rose flowers blooming in the courtyard, soaking the heart and lungs.