After being beaten to death with random sticks: my brothers begged me to forgive me

Chapter 15 Yangchun
The zither, flute, and harp sounded one after another, and the performance of the Spring Banquet finally started.

The emperor sits in the north, with the crown prince and princes on his side, and the ministers and guards next to him.The wife of the Duke and other female family members who are in charge also sit among them.The rest of the ladies who changed into dance clothes lived in the waiting area in the back garden, only the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard from a distance.

In the past, dancing was performed while drinking, but today is different.

Because the theme of the spring banquet is "dancing", we no longer recruit maiko, and call the first lady to perform as early as the banquet.

This is out of respect for the daughter of a noble family, so that the guests at the banquet will not be smelly of alcohol and appear indecent when enjoying the dance.

Every time the next lady was summoned, eunuchs came to report.

If someone has the emperor's favor and behaves well, he will personally announce the rewards received by the family.

Even though today's dancers are all from small families, and there are not many rewards, it is also a great honor to be praised by the emperor.

Mrs. Liu was very disdainful of those people's happy appearance, and every time a eunuch came to report, she would whisper to Han Momo: "Look at their unworthy appearance, which one can compare to you."

This time Han Momo had to be with the daughters of some poor families, and felt embarrassed: "Even if Mrs. Guo arranged for us to hold the stage, she should open up a separate room for us to wait. Mother, you Can you talk to the manager of the Duke of Chu's mansion and let me change places? The dance clothes they wear are all disheveled, and they are really cheap."

"Oh, no!"

Those around were wearing yellow, green, pink and purple dance clothes, with long sleeves like umbrellas, and when they raised their hands, their sleeves fell down, revealing half of their jade arms.

During the waiting rehearsal, the movements of all the girls were different, but this can be seen everywhere.

However, those little eunuchs came to read aloud from time to time: "Lin, the daughter of Lin Kan, a member of the Ministry of Rites, will be rewarded for dancing "Seven Dances", three jade hairpins, and 50 taels of silver!"

Soon he said again: "Ji Shi, the daughter of Taichang Ji Yuanguang in Taipu Temple, will be rewarded for dancing "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Dance". A pearl head and face, ten taels of gold!"

After hearing this, the wives of Lin's family and Ji's family all had expressions on their faces, and they couldn't help showing off in front of everyone.

But once they accidentally saw Mrs. Han's face, they immediately stopped smiling.

Jiang Muge was not in a hurry to rehearse, and when he arrived at the scene, he put on a thin shirt and walked to Han Zhenlian's side, bending over to check what he was preparing.

There was a faint smell of honeysuckle from the side, and the crimson skirt swept across the toe of the boot.

Han Zhenlian raised his head unexpectedly, but saw Jiang Muge turned his head to look at him, revealing a gorgeous little face, a little curious, but seemed a little distant and smiled: "Can the painting utensils be heavy?"

"Little sister," he subconsciously smiled back at her, "why don't you stay with your mother like Momo?"

Jiang Muge glanced back, then shook his head slowly: "I must meditate before dancing."

After saying that, she stretched out a hand towards him, Han Zhenlian subconsciously looked down, only to feel that her fingertips were crystal clear.

If you look closely, it seems that there are thin calluses, and it seems that you have done rough work.

Han Momo's fingers never touch the spring water, which is completely different from her hands.

When he thought of this, he shook his head violently. For some reason, he couldn't help but compare the two younger sisters in his mind.

"Big brother?"

Han Zhenlian coughed: "To tell you the truth, I also need to meditate before painting. What's the matter?"

She still stretched out her hand: "This paintbrush looks cumbersome. Lifting a piece of drawing paper lying on the ground is like lifting a mop. I want to share a little bit with my brother before going on stage."

His eyes fell on the big bucket of ink and the long paintbrush that was half the height of a person, it was indeed bulky.

"There is a young man in charge, it's not a problem."

Jiang Muge withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, I stretched out my hand once today, so we're even."

She clapped her hands, got up and left, taking a scent of honeysuckle with her.

Han Zhenlian stared at her back for a while, then slowly pursed the corners of his mouth.

Seeing her retreating to the side of the corridor, Hongyu couldn't help following her, took her hand and asked quietly: "Miss, why did you bother to talk to him? Although he didn't really hit him, it was just because he wanted to hit you at that time." Jiner, you deserve to hang him out!"

Her round fan knocked on the back of her hand: "Do you still remember why I arranged for you to stay outside the queen's room?"

"Because, because you need someone to see me. That's why Han Zhenlian and Han Momo will find me." Hong Yu shyly withdrew her hand.

"I have a good memory and have made progress," she smiled. "Similarly, it doesn't matter what I did at Han Zhenlian's place."

Red Fish slapped his head: "The key is that you went to his side itself!"

"Yes, it's important that Han Momo and my mother see me going to Han Zhenlian's side." Jiang Muge nodded in agreement, and looked in the direction of Mrs. Liu and Han Momo.

They were looking at her suspiciously, and when they looked at each other, Jiang Muge blinked at them.

Almost provocatively.

Red Fish felt a chill coming from the soles of his shoes and shivered.

I always feel that this group of women wants to play tricks with today's young lady, and I'm afraid that there will be no aprons left to be played with in the end.

After watching a good show for a while, it was finally time for them to play.

The little eunuch flicked his whisk and led the three of them and the two servants outside the banquet hall alone.

From where Jiang Muge was, one could vaguely see Ye Wenkang and Ye Chenyue sitting on both sides of the yellow robes, the corners of their robes fluttering as the night wind blew.

Her heart couldn't help beating violently.

Miss Gui in a yellow dress didn't know what she had experienced in the last scene, she covered her face and ran off the stage after the dance.

She passed by them, and a gust of wind was blown into Jiang Muge's flimsy dance skirt.A trace of coolness penetrated from the skin into the cracks in the bones, and pierced into the brain.

Be sober, she told herself.No matter what happens, in today's battle, only victory is allowed and no defeat is allowed.

Han Momo's guqin had already been brought into the center of the stage, she was the first to go in, followed by Han Zhenlian.The latter was as motionless as a mountain, as if he was used to seeing big scenes.

Han Momo didn't know what was wrong, her hands and feet were shaking when she went in.

Jiang Muge was the last to enter and could see clearly.However, Han Momo played the piano with his hands, and he got started very quickly.

As soon as she entered the arena, the music like gurgling water rang in her ears.

During the dinner, I heard the familiar song "Yangchun" coming from the front.The important ministers and noble ladies all looked at each other with no expression on their brows.

This song requires superb skills, but there are no court musicians who can't master it.There's nothing new about dancing with it.

But suddenly he heard a man shouting, and there was the rustling sound of a paintbrush on the ground.

The emperor raised his head, but saw a white-haired man walking outside the guqin, holding a huge paintbrush and splashing ink.

Every stroke coincides with the sound of the piano:
If the sound of the piano is short, one stroke will be made;
If the sound of the piano is long, it will be dragged along.

The pen is personable, and the pen is thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Surrounding the Guqin and drawing on the circular canvas, the painting is also a circular mountain and river!

It is indeed the handwriting of Han Zhenlian, the great painter of the dynasty!
The gazes of all the courtiers couldn't help but follow the emperor, and the pen and ink with Han Zhenlian fell between the scenery of lakes and mountains, and the spring.

As soon as it is lifted and dropped, the mountains, pine forests, flowing water, and clouds are all vivid.

Accompanied by the jumping "Yangchun" song, the beauty plays, as if the spring is slowly blooming in front of your eyes, it is really pleasing to the eye.

It's just that the harmony of the piano and painting is ingenious, but after looking at it for a while, the eyes begin to get tired.

The black and white paintings, the clever music, and the unhurried two people seem to be in harmony, but they lack the finishing touch and the charm.Such a piece of work was completed slowly, and there is still some regret.

After a while, Ye Zhonghan got up and commented: "In ancient times, there were excellent works painted with ink and painted with dance. Now, if you use qin to paint, it's just new wine in old bottles."

The emperor saw that he was picky, and said leisurely: "The dancer has not yet appeared on stage, and the fourth child is already eager to make judgments?"

"Father, I'm not being careless. Compared with the previous sword dance and palm dance, this performance is not very innovative, but in any case, the current work has been perfected," Ye Zhonghan hurriedly said, "Right now, the appearance of Mr. Zhen Lian is the biggest highlight. If the dancers come again, it must be superfluous."

"You bastard who grew up in the qin workshop of the painting academy, you still pick at the spring banquet!" The emperor couldn't help but scold Ye Zhonghan with a smile.

Ye Wenkang also laughed: "The fourth brother has a particularly high taste, and it can be said that he is a high-ranking and few at this banquet."

Looking around, the high-ranking officials were all in a state of admiring the piano music and paintings, as if they didn't care about the theme of the banquet and whether there were dancers on stage.Even Ye Chenyue sipped from her teacup with her head down, as if she didn't care about what was going to happen next.

Ye Zhonghan saw it and knew that he was not in the majority, so he couldn't help laughing dryly, and sat back awkwardly.

At this moment, a red shadow suddenly jumped out of the painting.

(End of this chapter)