back to ancient times to be emperor

Chapter 897
"This... is the palace?"

Dressed in white clothes, she timidly followed behind a servant, holding Yaoqin in her arms, staring blankly at the white walls and black tiles, with an indescribable dignity and majesty.

Different from the resplendent and magnificent buildings of other races, the Dashun Imperial Palace is restrained, making people look at it without a hint of resistance.That majesty seems to have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Miss Linglong, this way please!"

This little servant didn't dare to look at Yu Linglong directly.Eunuchs used to be men, and they would fall in love with beautiful women.

Yu Linglong is not young anymore, but that peerless and elegant temperament will only accumulate more with the passage of time.She is dressed in white, her skin is like snow, and the breeze blows by, giving people a feeling of being in a fairyland.A head of black hair was draped over her shoulders, her thin face looked soft, with a little makeup applied on her face.On the head is a jasper exquisite hairpin, decorated with thin silver thread beaded tassels.Use a white brocade belt to bind the slender waist that cannot be grasped, and tie the black hair into a wishful bun. Although it is simple, it looks fresh and elegant.

This dusty temperament made people ignore her age, and only felt that she was more extraordinary.

The servant probably had never seen such a woman before, so he didn't dare to look directly at her.

In the words of literati, it means "you can only watch from a distance, but not play with it".

"Miss Linglong, Your Majesty has gone to the court, you just wait in the Jiying Hall, and when His Majesty retires from the court, I will receive you..." The servant laughed.

"Thank you..." Yu Linglong spat out a few words from her mouth, which made the waiter feel so ecstatic that he almost didn't know where he was.After offering tea and chairs, he didn't dare to stay here anymore, and fled out of Jiying Hall in a panic.

Yu Linglong fiddled with her dress and put down the Yaoqin before she sat down gracefully. After tasting the tea, she felt saliva in her mouth, and said to herself, "It's tribute tea after all, it's much better than the ones in teahouses... ..."

After drinking tea and sitting for a while, feeling a little bored, she began to look at the decorations on the Jiying Hall.

"Jiyingdian, is it to gather all the talents from all over the world? This is quite a big heart..."

The tone of these words seemed to be a little angry.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the hall saying: "I, Dashun, is a big country in the Central Plains, how can I not be big-hearted?"

Yu Linglong was startled, she got up quickly, and bestowed a blessing: "Ministers see Your Majesty..."

Looking up, he was a great man.I saw him wearing black dragon gown, snow powder on his face, short beard on his face, and a majestic look, looking at Yu Linglong calmly, not like those scholars who looked at Yu Linglong desperately restrained, but still couldn't help it lustful gaze.

"This...is the emperor?"

While Yu Linglong was thinking, a faint voice came from next to her ear, saying, "Pingshen! Give me a seat!"

Yu Linglong gave another blessing before she dared to sit down.I saw that the Emperor Dashun did not sit down, but took out something like a memorial from his sleeve, put it in front of her, and said: "I heard that Yu Linglong is an expert in playing the piano, and is also a master in composing music. I There is a word here, if you want to teach the people to sing it, everyone, Lao Yulinglong, took the trouble to compose it."

After hearing this, Yu Linglong felt at ease.Before she entered the palace, she was still anxious, thinking that the emperor had taken a fancy to her beauty, so he used his power to pass her into the palace.Worrying about gains and losses, she didn't sleep all night.After hearing this, she was a little disappointed.

Opening the memorial, looking carefully, he said pleasantly, "Is this a poem written by Su Zizhan, the great talent of Su?"

Lu Chengqi nodded and said, "Not bad."

"But... this poem..."

Yu Linglong hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong with this poem?" Lu Chengqi asked lightly.

Yu Linglong said cautiously: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, and allow the daughters of the people to speak out boldly."

"But it's okay to say!" Lu Chengqi is not a stingy person either.

With Lu Chengqi's permission, Yu Linglong talked eloquently: "Although this poem is heroic and has the usual style of a great talent from Su, it lacks a little literary talent, just like... just like..."

"Like a lower Liba person?" Lu Chengqi answered with a blank expression.

Yu Linglong nodded, not daring to say any more.

Lu Chengqi waved the dragon, sat down on the dragon chair, and said lightly: "In my eyes, there is no such thing as spring and white snow, and there are no lower Liba people. The vulgar is the elegant. My original intention is to let the people sing, and the lower Liba people will sing again and again." It couldn't be more appropriate."

Yu Linglong froze for a moment, she seemed to understand a little bit. "Your Majesty, women should do their best. It's just that this Yaoqin can't be played with heroism. I wonder if Your Majesty has a Zhengqin?"

Lu Chengqi also knew that although Yaoqin was loved by elegant people, its expressive power was not wide, and it couldn't play with a murderous spirit.But the zither is different. The zither has a wide range of sounds and strong and powerful tones. Unlike the gentle and melodious Yaoqin, it is most suitable.Immediately, Lu Chengqi asked his servant Xianshao to bring a zither to Yu Linglong to play.

Guqin has only five tones and twelve rhythms. The five tones are "Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu", and the twelve rhythms are "Huangzhong, Taicui, Guxi, Ruibin, Yize, Wushe, Dalu, and Jia". Zhong, Zhonglu, Linzhong, Nanlu, and Yingzhong", in addition to the five tones, there are also two inflections, Biangong and Bianzheng.

Naturally, Lu Chengqi didn't understand the mysteries inside, but after listening to Yu Linglong's playing, it was a bit pleasing to the eye.

In fact, this poem is not long, and neither is the melody.After thinking for a while, Yu Linglong took scores from "General's Order", "Bull Fighting Tiger", "Tiger Roaring Dragon", and "Han Xin's Order of Soldiers", and then combined them to form a new song.

When Lu Chengqi listened to it for the last time, he just felt that it was so natural, as if this song should be like this in the first place.Such a melody makes one's blood boil with enthusiasm, and one can't wait to put on a tough fight, fight on the battlefield, and defend the country.

"Okay, as expected of Yu Linglong!"

After the lingering sound fell, Lu Chengqi clapped his hands and said.

Yu Linglong also felt the blood surging, calmed her heart, and said with a little reluctance in her heart: "Why does this song have to be accompanied by such words?"

This thought just passed by in a flash, Yu Linglong quickly restrained her mind, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and recorded the tune.

After Lu Chengqi saw that she had finished writing, he asked the envoy Xianshao, who had been waiting outside the hall for a long time, to come in and copy it a dozen times before he felt at ease.

"Your Majesty, I don't know what else to order?"

Yu Linglong picked up Yaoqin, as if there was a scourge in the palace, she wanted to leave in a hurry.

Lu Chengqi said jokingly: "Why, Miss Linglong, is she in a hurry to go back? Could it be that the palace is not good, or you don't like the palace?"

A little blush appeared on Yu Linglong's face: "Reporting to Your Majesty, women dare not. It's just that Your Majesty has so many things to do every day, how can you waste time on Linglong, a commoner girl?"

(End of this chapter)