When Murong Jin arrived, nearly half of the nobles of the clan had already come, and after greeting each other, they were led by the little yellow gate to find their place. There were still two moments left before leaving the banquet, and Murong Jin sat a few days ago and closed his eyes to recuperate. It's not much, it's not too noisy, you can calm down a little and don't smell foreign things, and the time will pass very quickly.

The hour of the unitary was approaching, and everyone was seated. There are several palace people to ignite all the palace lamps in the main hall, which is bright in an instant, illuminating the alizarin red silk around is particularly dazzling, and the carved gold jade bottle also reflects the brilliance.

Murong Jin only felt that his eyes were scarlet, and he couldn't help but open his eyes. Looking around, he saw that there was no one on the Golden Dragon Throne, and there was also an empty one in the right column below, and he couldn't help but be curious. Although this Chinese New Year's Eve banquet is a family banquet, the etiquette is still heavy. There is still a moment before the feast begins, and anyone wants to be late?

After a while, there was a clear and sharp voice from the chamberlain, "Your Majesty is married-"

The audience was silent and stood avoided, and after Emperor Yan walked to the main seat, everyone knelt down to pay homage: "See Your Majesty——"

The twelve crowns hanging down in front of the crown plate half covered the faces of the ninety-five people, and the deep pupils of the sword eyebrows could be vaguely seen, and the arms bearing the heavy dark pattern of the Nine Dragons embroidered gold and Guangxiu raised slightly, "The secretaries don't need to be polite." Then he sat down. After everyone thanked Long En, they also sat down in front of the desk.

After that, it's just a New Year's greeting every year. This year's wine is a high-grade national wine that has been cellared for 30 years, and even the sound of hitting the wine vessel is very pleasant. The wine is poured into the glass and stirs up a silver glow, and the surface of the wine ripples.

Murong Jin was just looking at his eyes, only to find that everyone had already raised their wine glasses, so they were busy raising them together. Dongxian behind him whispered: "Your Highness, your body is not suitable for drinking. ”

Murong Jin shook his head, "It's okay. The sleeve robe was half-hidden, and a glass of liquor was swallowed. It was obviously a cold thing, but after swallowing it, it burned his throat extremely hot, and his chest felt as if it was burned by fire. Murong Jin coughed uncomfortably twice, and his cheeks were slightly hot.

There is no rule in the palace that young children are not allowed to drink alcohol, but in the past, there was always an order from the former queen that no wine vessels should appear on his dining table. Now, I have the opportunity to drink again.

After a moment, the sound of silk and bamboo started.

Chime, drums, flute and piddle. The sound is many but not chaotic, mixed and combined, and the ears are melodious, and the famous songs of Yandi are played "Passing River" and "Streamer".

"The younger brother is late, and I hope that Your Majesty will atone for his sins." A clear voice came from outside the hall, which was even more pleasant than the orchestral music.

When Murong Jin heard the sound, he swept his eyes and caught a glimpse of the corner of the red clothes, and remembered the vacant seat. I don't know who it is, so it's a little presumptuous.

The man walked into the hall and said, "My brother is guilty." ”

Emperor Yan looked at the person who came, and smiled with his eyebrows, "It's all my own family, there is no need to be like this, just sit down quickly," and commanded, "Come here, serve wine." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace," he sat down and drank all the wine in front of him, "It's really good wine - my brother got a few pieces of freshly picked jade jade on the mountain a few days ago, and I don't know what to do, and now I think it's not bad to bring a few jars of wine to drink with the imperial brother tomorrow!" ”

Emperor Yan said with a smile: "Drink pleasantly, drink a lot and hurt your body, it's better to drink less at a young age." ”

At a young age, he calls himself a "minister", so it should be him.

Murong Jin raised his eyes and saw a young man dressed in red sitting on the original vacant seat, his facial features were somewhat similar to Emperor Yan, and he looked about the age of a weak crown, but he was extremely beautiful. Just like the second man outlined by a good painter, it is just right, adding one point is too much, and subtracting one point is not enough. The eyebrows are like a sharp sword, the eyes are like the sea of stars, the face is like powder, the lips are greased, and some thin bodies support the gorgeous robes, and the temperament of elegance and nobility does not overflow.

Prince Rui Murong Shu, His Majesty's younger brother, is the only prince who remains in the imperial city. The emperor treats him like a son, is favored by the emperor, has a stubborn temperament, and is amorous. Murong Jin had a few encounters with him.

The man seemed to be aware of his gaze, and looked at Murong Jin, the corners of his lips hooked up a slightly evil smile, and said: "Brother Huang, this is not right, the fourth emperor's nephew is so young that the imperial brother is willing to let him drink this kind of old wine, but he still comes to teach the younger brother." ”

Murong Jin retracted his gaze and looked at the empty wine glass on the desk again.

Emperor Yan glanced at Murong Jin, there seemed to be a trace of unknown emotion in his eyes, and he was overwhelmed in an instant, as if he was doting: "What are you calling a child, he eats this bite a year, who doesn't know your alcoholic nature, and he has to drink it all at once before he stops." ”

"Brother Huang laughed again."

Emperor Yan turned to say: "He has grown a lot in the past few years, but you still recognize him." ”

Rui Wang said: "Such a good-looking child is easy to remember." ”

Emperor Yan looked at the face that was somewhat similar to the first queen, and his voice was mixed with a hint of displeasure, "It's just a vice skin, if it is still as useless as this in the future, it will just be turbid and smelly and eat old age." ”

Rui Wang squinted slightly and played with the wine glass in his hand, pretending not to hear. Emperor Yan took this opportunity to discipline him, in this way, he would hear too much, and he would not listen to it.

During the conversation, the dishes were ready, and everyone ate and talked about homely things.

The human voice is sandwiched with the sound of silk and bamboo, which is not really heard, which makes people upset, and the dishes are not much different as in previous years, and they feel tasteless when they look at it.

Murong Jin ate a few pieces of soft pastry and stopped eating, but refilled some wine and drank it in small sips. I just think that this wine may be a good thing.

Suddenly, a sharp gaze pierced, Murong Jin looked towards the upper seat, and saw Emperor Yan frowning, and whispered a few words to the attendant behind him. So he put the wine glass, and after a while, an attendant came to collect the wine vessel, and said: "The winter is cold and cold, Your Majesty asked His Royal Highness to pay more attention to his body." ”

Murong Jin nodded slightly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your trouble." ”

There was no wine, and there was nothing to play with, so I simply straightened my sleeves and slowly stroked the lines embroidered with silver thread.

During the period, there are excellent dancers who come forward to dance their sleeves, but they are also tasteless. Dayan has been fighting in other countries over the years, and the music has been abandoned a lot, the music and dance silk and bamboo have long been much worse than before, and Yuefu may not have produced a song that can make people reminisce a few times for a long time.

After three rounds of drinking, most of the people were half-full.

I don't know who struck the chime, and the sound of metal striking echoed in the hall. The original sound of silk and bamboo gradually stopped, and the sound of drums came from afar, which was not real.

Asymptotto, asymptosis, sound striking the eardrums. Everyone stopped their movements and looked at the sound, not noticing that the lights in the hall had been dimmed a little.

The scenery outside the hall gradually became clearer, and I wonder if someone had lit the palace lamp, or if the snow had made the ground glow white.

I don't know when a high platform was built outside, and a large drum with a square foot was erected on the high platform, and the white drum surface was tattooed with a complex Rui Beast totem. The snow is like white bird feathers, spread down layer by layer, like a soft blanket.

As if falling from the sky with the heavy snow, the light yarn fluttered like a whirling butterfly, and the toes tapped the drum surface, striking a heavy drum sound. The white and light robe floated in the wind, and the long inky hair was untied, and it fluttered like this. The brocade shoes step on the drum, and the thin figure is constantly changing the dance posture, and each step seems to be light but just enough to step out of the clear drum sound.

Jumping up, falling lightly, like the swallow of the Lingbo, and like a veil just lifted by the wind. The heavens and the earth seemed to lose their color in an instant, and only the passionate drum sound echoing in the ears remained, and a drum, a person, and a shadow on the high platform.

The delicate silver mask covers half of the face, making it difficult to distinguish between male and female. Lined with snowflakes in the sky, evil and extremely unreal, I wanted to step forward to catch the figure, but I was afraid that it would turn into a streamer and disperse the moment I touched it.

The drums are heart-wrenching, and the dancing shadows are dazzling. The hall forgot to speak for a while, forgot to move, and everyone was like a puppet with a stop in his hand, not moving.

The song is over, and the dance is over. When the lamps in the hall were lit up again, and when everyone came back to their senses, the outside of the hall was empty, and what they had just heard and seen was like a dream.

The people on the table applauded and laughed loudly: "This is a new dance (1) arranged by Yuefu, I don't know if the people can still have fun?" ”

The crowd woke up like a dream, and the audience was in an uproar, and then they reconciled. There was a commotion in the hall.

"That guy was new just now? I didn't know that there were such capable people in Yuefu before. ”

"This dance is really amazing! When I went to Wu Di, I saw the best dancers there playing, and it was not as good as that. ”

"This person's talent, I'm afraid that the people in my house are not as good as one of him!"

......

There are also people who don't know how to dance music, and they also let the attendants prepare the gifts, most of them are not moved by singing and dancing, but they just want to recruit people who are celebrities.

Emperor Yan looked at everyone, smiled with satisfaction, and then ordered the reward to go down.

I heard that the talented person is a musician in Yuefu, who is good at playing dance music, and seems to be surnamed Bai.

Murong Jin remembered that the young man in the green robe that day had almost the same mask as that day, and this figure and appearance should be the same person.

It's just that......

Murong Jin frowned, always feeling that something was different.

Note (1): Pan dance, also known as pan drum or seven pan dance. It is an ancient Chinese dance. In the Han Dynasty, plates and drums were placed on the ground during the dance. The number of discs and drums varies according to the skill of the performers. Dancers, both men and women, tread high and vertical on the plate and drum, float and kneel, and dance to a rhythmic sound.