Chapter 1153

Every Year Changes

"Drunken Spring Pavilion!"

Zhuo Wen muttered the three words on the signboard in a low voice, but the corners of his mouth curled into a smile. When he had first entered the Imperial City, he had stayed in the Drunken Spring Pavilion.

Zhuowen could still vividly remember the people he met in the Drunken Spring Pavilion. Mother Xu, Lu-er, Moyan Wushang, and Mu Chenxue. At that time, Mu Chenxue had changed her name to Mu Xue.

"I wonder how she is doing in the Inner Academy?" Zhuowen's gaze gradually became blurred as he softly muttered with a smile.

"Young master, why don't you enter the Drunken Spring Pavilion to play?"

Suddenly, at the entrance of the Drunken Spring Pavilion, a gorgeously dressed lady walked in front of Zhuowen and grabbed his right hand, intending to pull him into the Drunken Spring Pavilion.

Zhuowen's eyes narrowed slightly. With a wave of his right hand, a wave of energy gushed out. The lady was instantly forced to take a few steps back as she looked at Zhuowen with a frightened gaze.

"Alright!

I'll go in and play. "

Zhuowen nodded, brushed past the lady, and entered the Drunken Spring Pavilion. The attire inside the Drunken Spring Pavilion had not changed much compared to two years ago. Everything was the same as before. However, the beautiful lady who guarded the entrance was no longer there, and the shy Lu-er was also no longer there. All that entered Zhuowen's eyes were strangers.

"Miss Miao is performing today. Let's go take a look!"

"Really?

Since it's Miss Miao, we have to go take a look. However, I heard that the Third Prince of the Imperial City, Huangfu Wuque, is also here. "

"Yes!

Prince Wuque came especially for Miss Miao. It's said that he plans to bring Miss Miao into the harem in front of everyone today. "

"Then Miss Miao is going to suffer. Prince Wuque is famous for being fickle. Once she's brought into the harem, I'm afraid that she will soon be neglected."

The conversation between the two attracted Zhuowen's attention. His eyes flashing, Zhuowen followed the flow of people towards the Wind Flower District.

Zhuowen had heard of this Huangfu Wuque before. Amongst the many Princes of the Imperial Family, his talent was only below that of Huangfu Wuji and Huangfu Wudao. However, Huangfu Wuque was still young and his cultivation wasn't high, thus he hadn't been able to participate in the Blue Emperor Proclamation.

In the center of the Wind Flower Region, there was still a stage that took up a lot of space. Around the stage, there were many pavilions and pavilions. These pavilions were already filled with people. Those who could sit in the pavilions were basically the high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the Qing Xuan Empire.

However, among these pavilions, there was a tallest building. At the edge of the building, there were soldiers in armor surrounding the building. Their cold gazes were fixed on the surroundings.

Within the building, a nineteen-year-old youth sat on a chair that was decorated with jewels. In front of him, there was a golden table with various vegetables and fruits on it. Beside the youth stood two elders in long robes. The auras of these two elders weren't weak and their eyes were filled with a frightening glow.

Zhuo Wen saw that quite a number of people in the surroundings had gathered their gazes on the young man. At the same time, they were also emitting traces of whispers. He knew that the young man sitting on the jeweled chair should be Huangfu Wuque.

Huangfu Wuque's cultivation level was not very high. He was roughly at the Mystique Venerable Realm. However, the two elders behind Huangfu Wuque had pretty good cultivation levels. They were both at the Golden Venerable Realm.

"Back then, the Qing Emperor announced to the public that there were only five Heavenly Supremes in the imperial family. In reality, other than Ziyang and the other four, there should be other Heavenly Supremes. It's just that they haven't revealed themselves yet."

Zhuowen muttered to himself. He had heard many things about the Qing Emperor's imperial family from Ziyang. He knew that the Qing Emperor wasn't simple. Hence, when he returned to the Qing Xuan Empire this time, Zhuowen was extremely cautious.

After waiting for a while, the large curtain at the back of the central stage was suddenly pulled open slowly. Soon after, numerous graceful female dancers began to dance gracefully on the stage, just like butterflies dancing freely in a cluster of flowers.

There were about thirty dancers lined up at the edge of the stage. Their graceful dance and melodious music filled the eyes and ears of the surrounding people at this moment.

Suddenly, the sound of the zither stopped. After ten breaths of time, the resounding sound of the zither suddenly rang out. Then, a figure that was like a dazzling butterfly among ten thousand flowers floated out from behind the curtain and landed in the center of the stage.

"Lady Miao is on stage!

Ever since Lady Moyan Wushang mysteriously disappeared from the Drunken Spring Pavilion, only Lady Miao's dance can be compared to Lady Wushang. "

The moment this stunning figure appeared in the center of the stage, the surrounding crowd burst into an uproar. Many people revealed a trace of infatuation in their eyes.

Even Huangfu Wuque's eyes flickered with excitement when he saw this figure appear. It was as if he had seen a peerless treasure.

When Zhuowen's gaze also landed on this lady, he couldn't help but reveal a trace of astonishment.

This lady was wrapped in a light green luxurious dress with a white gauze on the outside, revealing the beautiful lines of her neck and clearly visible collarbones. The creases of her dress were like snow. Moonlight flowed gently on the ground. It was more than three feet long, causing her gait to be even more graceful and beautiful.

Her long black hair was tied up with a hair band and a butterfly hairpin. A strand of black hair hung in front of her chest. She had a thin layer of makeup, which only added color. The faintly discernible redness on her cheeks created a kind of delicate and cute pure skin that was like a flower petal. Her entire person was like a butterfly fluttering in the wind, and also like a clear and transparent ice.

This lady's temperament was like ethereal flowing water, giving people a spacious and comfortable feeling. Even Zhuowen's gaze almost sank into her at first glance.

However, when Zhuowen's gaze moved up and landed on this lady's exquisite face, a trace of astonishment appeared in his eyes.

"It's … Lu 'er?"

Zhuowen muttered in a low voice. This lady was seventeen or eighteen years old. Although more than two years had passed, Zhuowen still recognized this lady as the somewhat immature Miao Lu from back then.

Back then, when Zhuowen had just entered the Drunken Spring Pavilion, it was Lu 'er who had led him to the Xue Yue area's lodgings. At that time, Lu' er was only about fifteen years old, and was still an ignorant girl. Now that two years had passed, she had actually become so slender and elegant.

The current Miao Lu, even Zhuowen felt a trace of amazement. It seemed that the saying "a girl changes eighteen times between childhood and womanhood" wasn't just for show.

Miao Lu's figure was so soft that it was as if there were no bones. When she slightly danced, it gave people a kind of gentle beauty. The audience couldn't help but be immersed in Miao Lu's graceful dance. Accompanied by the melodious sound of the zither, the audience entered a strange state.

Zhuowen quietly stood in the crowd, admiring Miao Lu's dance. Experiencing the state of the dance, he couldn't help but feel a trace of admiration in his heart. Miao Lu's dance was actually not inferior to Moyan of Wushang's. The only difference should be the cultivation of the two.

As the song ended, Miao Lv's graceful dance also came to an end. However, the crowd felt that it wasn't enough. When the zither music finally stopped, the crowd began to applaud and cheer in unison, praising Miao Lv's dance as unparalleled under the heavens.

Standing in the middle of the stage, Miao Lu's slender jade-like hands were placed on her shoulders. She slightly bowed to the surrounding people, then lightly opened her vermilion lips and said in a clear voice, "This little girl is willing to present another song to everyone. I wonder if everyone is willing to listen to this song of mine?"

"Miss Miao Lu took the initiative to present a song. How can we not reward her?" Huangfu Wuque slowly stood up, the corners of his mouth revealing a scholarly smile as he spoke in a clear voice.

The people around the stage also agreed. They were all willing to listen to the song that Miao Lu took the initiative to present.

"Then, thank you very much for giving me this honor!"

Miao Lu slightly bowed and merely nodded to Huangfu Wuque. After that, she no longer paid any attention to him. This caused Huangfu Wuque's expression to become slightly awkward, and a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes.

At that moment, another group of people walked out from the curtain. There were ten people in this group, and they were all burly men with bulging muscles. These ten burly men each carried a large drum that was half the height of a person.

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Under Miao Lu's command, the ten burly men very tacitly started to beat the drums. The distant sound of the drums started to spread out from the center of the stage.

The sound of the drums contained boundless excitement and was also filled with boundless sorrow and victory songs. It was as if the moment the drums were raised, the stage was no longer a stage, but a battlefield. On the battlefield, the sound of drums, the clashing of weapons, the neighing of horses, and the cries of warriors.

Everyone was immersed in the sound of the drums. It was as if they were in the middle of a battlefield. Their hearts also started to beat violently, and their gazes were also filled with excitement.

"While drunk, I look at the sword under the lamp. In my dreams, I blow the horn and link the camp.

Eight hundred miles under my command, fifty bowstrings flipping over the Great Wall.

On the battlefield, soldiers gather in the autumn. The horses fly quickly, the bow is like a thunderbolt, the string is frightening.

Accomplishing the matters of the world, winning fame in life and death. "

A melodious song slowly came out from Miao Lu's cherry lips. The clear and melodious voice of a beauty formed a sharp contrast with the vigorous and intense sound of the drums. It set off the sorrow and helplessness of the battlefield.

For a moment, a trace of sorrow appeared in the hearts of countless people, and mist started to spread out from their eyes.

"This girl … …"

Listening to the sound of the drums and Miao Lu's clear and melodious voice, Zhuowen, who was in the crowd, smiled. His eyes revealed a trace of emotion.

This song was the song that Zhuowen sang when he opened the Morning Bell and Evening Drum for Moyan Wushang. He did not expect that this little girl, Miao Lu, would actually remember this song and even make an adaptation.

While everyone was still immersed in this tragic song, Miao Lv's voice slowly faded away. However, there was a trace of sadness in her beautiful eyes.

Two years ago, she once looked at that domineering and unruly figure below the stage. He struck the Morning Bell and Evening Drum and passionately sang this song.

This song was something that Miao Lu would never be able to forget. Thus, after that day, she memorized this song and worked hard to learn how to dance and sing. Finally, today, she brought this song to the stage where that figure stood two years ago.

"Flowers are the same every year, but people are different every year."