[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

The sound of the drum, the sound of the chime, and the rhythm of the three sounds of Wei Ling Ye Shuo are full of joy. The rhythm sweeps through the Ming hall with the momentum of cutting off the water and congealing the clouds, shaking the soul overwhelmingly (Note: The description is adapted from the song "Three Sighs of Zhu Hong" by Gong Wuhou, madly pushing TvT).

The birthday ceremony of Dan Gong (Note: the gift, according to "Zhou Li", the emperor entertained the princes to set the gift) is set at the night of the Red Mansion.This was originally the place where the great master opened the altar to give lectures. The palace room is extremely simple, only better than the open hall, which was specially decorated for the birthday of the palaceless queen.The crimson gauze and vermilion curtains imitate the soft red ten-foot style, hanging layer by layer, and the room is full of rainbows.A pair of cyan-faced jade discs are hung high on the simple pillars, in line with the preference of the great master "Elephant has no form".Heavy instruments such as bells, chimes, drums, etc. have been wiped clean, exuding a silent majesty in a corner of the hall. The musicians cooperated tacitly to make them sound, and their faces were full of piety.

The etiquette and music of the opening banquet are naturally made by thousands of palaces and traces through the ages.Different from the dullness of Huaxia Yayin, the music is fluent, the first part is noisy, carved with gold and jade, and when it reaches the climax, the realm begins to open, and the sound of Fengyi Luan is worthy of the name of "Ghost Talents of the Four Kingdoms" in Qiangong.

Although Zhu Han who was standing beside Gong Wuhou couldn't hear any profound ways, he also felt that this year's rites and music were pleasant to the ear without losing his master's bearing. After listening to it for a while, he unconsciously hummed along.

Gong Wuhou heard him moaning and chirping, leaned back and asked, "It's my birthday, why are you so happy?"

The childish boy showed his face and smiled: "Young master's birthday, of course Zhu Han is happy, besides, this is the most lively festival in Yandu!"

Exactly what he said.Although the death of the ancient mausoleum has the universe in his belly, Yu Yandu is just a lonely and indifferent sage master, ruled by Huang Lao's technique, he doesn't like to make publicity, even the resignation of the year is a simple ceremony Thank goodness for the sacrificial ceremony plus the mysterious lectures and sermons, deserted and deserted, so shabby that people mistakenly think that they have entered the legendary sudden state.

Only the days of Dan Gong's birthday are full of splendor.It's spring again, the sun is very good, the fragrant path is fragrant, and the enchanting girls who have been bored all winter are invited to go outing with friends and companions, looking for victories and joys.And on March [-]th (Note: Dan Gong debuted on April [-], [-], the lunar calendar is March [-]th), with Dan Gong as the leader, several big figures in the palace will gather together for a tour, which is even more fascinating. Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder.Some of the women and men from the city were happily discussing the gorgeous new pattern on a small section of red sleeves revealed by the Dan Palace in Pingxuan. I was busy throwing all kinds of flower stamens to the motorcade, so the car drove splendidly and the long road was winding.In a trance, the people of Yandu feel that they have traveled to Shulou Xifeng again, why are they so happy and drunk.

"Would you like it if someone organized your birthday like this for you?" Gong Wuhou's eyes were full of the sight of bells and dinners, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he couldn't hear anything unusual in what he asked Zhu Han lazily.

Zhu Han has a childlike heart, and immediately replied happily: "Of course!... Well, but Zhu Han's status is low, he has no skills, and he is not as good-looking as the young master. Playing gongs and drums is a joke. Don't dare to think about it." of……"

Listening to his rambling, Gong Wuhou thought together, couldn't help but curled up her fingers and stroked the complicated gold trim of the cuffs repeatedly.

How could he not know what it means to make a big fuss every year on his birthday after following Guling Shiyan for so many years.Regardless of the 24 solar terms or the Christmas of the gods and Buddhas, they are all subject to the cycle of heaven and the four seasons, but only his birthday celebration ceremony, which was created by Guling Shiyan, was named "Gong Wuhou" by him. This belonging comes freshly packaged to show off his "hugging one" grand celebration.On this stage that has nothing to do with him, he has the right to act as a clay puppet that harvests people's worship for the great master.

It's just that this person, this strand of soul, who ever cared.

After the rituals and music of the opening banquet were over, the guests began to offer gifts while still thinking about it.During the period, the musicians will replay the Xiaoling of the new work, and there will be singers singing to add to the fun.Because the great master attaches great importance to enlightenment, every time the Yan ceremony is held, he will force the princes above the pavilion to hand over new speeches.Just like Mr. Xigong, no matter how difficult an errand is, it will always be unfavorable, but this one is difficult to be affectionate, far less than his junior brother's handy play, frequent remuneration and singing, and he has to go to Lanting Lane a few times, and the intuitive pressure is huge.

Tonight, the grand master made a gift to Gong Wuhou, and what he played was his own congratulatory message:

"Embroidered in front of the Zhulou banquet in the dark night, the big sound is meaningful and elegant, and the poem is Qingping.

The ice wheel may be full, so why not hold it lightly in the palm of Qianyu.

There will be darkness in the end when the sword energy is soaring, and the vastness of the forest is nameless.

Nanshan is loose and strong, and the flowing water is long, which attracts the envy of everyone. "

[To the effect that:

Attention groups!We're having our annual dinner party!Shut me off!Listen to the song!

When I filled the wine glass, the moon was also held in my hand.As for this world, it's not that I just play with my palm lightly!

You must know that Murderous Tengteng will definitely not be able to beat me, you have to learn to hide in order to take the upper hand.

Why is Nanshan permanent pine and cypress evergreen?Because you are still not high enough for the Empress Gong, you don't know what "Yi Shu Bi Wu Qing" is!

An Kuanghan: Master, you...don't forget to attend class even on your birthday...kneel OTZ]

Although Gong Wuhou is impatient, she has been well-bred since she was a child, so she still accepts the title according to the etiquette, drinks to the full, praises the wine, and then drinks in return.At this time, the words that I wrote randomly sounded:

"Dreams in the south of the Yangtze River are good, but the spring breeze is soft and slow. The black pendant splits the water, the blue willows rush to the clouds, and people don't know it at a glance.

"When the sun sets and the shadows are beautiful, the flowers and branches dare not say goodbye, and I am full of lovesickness."

After Zhu Han listened to the song, his mouth that couldn't stop laughing all night opened up again, and said, "It's obvious that the young master is playful, but he insists that Hua Zhi is deliberately holding him back and not letting him go. It's really interesting."

"That's just a new understanding of two sword moves, mimicry." Gong Wuhou replied angrily, "I'm so self-absorbed, I've never had the opportunity to ask flowers and ask Liu."

Hen Qiangu sat opposite Gong Wuhou, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras quite comfortably.The gloomy aura accumulated due to being in charge of the dark pavilion seemed to be melted by the mellow wine fragrance in the hall, and his expression was strangely intoxicated.The jade case is reclining, a momentary style.The right hand supports the chin, and the slender and beautiful fingers of the left hand lightly tap the knee, in harmony with the rhythm, and savor carefully, occasionally complaining that a certain business voice of the singer is not in tune.

In fact, for this xiange Qingqu, which is specially used for officials to have fun and laugh, there has been a lack of interest throughout the ages, and it is believed that the excellent sound is not the night rain, the morning dew and the broken waves, so it cannot be composed.Naturally, there are very few listeners, and no one can find peace.Until many years ago, he thought he had found a bosom friend.However, the mountains and rivers were startled by a melody back then, and it could not withstand the washing of time; at that time, the best friends were still there, but it was me who could no longer move the strings.

At the end of the intensive guest-of-honor entertainment, the grand master finally raised his glass to persuade everyone to drink: "Everyone is drunk?" Everyone responded in unison: "No, dare not get drunk!" So the ceremony entered a more relaxed and free session.During the banquet, Liang Shougong performed the newly learned jokes as usual, because he was already doing whatever he wanted and was full of dangers, so the funny index soared, and the atmosphere seemed harmonious for a while.

Xigong Diaoying sat under the birthday star, so far everything went well, so she relaxed, and then infinite fatigue surged up, her temples hurt like cramps.Want to yawn but absolutely can't, looked around the delicacies on the table, no appetite, thinking about toasting... but just saw the master wishing peace and happiness to the position of the junior brother, the eyes of both There was a well-known brilliance circulating, seeing that there was a sense of heroic sympathy for each other, and both of them drank it heroically.Nishinomiya Diaoying turned her head and took another sip.

Who would have thought that a sense of dizziness would rise in front of his eyes, he would have a splitting headache, his body would be hot and cold, his five senses would gradually be withdrawn after a while, the wine glass fell to the ground, and the audience was shocked.

Gong Wuhou suddenly felt that the person next to him was agitated, and fell down in a flash, exclaiming: "Senior brother——!"

I was about to pull him, but I saw a faint figure in front of me, it was the smoke from the ancient tomb.Looking at Xi Gong's wrist, the pulse was rapid, it was clearly some kind of emergency, and then he looked at his face slightly gray, with a hint of poisoning.

The hall was already in chaos.Could it be that someone poisoned them?Liang Shougong yelled "Guarantee! Guard!" An Anting's lineage also rushed out of the shadows in every corner with lightning speed, keeping alert.The sword light was cold, the singer and musician had already screamed and avoided, and the cups and plates were messed up during the collision.

The Grand Master was extremely calm, and after thinking about it for a while, he realized that it was because of the trip to Xijiang.Although Xigong Diaoying was careful, it was inevitable that he was infected with the poison, the amount was very small, it was not a serious problem at all, but after working hard for days, the damp poison took advantage of the void, but his body was powerless to resist, just now he drank again, It was because of the power of alcohol that quickly spread throughout his body that he fainted suddenly.It seems dangerous, but it can be healed by taking a good rest, but I am afraid that I will suffer from high fever and cramps for a few days.So he recited the heart formula silently, a ray of cool inner breath slowly entered Xigong Diaoying's body from the palm of his hand, and waited for a small week to pass, seeing his expression turning pale, he called someone to send him back to Yanxue Jiuchong.

When the alarm was lifted, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the West Palace has always been quite popular, now that they fell ill, they were not in the mood to continue the banquet, so they all expressed their comfort to the Grand Master before retreating.

Gong Wuhou returned to Ruanhong Shizhang, feeling quite dispirited, silently let Zhu Han change his dress for him, and stared at the half-dead butterfly in the glass bottle in a daze.

It has been many years, ever since Nishinomiya Diaoying never defeated herself when she was young, all she has in her eyes and heart is the peak that she vows to surpass.Memories of this person who grew up with me have been eroded to the point where there is only a faint bright yellow silhouette in the corner of my mind, as well as the "Master Nishinomiya confessed" and "Master Nishinomiya made a special confession" that the servant boy babbled every day. .Only now did I realize that the owner of this tobacco city, which operates precisely like a pendulum, is also sick, in pain, and also has a bitter expression on his face because of sadness.

This person who has no sense of existence in his life.

"Since you are worried, my lord, why don't you go and see Master Nishinomiya?" Zhu Han was combing his master's hair, when he saw a rare dazed face in the bronze mirror, he said it casually.

Gong Wuhou frowned, turned her head slightly, and said, "Why did I worry?"

After the ebony comb paused, Zhu Han was stunned for a moment and said, "Uh...I guess...Since the young master is from the same family as Xigong, he is naturally very close. This time, Xigong fell ill because he was busy with the young master's birthday and other affairs inside and outside Yandu. I heard that I haven't had a good rest for a long time. Zhu Han saw that the young master hadn't spoken since he entered the door, so he thought..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and he glanced at the person in the glasses secretly from the corner of his eyes, but he didn't feel that the master was angry, and stopped without beginning and end. Under the explanation.

Gong Wuhou seemed to be listening to the servant boy's words seriously, she remained silent, then got up and said: "I'll go and have a look."

Well, it's just pure curiosity, I really want to see what the serious and respectful chief smoker looks like when he is sick.After making up his mind, Shi Shi ran out the door.

Zhu Han hurriedly went to light the lamp.Gong Wuhou spent most of the night staring at the candlestick in a daze, not going out often, so after searching for a long time, she found a ashesy lantern from a corner, lit a candle, and hurried out, fearing that the master would go away.

Unexpectedly, my young master was waiting at the gate of Ruanhong Shizhang.Hurry up "hehe" and chase after him with a smile: "I thought the young master wouldn't wait for me."

"Zhu Han, Yanxue Jiuzhong... how do I get there?"

"Uh, son..."

It should have occurred to me that boring people's behavior, eating and sleeping are all boring.There is neither a red wave nor a pillow to throw a green cloud. Even though the high fever is uncontrollable, the owner of Yandu is still sleeping peacefully, with nothing to see, even the breathing of enduring the pain is so deliberate.

Gong Wuhou moved closer, and the newly applied Kodan red on the tip of her outstretched finger seemed to be dripping onto Nishigong Diaoying's face, with a thin finger hook, she brushed away a strand of wet hair sticking to his thin side face, Silent inquiry: Brother, is he really, worthy of your sacrifice?

Xigong Diaoying has always been in good health and never got sick, but after years of hard work, the disease came on like a river embankment bursting.Sometimes the body is like walking on a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, and sometimes like falling into a red lotus ice prison. It is ready to be tortured. After the illness, the brain is completely full of hideous and confusing hallucinations.The poison of Tushan can be regarded as a lesson.

After two or three days like this, it gradually improved, and occasionally I could open my eyes and get a moment of sobriety.However, even after waking up, what I saw in my dream was still like a fierce beast chasing after me, wind and sword, and fire rising into the sky... The more I recall, the more frightened I become, the more afraid I am, the clearer the picture, which makes people overwhelmed and distracted , and fell into a dream again.

At that time, the surroundings were vast, the sky was mysterious and the earth was far away, the soul seemed to be about to leave the body, the body was weighted down numbly, the chest was shattered and hollowed out, and breathing was like a slow pain.

He knew it was a dream, but he couldn't command himself to wake up, he couldn't control his hands and feet, he could only let the dream go on absurdly.

So he struggled to identify the bright red shadow among the fragments, and desperately grabbed that person, and then, he heard his own dying voice: "Brother... Although our brothers... are weak... but brother... use this My life... I will pay you my life on behalf of the master, okay..."

Okay?

In an instant, people sat up in horror, night, resting in panic.

After taking a few breaths, his brain finally cleared up.

Just a dream.Of course it was just a dream.Because even if he was reincarnated in the next life, Nishinomiya Diaoying would never say such a paragraph so unreservedly, even to his master.

However, the weight of despair still forced the person to die almost immediately, the icy temperature remaining on the fingertips from the backless palm was still clear, and the shivering frequency of the person holding him was still echoing the heartbeat at this moment.Everything is so real.

Suddenly, I realized that although I had always obeyed my master's words, subconsciously, I had already made a judgment, and my master was always sorry for having no future.But it's always being ignored.

For the two most important people in my life, after all, I am unable to do anything...

He leaned against the wall quietly, and the coolness like water covered his whole body.The brain went blank for a while, feeling extremely powerless.

Gradually, he regained his ability to see things in the dark, and he could hear the chirping of the night insect Xisuo and those unknown voices and silence in the boundless world. odor.

After taking several breaths of cold wind, Nishinomiya Diaoying began to regret her decision to rush to Ruanhong Shizhang to ask for the answer.

Do you want to go up and grab people and ask them inexplicably like in a dream?How can those emotional words sealed in the dream be said indifferently when awake?

Ignorant and chaotic, but the person has already reached the door.

Sure enough, the soft red ten feet are brightly lit as usual, and this red-lit pavilion that makes Nishinomiya Diaoying worry about whether it is leaking every night is still floating peacefully and beautifully like a dream cut out of the chaotic world. Yandu night.

The owner of the pavilion leaned alone on the fragrant wooden table, and was holding silver chopsticks into the glass bottle to tease the butterflies. The scarlet smock was spread all over the floor like the sunset glow of a phoenix spit out Liudan.The Luan mirror on the desk peeks at people, and when you see them from a distance, it is difficult to distinguish, but the cinnabar mark at the corner of the eye hits the bottom of my heart deeply.

Just as he was about to run away, he heard the people in the room stop him: "Since you're here, why don't you say anything and leave?"

Xigong Diaoying had just returned to the mortal world from the dream world, suddenly saw the person and listened to his voice, and then thought about her thoughts when she came, she was suddenly embarrassed, so she had to deal with it: "It's nothing. Let's go."

"Heh, Nishinomiya might as well speak up." Gong Wuhou put down the silver chopsticks, covered the lid, and slowly turned to face him, "There must be something important for Xi Gong to come here at night with a sickness, and Gong Wuhou will agree , even to kill one or two people at this moment..." He turned his head to look at a window that happened to be opened high up, and a small, square piece of night was as black as ink, without any stars.Raising the plain hands that were folded on the knees, he pointed vacantly, and said with great interest: "Tonight, the stars are sparse and the moon is bright, so it's time to test the sword with blood."

Xigong Diaoying resolutely judged that she was in the wrong place, so she could only reluctantly say: "It's really nothing important. It's just that my illness will only get better in a few days, and I must ask Dan Gong to take care of it."

The words sounded vague, Gong Wuhou thought about it for a while, and guessed that she was making trouble for Guling Shiyan when the other party was worried about recuperating.I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, the Great Master killed fiercely, but there was such a solid-eyed idiot who was loyal and dedicated to returning.

He raised his eyes and took a closer look at his senior brother's independent mid-night attitude: a man who has always been meticulous in front of others, but at this moment his long chestnut hair is loose on his shoulders. It should be a beauty disease. The tail was tied in a knot casually, and such an expression on his face was not the usual cold and detached master in charge.He probably came here in a hurry, with only his coat on, covering his sick body that had been badly damaged in the past few days, no matter how thin a gentleman's strength is, it seems to be melting away in the wind.

Gong Wuhou was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously spit out the word that made Nishinomiya Diaoying hesitate for a whole night, scratching his heart and lungs:

"it is good."

The author has something to say: 噫~~ Why do I seem to have written my brother as a scepter?

Cough cough, no, I want the year to attack the year to attack the year to attack... [Actually, mutual attacks are also fine... Sigh, my morals...

Then, I really tried my best to express the profound cultural background of the high-level people in Yandu, but my writing is useless, I can't express the grandeur of the master, and I can't express the lingering romanticism of Dan Gong. TT yingying, anyway, we All the adults in Yandu are writers!wit!Please feel free to think so! !

Then some completely unimportant notes:

The smoke set in this article is a place that attaches great importance to etiquette and culture. After all, it is under the jurisdiction of the "Great Master"~ so there will be such plots as "challenge ceremony", "swallow ceremony" and "toast".But since graduating, I have basically forgotten all the cumbersome rules of the three rituals I learned back then, so please do not delve into it...

When introducing the furnishings in this chapter, a pair of "cyan-colored jade biscuits" appeared. Because of the relationship with my hometown, I selfishly set Yandu to be located in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and this is also the birthplace of Liangzhu culture. Among them, jade is a very important piece. Jade bi is the most representative, and its characteristic is that there is no complicated carving and decoration at all. The so-called "beautiful without words" fits perfectly with the Laozhuang school of the great master, so this setting is deliberately made.