El cuento de la princesa Song en Heian-kyo - Capítulo 37
The ending was blurred.
Like the exquisite blue and white porcelain passed down through generations, it is beautiful in its own right.
Your eyes were smiling.
The sky is blue, waiting for the misty rain.
And I'm waiting for you.
Smoke rises in wisps
Thousands of miles across the river
The bottom of the bottle is inscribed with Han Dynasty clerical script, imitating the elegant style of previous dynasties.
Consider this a prelude to my meeting with you.
The sky is blue, waiting for the misty rain.
And I'm waiting for you.
The moonlight was scooped up
The ending was blurred.
Like the exquisite blue and white porcelain passed down through generations, it is beautiful in its own right.
"Your eyes are smiling." Yu Zhou put down his flute and gently parted his lips. A tear rolled down his cheek. This song had completely stirred up his homesickness.
He stunned everyone present. His beauty was breathtaking, and artists eagerly took out their brushes, wanting to capture the image of this stunning young man. The fluttering cherry blossoms filled the air… dazzling the eyes. Even the usually arrogant and proud Ji Yuran was captivated by the breathtakingly beautiful young man before her.
[Dynasty Storms: Family Law]
"Yu Zhou!" Shen Wuyue cried out. The boy before him seemed about to vanish. He felt fear. His cry also brought Yu Zhou back from his deep thoughts. Opening his eyes, he saw cherry blossoms falling one by one. His black robe was also covered with cherry blossoms.
"Your Majesty!" Yu Zhou exclaimed in astonishment at Shen Wuyue's presence. However, Ji Yuran also noticed that Shen Wuyue's expression was different from usual, so captivating. It was an expression of anxiety, even a frantic longing.
Shen Wuyue suddenly embraced Yu Zhou, murmuring, "Don't leave me, don't leave me, Yu Zhou, Xuanyuan~" Each utterance grew louder than the last. Yu Zhou was almost in disbelief. His pupils suddenly widened. The thing she feared had come to pass. The thing she least wanted had finally arrived. Yu Zhou coldly pushed Shen Wuyue away, saying, "Your Majesty, please have some self-respect. Of course, I will not leave Your Majesty. I am I, and Your Majesty is still Your Majesty." Yu Zhou's words brought Shen Wuyue back to her senses. Shen Wuyue's hands gradually loosened. She took a few steps back, her expression bewildered.
"Yu Ran requests an audience with the Emperor," Ji Yu Ran said, kneeling down.
Shen Wuyue stared blankly at Ji Yuran's eyebrows, which resembled his own. But it would never be him.
"Yu Ran, you've arrived," Shen Wuyue said calmly. Ji Yu Ran replied with a dim look in her eyes, "I came here after hearing this young master's flute music."
Shen Wuyue glanced at Yu Zhou, her eyes filled with deep reluctance: "Yu Ran, this is the Prime Minister Yu whom I have just appointed, and he is also the son of the former Prime Minister. He is also the first person to be ranked first in the Six Arts Academy in a thousand years."
Ji Yuran was astonished. He hadn't expected this stunningly handsome young man to be the newly appointed Prime Minister Yu, possessing unparalleled beauty and extraordinary talent. Just how much energy did this frail body contain? And the way the young man looked at him made him uneasy, as if some kind of magic could penetrate everything.
“I apologize for my rudeness, it’s Prime Minister Yu. No wonder you came up with the second half of ‘Blue and White Porcelain’ as well. Indeed, the sorrowful and poignant lyrics are refreshing,” Ji Yuran said hesitantly. Yu Zhou smiled and tucked the flute back into his waistband, saying, “This piece is meant to be like this. Unfortunately, my teacher happens to have the score for the second half, and I am simply playing it. If Young Master Ji likes it, I can handwrite a copy for you.”
"Prime Minister Yu, thank you very much." Ji Yuran's face was full of excitement.
"No need, it was just a small favor. I have other matters to attend to, Your Majesty. I will take my leave." Yu Zhou strode out of the palace, inwardly lamenting his lack of alertness.
The Prime Minister's residence was indeed in complete disarray.
"I've had enough, you old hag! I've put up with you for too long!" Bing Ning said, hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Old Lady Ning. Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in dust, and her clothes were tattered.
"You brat! Are you trying to tear this Prime Minister's mansion down? You're going to make this old woman furious!" Old Madam Ning's face was flushed red, and she kept stomping her dragon head as she spoke angrily. Yu Qingqian and Su Rongrong were holding onto Old Madam Ning and Bing Ning respectively, and it looked like they were about to start fighting.
"Grandma, don't be angry. I think my sister-in-law didn't mean it," Yu Qingqing said gently, patting Grandma Ning's back.
"Who gave you permission to call her sister-in-law? The Yu family doesn't have a daughter-in-law like that. She's sharp-tongued, shrewish, and ruthless—she's a complete shrew!" Old Mrs. Ning became increasingly angry as she spoke, and tried to hit Bing Ning with her dragon-headed cane, but Yu Qingqian stopped her.
"Hmph, if it weren't for my husband, I wouldn't put up with your bullying, you unreasonable old woman." Bing Ning, of course, wasn't going to back down either. She tried to throw something at him.
"I'm going to die! How dare this woman treat me like this! Qingqian, if you care about me being your mother, then throw this woman out!" Old Madam Ning glared angrily at Yu Qingqian and shouted. Yu Qingqian, however, was somewhat flustered and unsure of what to do.
"Grandma, I think... Sister Bingning didn't spill the water on purpose. She must have only slept for half an hour yesterday." Yu Qingqing covered her mouth as soon as she finished speaking, looking at Bingning apologetically.
"You wretched girl, I told you to wash the clothes. You weren't allowed to sleep until you finished, and you dared to lie to me! You reap what you sow. If Qingqing hadn't seen it, I would have thought you were just tired. I didn't want to be so ruthless, but you didn't appreciate it. Anwen and Anwu, throw this wild woman out!" Old Madam Ning said with sudden realization, looking at Bing Ning with disgust.
"You... I don't want to go out, I want to wait for my husband to come back." Bing Ning clung tightly to the pillar and refused to leave, leaving An Wen and An Wu helpless as they watched Old Madam Ning.
"Fine! You brat. Bring out the family rules, Qingqing!" Old Mrs. Ning said angrily.
"Grandma, no, Sister Bingning can't take it," Yu Qingqing said worriedly. "Give it to me. I won't be satisfied until I teach this brat a lesson today," Old Madam Ning said resolutely.
“Mother, why bother! Bingning didn’t do it on purpose,” Yu Qingqian explained.
"Alright! Is my voice no longer of any use in this household? Didn't Qingqing hear what Grandma said?" Old Mrs. Ning said impatiently.
"Grandma, I..." Before Yu Qingqing could finish speaking, Old Madam Ning glared at her fiercely. Qingqing had no choice but to timidly run to the family's punishment room.
Bing Ning could only feel the sinister smile of Old Lady Ning, her whole body trembling as she looked at her, but she was terrified. Yet, she still clung tightly to the pillar.
Yu Qingqing walked slowly, taking the smallest steps while carrying a board covered with tiny needles. It was a shocking sight.
"Qingqing, haven't you eaten? Hurry up!" Old Mrs. Ning snapped.
It's fixed now... My home internet is down. QQ works, but browsing the internet keeps showing "not connected" and I have to try many times. So frustrating... I waited forever to log in... I'm going crazy!
[Dynasty Storm: Hero Saves the Beauty]
"But Grandma, Bingning won't be able to handle it," Yu Qingqing said anxiously.
Bingning trembled as she looked at the stick. She then closed her eyes. But the expected pain didn't come. Grandma Ning looked at the person before her in surprise: "Zhou'er, how did you come back?"