After the introduction, it was time for the talent show. Different from last time, this time's talent test was to assess the foundation of the female children. Of course, Qing Huan was the only main character.
The emcee sent by the Ministry of Rites stood at the side and sang the steps of the ceremony.
Qing Huan slowly stepped forward under the watchful eyes of the crowd. She raised her hand and patted it lightly. Two young manservants walked forward. Together, they carried a huge white silk scroll. The scroll spread out and covered the entire platform. The wooden ground turned white in an instant. He clapped his hands again, and four young maids walked up gracefully. They were dressed in light silk clothes and high-waisted skirts. He had a smile on his face and was very likable. He held a few brushes and ink of various colors with both hands and placed them around the painting in a well-arranged manner.
Then, all the candles were extinguished, and the surroundings were silent. Just as everyone was in shock, a drum beat sounded. There was a unique peach blossom lamp perched in the place where the candles had just been extinguished. The flowers were dense and gave off a warm light.
The high platform seemed to be filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms and was enveloped by a soft pink halo. A small person stood quietly in the middle of the painting. The complicated palace dress she had just worn had already been removed. She was wearing a light pink flower bud dress, revealing her smooth ankles. Her neck was slender, her collarbones were exquisite, and her beautiful curves were carved into the skin of her collar. There was a meticulous peach blossom on her skin, and it was lifelike. Her top was tight, but the hem of her skirt was smooth like a closed flower bud. It was delicate, tender, and filled with the sweet aura of a young girl.
Flower bud skirt was indeed worthy of its name.
The little one raised his head slightly, and a pair of bewitching peach blossom eyes flowed with a small light.
A zither tune sounded. The first performance would definitely be a song and dance. To express that a woman has grown up and is ready to be married. How could an ordinary eight-year-old girl know about marriage? Most of them would make up a group dance. The requirements were not high, and the form was lively. The symbol was fine. No one would argue with a little girl. Qing Huan was creative this time and performed a solo dance. It also seemed that it was not a simple solo dance. Which family's young miss had to wait on the brush and ink while dancing?
They were originally in the mood to hunt for novelty. However, when Qing Huan moved, everyone was shocked by the child's elf-like movements.
Qing Huan's body was light and agile. Following the sound of the zither, he first made a few slow turns, followed by a continuous dance with a tight rhythm. The hem of her dress fluttered and fell. Qing Huan bent down to pick up the brush and took the opportunity to draw a few strokes. With a wave of his hand, the brush flew down from the platform. Lying sideways, he kicked the other brush in his hand and jumped up. He stood on one foot and almost flew up. Shua shua, another few strokes.
At this moment, everyone understood. He was drawing. However, he hadn't even used the ink yet. Wasn't the black color too monotonous? After thinking about it, he felt relieved. Such superb skills were already rare. That was just a child. Baili Che only looked confident. He had a feeling that his Huan 'er was going to do more than that.
The music suddenly intensified. Qing Huan's arms were flat and his feet were fast. It was already close.
At this moment, a long piece of white silk suddenly appeared from Qing Huan's sleeves. It seemed to be conscious. Like a snake, it landed on the colorful ink on the side of the platform. The sound of the wind blew in all directions. Colored ink flew like falling petals. A faint fragrance fell on the painting.
In the end, the long silk in Qing Huan's hands flew off the stage. A long rainbow flew across the sky and landed at the edge of the high platform. It had already ended. Before anyone could react, four servants came up and lifted the scroll up. The four were shocked.
What a red peach.
On the snow-white silk cloth, there was a lively peach blossom, with clusters of flowers. From afar, it looked like a rainbow. It was a dream-like beauty. There was not much white space, and the peach branches were dotted with colorful fallen petals. It was as if a warm spring breeze had just brushed past. Everyone only felt a warmth on their faces. Although they did not hear the fragrance, it was already seeping into their hearts, making them feel sentimental.
On the side of the scroll was a beautiful line of writing: The peach blossoms are bright and bright.
Qinghuan fell in the middle of the flowers, flowers contrast people's beauty, people are more delicate than flowers. The exquisiteness of the three-point flower had already entered the painting.
This song was called Peach Blossom.
Baili Che sat in the main seat, everything around him seemed to blur and then disappear. In the whole world, only the peach blossom fairy on the high platform had bright colors, agile postures, and delicate jumps. Time was stretched out infinitely and slowed down. Qing Huan's movements were broken down into squares and carved into her heart.
It was not that he had not seen even more superb skills. However, he had never seen such an arrangement. He knew that his Huan 'er had such a special heart.
At the intersection of the central garden and the clouds was a row of huge trees. The crowns of the trees intersected and the branches overlapped each other, making it impossible to distinguish between them. There were also a few exquisite treehouses built according to Qing Huan's wishes. Occasionally, Qing Huan would read and play the piano there, taking a nap in the afternoon. The wind blew past the lotus pond, passing through the branches and leaves. When it reached the treehouse, it was stained with the fragrance of the flowers and leaves, making it cool and pleasant.
At this moment, no one noticed that the treehouse, which was usually dark at night, was lit up by candlelight.
The four of them chose the largest and most central treehouse and sat around it, drinking and chatting as they watched Qing Huan's first ceremony. Martial artists could still see clearly at this distance. Everyone had a sincere smile on their faces. That person was their master, the person who gave them a new life, the person who let them grow their wings and have their own sky. He was the one who taught them how to stand strong.
Qing Huan looked at the treehouse from afar and looked at his close friends. Then, he stood up and slowly took out a transparent black jade piccolo from his sleeve. He gently placed it by his mouth, and with a slight breath, a melodious flute sound flowed out.
This black jade piccolo was the symbol of the Qing Dynasty. It was the token that summoned them and also the sound signal used to contact them.
The scroll slowly moved to the back and became a huge background. The wooden planks on the platform were moved away by the two servants who came later. The wooden planks on the four sides were also moved away. Only then did everyone discover that there were seven peach-blossom-shaped drums hidden under the platform. The side was painted red. The surface of the drum was like light brown velvet, especially soft and thick. Qing Huan was standing in the middle. With a leap, he actually fell down. Everyone cried out in shock, and they were all covered in cold sweat.
Baili Che stood up and was about to step forward. Silver Eleven, who was standing silently behind him, pulled his master back and reminded him softly,""Master, the sound of the flute hasn't stopped."
Baili Che then realized that Qing Huan's fall seemed to have been planned. She did not scream and the flute was still playing.
Even the Nalan couple were smiling as they watched, not worried at all. Baili Che let out a sigh of relief, and his tightened heart slowly relaxed. However, he clenched his fists tightly. This girl, she didn't even tell him beforehand. Seeing that everyone was shocked by Qing Huan's " fall ", no one paid attention to this side and sat back down heavily.
In less than a moment, Qing Huan appeared on the drum again as if she had been lifted up. He had changed his clothes, and it was refreshing.
This time, she was wearing a red dress that wrapped her thin waist tightly. There was a set of silver jewelry on her neck and wrists, and it looked exquisite like peach blossoms. It reflected the light. His sleeves were wide, and the skin on his elbows could be seen from the cuffs. Her skirt was very long, and her steps were light, so much so that her embroidered shoes were not visible. An extremely long belt was wrapped around her waist. The belt hung down along the hem of her dress, and there was a sparkling dark pink light at the end.
Her entire body was like a flower petal that had been poured into the water. It was translucent and clear.
The flute suddenly changed. No, it wasn't that the sound of the flute had changed. Instead, he added the sound of the drum.
It was as if in the morning light, tall, sharp grass was growing sparsely, and the tips of the grass were hanging with crystal clear dew.
The sun's warm light spread to every corner of the earth. The cold morning dew reflected the light, and in an instant, it melted and returned to the air.
The quiet world suddenly became full of vitality. Birds soared into the sky, fish in the pond leaped, flowers bloomed one after another, and dust migrated. Both of them carried a faint but not negligible voice that made people happy.
It could turn the morning dew into a golden light, gloomy into power, and rotten into magic. This was the pulse of life.
The clear and cheerful sound of the flute was mixed with the sound of the drum, giving people this feeling. He wanted to close his eyes and let go of all the grudges and schemes in his heart, whether it was entanglement, jealousy, or haze and power schemes. Quietly recalling the first touching moments of life.
When he was a child, he was like a flower or a blade of grass. A cloud and a shade. A pond of duckweed is broken, a night of swallows come. Those simple and pure pleasures. The pitch was the reason why the corners of his mouth curved. Or perhaps, the beginning of life itself was happiness.
No matter how long it had been, he had not forgotten his initial desire and pursuit.
Tranquility, peace, and joy. It came from the heart to observe everything in the world.
The night wind blew past, and countless petals suddenly fell from the high ground of the painting that had already been used as the background. They were dark and light pink, and they fluttered like the first rain of spring. They were unbelievably gentle, indescribable, and indescribable. They appeared in the world like a dream.
It landed on the drum and gradually spread a warm layer. The warm light of spring gathered in that small space. The sweet smell of spring is everywhere.
It gradually overlapped with the initial emotions of life.
He leaped into the air and knelt on the ground.
He bent his back and stomped his feet on the drum.
He stood up and landed on the ground, beating the drum with his feet.
Qing Huan was like a little bird that had woken up early, jumping happily on the drum. The hem of her dress would sometimes droop down meekly, and at other times, it would flutter with her movements. The flower bloomed, the flower fell, and the flower soul fell into the mortal world.
Light and shadow moved slowly. Time seemed to stop in the lithe and graceful figure, moving slowly. Everyone held their breaths, afraid of disturbing the beautiful scenery in front of them.
Finally, the moonlight slowly fell on the black jade flute. A long rise and fall. When the song ended, Qing Huan was like a blooming peach blossom. She sat quietly on the drum, her skirt falling around her.
The last handful of petals fell and completely disappeared into the folds of her skirt. The fragrance was faint.# Cancel review all: wdd201302 Time:111420185:56PM
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