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Chapter 601 Amazing
Jiang Yuebai raised his head to look at the moon shining through the green bamboos, pulled out the jade hairpin on his head, and slowly chanted:
"With a crown and a broad sleeve, Chu Palace makeup, I am walking alone in the courtyard enjoying the cool night. I am banging the jade hairpin on the bamboo, and I am singing a clear song with the moon like frost. I will try to beat it with the jade hairpin and see if I can beat it into a tune."

Li Beichen didn't expect Jiang Yuebai to instantly recite such a poem that was suitable for the occasion and niche. He said with a smile, "This poem is very close to my heart. If you want something, just mention it."

Jiang Yuebai remembered the essence of Teacher Xi Shi's class.

Teacher Xi Shi said that when you are pure, you are pure to the extreme, and when you are lustful, you are eager to the extreme. Don't miss any opportunity to capture the emperor's thoughts.

He touched the bamboo at hand, knocked it with the jade hairpin, and looked around.

"Your Majesty, do you think this jade hairpin can be played on bamboo? I am very curious."

Li Beichen asked with a question mark face, is this what you asked for? This is too, too simple.

"Are you sure this is what you're asking for?"

"Is that okay?" Jiang Yuebai looked innocent and looking forward to it.

Hehe, let the emperor play a special performance for him, how powerful is this?

"Of course." Li Beichen took the jade hairpin and crossed it across a row of bamboos, making different high and low sounds.

This feeling is a bit like pan flute. Bamboos of different thicknesses and heights produce sounds of different scales and timbres.

Li Beichen suddenly jumped up and walked through the bamboo forest. The jade hairpin scratched, knocked or touched different bamboos, making high and low sounds, crisp or rich. It actually turned into a beautiful piece of music.

Jiang Yuebai stared dumbfounded at the scene of Qinggong performed in the bamboo forest that only appeared in the movie.

I can only say that it is breathtaking.

When Li Beichen fell from the sky and landed on the ground in white clothes, he looked like an immortal.

Li Beichen has been observing Jiang Yuebai on the ground through the bright moonlight from high in the sky. Her expression of adoration and shock pleased him immensely.

But I still want to hear her own praise, "How is it?"

Jiang Yuebai swallowed and didn't speak for a long time.

"what happened?"

Jiang Yuebai then spoke with difficulty, "I can't find the right words to describe the shock in my heart. I didn't expect that the emperor could really play music with a burst of hairpins and recreate the beautiful scenery in the poem. I just want to say, Your Majesty, you are really It’s awesome. Uh, it means super awesome.”

It’s true that I’m shocked, and it’s also true that I can’t find the right words to flatter the leader.

But more importantly, natural and incoherent speech that matches the tone, demeanor, and movement is the best way to express a state of extreme shock and admiration.

Moreover, asking the emperor to perform for his concubine is really unethical and contrary to ethics. At this time, it is more appropriate to pretend to be ignorant and naive. Lest the emperor think about it later and suspect that he was tricked.

Li Beichen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, feeling quite proud of himself.

The moonlight is bright, the bamboo forest is refreshing, and in the haze, against such a romantic environment, Jiang Yue's fair complexion and her lychee eyes look particularly bright, making people happy.

It turns out that if you are deeply in love, you will really spend a lot of money and do things that go against common sense for the smile of a beautiful woman.

It reminded him of a poem written by Sima Guang.

"The bun is loosely tied and made up of light lead. The green smoke is light and the mist is light, and the flying catkins are unsteady."

I feel happy in my heart.

He bent down and inserted the jade hairpin diagonally into Jiang Yuebai's bun, and looked at it carefully, "It would look better if there was a crystal pendant."

Jiang Yuebai smiled lightly, "I will ask them to get a crystal pendant when I get back. I am particularly happy to be able to admire the moon with the emperor today. I feel that the moon is the most beautiful I have seen in so many years."

After saying that, he lowered his eyes, picked a leaf from the bamboo, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it.

A familiar fragrance penetrated into my heart. It was Han Ziqian's unique refreshing breath.

Jiang Yuebai couldn't help but silently recite the second half of Sima Guang's poem recited by the emperor just now: "Seeing each other is like not seeing each other, being passionate is not like being ruthless. After the music and songs are over, people are still in the deep courtyard when they wake up from the wine."

Mr. Han, how are you doing there?

Li Beichen didn't notice the change in Jiang Yuebai's mood. He tucked her hair behind her ears. After looking at her carefully for a while, he placed a kiss on her smooth forehead.

I'm afraid it will be seven or ten days before I see her again. This way you won't arouse other people's attention.

Li Beichen pushed Jiang Yuebai around the yard again, past the open space where they had set up a barbecue, and past the pool where Li Beichen held her in his arms and washed her hands...

After walking around and walking back, Li Beichen looked at the bright moon and suddenly said, "From now on, on the sixteenth day of every month, I will come to watch the moon with you. But in the future, you are not allowed to be angry when I am not by your side."

Li Beichen originally thought that Jiang Yuebai would say that he was not allowed to go back on his word this time, but he heard Jiang Yuebai's joyful voice: "Okay. Then we will meet at the age of sixteen."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled, both a little shy.

Jiang Yuebai's bright smile made Li Beichen feel relieved, and his mood became extremely happy.

He likes this kind of tacit understanding. His purpose in doing this was really to hope that he could give Jiang Yuebai hope and hope when he was no longer around.

What Jiang Yuebai was thinking was that the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month belonged to the queen. If you can really fix sixteen for yourself in the future, you will be one step closer to the lower position, which will be gratifying.

Li Beichen ate some simple side dishes at Jiang Yuebai's place, drank some mung bean and coix seed porridge, and then went back to Qinzheng Hall to approve the dumplings.

I was in an unusually happy mood and completely forgot about time. By the time I put down the brush in my hand, it was already late at night, so I didn't turn over the signs and fell asleep alone.

Many people in the palace wore elaborate makeup and held lamps until late at night, just for that slim hope. Unexpectedly, by the time of the first watch, I was so sleepy that I almost fell asleep on the table without waiting for any news. I waited in vain and let the candle shed tears all night long.

Concubine Shun of Jingyang Palace sat at the table, looking out the window at the shade of the trees, feeling lonely.

Grape and Pomegranate, who were waiting beside her, tried to persuade her to rest, but they refused to listen. Putao took a piece of clothing and put it on Concubine Shun. "It's still a little cold after the night. My Majesty has just recovered, so I'd better rest early. I'll let the doctor take a look at it tomorrow so I can put the sign back up."

Concubine Shun agreed calmly and fell asleep with Grape waiting on her. In the darkness, sadness and pain engulfed her, and her pillow was wet with tears.

Meng Zhaoyi was wearing a thin shirt, lighting a row of candles, and copying the Heart Sutra. When he heard the news that Li Beichen went to Ning'an Palace to visit Jiang Yuebai and had dinner at Ning'an Palace in the evening, he just said "hmm" lightly.

In so many days, I only visited Concubine Jianing once, which was not that rare.

Chanjuan: "The poems and songs of the empress are no worse than that of Concubine Jianing. It's just that she has never shown off to the emperor like her. It is said that the emperor likes talented women, not as much as the empress."

Meng Zhaoyi stopped holding the brush and interrupted Chanjuan: "I will not do what others have done. Besides, it is not something I am particularly good at. If I do it forcefully, I will only imitate others and fall behind."

She admired the scriptures she had copied for a while and said calmly: "I have only been in the palace for a few days, so don't be in a hurry. Let's find out the details first. If I want to do something, I must do it that no one else has done, and let the emperor remember it once. Stay with me."

On the Mongolian grasslands.

Han Ziqian, who was escorting Halima to preach the Dharma, was standing outside the tent, looking at the sky.

The bright look of the moon reminded him of Jiang Yuebai, who looked like a fairy and was dressed in white. An emotion called longing spread in my heart, and those memories that I had deliberately suppressed suddenly came into my mind.

Cheeks burned.

What I was thinking silently in my heart happened to be: "Seeing each other is as if we have not seen each other, and being passionate is not as ruthless. When we wake up from the wine after the singing and singing, the moon is setting in the deep courtyard and everyone is quiet."

So in line with the mood at this time.

"Master Han is looking at the moon and missing his old friend?" Harry's deep voice suddenly came from behind.

In these days of contact, although Han Ziqian was silent most of the time, and even when he spoke, he was very concise and without unnecessary nonsense, Halima liked Han Ziqian very much. After understanding his experience, he favored him even more. Instead of calling him Eunuch Han, he respectfully called him "Shaofu Han".

Halima's status was high, and since he was called so, and he was not in the court, naturally no one dared to object or correct him.

Han Ziqian clasped his hands respectfully to Halima and did not answer.

Halima returned the Buddha's salute and looked up at the night sky with Han Ziqian.

"The Buddha said that in the three realms, people come and go alone. But some people are warm and beautiful, which makes us stay away from loneliness, want to be close, want to rely on, and produce an emotion called love. However, love essentially comes from Loneliness is an illusion of the heart, so there will be a possessiveness. When you no longer feel lonely, you will no longer be bound by love, and your heart will be free."

Han Ziqian was shocked. He looked up at the sky without saying a word for a long time, and then he sighed sincerely, "The moonlight is so beautiful."

Turning to look at Halima, "Thank you Master for the enlightenment. The moonlight is so beautiful, but we have never had the moonlight, and we cannot retain the moonlight. This moonlight will not change because of my admiration. But because of my admiration, I Being happy with the moonlight is enough for me.”

Halima smiled slightly. It was rare that Mr. Han was not stingy with his words today. He was so good at talking. He must have touched something in his heart, so he followed Han Ziqian's words.

"What if in a few days the moon is not as round as it is today?"

Han Ziqian also smiled and said, "Then I like her round look."

Harry smiled: "What if it rains and you can't see the moon?"

Han Ziqian answered seriously: "Then we will wait for the weather to clear up."

"So the old friend you miss is like the moon, distant and bright, clear and noble."

Han Ziqian shook his head and said, "Looking up at the bright moon and looking down at my hometown. How can you expect that I miss people rather than my hometown? Is this a kind of appearance?"

Halima clasped her hands together and looked at Han Ziqian seriously, "Young master Han really has deep roots in Buddhism. He has already become free and easy without being bound by external objects and without love and desire. This is really a great state. He is close to liberation, and perhaps he is only one step away from the final enlightenment. ”

Han Ziqian: "Thank you for the Master's praise. But I don't want to seek liberation. Perhaps having cares and attachments is the meaning of everyone's existence in the world. If there is nothing in the heart, what is the difference between it and the ants in the trees?"

Halima lowered her eyes and smiled, as if she had realized something: "You are right, I am obsessed with it."

He put his hands together, turned around and bowed solemnly to the moon three times.

After Han Ziqian stared at Harry for a moment, he suddenly seemed to realize something, and his face turned red.

Halima looked at the moon with a smile and sighed sincerely, "Master Han, as you said, the moonlight is so beautiful."

This time, the person who had some enlightenment was Han Ziqian.