The Chang'an Palace City is mainly composed of three architectural communities, Tai Chi Palace, Daming Palace and Xingqing Palace. It is located in the Daming Palace and is dedicated to tribute and tribute meetings in foreign countries. At that time, there was no doubt that it was not only the Tang Dynasty, but also the most extensive and most gorgeously arranged place in the world. As a palace that demonstrates the majesty of the Tang Dynasty, the Linde Palace has always been opened easily, and it can be used at most three or two times a year. This is why it is increasingly showing its dignity and solemnity.

However, today, on this day of the foreign country's tribute, in this hall that represents the world of the Tang Dynasty, there is a plain-faced farmer dressed up in the sky, and she lowered her head and was spinning on the spinning wheel. In her eyes, there was neither the emperor or imperial concubine sitting, nor so many foreign country envoys around her. All her spirit was concentrated on the spinning wheel in her hand, and her face, which was not stained with any makeup, was filled with a faint joy. Her sitting posture was leisurely and calm. From her movements, the spinning wheel in her hand, and then to her facial expressions, they were all like the millions of the most ordinary farmer women in the world. All of this combined with the tent painted with pastoral scenery behind it, it constructed a kind of calmest beauty of mountain and pastoral life in the most luxurious Linde Hall in the world.

After experiencing the long and gorgeous singing and dancing in front of them, for the staff in the hall and banquet, the piano music and the music of the woman's singing, as well as the tents that express the pastoral style in front of you, the woman in a cloth dress and the hairpin skirt, and the spinning wheel that always squeaked with a squeaking sound, were like a stream suddenly surging from the ground, with a strange coolness.

The flute that turned into the background was still singing with clear sounds, and the sounds of cattle, horse, chicken and sheep could be heard faintly. The chirping sounds of spinning wheels were right in my ears. All this is really a mountain and rural landscape. However, such a quiet and leisurely style was dispersed by the sudden sound of golden drums in the distance.

Everything in front of me did not change at all, and even the lines on the spinning wheel were pulled out as before, but the sound of the golden drum was getting closer and closer. At the beginning, it was still faintly vaguely, slowly getting closer and closer, and it became more and more urgent, and there was even more noise in the middle. Although I had never seen a knife or a gun, the atmosphere on the battlefield was already coming.

Although the farm woman's hand spinning had not stopped yet, her rhythm was significantly slower. The yarn that suddenly broke due to uneven force completely exposed the tension in her heart.

The screams of chickens, horses, cattle and sheep gradually subsided, and what was accompanied by these sounds was a sudden sound of officials reciting edicts behind the scenes: "In the heavens, the emperor issued an edict. Recently, enemy soldiers attacked in the Western Frontier. All prefectures and counties in the world quickly prosecuted the army, and reorganized the army to advance north to defend the country. I admire this!"

As soon as this "Emperor's Decree" was released, not only did the spinning woman's hands suddenly tighten and the cotton threads broke. Even the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly suffocated. Not to mention the envoys of the foreign countries were stunned, even His Majesty Xuanzong was also lost for a moment.

I watched singing and dancing almost every day, but I had never seen the performance of the zither and flute in front of me, and I had never seen it. In the end, even the spinning wheel was brought up, and the woman was spinning threads in Linde Hall. That was fine. At this time, even the "edict" was brought out! "edict"! This is the most direct symbol of imperial power. It is the most direct manifestation of the emperor's majesty. Now that it has appeared in this way, it is impossible to be surprised.

"I have seen some tricks now. Tang Qing dares to come to the common saying of [Mulan Ci]. It is just that others say that he uses his mouth, but he uses singing, dancing and miscellaneous operas to talk about it. Speaking of which, this is really unprecedented. He saw the military post last night, and Khan pointed his troops at these two sentences!" Yang Fei, who was interested in watching, was stunned when she heard the edict. She was smart and reacted for a moment and said to Xuanzong with a smile.

The potential meaning of Yang Fei's words is that since it can be written in the poem, it is naturally not an exaggeration to use Tang Li in this way. How could a hero of Xuanzong not be able to hear the meaning of it? In addition, he was really interested in the unprecedented [Mulan Ci] in front of him. So he was stunned and said with a smile: "What a Tang Li, he is really thoughtful and can actually come up with such a hodgepodge. However, his [Mulan Ci] is more interesting than simply listening to singing and watching dance!" At this point, after a slight pause, Xuanzong continued again: "But he is really brave and dares to "prune the edict privately". When he said this, he also found it funny. When he looked at Yang Fei, the two of them couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing that the emperor and the imperial concubine were like this, the envoys in the hall breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned their heads to look into the hall.

"The edict" just after reading the edict, the thread on the spinning wheel was still broken, and two men walked out of the curtain. The two men came out of the left curtain, walked straight to the woman's spinning wheel and then left a document and disappeared from the curtain.

"It seems that it looks really similar!" Seeing the two men appearing, Xuanzong happily said to Concubine Yang: "It's just that these two people have been waiting for a long time and show their faces. Are you feeling a little wronged?"

Seeing that Xuanzong actually thought of such a strange question, Concubine Yang also covered her mouth and laughed. At this time, they were not as boring as they were when watching other songs and dances just now.

She held up the paper document tremblingly. The spinning woman was silent for a long time before she started to reorganize the loom again. However, her movements were no longer as leisurely as she started. The sound of gongs and drums in the distance was clearly heard. Amid a distant and sad sound of husbands, the woman who was stroking the loom with her hands spoke and sang:

Jiji and Jiji, Mulan is weaving in the same house. She does not hear the sound of the loom, but only hears the sigh of the girl. Ask the girl what she thinks? What she remembers? The girl has nothing to think about, and the girl has nothing to remember. Last night, I saw a military post, and the Khan ordered a large army. There are twelve volumes of military books, and the master's name is in the volume.

It was not until these few lyrics were released that the topic was formally pointed out. It was only when the calmness of the pastoral life repeatedly exaggerated before that the woman's sadness when she received the military post was revealed.

The sound of gongs and drums became louder and louder, and even the fighting sound of the two armies had faintly heard. Just as the people in the hall felt the atmosphere of killing came to their faces, Mulan, who was spinning, suddenly pushed the loom, moved her figure forward a few steps and began to dance and sing:

Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no elder brother. She is willing to be a horse in the city and will be recruited for her from now on.

The woman's eyes were full of reluctance to let go of affection. Her body was dancing rapidly, although her every move was in harmony with the sound of the huka and the golden drum, none of the people in the palace could tell which of the woman's dance was soft or healthy. It was just because her dance was both strong and strong when she was determined to join the army for her father, and the gentleness when she was infinitely attached to her home.

At this time, Guan Guan's dance had already separated from the division between soft dance and healthy dance. All movements were only used to express her passionate and contradictory mood in her heart. The vigorous dance posture was full of heroism and determination to fight for the country and never return, while the gentle lingering was the attachment to home and relatives. The most outstanding thing was her eyes and facial expressions. In conjunction with the anxious or soft dance posture, her eyes and expression fully interpreted the contradictions in Mulan's heart at this time.

It was this dance that made Tang Li, who was watching from the palace, completely relieved and Guan Guan was good at dancing. At this time, she had already integrated her mind into this dance as she had explained in advance, and the effect was even better than what Tang Li had expected in advance.

"Wipe the sweat, Lao Liu, you should rest assured now!" After watching the dance just now, Tang Li smiled and patted a musician next to him on the shoulder and teased.

When rehearsing [Mulan Ci] on that day, there was a huge problem with the dance, because the existing dance in the [Ten Music] has long been finalized and is really not suitable for the use of [Mulan Ci].

After repeated thinking, I couldn't find a solution. Tang Li simply gathered the elderly musicians who were specializing in training dance music in the Palace Jiaofang and re-choreographed with Guan Guan. He also directly stated that these dances had no restrictions on the strength and softness, and only wanted to better express the story of [Mulan Ci].

These old musicians who teach maki now have all entered the palace tutoring and invaded dance characters all their lives. However, their previous careers in maki were fixed within the barriers of the [Ten Music]. At this time, they were shocked when they heard what Tang Li said, especially Lao Liu, who was designated as the leader, almost cried when facing Shangguan's incredible request.

The new dance that was choreographed for the first time, each movement can be found in [Ten Music]. When Tang Li got this dance picture that everyone had planned for ten days, he only glanced at it for a few seconds and then teared it to pieces. Then he left seven words: "Don't behaved, let go!"

"Let go~" "Let go!" Then these three words became Lao Liu's nightmare. Every time he heard these three words, it means that the dance picture he drew was ruthlessly torn to pieces by Lord Tai Lecheng.

[Mulan Ci] has already been inscribed with a backward thought, and finally, Lao Liu, who was forced to almost hang himself, summoned the musicians and completely threw away the [Ten Music]. Everyone was blushing and faced a piece of silk paper, with [Mulan Ci] in their minds. They drew whatever movements they had in their hearts.

This time, Lao Liu finally didn't hear the three damn words again. This dance picture was exchanged for Lord Tai Lecheng's smile when he nodded. Then he changed all the modifications and polishes of the manuscript, and then he had the current dance posture of Guan Guan's radiance.

At this time, Guan Guan in Linde Hall completely sank into Mulan's state of mind. When she raised her head and moved her arms, her eyes were flowing. Every move was born for Mulan's filial piety and determination. Every move was danced for Mulan's reluctance and heartbreak. Guan Guan, who was originally known for dancing, turned herself into a dance elf with this unprecedented dance form. At this moment, she was Mulan.

"This is the dance I made, this is the dance I made! "Old Liu turned a deaf ear to Lord Tailecheng's teasing. He stared at Guanguan in the hall with intoxication and obsession in his eyes. After a long time, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Tang Li's arm and said in a trembling voice: "This is the dance I made?" As soon as the voice was finished, two turbid tears had quietly slipped from his eyes.

"Old Liu, don't be surprised..." As soon as he said this, Tang Li turned his head and saw the tears on Old Liu's cheeks. Such tears, coupled with his already gray temples, were particularly eye-catching at such moments. He sighed slightly, and Tang Li, who had stopped smiling, met Old Liu's gaze, and said firmly: "Yes, this is the dance you made up."

In this sentence, Lao Liu was as soft as if he was being sucked by someone. Then, the strong and self-depressing sobs came in a low but clear way.

In the hall, Concubine Yang could not stand still and stood up, her eyes were even more terrifying. She, who was good at dancing and was obsessed with dancing, felt the shock brought by Guan Guan's dance extremely strongly. Perhaps the dance steps between her turn were not calm enough, or perhaps the height of her arms raised was not in line with the standards of [Ten Music], but her dance posture that broke through all restrictions and pointed directly at the heart still made Concubine Yang, who was also good at dancing, clearly felt that powerful infectiousness. Seeing this scene, she seemed to be in her dream every time she danced - don't be restrained, regardless of everything, dance freely and willfully.

In the hall, dozens of people had already stood up like Concubine Yang, looking at Guan Guan's dance that was pouring all his soul without blinking.

After the main hall, Tang Li was also feeling moved when he saw this scene. He did not expect that the first song "Modern Dance" born in the Tang Dynasty, which was born in the Tang Dynasty, could have such a shock and such an effect. He should thank the rigidity after the stereotype of the [Ten Music], and then, he should thank the characters of the prosperous Tang Dynasty who were more impressed by the mind of accepting new things.

The sound of Hu Ba, Guan Guan's heart-wrenching dance gradually stopped, and with her dancing steps, thirty men with poles moved in unison, and the noise of the tent closed was the noisy sound of the bull and horse market. It was in this background sound that the woman's singing came slowly:

Buy horses in the east, buy saddles in the south, buy bridles in the south, buy long whips in the north. I left my grandmother and stayed by the Yellow River at night. I didn’t hear my grandmother calling a girl, but I heard the waters in the Yellow River. I left my yellow river and stayed on the black mountain at night. I didn’t hear my grandmother calling a girl, but I heard the sound of the Huqiu in the Yanshan Mountain.

The tent unfolded again, and the original pastoral style had turned into black mountains and turbulent rivers. At the junction of this mountain and river, a team of armored men walked forward firmly with neat steps.

As the tent opened, amid the rustling sound, one hundred and eight dancers in leather armor suddenly rushed into the hall, and the group of dancers guarded a soldier with a full body of armor but a peach blossom face.

The sergeant's forward pace was so firm, but the frequent looking back contained the deep affection of the sea. This affection was so deep that even the singing of "his" was stained with a lot of attachment:

The beacon city is a hundred feet tall building, sitting alone at dusk, the sea breeze is autumn, and the moon is blowing on the Qiang Diguan Mountain, without the sorrow of the golden boudoir for thousands of miles.

The soldiers firmly moved towards the battlefield, and the time left for them to miss home is always so short. The singing of homesickness has not yet disappeared, and the war drums in the distance have been beaten rapidly.

The sound of the war drums this time is no longer the vague hearing like before, but it explodes in my ears so quickly. The sound of the war drums is like fighting in my ears every interval.

The footsteps of the soldiers became more and more rapid. After staring at their hometown with a last last glance, the soldiers turned around suddenly. With a "kneel" sound, the sound of the dragon spring sounded around their waists. The "he" turned his head again, and the wandering eyes were full of determination to look at death.

"The long clouds in Qinghai are dark in the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar. The yellow sand is wearing golden armor for hundreds of battles, and will never return until Loulan is destroyed."

What rose with the song was the extremely strong dance of the soldiers. The dragon spring in their hands spread out, and its momentum was "like Yi shooting nine sunsets, and as sharp as the emperors flying dragons. This time, "she" danced was the most powerful [sword dance] among the healthy dances!


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