In the house outside the hall, the scholars and girls of various families sit together, which is different from the atmosphere in the hall and is more or less dignified, and the atmosphere should be more relaxed and cheerful.

Although these dependents are also pampered and not from ordinary families, they rarely have the opportunity to enjoy such a grand and magnificent singing and dancing performance in the forbidden middle school, and they are also enjoying the repertoire seriously.

Especially when the generals of the Forbidden Army's Weiyi Mansion appeared on their own stage and performed songs, those scholars and girls were even more attentive. There were even slaves and maids of various families who stood outside the porch, following the instructions of their respective masters, and their eyes were constantly wandering and searching in the singing procession.

Shangsi Festival is also a courtship day, and the soldiers of the forbidden army Yifu are mainly composed of the children of the lords and scattered families, and there are few cold families. After being selected, all of them are tall and heroic, brave and extraordinary, and they are naturally suitable marriage partners for these official eunuchs.

In the Zhuwei Yi Mansion, the most attention received is the Qianniuwei in this batch of gentlemen, in which Lang General Li Lingwen led a group of emerald robes to prepare for the stage of the song, the surrounding houses are even more melodious cheers from time to time, and there are even women walking out of the house, singing and harmonizing outside the venue.

Tang Shi's fashion was already unrestrained and enthusiastic, and in such a cheerful and lively atmosphere, this was not regarded as rude. Etiquette is solemn or casual, the world is always alive, the love between men and women is also a manifestation of harmony, frank and frank has an unadorned moving interest.

On the side of the hall, hearing that Zhu Qianniu was ready to appear, the little county lord of the Liang Wang family, who was still sobbing and was soothed by his mother, also wiped away his tears at this time, stared out of the hall, and asked, "Which is the Pei family boy?" ”

Princess Liang was also looking carefully, and asked the maid to go down to the court to confirm, and only confirmed that there was no Pei Guangting in the middle of the song, so she comforted her daughter and said: "There are more than a dozen people on the stage, there must be a cut, Pei's family is solemn, and the son may not like these fun." ”

After hearing this, the county lord of the Wu clan lowered his face: "The daily teasing is not in front of people, this is the good match that Aya wants to choose for me?" I don't know what kind of clumsy talent he is, relying on the door to defraud nobles! The county lord of Changxin is a humble concubine, and he can still be a high election, I am the daughter of a king, and the selection must be overpowered! ”

As he spoke, Zhu Bei had finished singing, bowed in front of him, and then walked around and exited. At this time, there was no shortage of all kinds of sachets thrown into the arms outside the venue, and there were even maids running quickly, busily inquiring about the family background, age and marriage of the people.

"Lady, this drama is not Xunqing,"

After standing outside the porch and inquiring, the maidservant girl hurriedly returned to the corner of the house and whispered to her own lady.

Zheng Wenyin nodded with some disappointment, the previous acting king led the crowd to dance in front of the ceremony, and their dependents were still following behind, and they could not be rewarded for the heroic appearance of the acting king.

When she saw that the maidservant had been standing outside for a long time, her face flushed and covered with fine sweat, she said, "You just stay here, and you don't have to come forward to look at it again." ”

After hearing this, the maid Chun'er smiled and shook her head and said: "The maid is not tired, she wants to help the lady but wishes, and when she sees Xunqing appearing, she will tell the lady back and forth." ”

As she spoke, she walked out of the back of the hall again.

"The selection of a son-in-law in the ceremonial field is just a miscellaneous ploy only for the clumsy selection of low-class people and no one cares about. The third lady recalled the servant, don't be rude in front of people! ”

Mrs. Zheng is the county monarch of the five grades, although she is in the hall and faces the saints, she is not qualified to sit in the hall and lead her to the table, which makes the house where the Zheng family is located also seem dull and not as cheerful as the surroundings.

When Zheng Wenyin heard this, her face flushed, and she recalled her maidservant and sat silently.

After a song and dance performance, before the new program was staged, Zheng Gao hurriedly walked in from the verandah, and after taking a seat, he whispered to his wife: "Your Majesty has made it clear that you want to discuss marriage with all families, and the acting king is about to appear." Later, when you enter the congratulatory table, you should follow your heart. Wei Xianggong, Yao Xianggong and others are also willing to be involved in my family, whether it can be successful, it depends on the creation of my family's ladies! ”

Mrs. Zheng was also pleasantly surprised when she heard this, and hurriedly instructed her family members to move the table to a conspicuous place in front of the corridor for the bride-to-be.

"The three ladies go in front of you to sit, in front of the good fate, how can you be ashamed!"

Zheng Gao saw that his cousin Zheng Wenyin was behind everyone, so he said that the little lady was introverted and shy, and raised his hand to order his family to move his seat to the middle of the door.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zheng's face was a little unhappy, and she gently pulled the husband's robe and said in a low voice: "Such a big fate, bear with others?" ”

When Zheng Gao heard this, he glared, looked back at his wife and scolded: "My family has a big plan, let you be clumsy!" All the families present, I don't know how many memories of the king! The third lady is the best of my family, and she is the most likely to overwhelm the crowd, and the rest is the material for choosing the vulgar fate......"

"But, but ......"

Mrs. Zheng was still waiting to speak, when suddenly a burst of violent cheers broke out outside the venue, and when she looked up again, she saw that there was already a handsome young king in a feather coat and a small crown on the central stage.

"That's, that's Xunqing......"

Zheng Wenyin, who had just sat in the front seat, looked at Taichung, her eyebrows and eyes were suddenly stunned, and after a while, she was shocked, and glanced left and right with some weak hearts, only to find that all the ladies next to her were also looking straight at the stage, and no one noticed her gaffe, and she was secretly relieved, and her eyes fell back to the center of the stage, and this time she never shifted again.

At this time, it was already evening, and the sunshine was shining down, shining on the young king's feather coat, like a blazing fireworks. The golden lotus crown envelops the bun, and the handsome face is covered with a layer of pale golden brilliance under the illumination of the setting sun.

The melodious music sounded, the smoke dispersed from the four corners of the stage, the young king's head was raised, and his arms were slowly raised, and he seemed to be incarnated into a divine bird that was about to fly, and suddenly jumped up, and a series of exclamations sounded between the surrounding houses.

Of course, the young king failed to break through the sky after all, and still fell back on the stage. On both sides of the stage, there are colorful dancers interspersed with rows, or lifting tripods, or dervishes, goddesses offering grass, spirit apes picking zhi, on the stage filled with cigarettes, with the help of various props, the picture of fairy anecdotes is vividly reflected on the stage.

But no matter how strange and beautiful the picture is, the figure of the golden crown and feather coat is the absolute center of the field.

He lies idly under the pines and cypresses, talks with his hands on the top of the high ridge, haunts the sea of clouds, dances between the mountains and rivers, picks the bait, plucks the strings and howls, sometimes tranquil as a virgin, sometimes crazy as a madman, sometimes invites the moon to dance with him, sometimes holds a cup and drinks alone.

All kinds of gestures, all kinds of pictures, outline a poignant image that is independent of the world, but still riddled with karma and detached. And everyone under the stage, their hearts and minds are unconsciously grabbing it, especially those girls who are watching the play in front of the hall, and there is no shortage of people who are full of feelings, who have been in tears for a long time, and only hate why the creation is so ruthless, and there is no concern for the jade people who can't ask for it.

On the stage, Wang Zijin took off his golden crown and feather coat, describing that although he was down, his body was still strong under Su Yu. He climbed the rock, but was blown down the rock wall by the wind, tumbling and falling into the deep stream, and even the orchestral music was silent for a while.

Under the stage, Zheng Wenyin closed her eyes, and tears fell like a broken bead curtain. Of course, she knew that none of this was true, but there was still a dense sadness in her heart, and she had forgotten what occasion she was in, and she just wanted to cry without scruples.

At this moment, a clear crane cry sounded, and a light but huge crane appeared between the peaks and ridges wrapped in silk, and when the young king rolled into the air again, he steadily caught this figure.

The auspicious music sounded, such as the fairy sound, the heaven and the earth were moved, the storm was calmed, and even the unattainable mountains were no longer arrogant, the steep walls were slowed down, the grass and trees bowed down, and the cranes soared upward, carrying the figure that finally had to be detached, and went straight to the deepest part of the peaks and mountains, and finally disappeared between the Songyue.

The aftermath was still lingering, and the music was about to stop, when suddenly a sad and sad voice sounded under the stage: "Return me Xunqing!" ”

This voice was like a signal, and the voices of all parties came and went, and there was even a lack of women in skirts rushing into the near side of the stage, removing the cover of the tents on the stage, just wanting to see if Xunqing was still in the world.

After a long dance for half an hour, Li Tong's physical strength was also seriously depleted, and after controlling the wooden crane to hide into the painted curtain, he sat directly on the stage, grabbed his coat and wiped the sweat on his face, and at the same time sighed that pretending to be realistic was a hard work.

However, before he could catch his breath, he heard the chaotic shouts outside, and two musicians rushed in behind the curtain, and they picked him up and rushed to the other side of the stage: "Your Highness, retreat, those ladies are crazy!" ”

Zhu Legong hugged His Royal Highness the Acting King and withdrew from the side, and then went straight to the back of the hall, and at this time, more than a dozen scholars and girls also appeared on the stage, rummaging between the cigarettes, making the scene chaotic.

"There is a lot of love in the world, don't abandon it, don't abandon it!"

In the hall, Wu Zetian saw this scene on the stage outside the hall, and he was so happy for a while.

This chaos lasted until the king changed his clothes from the back of the palace and went to the palace to bow. At this time, night has also fallen, the outer corridor palace lights are hanging, the garden trees are dazzling, and the flowers are blooming.

The stage was rearranged and there were still singing and dancing, but the whole day of ceremonies was almost over.

His Majesty the Holy Emperor today treats the ministers and their families preferentially, and the ministers naturally have to pay tribute, and with the roll call of the ceremonial officials, the ministers have successively ascended the hall to present congratulatory watches and gifts.

In the Zheng family's house, Zheng Gao was also preparing to enter the palace to congratulate, in addition to the congratulatory table, and asked the family to take out the exquisite cage that had been prepared a long time ago, and said to his own ladies: "Whether the gift can be rewarded by the Supreme depends on your respective scheming and creation." ”

The women stepped forward one by one and placed the gifts that they had been preparing for a long time and felt that they could show their women's talents in the cages.

"Lady, lady, it's your turn."

The maidservant Chun'er pushed Zheng Wenyin, who was standing in the corner, and shook the scroll copied by her own lady in her hand: "I'll help my lady send it?" ”

"No, it's not this thing."

Zheng Wenyin raised her hand to stop the maidservant, and turned around and took out a rolled-up scroll from her side: "Enter this one." ”

"This painting, this, didn't the lady say that it is rare to enter the imperial garden, and she wants to describe the beautiful scenery and return home for Ye Niang to enjoy?"

When the maid saw this, she was surprised, and Zheng Wenyin's face was embarrassed when she heard this, and she stuffed the painting scroll into the maid's hand and pushed it forward: "The scene is in my heart, and I can redraw it at any time." I will have hatred for the rest of my life, but I will ...... in front of me"