When Cen Meng suggested that his aunt wanted to perform the sword dance for Yang Chengzu, Shen Xiyi tried to stop her.
But Yang Chengzu smiled and said: "It's rare that Chief Cen is so enthusiastic.
I can't refuse.
I just want to see what's outstanding about the beauties from Guangxi.
Please invite me."
Following three heavy high-fives, a dozen shirtless men began to beat the huge cowhide drum, making heavy and loud beats.
Twenty or so gorgeous young women, wearing a cyan jacquard top with a right hem and a blue pleated skirt underneath, filed in from outside the tent and danced in a circle.
Although they had masks on their faces so that their facial features could not be seen, their figures were graceful and not as conservative as the women from the Central Plains.
They showed off their pink arms and legs without any problem.
The snow-white skin alone attracted the men's eyes.
Moreover, they were all barefoot and showed their slender feet without any hesitation during the dance.
This was even more impressive for the men of the Ming Dynasty. enjoyment.
Although they were holding long swords with sharp blades in their hands, no one thought that they would be in any danger.
The leaders also smiled, pointed at the girls, and whispered about something.
The dances performed by those women were of the nature of war dances.
They were like dances and sword formations, practicing killing.
Cen Meng looked at the dancer in the middle, the only woman without a mask, staring at her exposed skin and plump breasts, with a hint of greed in his eyes.
The fists were clenched tightly, as if expecting and urging something.
These women danced for a while, and the tune of the drum changed.
Another woman's pleasant voice sounded in the formation, which seemed to be singing some folk song tune.
These female soldiers stood or squatted, stacking the cards in their hands into a fortress, and then spread out layer by layer like flowers.
A young girl dressed as beautiful as a peacock slowly stood up among the crowd.
As she shook her body, the accessories on her body made crisp collision sounds.
The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender figure.
She did not wear a scary ghost mask on her face, and her facial features were exposed.
He has bright eyes, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows.
The skin on his face is white and tender, and his head is wrapped with a five-color flower scarf.
He wears a pair of silver earrings on his ears, and there are several small ornaments hanging underneath.
As long as he moves, he will make a sound. .
Around her neck, a silver collar shone brightly.
She threw the long knife and shield to the ground, holding them under her chin with both hands, making the appearance of blooming flowers.
The round eyes were clear in black and white, and he smiled sweetly at Yang Chengzu.
Then he opened his mouth and started singing.
She sang in a native dialect, which Yang Chengzu couldn't quite understand, but the woman's voice was as sweet as a lark, and he couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded her.
I secretly thought to myself that there really weren't many people in my troupe with such good voices.
The woman seemed to understand that he didn't understand the content, and stuck out her tongue playfully.
It was sung in Chinese again, but it was not a folk song, but a question and answer.
Asking him his name, where he came from, and whether he had worked hard, and why he had to bully others when he came.
If such a question were asked by a chieftain, it would be suspected of being deliberately provocative, but from such a beautiful girl, asking the question in the tune of a folk song, it just makes people feel funny.
Shen Xiyi whispered: "Her name is Cen Lian, she is the youngest daughter of Cen Zhang, the magistrate of Guishun Prefecture, and the aunt of Cen Meng.
This time the imperial court sent a message to mobilize troops, and Guishun Prefecture also sent a team, nominally led by her.
She She is young, ignorant, and not as knowledgeable as her, so I will just let her go back."
Seeing Yang Chengzu speak, Cen Lian seemed a little disappointed, and sang a song again to ask questions, but this time the tone was lower than the last time, and the tune was not as good as before.
Yang Chengzu didn't quite understand the tunes of these folk songs, but he could still sing them according to Cen Lian's tunes.
He raised his wine bowl and stood up, and the two of them began to sing in a duet, asking and answering questions.
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He has a profound foundation in Peking Opera.
Even if he doesn't understand the melody of folk songs, his singing is not bad.
When the girls from the Zhuang family heard the imperial envoy's antiphon, they all put down their swords and danced around Cen Lian.
Cen Meng was a little stunned.
The situation seemed to develop very differently from what he had planned.
He coughed several times and the drum beat changed several times, but no one paid him any attention.
Cen Lian even put her hands on her hips and shouted something to the drummers.
Then, even the drumbeats stopped.
She turned her head again, with a smile on her face, and then sang duet with Yang Chengzu.
She seemed to be very satisfied with this form, and the duet continued endlessly.
After checking it several times, Cen Lian walked up to Yang Chengzu with a smile, took out a small snow-white handkerchief from her arms, and handed the handkerchief to Yang Chengzu with a red face.
Cen Meng had a bad look on his face when she showed up to sing.
At this moment, he couldn't help but slap the table.
"Xiao Lian, don't mess around.
Your distinguished guest is not a descendant of our cave and doesn't understand our rules.
Don't mess around." , go back to your tent quickly."
Unexpectedly, Cen Lian was not afraid of him at all.
She put her hands on her waist and stared back like a proud little rooster, "My gift is for the guests, not for you.
What right do you have to yell at me?"
He is the leader of Tianzhou.
How can he still control the whole situation?
We have returned to Shunzhou and are under the control of the Chief Envoy of Guangxi.
We can't even control the Si'en Mansion.
I'm afraid of you.
You are my brother-in-law and not my father.
I'm not afraid. you."
She was cute and had a sweet voice.
Even when she was quarreling, she still looked very cute.
Most of Yang Chengzu's guards looked at her with amusement.
Only those who pretended to be soldiers held swords and bows and looked at each other in confusion, as if they smelled something dangerous.
"Cen Tongzhi, Miss Cen Lian gave me a gift, can't I accept it?
Or is this handkerchief too valuable for you to part with?"
Yang Chengzu took the handkerchief and saw that it was an ordinary silk handkerchief, embroidered with red silk thread. with a water lily.
Both the texture and the embroidery work can only be described as mediocre.
Whatever Yang Ji Li picked up would probably be worth several times more than that.
After Cen Lian presented the handkerchief, although she confronted Cen Meng vigorously, she still looked at Yang Chengzu with a timid look.
She didn't know whether it was because the older girl was shy, or because she was worried that he would not accept it.
Seeing Yang Chengzu put away the handkerchief solemnly, she felt relieved and let out a sigh of relief.
His eyes were narrowed like two crescent moons.
"Honorable angel, don't you lift this handkerchief?
It's too bad, or the embroidery is not good."
Shen Xiyi smiled, "Miss Lian, don't get me wrong.
The imperial envoy came from the capital and doesn't know much about our rules.
He doesn't understand what your handkerchief means.
But the imperial envoy will definitely not dislike the gift.
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Qianli Sending goose feathers is a gift, but the gift is light and the friendship is heavy.
Even if it is a needle or thread, as long as it shows the toast's loyalty to the Ming Dynasty, we will accept it and we will never dislike it.
Brother Cen Meng, do you think this is true?"
After hearing what he said, Cen Meng's expression softened and he laughed and said: "Yes, Brother Shen can indeed speak.
What Lian Mei gave is their loyalty to the imperial court when they return to Shunzhou.
I, Cen Meng, am also loyal.
But I Without Lian Meizi's craftsmanship, I wouldn't be able to produce such a good handkerchief, but with this life and my knife, I will definitely kill a few more thieves to serve the court.
Lian Meizi, don't make trouble with the angels.
Come sit here, brother-in-law
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