0p0 Chapter 249 Homecoming Ballad
Chapter 249 Homecoming Ballad
Zhu Wuyao has heard a lot of praise for her, and now she can ignore it and focus on eating.
I was thinking to myself how to convey my values—that the outside world, though dangerous, is interesting and worth seeing.
Who would have thought that Miss Wang would betray him!
The music passed down from these diverse lives is also related to returning home...
Don't you have any other topics to discuss?
As Miss Wang's voice faded, bells and chimes entered in succession and lined up on both sides of the banquet. Women in green sat in their respective places, and as the drumsticks were waved, they produced a deep, resonant sound.
As soon as the opening notes faded, Zhu Wuyao looked up.
It was not an ordinary piece of music; it even carried a sense of solemnity and reverence.
It would be somewhat inappropriate to start the poetry banquet with this song. In other words, this homecoming ballad must be a piece of music that has been circulating in Biyi City for a long time.
Where there is music, there must be lyrics. The woman in green slightly parted her lips, a faint smile playing on her lips, her words tinged with sorrow—
"The horse looks north from Dai, the fox dies with its head turned towards its den."
Mountains are high and roads are long, but our wandering children should not grieve.
且听
It's hard to drink from this cup; I resent the green bamboo wine.
Her black hair was styled in a bun, and frost had stained several autumns.
They only spoke of the bitterness of parting, but not of the endless grievances at home.
Why be content to remain imprisoned in a cage when you can simply spread your wings and fly away?
You do not know
Reversing cause and effect is absurd.
Thunder roars, but that is not what I seek.
A full moon, always accompanying the sleeves of those who are parted.
The waters overflow and flow into the sea, surging on both banks.
Don't leave your hometown!
Don't leave your hometown!
Flying side by side, it was all just a lie?
Trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water is a futile effort!
Don't leave your hometown!
Don't leave your hometown!
The song ends.
Zhu Wuyao was deeply shaken.
What exactly is this homecoming ballad?!
The demons in the various beings might not understand. On the surface, the beginning says that although the person is carefree, he causes his family to worry for no reason.
Why do you choose not to go out when you are allowed to?
Because the journey is long and arduous, all that is sought is in vain. Even if one goes in pursuit of freedom, one will eventually return home battered and bruised.
It's best to return home as soon as possible and not chase after those illusory things.
But to Zhu Wuyao, it was a completely different story—
The fox dies facing its den, imprisoned in its own cage, struck by lightning against its will, and the cause is reversed...
And that line, "Flying wing to wing is a lie, trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water is a lot of busy work," is clearly a warning to Zhu Wuyao.
She stared blankly at the wine glass in her hand, her brows furrowed. The singing had stopped, and only the sound of drums remained in her ears.
wrong……
The entire homecoming song seems to be telling her—
Everything I've done so far has been wrong...
why?
Could this homecoming ballad be a lie?
Her actions were too obvious, and the crowd noticed them, using this to shake her will.
Or is this homecoming ballad truly hiding a secret?
Who is it? Is it Qi Suowei?
Or perhaps it was the Silver Fox secretly lurking.
The clear wine in the glass rippled, and petals fell, as if pebbles had been thrown into a lake, causing changes, with light and shadow floating, like silver waves in a trance.
The waters of what seemed like Lake Feidu were stirring, ready to unleash a torrent of waves.
What Zhu Wuyao didn't know was that when she stepped into the Wang family—
In the city of Biyi, a madwoman and a traveling merchant arrived.
She stared intently at the silver ripples in the glass, her gaze slightly narrowed.
Then he suddenly splashed the wine out of the glass.
"Miss Zhu, Miss Zhu..."
Wang Lian's voice brought her back to her senses, and Zhu Wuyao seemed to still feel lingering fear.
She forced a smile and said:
"It's nothing, just a petal fell into the cup."
After hearing the homecoming ballad, Zhu Wuyao felt uneasy. Even though she kept telling herself that this might be a trick by Feidu Lake or Silver Fox to shake her mind, she couldn't help but care.
Calm down a bit.
Seeing Miss Wang hand him a new glass of wine, Zhu Wuyao casually accepted it.
At the same time, he activated the Celestial Observation Technique.
She performed a divination for him.
"He died thirteen years later in the spring, waking up from a great dream."
In the myriad forms of life, there is no possibility of spring thirteen years from now.
It goes through a cycle every three to five years.
No...maybe it's accumulated.
Or perhaps he was supposed to die thirteen years later, but he also fell into the cycle of reincarnation, so the divination would not be accurate.
Now that he is at the banquet, Zhu Wuyao's every move is attracting attention.
She took a sip of her drink and asked casually:
"This melody is exquisite. I wonder who composed this homecoming ballad?"
Wang Lian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Miss Zhu's expression had returned to normal.
She thought she had done something wrong and displeased Miss Zhu.
"It seems to be a piece of music that has been passed down in Biyi City for a long time, but who wrote it is unknown."
An expected answer.
In any case, anything that appears out of nowhere should be attributed to "something that has been passed down for some unknown time".
Zhu Wuyao nodded and didn't ask any further questions.
The drumming stopped, and the instruments on both sides were systematically removed.
The guests, having enjoyed the music during the banquet, are now inspired to compose poetry.
Someone said:
"Miss Wang, do you have pen and ink? This homecoming ballad has been around for a long time, but it is rarely heard. Today, hearing it is indeed extraordinary."
"Since you are all so modest, I am not afraid of losing face, so I will start by offering my humble opinion!"
Then, looking at Zhu Wuyao, he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and continued:
"I hope Miss Zhu will not find this crude and will offer some guidance."
These words immediately piqued everyone's interest.
At a typical literary banquet, composing poems is nothing unusual, but today is different.
I hope everyone stays here!
If I could get some guidance, my poetry writing skills might improve by leaps and bounds.
Moreover, if Miss Zhu were in the mood, she might even compose a poem.
With such outstanding works already presented, who would dare to flaunt their own shallow literary skills?
Therefore, if you want to write a poem, you must do so before that.
Wang Lian smiled and said:
"Please don't be impatient, everyone. A refined banquet should include poetry, and the brush and ink have naturally been prepared long ago, but—"
"If Miss Zhu were to give individual guidance to each of us, wouldn't that be disrespectful? How about we set a time limit of one incense stick's time, and then I will compile all of your poems into a book for Miss Zhu to peruse."
"I will select a few of my friends' poems and offer some brief comments."
"Miss Zhu, is this alright?"
Literati banquets have their own unspoken rules.
For example, a renowned literary figure like Zhu Wuyao, if he were to attend a banquet, would always offer a few symbolic pointers or guidance to a few other writers.
It not only allows one to demonstrate their own erudition and magnanimity, but also to enjoy themselves with other literati.
If they are willing to give face to the host, and are in the mood, they may even leave behind some calligraphy or write a preface for the banquet's poetry collection.
Although Wang Lian also looked forward to receiving everyone's poems, she was too shy to speak up.
He even worried that Miss Zhu, who had been traveling for a long time, might not know the intricacies of literati banquets, so out of politeness he commented on each item and offered to compile the comments into a book, selecting a few to comment on.
Zhu Wuyao was indeed not very familiar with the etiquette of the elegant banquet.
But you could tell that Wang Lian had eased her burden.
Meeting the expectant gazes of the crowd, she smiled and nodded.
It's just a matter of giving pointers on writing poetry. Even if I can't, the 5,000-year-old cultural heritage of my Chinese nation is more than enough to handle it!