Chapter 112 Yishui River, Yishuihan
The palace is majestic, solemn, magnificent and magnificent. The emperor lives in it. He is the supreme ruler who is kowtowed to three times and nine times. Unfortunately, he is not as comfortable as ordinary people.
Everyone came to the side hall of the palace. It is extremely spacious. It is the place where ministers and the royal family gather when the royal family holds major events.
"Su Zi, please come this way." Ying Zheng brought Su Yu to the top and sat side by side with him. The throne is in the middle, with a seat on each side. Su Yu is on the right of Ying Zheng, and Dong Huang's position is slightly lower on the left. It can be seen that Su Yu's status in Ying Zheng's heart at this time has surpassed Dong Huang Tai Yi.
Dong Huang Tai Yi did not say anything, but sat down by himself, and then looked at Su Yu with deep eyes. I don't know what he was thinking in his heart.
"Sit down." Ying Zheng said to the people below.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Everyone sat down immediately.
"Serve the meal." A eunuch shouted loudly. Then many young palace maids were seen serving delicious food. There were also many young eunuchs serving fine wine. After a while, everyone's table was filled with delicious food and wine.
"Hahaha, I am very happy that everyone is gathered together today. Please feel free to do as you please." Ying Zheng laughed heartily.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Everyone said.
As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking, a group of women in dancing costumes came in from the outside, and bursts of musical instruments came from the side. The dancers immediately danced to the music.
Everyone ate delicious food and appreciated the elegant dance, which was very pleasant, but Donghuang was not moved at all, just watching quietly. Ying Zheng beat the beat with the music and looked very happy. Su Yu also saw this kind of classical dance for the first time. This was different from the Tianmo Dance that Wan Wan danced. Wan Wan's dance was purely soul-stirring, but these dancers were worth patiently appreciating.
"Why don't you write a poem, Emperor?" Ying Zheng suddenly turned to Su Yu and said.
Seeing Ying Zheng calling him Emperor directly, Su Yu was not surprised, but the people around him felt incredible. You know, Emperor means emperor, and the First Emperor actually called Su Yu Emperor. Even Donghuang Taiyi turned his eyes to Su Yu again.
"Sui Palace Langyuan. Listen to the music of Juntian Emperor, how many times have you heard him? It's like the human world, a new story of picking lotus. Willow waist, oriole tongue. Who can restrain the free smoke and waves. But the steps of heaven have already urged the class to turn. But driving the colorful phoenix, the lotus is tilted. I wish to accompany this banquet every year." Su Yu blurted out without hesitation.
Suddenly, countless golden lotus shadows slowly emerged around the dancers, and the whole dance floor became more and more gorgeous. Then bursts of phoenix calls came, and two phoenixes suddenly appeared, flying and circling around the dancers.
The dancers were obviously specially trained, and these strange phenomena only shocked them for a moment, and then they continued to dance.
"Wow..." Everyone was surprised to see this magical scene.
"What kind of magic is this?" Donghuang Taiyi frowned as he watched this scene.
"Junior brother, look, this is the transformation of talent." Yan Lu said excitedly to Zhang Liang beside him.
"Well..." Zhang Liang was stunned, and so was Gao Jianli beside him. Although he had heard rumors in the market before that Su Yu had talent and literary talent, he was shocked when he saw it for the first time.
"Haha, wonderful..." Ying Zheng said happily. His eyes were shining.
After a long time, the music gradually stopped, the illusion disappeared, and the dancers retreated one after another.
"It's really magical, is this the talent of the literary courage?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Yes, this is the transformation of literary spirit." Su Yu nodded.
"I heard that this talent can be cultivated by scholars?" asked the First Emperor.
"No, it requires talent. The most important thing is the heart of literature. Literary courage needs thousands of knowledge to activate, and talent needs hundreds of millions of books to brew. It is not overnight. Literary courage and talent, the aura of heaven and earth, are not just the illusion just now, but also the punishment of villains nearby, the pursuit of enemies thousands of miles away, and the victory thousands of miles away." Su Yu said.
"Can you also defend against the enemy?" Ying Zheng was surprised.
"Of course." Su Yu nodded.
Now even Fu Nian and others were excited. Before, everyone saw the illusion of couplets and lotus blooming, but they just thought that was all, but they didn't expect there was this layer.
Su Yu looked down at this time, and finally his eyes fell on Zhang Liang's table. Zhang Liang and Gao Jianli shared a table. The two saw Su Yu's eyes on them, and they were all nervous.
"Gao Jianli." Su Yu suddenly said.
Gao Jianli hurriedly stood up and bowed.
"Here."
"I heard that you have the famous sword Yi Shuihan, so you must be good at swordsmanship. Why don't you come out and dance with the sword." Su Yu said.
"Yes." Gao Jianli responded quickly. He didn't dare to refuse.
He walked out slowly and came to the center of the hall.
"Your Majesty, Su Zi, please ask someone to fetch my sword." Gao Jianli bowed. Before coming, all the weapons carried by everyone had been taken away.
"Yes." Ying Zheng nodded. He signaled the eunuch beside him to fetch Yi Shuihan.
"No need." Su Yu said, and then waved his hand.
"Swish..." A sword sound rang out of the hall, and a white and crystal sword came through the air and flew in front of Gao Jianli. It was Yi Shuihan.
"Good tricks." Ying Zheng praised.
Gao Jianli calmed down a little and held the sword.
"Drums." Ying Zheng shouted.
"Dong Dong Dong..." Then the drums sounded.
Gao Jianli began to dance with the sword. As a swordsman, he basically knew how to dance with the sword. The sword light flashed, and although there was no murderous intent, it made people feel a little scared. Zhang Han and the secret guards around him were even more nervous, fearing that another Jing Ke assassination would happen again.
With the rhythm of the drums, Gao Jianli's movements became faster and faster, which showed that his swordsmanship was not weak. Even Wuming nodded slightly.
Just when everyone was watching with great interest, Su Yu spoke.
"Draw the sword around the broken wine cup, and go out after the song ends. The west wind is full of snow, where can I repay the kindness? It's common to die bravely, and it's not worth mentioning to be a grudge. Turning over the Yishui River, the small pieces move the soul."
"Hualala..." Su Yu finished reading, and only heard a sound of river water rolling in the hall, and then the scenery around the hall changed. Everyone was surprised to find that they were sitting by a big river, and there were bursts of cold air around, which made people tighten their clothes involuntarily.
"Yishui River..." Zhang Liang said in shock.
At this time, the drums had stopped, and Gao Jianli stared at the scene blankly.
Then he saw a figure standing by the river.
"The wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold. Once the warrior leaves, he will never come back." A vague figure read.
"Brother Gao, we won't see each other again, so why don't we have a competition." said the blurry figure.
Then a rhythmic sound of zither was heard.
"Here it comes." shouted the blurry figure. Then he rushed towards Gao Jianli, who was still in a daze, with his sword.
"Be careful." Zhang Liang said hurriedly.
"Dang..." Gao Jianli suddenly blocked with his sword, and a crisp collision sound came, and the two soon fought together.
Everyone was stunned. Isn't this an illusion? How can it feel so real?
Seeing the sword energy running wild, Gao Jianli also changed from the initial confused resistance to a serious look, and the sword became more and more sharp.
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at it, thinking, and then said to Su Yu on the side.
"It really surprised me, that blurry person is Jing Ke, right?"
"That's right." Su Yu nodded.
"What? That's Jing Ke." Fu Nian and others exclaimed. But it seems that the people around can't affect the two people who are competing.
"Clang..." Gao Jianli's sword slipped out of his hand and was deeply inserted into the ground.
"Brother, you still win." Gao Jianli said to the blurred figure.
"I'm leaving, Brother Gao, take good care of Tianming." The figure turned around.
"Brother." Gao Jianli cried bitterly and knelt on the ground.
"There are some things I have to do, otherwise I will let my heart down. Sorry, I made you suffer, Brother Gao." The blurred figure said.
Then, the figure bowed to Su Yu and saluted.
"Thank you." The blurred figure gradually became clear, it was Jing Ke.
Jing Ke also smiled, walked to Gao Jianli who was kneeling on the ground, and reached out to touch his head. Then the whole person stopped moving and slowly disappeared.
At the moment Jing Ke disappeared, the scene around the Yishui River also disappeared, and returned to the appearance of the hall again.
"Alas, the dead are gone, Gao Jianli, I take back my previous evaluation of Jing Ke." Su Yu sighed.
Everyone had not yet fully recovered at this time, the chill just now was so real.
"Come here." Ying Zheng suddenly said.
"Yes." Zhang Han hurried out.
"Give orders to take out Jing Ke's remains and bury him with honor, and treat him as a national hero." Ying Zheng said.
"Your Majesty, no." Li Si hurried out to stop him.
"Why not? This is a different time. Now I have communicated with the six countries. Jing Ke's matter is a thing of the past. He is now also a citizen of my Great Qin. Although I don't like what he did, I respect him as a person. We just have different positions." Ying Zheng said.
"Yes." Zhang Han and Li Si responded.
"Gao Jianli thanks your majesty." Gao Jianli turned around on his knees and kowtowed deeply to Ying Zheng.
Then, Zhang Liang helped Gao Jianli back to his seat.
"What did Su Zi do just now? Was it the result of talent?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Yes, talent has the ability to communicate with heaven and earth. Poems and articles can be manifested when they are recognized. The Yishui River and Jing Ke just now were transformed by heaven and earth according to the will of poems and articles." Su Yu nodded.
"It is truly a mysterious way." Ying Zheng praised.
"Although I, the Yin-Yang School, can also create illusions, it is far less real than yours. I admire you." At this time, Donghuang Taiyi, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke, with a complicated look in his eyes and a trace of doubt.
"Father." Suddenly Fusu stood up.
"Oh? What's the matter?" Ying Zheng asked.
"I want to learn this way of literary spirit." Fusu said excitedly.
Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Su Yu on the side.
"I don't accept disciples. You have studied with many famous Confucian scholars and are considered half a Confucian disciple. Since you have this intention, why not worship Fu Nian as your teacher." Su Yu smiled.
"But..." Fusu hesitated.
"Haha, Fu Nian and others naturally have literary spirit." Su Yu smiled.
Fusu was overjoyed and hurried to Fu Nian's table.
"Fusu is willing to worship the master as his teacher." Fusu knelt down and said.
"My lord, you must not do that." Seeing Fusu kneeling down, Fu Nian stood up quickly. This was the most honorable prince of the Qin Dynasty, the future emperor, he dared not accept the gift casually.
"Okay, okay, my son is interested in learning, I am very pleased, Master, you should accept it." Ying Zheng said with a smile.