Chapter 65.2
Amongst the guests, Wen Wan was still sitting there naturally but once she saw Hua Zhu Yu performed the sword dance, a stunned expression appeared on her beautiful jade-like face . She had recognized that person as the musician from the restaurant Tuy Tien that day, and as for his qinskills, she had also personally witnessed . However, she didn’t expect that this musician would even know how to perform a sword dance, a dance so graceful and stunning, even if one were to practice their whole life, she feared it was impossible to execute such a dance .
While still in shock, she had recognized a fortunate fact . Luckily, he was an eunuch, only just an eunuch .
Hua Zhu Yu had passed on three begonias but only the flower that Zhang daren received was still safely nestled in his hair . Though still feeling tumultuous inside, he stood up and hastily recited a poem before retrieving the begonia from his hair and passing it on .
The person who received the begonia this time was a general over the age of thirty, with a tall and lean yet muscular physique . He face was tanned as though he had greeted rain and basked in the sun for numerous years . He lifted the begonia as his tiger-like eyes drooped and stammered, “This general does not know how to recite poetry, so shall sing a song!”
His speech showed that he was very intoxicated as he most likely drank too much . Staggering, he stood up and grabbed the bamboo chopsticks from the table and began drumming on the table and singing .
“The bright moon rises above the Heavenly Mountain,
Lost in a vast ocean of clouds .
The long wind, across thousands upon thousands of miles,
Beats past the Jade-gate Pass .
Down the Baiteng Road, marches the army of Han
As the troops of Hu peer across Qinghai Bay .
Those that enter the battlefield
Very few ever live to return .
The soldiers gaze upon the borderland,
With thoughts of home and yearning looks,
Surely tonight, in those towering chambers
Ceaseless are the women’s sighs . ” 1
The rough voice carried a hint of passion, a trace of grief, and a touch of gallantry .
This was a song that every soldier stationed near the border knew how to sing . When idle with no source of entertainment, if they didn’t practice their martial arts then they would sing . Songs such as ‘Gaun Shan Yue” and “Congjun Xing”… . . have been embedded within them, they only needed to open their mouths and they could just sing .
To sing such a song at this time and place was truly not fitting . But he was obviously drunk so no one paid much attention, only a few courtiers pointed their fingers at him and stated, “Liu Mo ah, Liu Mo ah, you’re really drunk . ”
“Those that enter the battlefield, very few ever live to return,” The person called Liu Mo passed on the begonia as he mumbled . His drunken eyes glanced over the lake, towards the pile of ruins across the lake .
That was the courtyard that Hua Zhu Yu’s grandmother and her servants had resided in . Kang Wang had arrived at the residence in a haste this time so he had yet to finish clearing everything out .
Hua Zhu Yu’s heart leapt, though she did not know this person, her intuition told her that this person was acquainted with her father . Perhaps, he had also went to Liangzhou to defend the border .
The night gradually got late and the banquet came to an end . People began to rise to say their farewells .
Hua Zhu Yu and Jixiang helped Huangfu Wu Shuang raise his wine cup for a drink to signal the end of the banquet .
Before leaving, as though coincidently, Hua Zhu Yu gaze swept over towards Ji Feng Li and saw him reclining in his seat, attentively watching the begonias blossoming in the night . Resting on his forehead were a few strands of loose hair that stirred with the wind . His whole being exuded a leisure quality that was hard to describe .
Huangfu Wu Shuang was drunk so Hua Zhu Yu and Jixiang had to combine their strength to raise him up onto the horse carriage . He was so utterly drunk that his beautiful face was flushed bright red . His usually clear black eyes were now hazy because of the wine .
Furthermore, this little devil’s drunken demeanor was not good either, once he was intoxicated he would just start crying, completely different from Xiao Yin . When Xiao Yin was drunk he would just laugh and smile brilliantly .
Thinking of Xiao Yin, Hua Zhu Yu’s heart slightly constricted . That person probably still thought she was his sister . Based on his doting love for his sister, if she suddenly disappeared while on the road to marrying off, don’t know how crazily he will look for her .
“Ha ha ha . So comfortable, so very comfortable . Great wine, great wine!” Huangfu Wu Shuang shouted while lying in the horse carriage . The pungent scent of wine infiltrated the air, making it hard for Hua Zhu Yu to breathe .
“Wan Er, Wan Er, why won’t you spare me even a glance?” Huangfu Wu Shuang suddenly sat up and began punching the carriage seat while crying . The thumping sounds were like the wails of a person’s sorrows .
Hua Zhu Yu did not think that simply attending a mere banquet would render him to this drunken state . He was the crown prince but doesn’t pay attention to the consequences of his actions, if someone were to witness his current drunken state, he truly would’ve lost face . In addition, he keeps on spouting nonsense when drunk, even spilling out all of his grievances .
But, when was Huangfu Wu Shuang ever mindful of his identity?
The carriage continued straight along the road, passing by two intersections and it was only a moment later that they had arrived back at Eastern Palace .
According to schedule, tonight was not Hua Zhu Yu turn to stand guard, therefore she stepped down and returned to her room . Hua Zhu Yu resided in the same room as Jixiang and since tonight was Jixiang’s shift, there was no one else in the room, leaving it quite silent and calm .
Hua Zhu Yu sat on the bed for a while before she slowly got up and left the room . She twisted her body and leapt onto the roof .
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