Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1092 Can Guang
Yan Chuli.

Ji Jiashu was startled when he heard the words, and felt that the name sounded familiar, and suddenly remembered that this person was the opponent Ying Baoyue met in the wrestling group finals.

"I didn't expect this person to be polite." Jiang Yuanyuan also recognized this person, and said with some emotion, "The determination is strong enough, and he deserves to be called this name."

Yan Chuli's determination was indeed very firm.

The etiquette became more and more cumbersome as Jiubai went, but he was unruffled, his movements were meticulous and firm, and even people who couldn't understand stared at him and gradually couldn't laugh at him.

"Don't say it, it's really interesting to say hello..."

"It looks pretty, well-behaved, is this a courtesy?"

Ji Qingyuan stared at the movements of the young man on the high platform, with a hesitant expression, "It's not the oldest ritual, it's just..."

"It's just beautiful." Ying Baoyue smiled and took his words.

The classics of Hou Liao were all recompiled and introduced by Qin State. Hou Liao did not have any family of poetry and books, and indeed had no chance to come into contact with real ancient books. Just as those family members ridiculed, Hou Liao did not have much "connotation".

But from Yan Chuli's actions, Ying Baoyue could feel his respect and love for etiquette.

At the same time, he also knows what courtesy is.

The benevolent is invincible.

"No matter what kind of gift it is," Ying Baoyue raised her head to look at the attentive crowd behind her.

"I think the most important thing is to touch people's hearts."

"I thought you would hate Li," Ji Qingyuan was startled when he heard this, and glanced at the girl beside him.

After all, many rules in the ancient Zhou rituals restricted women, and she and his mother were considered deviant figures back then.

"I don't dislike the ceremony itself," Ying Baoyue smiled, "it's just the ceremony, which needs to be changed."

A gift that can make people want and be moved, that's what she wants.

"The three generations are kings with different etiquette, and the five tyrants are ruled by different laws." Ying Baoyue looked at Ji Qingyuan and said with a smile, "If you don't govern the world in the same way, the country will not follow the old rules."

Ji Qingyuan's heart seemed to have been hit hard, and he understood what Ying Baoyue meant.

What she said was a famous saying of a reformer in Qin State before Emperor Taizu.

Whether it is the etiquette or the law, they can all be changed.

This is her gift.

But now, what exactly does she want to change?
There was a tidal wave of applause from all around, Ji Qingyuan raised his head and looked at Yan Chuli who was walking down the high platform.

"In the field of etiquette, he should be the winner."

People put their tickets into the lottery box in the hands of the examiner. They said it was a ticket, but it was actually a bamboo stick with special patterns. Every citizen can receive a pack before entering the venue. The bamboo sticks are limited, and there are serial numbers on them. , cannot all be left to one person.

Ji Qingyuan voted for Yan Chuli.

"Did I support your opponent?" He looked at Ying Baoyue and smiled wryly.

"You think too much," Ying Baoyue smiled, "I didn't choose a ceremony this time."

Ji Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, until now he didn't know what Ying Baoyue chose, and she didn't tell anyone.

He had guessed in his heart, but he was not sure about that possibility.

After all, she...hasn't touched that thing for many years.

Although it was said that the first ceremony turned the tide, the number of practitioners who chose the ceremony was still greatly reduced. Soon the competition ended, and the people were all excited when they heard the bell ringing next to the high platform.

"It's time to have fun!"

If there is one of the six arts that people look forward to the most, it is definitely music.

Before the start of the Six Arts Competition, there were also the most practitioners of quasi-book selection music, just by looking at the number of people carrying musical instruments and changing costumes.

When it finally came to the official start of the fun battle, Ying Baoyue found that the number of people flocking to the registration office under the high platform was much less.

"What's going on?" Chen Zichu was also looking around, "I feel that there are fewer people."

"You don't even know who chose Le," Zhao Guang shook his head and looked not far away.

Practitioners were in groups of three or four, pointing at some people in the crowd with blue faces.

"Did you see it? That's the son of the Zhou family in Qingyang. I heard that his family's piano score has been handed down for hundreds of years..."

"Isn't that the seventh son of the Mu family? I heard that the king of the Northern Wei Dynasty personally summoned him to the palace for six music."

"I heard that Mr. Chunhua also wants to choose music, so I don't want to make a fool of myself..."

"Wait, that one is..."

At this moment, the appearance of a figure made the unexpected sounds all around louder.

It is inaccurate to say one person, because there is a group of people behind her.

"Northern Wei Saintess!"

There were exclamations from all around, and I saw Xu Bingqing leading a group of Beihan Pavilion disciples to the audience. The disciple behind her was holding a piano.

"When the saint girl danced around the world, what can we compare..."

Practitioners around began to sigh, and many people who were preparing to choose music dispersed.

"I didn't expect Xu Bingqing to choose Le." Chen Zichu frowned and looked at Ji Jiashu, "Can you do it, Jiashu?"

When Xu Bingqing became a saint in the Northern Wei Dynasty, it is said that she danced Shao Siming's sacrificial dance in public and became famous by dancing.

"What does she choose has anything to do with me?" Ji Jiashu said calmly, and looked at Ying Baoyue after speaking, but found that Ying Baoyue didn't even glance at Xu Bingqing, but kept paying attention to a direction where there were few people.

"That is……"

Ji Jiashu realized that she was looking in the direction of the Xirong people.

If it is said that the practitioners in the Central Plains had only fear of the Xirong people in the wrestling and cavalry and shooting battles, then in the six arts battle, they only had a lot of contempt.

No one cared what the Xirong candidates chose.

At the beginning, everyone was curious about the thing that the Xirong people carried, but in an instant, no one paid attention.

"Baoyue, what's wrong?" Ji Jiashu asked.

Ying Baoyue looked at him, but before she could answer, the starting bell rang.

Everyone's attention immediately turned to the game in front of them.
Le Zhan was really extraordinary, the beginning was very intense, the crowd applauded, and Xu Bingqing's appearance even stimulated the enthusiastic atmosphere to the extreme.

Xu Bingqing chose dance music, dragging a fairy-like tulle skirt on stage, accompanied by Tuoba Xun.

Practitioners who choose dance music can be accompanied by the musicians on site, or they can bring their own accompanists.

However, most practitioners don't think they can find a better accompanist than the Soochow Music Officer, and they always ask the Music Officer to accompany them.

Xu Bingqing walked up to the high platform confidently, followed by two Beihan Pavilion disciples, Tuoba Xun holding a blind stick, and He Lancheng holding the piano for him.

Looking at the scene, Chen Zichu curled his lips, "What a big show."

"After all, Beihan Pavilion belongs to her family," Zhao Guang shrugged, but the person who took the stage with her after he saw Xu Bingqing and his party was stunned.

"Helianyan?"

Ying Baoyue didn't look at Xu Bingqing all the time, but the person behind her, and nodded, "He also chose Le."

Not only did they choose Le, but they were also in the same group as Xu Bingqing, so they went on stage together.

I don't know if this is the luck of these two people, or the arrangement of some people behind it.

Compared with Xu Bingqing, He Lianyan can be said to be very deserted on stage.

He was carrying the half-man covered with a white cloth on his back alone, with a faint smile in his green pupils.

"So what is that thing?" Chen Zichu asked curiously.

"I'll know soon." Ji Jiashu took a deep breath, with a dignified expression.

Just after He Lianyan got on the high platform, under the examiner's signal, he took off the white cloth on the thing.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, almost blinded by the flash.

The white cloth was removed, only to see a burst of dazzling light emanating from the thing.

The thing is about three feet high, shaped like half a wooden comb, and the topmost head is shaped like a phoenix head, as if made of pure gold.

In sunlight, this thing shines brightly.

This is undoubtedly an instrument, but few people have seen an instrument of this shape.

There was silence all around.

"What is this?" Chen Zichu asked in surprise.

At this moment, Ying Baoyue spoke softly.

"This is a harp."

　"The three generations are kings with different rituals, and the five tyrants are hegemony with different laws." --Warring States·Shang Yang "Book of Shang Jun·Gengfa No. [-]"

　　It means that whether it is the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties in Chinese history, or the Spring and Autumn Five Hegemonies, they all have their own ritual and legal systems different from the past, that is to say, they are not conservative, but have institutional innovations.

　　"If you don't govern the world in the same way, you can make the country lawless." This is also Shang Yang's words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)