[Honghuang] Recruiting demon flags

Daji rose to the top in King Zhou's harem.

It took ten days to be promoted from beauty to Jieyu; one month to be promoted from Jieyu to Zhaoyi; half a year to be promoted from Zhaoyi to concubine; one and a half years to be promoted from concubine to noble concubine.

The concubines were astonished, envious, and jealous, but no one dared to say more.

……

Luxurious and intoxicated, people always forget the time, day by day, they are torn away like waste paper.

In these years, she rarely returned to Wa Palace.King Zhou was no longer in a hurry to ask her for sex in bed, but began to treat each other with courtesy. Apart from the fact that they both loved extravagance and pleasure, they looked like a couple in an ordinary gentry family who respected each other like guests.

In the Shang Palace, the singing and dancing never stopped.

"... Your Majesty."

In the main hall of dance and music, Daji stroked King Zhou's chest with her fingertips, and said softly: "My concubine seems to be tired when looking at the king. Also, how did these vulgar fans get into the eyes of the king? How about, minister How about a concubine singing and dancing for the king?"

King Zhou stopped yawning, "Oh? It's rare for a beauty to be interested today, but I haven't seen a beauty dance for a long time."

Daji smiled wanly: "Then, can the king give my concubine a glass of wine?"

She leaned on King Zhou, and King Zhou raised his hand and stroked her hair lightly, "Beauties know the mind of widows best."

He personally poured a glass of wine with Daji.

Daji took the wine bottle from King Zhou's hand, raised her head and drank it, and got up gracefully from her seat.The dancer stepped aside consciously, but the musicians were still playing, but they all changed their tunes, and the music filled the hall gracefully and gracefully.

It was the early spring season, and the pink cherry blossom petals floated into the hall along the window lattice, and they were like a dream.

Daji felt that she seemed a little drunk.

She spread her sleeves and danced.

King Zhou leaned forward and stared at her intently; the dancers were fascinated by the sight, and the tunes played by the musicians chased her dance steps——she spun, twirled, and the long red-sleeved dress fluttered along with it. , Seeing the curtains fluttering all over the hall, it looks like the world of mortals fluttering.

The cherry blossoms fluttered lightly in the meantime, falling on her sleeves and hair, and flying up with the dance steps.

Yan Wanhui's demeanor is like flying, and Lihua's sleeves are curled up with jade.

The high hall is full of red 氍毹, and there is no dance in the world.

The song is over.

Daji fell on the ground, her skirts were layered and spread out like a peony in full bloom, and she asked with a smile, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

King Zhou was stupefied for a long time, but the dancers couldn't sit still, and surrounded him chatteringly, "Madam, can you teach us this dance?" "Yes, yes, the king seems to like it very much!" " The empress's dancing skills are really amazing, if everyone is like her, all the dancers in the world will have nothing to eat." - Yingying Yanyan, all clinging to Daji's side.

King Zhou also came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "If you are beautiful, everyone will like any dance you dance!"

Daji smiled sweetly, took the hand extended by King Zhou, and stood up from the ground.

The embroidered red dress was dragging on the ground, and as she got up, it was layered together again like a bunch of flowers, and Daji's white and slender hand was resting in King Zhou's palm, like a beautiful work of art.

The tents were fluttering, King Zhou was smiling, and everyone looked at King Zhou with envy.

Daji slowly, slowly, lowered her eyes.

——She is a beauty in the world, whether it is singing and dancing, or the figure of a woman, as well as the ability to go to the land of clouds and rain, they are all top-notch, and she is also the best.But Empress Nuwa had never seen any of these, and King Zhou feasted her eyes on them.

Maybe it's useless to see her before, Daji thought, she is the best in the world, but she can't compare with the gods in the sky.

She and Empress Nuwa couldn't let go, couldn't go back.

Daji didn't want to go back to Wa Palace.She knew that as a lady, she would give whatever she wanted.But Daji doesn't really care, she doesn't care how many rare treasures or favors the empress is willing to give her, because the empress will not give her what she wants most.

It was her wishful thinking, wanting the love of the empress.

She remembered every moment she was with the empress. Over the years, she often took it out to reminisce and pass the long and boring time.

Like a pot of treasured honey, I steal it out from time to time, take a sip, taste a little bit of sweetness, I think I have a support, I have a place to rest my heart, and I think I can use this to overcome the boundless suffering in front of me.

Those moments are very short, but in memory, they are very long.

Whether in public or private, Nuwa's behavior is beyond reproach.Every ten days and a half months, she will teach the boys their lessons. Unlike other gods, she never treats the boys who serve them as servants—and Daji often listens on the sidelines.

At that time, the sun was idle in the afternoon, Nuwa lived in front of the hall, all the boys lined up neatly, sitting upright, Daji was also assigned a futon, and sat in her favorite corner.Spiritual birds and beasts came following the sound of the sermon, Qingluan landed gracefully on the plane tree outside the hall, and white cranes strolled in front of the porch, bending their necks back and combing their pale black feathers.

Wind chimes are hung on the corners of the eaves, and when shaken, they make a melodious and crisp sound.

In fact, counting seriously, there were not a few times in total, Daji thought.

Because she didn't live in Wa Palace for a long time.

Daji was deeply impressed by this occasional sermon.Every one of the boys in Wa Palace is far above her in terms of talent, aptitude, understanding, and even cultivation, so it is often the boys and girls who take care of Daji's progress in turn.

Once, Nuwa taught the art of reckoning and divination to all the boys.Most of the boys understood it, only Daji was very dazed looking at the tortoise shell in front of her, as if she was listening to a book from heaven.

Probably because Nuwa saw her like this, Nuwa stopped preaching and called her, "Daji."

Daji stood up abruptly.

All the boys turned their heads, and Nu Wa seemed to find it amused by her fearful reaction. She smiled and said, "Sit down." Slowly, she recounted the divination technique.

Daji couldn't remember exactly what Nuwa said that day.She only remembered that the empress's voice, clear and gentle, narrating, word by word, fell in the same place as the idle sunlight in the hall, and that was the most beautiful thing in the world.

The boys listened quietly.

In the evening, after class was over, Bixia Caiyun and a few boys found Daji, surrounded her, and tried their best to encourage her to use the newly learned things to calculate a hexagram and practice the teachings of the empress.

Bixia said: "Your Majesty has been talking to you all afternoon."

Caiyun sang together with him, and said: "In order not to disappoint my mother's painstaking efforts, this time I will help you choose a simple one - you borrowed Su Daji's name, it should be related to Jizhou, let's count the weather in Jizhou tonight .”

Daji couldn't refuse, so she had to imitate her appearance and make a hexagram.

She looked at the tortoise shell in front of her, and the ashes from the burning incense. She looked left and right, but she couldn't see the way out. The tortoise shell was still the tortoise shell, and the incense ash was still incense ash. It could be seen that she was really not suitable for divination. Professor is useless.

However, Bixia Caiyun was still staring at her with piercing eyes.

Daji had no choice but to say nonsense: "Heavy rain."

That night, the moon and stars in Jizhou were sparse.

Bixia Caiyun, who had been waiting with her all night, had a stomach ache from laughing, and Daji sat on the cornice of the palace with them, watching the dawn gradually brighten in the sky, and the Venus, who was still at this moment, looked extraordinarily dazzling, also laughed .

Since then, Bixia's attitude towards Daji has become much more friendly.In addition to instructing the other boys to take care of her more in terms of daily expenses, occasionally, on a whim, he would personally teach Daji a few principles of practice.

Daji was also surprised by this for a long time.

Until Caiyun heard her question, she giggled, and said while wrapping around her red-headed rope, "Senior Brother Bixia, I'm not sure, I'm not sure, and I don't believe in evil, every time I make a mistake, I have to go to bother the empress, ask the reason, but the next time, I still continue to calculate wrongly, and come to complain to us again. Now that I have met you, of course we feel sorry for each other!"

Daji:"……"

I don't know whether Caiyun is making fun of Bixia or her Daji.

In addition, sometimes, she would do some cleaning and washing together with Caiyun.

Caiyun has always been very familiar with Wa Palace. Only once, when she was tidying up the quiet room that Nuwa Empress used to practice meditation, Daji was also helping, and saw a white jade bottle beside Chen Xiangmu's couch, containing I drank half a bottle of water and kept a few straight branches.

The shape of the leaves is like mulberry leaves but not mulberry leaves, and the color is light, but it seems to be shining from the inside to the outside.

Daji looked and looked again and again, but felt that these branches were fresh and lovely, but couldn't identify what kind of wood they were, so she asked Caiyun, "Senior Sister, take a look, what is it?"

Caiyun was wiping the incense burner. Hearing this, he also hesitated, "I've never seen this before, it's probably... um..."

She clutched at the headband, looking distressed.

Just at this moment, a voice came from behind, "It's the hibiscus wood from the East China Sea."

Daji and Caiyun hurriedly turned their heads, facing the light, a figure stood at the door, and it turned out to be Empress Nuwa who came in person.

The morning light fell on the floor through the corridor, her face was shrouded in a faint mist, she was elegant and elegant, her dress like flowing clouds was hanging down gracefully, and the five-colored brocade was graceful and beautiful, reflecting the morning glow in the sky.

Caiyun immediately knelt down and saluted, "Niang Niang."

"It's okay." Nuwa said, and walked slowly into the quiet room, took the bottle of branches from Daji's hand, put it in front of the window, and said, "This is when Emperor Jun was still there. That hibiscus tree was broken off and given to me. This branch is very precious and can only grow in the water of the East China Sea, so Di Jun scooped up some water and gave it to me as well."

Both Daji and Caiyun looked at her quietly.

Nuwa stood in front of the window, gently arranged the branches in the jade vase, letting them bathe in the morning sun, "The hibiscus tree recognizes the owner. Since Dijun's death, these few leaves of mine have never been seen again." longer than."

As she said this, she looked at the branch, but her gaze seemed to be far away, and it was chaotic, reflecting the rising sun in the east.

Seeing this, Caiyun hastily tugged at the corner of Daji's clothes, pulling her to leave.

Later, when the two were sitting by the pond feeding the koi, Caiyun told Daji the whole story.

"—Dijun's death has always been something that the empress can't let go of."

Caiyun sat on a raised bluestone, dangling her legs, and sprinkled a handful of rice, watching the koi swimming and scrambling for food, making ripples in the pond.

She said slowly: "Back then, the demon emperor Jun was so stunning and beautiful. The empress always felt that if the emperor was still there, the demon clan would be able to prosper forever, and the empress herself would be at ease. But it is also unfortunate fate, the emperor Characters like Junna died in the catastrophe. Up to now, the fate and lives of the thousands of demon clans have only been left to bear by Niangniang."

Daji sat on the black stone next to her, and after listening, she thought about it carefully and said, "That lady must be very lonely."

Caiyun smiled, "Why do you have such an idea? It is disrespectful to presume a saint."

Big disrespect, big disrespect.These words still echoed in Daji's ears, and after several years, they still haven't dissipated.

It is disrespectful to speculate on a saint.It is disrespectful to adore a sage and miss the body of a sage.It is disrespectful to act like a baby to a saint.It is disrespectful to think that the saint's heart of pleading for life for the common people in the world can be evenly distributed and given to her.

She has already committed the crime of disrespect.

The author has something to say: Yan Wanhui looks like flying, and Lihua's sleeves are curled up like jade. ——Sun Yuanyan of the Tang Dynasty "Chen·□□ Dance"

The high hall is full of red 氍毹, and there is no dance in the world. ——Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty "Tian Shijun's beauty dances like a lotus flower and sings to the north"

This concubine is based on the time when "Fengshen Yanyi" was written, referring to the Ming Dynasty.