This was no longer just a simple dance; it was a captivating performance of a story, accompanied by a heart-stirring, softly sung song. Every word uttered in that beautiful voice, with its distant and melodious tone, was so enchanting, drawing the listener in completely. It was as if they had followed Luo Zhiheng's ethereal voice into a mystical realm.
Amidst this sea of gold, Luo Zhiheng seemed to have merged with the vast desert, becoming one with it. The desert was her, and she was the desert; she was the goddess who ruled over this golden desert!
Illusion, reality, unrealistic, deeply moving, true and false—everything is mixed together, and it's long since impossible to distinguish between them.
The usually playful Qin Sheng had tears in his eyes as he gazed longingly at Luo Zhiheng. His gaze seemed to drift back to many years ago, filled with longing, melancholy, and an affection that could no longer be concealed.
People with stories to tell are easily moved by stories, but the story must be even more captivating than their own.
The zither master and the painting master's sister had a touching love story. Even though his wife had been dead for many years, the zither master remained devoted to her. However, as time went by, he had long since learned to disguise his feelings and hide his infatuation. Only in the dead of night did he dare to carefully peel off his shell and take out his growing longing to recount it one by one.
Human hearts are made of flesh, and what touches our emotions is the most tender and powerful. The Qin Saint was deeply moved by Luo Zhiheng's dance performance and poetic singing. Everything today was so novel and breathtaking. Although the Qin Saint didn't hear Luo Zhiheng playing the qin properly, he couldn't help but feel an even greater fondness for her.
How many of these elderly people don't have a story to tell? Although Luo Zhiheng's performance was unbelievable and unprecedented, it didn't stop them from accepting this unique approach. In their hearts, Luo Zhiheng was radiant at this moment.
The elders of the Mu Dynasty even unanimously thought that if Luo Zhiheng truly possessed the temperament and noble status she portrayed, she would indeed be worthy of that cane.
Throughout the world, those worthy and qualified to possess that cane are likely long dead. Now, the cane lies alone and unclaimed; its presence in Luo Zhiheng's hands is a helpless act. Initially, people thought Luo Zhiheng was of poor character, lacking virtue, talent, and morality, and infamous. However, Luo Zhiheng has repeatedly overturned people's perceptions, surprising them with what they thought was her limit, only to immediately deliver a new, higher, and better surprise. She is like a constantly unearthed treasure trove of surprises, causing people to uncontrollably change their opinions of her.
Unfathomable! Such a word shouldn't belong to a young woman, but at this moment, the pharaohs of the Mu Dynasty had no choice but to apply it to Luo Zhiheng. Because no one could see through her, nor grasp her bottom line or limits, she was unfathomably profound!
The suppressed emotions continued to circulate and spread, and the entire desert howled in the mournful wind.
Zhuge Hualuan was proud, but she couldn't help but be drawn into the scene by Luo Zhiheng. The atmosphere was so immersive that Zhuge Hualuan felt as if she were there, grieving alongside the old woman. She was deeply moved.
The King gazed at Luo Zhiheng quietly, seemingly nonchalant, but his eyes held a deep sense of amazement, a profound admiration and praise. He had always viewed Luo Zhiheng with special regard, for in this secular world, no one could command such special treatment from the noble King of the Silver Moon Kingdom, the land of the moon. However, as Luo Zhiheng repeatedly redefines her worth and demonstrates her talent, the King had to acknowledge this girl's worth.
He couldn't help but think more highly of Luo Zhiheng!
A girl like this would be an absolute standout even in the Silver Moon Kingdom! She's an exceptional woman. And Luo Zhiheng possesses a decisive, straightforward spirit, unlike the affected, pretentious, and fake nature of worldly women. She can so boldly portray the process of a woman's passionate love; she has even boldly pursued men in real life. All of this makes the King greatly admire and like her.
How could such a woman be considered an ordinary woman? If she were in the Silver Moon Kingdom, she would be an absolute noblewoman.
Most importantly, Luo Zhiheng's unexpected, high-profile, and astonishing performance gave the King a glimpse of victory. Bai Mingzhu's performance was good, but compared to Luo Zhiheng's, she wasn't even worthy of being compared.
The king was happy, but the other princes were not.
Who could have imagined that the person the King brought nine years later would be so powerful? Luo Zhiheng's performances were astonishing time and time again, utterly shocking. What face did the princes of other countries have left? They were originally waiting to see the King humiliated. Now, the King has gained face, and they are the ones who are most embarrassed. But they also had to admit that every performance Luo Zhiheng put on was so brilliant that even those on the opposing side couldn't help but look at her with new respect.
Among the princes, the one with the most unpleasant expression was undoubtedly the Sixth Prince. He was the representative of the Emperor Xian, who couldn't come and was unwilling to condescend to the secular world, so he was entrusted with full authority. Normally, his chosen ones would win every competition, which pleased the Emperor Xian, and his own outstanding performance would increase his importance in the Emperor's eyes, naturally bringing him continuous benefits. But now it's all over. Looking at Luo Zhiheng's astonishing abilities, she's likely to make it to the finals.
If Luo Zhiheng wins the final match, it will be equivalent to the Prince of Shi winning. Wouldn't the Emperor Xian kill him in a fit of rage? The Sixth Prince's face was extremely gloomy, but he couldn't think of a good solution. He sat there stiffly, seemingly already feeling the Emperor Xian's cold gaze and the chilling sensation of a steel knife against the back of his neck!
Perhaps no one's feelings were as complicated as Luo Ningshuang's. She looked at Luo Zhiheng with shock and disbelief in her eyes. Her wide eyes were clearly bloodshot, making her look quite ferocious and terrifying.
She hated Luo Zhiheng for showing such an amazing side, and she couldn't believe that this was really Luo Zhiheng? The Luo Zhiheng that she had deliberately corrupted? This was impossible! Even if someone had taught her, with her aptitude, she couldn't possibly have such an amazing change and progress!
She absolutely refused to believe that a woman whose life she had personally ruined could grow up so quickly. If that were truly the case, then wouldn't all the manipulation and painstaking efforts she had made on Luo Zhiheng from childhood have been completely wasted?
Luo Ningshuang hated these people even more. They had all been seduced and lured away by that vixen Luo Zhiheng! She only performed a dance, what was so great about it? This kind of performance was utterly worthless! She talked and danced, but her dance was neither beautiful nor professional, and it had all sorts of movements that didn't conform to the principles of dance. Luo Zhiheng was destined to fail!
Luo Ningshuang gritted her teeth in hatred, almost grinding them to powder. She sat there stiffly, her fists clenched, cursing and hurling all sorts of vicious thoughts at Luo Zhiheng, even desperately trying to reassure herself that Luo Zhiheng would definitely fail this time and wouldn't pass smoothly again.
Luo Ningshuang seemed to have gone mad, her envy and jealousy fueled by Luo Zhiheng's excellence, which eventually morphed into hatred, a hatred so intense it felt as if her heart was bleeding. She had even forgotten that her actions were self-deception! Just because she said Luo Zhiheng would fail didn't mean Luo Zhiheng would fail.
People's emotions were very complex, but no one dared to say a word amidst this overwhelming emotion, because the overwhelming emotion was still firmly held in Luo Zhiheng's hands.
Mu Yunhe stood there stiffly, looking deeply at Luo Zhiheng with pain, struggle, resentment, and deep heartache.
He really didn't expect Luo Zhiheng to perform like this. It was a breathtaking and wonderful performance that resonated with him. And because Luo Zhiheng was his wife, he naturally imagined the beloved man in Luo Zhiheng's words as himself.
Mu Yunhe's feelings were complex. He didn't want Luo Zhiheng to display her beauty to so many people. So many eyes were seeing his Aheng, and he couldn't bear to hide her away, preventing anyone from seeing her. Yet, he couldn't help feeling proud of his outstanding Aheng. He couldn't help but want the whole world to know that his Aheng wasn't a good-for-nothing, a useless person, or the good-for-nothing, uneducated, and incompetent fool they described!
He couldn't stand people slandering his Ah Heng. He couldn't wait to let everyone know that his Ah Heng was the most outstanding woman in the world!
At that moment, they saw Ah Heng's excellence, and dared not discuss or slander him anymore. Even those with ulterior motives would be able to discern the truth, and would no longer join them in verbally abusing and criticizing Ah Heng. 16434174
Mu Yunhe thought to himself that he should be more magnanimous in refusing, so that Aheng could have a better life in the future. However, he still couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, and he still didn't want Aheng to show her charming and alluring self to everyone.
He was also drawn into this epic love story that shook the world by Luo Zhiheng's brilliant performance. Gradually, his mind went blank, and he didn't want to think about anything. All he could see was the golden Luo Zhiheng and the golden desert. Her choked singing made his chest ache as well. His already aching body became even more uncomfortable, and he could no longer bear such an intense burden.
Mu Yunhe struggled to keep himself from collapsing. He longed to go to his Aheng, help her up, embrace her, kiss her, and tell her he was back…
At that moment, Mu Yunhe forgot that this was a competition, a dance performance. Like everyone else, he was caught up in this painful and tangled love story. Gradually, he became lost in thought, his heart aching and his mind pounding, and he walked step by step, as if bewitched, toward Luo Zhiheng in the center of the arena.
And so, another unexpected situation arose! And this time, Mu Yunhe's entry might ruin Luo Zhiheng's carefully planned performance, because if the two of them don't match up, all the beauty and brilliance that Luo Zhiheng brought could be destroyed and become flawed.
The crowd watched as the man, shrouded in a black cloak, slowly walked into the arena. Each step seemed heavy and painful as he moved forward with great difficulty. The crowd was extremely surprised, yet dared not speak. Could there be some twist in this story?
Murong Qianxue didn't have time to stop Mu Yunhe, and the others didn't dare to either, all assuming it was part of the performance, and waiting to see what would happen. However, the wet nurse, who knew the truth, was shocked and her face changed color.
The music didn't stop, and Luo Zhiheng finally slowly got up. She wanted to end the performance. She just needed to dance one more dance, and the performance would have a perfect ending, with her lover returning and a happy ending.
But the moment she looked up, she froze. She thought she was hallucinating because she was too engrossed in the moment; otherwise, how could she have seen that tall, upright figure slowly walking towards her through the endless yellow sand and raging wind?
The entire hall was silent. Everyone was anticipating this unexpected turn of events. Had the goddess's lover returned? Would this love story no longer be a tragedy? The sorrow in people's blood seemed to freeze at this moment, lying dormant, waiting for the moment when the answer would be revealed, and their blood would boil!
Luo Zhiheng stared blankly at Mu Yunhe as he walked towards her step by step, her mind completely blank. This unexpected event had really bothered her, to the point that her usually perfect performance had short-circuited at this moment.
But this is absolutely not a flaw in her performance, but rather the beginning of another legendary love story!
In the quiet air, a heavy, weary sound seemed to be echoing.
Heh...heh...
Listen! Is that the sound of human breathing? It's rough, low, and slow, each sound as if it were being violently struck in the lungs before reluctantly flowing out, as if it wouldn't stop until the lungs were shattered. One breath after another, the man's broken breathing is blown about by the raging wind and the swirling golden sand.
Mu Yunhe's mind was also blank, with only one thought: to be by Luo Zhiheng's side. His heart was filled with a frantic longing for her, and he could no longer suppress this longing because of distance, nor could he suppress it any longer because of waiting. His emotions were like an erupting volcano, fierce and unstoppable, enough to set off a prairie fire!
Love is the most uncontrollable thing in life. When two people with intense feelings fall in love, the strong emotions of wanting each other, missing each other, and even missing each other when they are in an embrace are irresistible.
Mu Yunhe may not understand what love is, but he knows he must obey his emotions and heart. His heart is roaring, so desperately wanting to appear by her side quickly when she is vulnerable and on the verge of collapse, to comfort her, to possess her, not for forever, but just for this moment! Because he can no longer afford forever.
His body grew heavier and more painful; even breathing felt like sinking into a swamp, impossible to pull out. His weak legs trudged across the soft sand, each step more strenuous and difficult. Others could run across the desert, yet he could only walk slowly and unsteadily.
Mu Yunhe pressed one hand against his chest, which felt like it was weighed down by a thousand-pound boulder, while looking up. He was really about to give up and might collapse at any moment, but when he saw the person not far away, who was also looking at him, he found strength in that instant.
Mu Yunhe took a step forward, but in that instant, his legs went weak, and he stumbled, almost falling. In that moment, the outwardly strong and inwardly powerful Mu Yunhe suddenly felt an urge to shed tears.
Why is every step they take so difficult? So arduous?! It makes him afraid that if he falls, he will never have the courage or strength to get back up.
"Ah!" Luo Zhiheng was startled by his staggering body and couldn't help but exclaim.
Mu Yunhe's gloomy eyes suddenly brightened. He heard Luo Zhiheng's voice. She was right in front of him. He looked up sharply and saw Luo Zhiheng taking another step closer. The darkness in his eyes was quickly dispelled by the light. He stood up, trembling, his half-kneeling body clenched, and the veins on his forehead and neck bulged as if they were about to burst.
In the endless desert, the mysterious man in black robes fell, then rose again. His gaze met that of the desert goddess; books were his source of power. His dark life needed no words to convey the profound despair emanating from him. People's hearts were gripped, watching the two figures in the desert with barely a breath.
Mu Yunhe looked at Luo Zhiheng and only then was he able to walk forward step by step. No matter how heavy and painful his breathing was, no matter how blurry and unclear his vision was, he was able to forge ahead.
However, his increasingly heavy steps betrayed his growing weakness. He knew he was about to give up, and the determination and longing in his eyes gradually crumbled. He looked at Luo Zhiheng with melancholy; she was so close, yet his helplessness was forcing him to stop!
In that instant, Mu Yunhe, who had been struggling to hold on, finally lost his strength and stumbled forward, falling heavily into the vast yellow sand. His body landed on a small sandbag, and he rolled off the sandbag in a disheveled state.
Everyone's hearts tightened with tension, and people even gasped in surprise at how incredibly realistic Mu Yunhe's fall was. 16.
"Mu Yunhe!" Luo Zhiheng was terrified and forgot about her performance. She suddenly stood up and ran towards Mu Yunhe.
But every step on the soft sand was arduous, and her running was unimaginably slow, yet there was a certain beauty in that slowness. Her long hair and phoenix-patterned dress billowed in the wind as she ran, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight. In that instant, the golden desert seemed less dazzling and beautiful than the woman moving in motion!
Finally, at this moment, when Luo Zhiheng called out this person's name, those who knew Mu Yunhe and understood him finally snapped out of their reverie and stood up abruptly! Perhaps many people were still immersed in this wonderful story at this moment, but those in the know knew that trouble was coming!
Given Mu Yunhe's physical condition, Luo Zhiheng would absolutely not allow him to participate in this dance. But Mu Yunhe did appear, and Luo Zhiheng clearly lost control of her emotions. This performance was clearly magnificent and absolutely perfect! But at this moment, a crack appeared, and with a snap, in the hearts of those in the know, the performance shattered.
The King's face was extremely ugly, and his bloodthirsty eyes seemed to want to tear Mu Yunhe to pieces!
Zhuge Hualuan was equally shocked! The mysterious man she had been paying attention to was actually Mu Yunhe?! Yes, how could she not have thought of that? Who else could it be but Mu Yunhe, the young man who paid so much attention to Luo Zhiheng?
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212 The goddess's passionate dance culminates in a thousand-year love story! (Calling for monthly votes)
Updated: 2013-07-28 23:58:02 Word Count: 3468
Luo Zhiheng collapsed beside Mu Yunhe, carefully and anxiously pulling him into her arms. Her heart ached as she looked at his pale face beneath the hood, drenched in cold sweat, devoid of any color. His chapped lips were no longer the full, alluring ones they once were. He seemed to have been drained of his last ounce of strength, so fragile that Luo Zhiheng was too heartbroken to utter a single word. She could only tremble and hold him tightly, her eyes welling with tears.
Mu Yunhe weathered the initial dizziness, and his mind gradually cleared. Feeling the familiar scent of her soft body, his cold eyes involuntarily reddened. His hands trembled as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, unwilling to be separated from her even for a moment.
After a long while, Mu Yunhe, who had fully regained his senses, said in a wry smile in her arms, "Aheng, I... I think I've gotten you into trouble. This dance, all your hard work, may have been completely ruined by me!"
Luo Zhiheng's pupils constricted, and she finally came to her senses at this moment. She was not as carefree as Mu Yunhe. Mu Yunhe could disregard his life and death, but she could not. She did not want Mu Yunhe to die. She had tried so hard, and even if she could not do it, she had tried her best. She had been taking risks all along, and having come this far, she could not let herself fail at the last moment.
Luo Zhiheng looked up and glanced at the people in front of her. To her surprise, the group of people did not react in any other way. They were just looking at her. She could feel that there was no rejection or resistance in their gazes.
At that very moment, Princess Jade cried out, "Together! You must be together! He's back, Desert Goddess, look! Your beloved has returned!"
Luo Zhiheng's mind went blank for a moment, then suddenly became clear as if struck by lightning!
That's it! This group actually thought that this scene was also pre-arranged by her! In that case, as long as she skillfully smooths out this tremor, this major flaw can actually become the most perfect climax of the dance performance!
Luo Zhiheng suddenly found Princess Yu to be so adorable, but she didn't make any more suggestive expressions or movements.
"Shh, don't say anything. Just leave everything to me. All you have to do is live well. Mu Yunhe, since you've come to me in this vast desert, you must hold on until I give up and until we find an oasis outside the desert." Luo Zhiheng whispered in Mu Yunhe's ear. No one knew what sweet words the desert goddess was whispering in her mysterious lover's ear at this moment.
Mu Yunhe was unwilling to accept Luo Zhiheng as the future king, so he nodded slightly, looking at her with such gentle and indulgent eyes.
Since this is something she values and insists on, he will persevere no matter how painful it is for her!
Luo Zhiheng sang in disbelief in a desolate and ethereal voice to the tune of General Murong: "Is it you? Am I hallucinating? Do you know my longing, hear my cries of a thousand years, and that's why you've returned to my dream?"
Is there still hope?!
The king's handsome face, which had been almost contorted with shock, instantly fell into a state of astonishment. He relaxed his expression and stared intently at Luo Zhiheng. At this moment, he truly had only one feeling: the climax was high, the situation was constantly changing, but it was still incredibly exciting! It all depended on how Luo Zhiheng managed to smooth things over. She shouldn't expect those judges to be as superficial as those spectators!
People's hearts were once again drawn to Luo Zhiheng's words, and they couldn't help but eagerly want to see what would happen next. Was this man really the man the goddess had been waiting for?
Luo Zhiheng moved with the grace of a butterfly spreading its wings, her arms rising supplely, her fingers dancing nimbly. She slowly raised her head, her neck tracing a breathtaking arc. Her sorrowful gaze silently looked up at the sky, as if in a devout prayer to the gods: "Gods above, have pity on my heart that yearns for him. If he has already departed, then please, gods of heaven, take my life as well. But please, send my soul to his side. I only wish to accompany him for all eternity, even if he does not know of my existence, even if we meet but do not recognize each other. I beg you, gods of heaven, to have mercy on my soul that has waited for a thousand years..."
Seeing Luo Zhiheng's singing and performance outside the arena was already incredibly impressive, but watching Luo Zhiheng up close, witnessing her meticulous and vivid performance, deeply shocked Mu Yunhe, leaving him with nothing but amazement and admiration!
Suddenly, as if she had been asleep for thousands of years and had just awakened, she knelt up abruptly, her beautiful fingers spread wide and placed beside her ears. Her exquisite little face, bathed in the golden sunlight, was filled with piety. Gradually, she seemed to hear the instructions and words of the gods. The sorrow and grief on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep joy and surprise.
A smile finally reappeared on the face of this desert goddess after experiencing love, separation, and the uncertainty of life and death!
The crowd's nerves jolted, and they all craned their necks and leaned forward. At this moment, they forgot about gender and gender, crowding together, hoping to get closer to them and hear those inspiring words.
Finally, the goddess lowered her hand, staring blankly at the man before her. Her hand trembled, and golden light emanated from it, bathing the mysterious man beneath the black robe in a soft golden glow. She gently cupped the man's face beneath the large hood, her gaze shifting from unfamiliarity to shock, then to longing, then to bewilderment, and finally to overwhelming joy!