OFFERING CONCUBINES
EPISODE 45 FOR A REQUEST

His Majesty Yan Yue was charmed for a moment with the confidence of Xiao Yi, who in the last second he observed so hesitantly.

What other surprises will you give me, my Chenxingu?

The more I know you, the more I don't know about you.

And that, always makes me opiate to always want to know all about you...

His Majesty's head nodded to Xiao Yi, with a probing gaze, hoping that Xiao Yi would not make the wrong decision in accepting Mei's concubine challenge.

If concubine Mei was trying to humiliate concubine Yi, then Her Majesty promised in her heart, to make a calculation to that crafty concubine.

Xiao Yi stood up with a blushing face upon meeting His Majesty, his chest pounding, something warm just flowing through his veins, from his head flowing into his joints, feeling relaxed all his muscles.

What could he do, the black brown eyes of His Majesty's willow tree completely numbed his body.

Xiao Yi turned to concubine Mei, greeted with a cynical look of the concubine who was so disdainful, as if so impatiently watching concubine Yi being humiliated.

Xiao Yi's smile was floating like a newly blooming lotus. Without the slightest bit of feeling intimidated by Consort Mei's attitude. Calm like lake water in the early morning.

She bent her legs slightly and stared deeply at concubine Mei, completely fearless.

"I hope that concubine Mei can keep her promise to give me the right blue yishu ribbon, if I have fulfilled the request of Consort Mei." said Xiao Yi, still with a smile attached to her ripe lips.

"I will keep my promise, witnessed by all those present at this Yishu event, concubine Yi." said concubine Mei.

"Youwu's winter song certainly deserves a lot of respect with Yishu's blue ribbon" said concubine Mei as she pulled the corner of her lips, a smile that was very insincere.

"I'll do it, for the sake of a wish." Xiao Yi's voice was only shrill, but loud enough to make concubine Mei feel goosebumps. That word was like a threat to him.

Concubine Mei retreated to a corner of the Gazebo, giving room to Xiao Yi.

Accompanied by the curious gazes of everyone present, and two pairs of eyes that were so anxious.

Other than His Highness Yan Yue, there was young commander Zhao Juren at the invitation table, looking intently at the girl, with a worry similar to that of His Majesty.

Xiao Yi took something from behind a pouch inside the sleeve of his robe.

A shiny purple xiao of purple bamboo that only grew in the Youwu area, clasped in his hands, a very famous flute from the north. At the end there is a tied black red tassel, the flute looks so beautiful.

Then Xiao Yi stood up with his chin raised, to His Highness who was not a moment apart looking at him from earlier.

The eyes of the two of them looked at each other, exchanging looks, as if they were both diving into what was in their hearts.

"Youwu's winter song, played by Xiao more than it is sung, will be sung by people from the plains to the mountains of Pingyuan, at the end of autumn.

According to the Youwu folklore, Youwu's winter song was created by someone about his sadness and longing to meet Youwu's winter, because at that time of winter, she lost her lover who drowned in the Yalu river" Xiao Yi said with lips that suddenly shook.

His Highness felt his heart ache like pain, as if Xiao Yi was talking about the same longing for someone.

Xiao Yi placed the tip of Xiao on his lips while his finger was on the small hole in Xiao's trunk, he then closed his eyes, truly Xiao Yi was powerless to play this Xiao by looking into His Majesty's eyes.

Xiao Yi started to blow it slowly,

Her soft voice sounded so seductive. In a low tone that catapulted a hollow feeling of detachment.

The instant that heard it would be carried away in such a calm heart, as calm as the ripples of the waters of the Yalu river in autumn.

Memory after memory seems to pop, calling out every sweet memory stored at the bottom of the heart. Just jump in.

Moments later, the instrument was getting taller, a little slashing then carrying the feeling of being so sad, teasing any resentment that was left in the corners of the heart.

His Highness was fixated, staring at Xiao Yi's eyelids that were splattered with pink. Those beautiful eyes were closed, while her lips chanted the sound of a flute so slicing through the heart.

Xiao Yi stood stiffly in front of her in a simple dry grass green dress, as if she was truly a grass in autumn so longed for winter, she said, to immediately end his miserable withering.

Almost everyone present, involuntarily closed their eyes, as if they were infiltrating in those longing sad tones.

As Xiao Yi ended it, it did not feel like a drop of clear grain had seeped in the corner of the eye that heard it, even at the heart of Consort Mei who was as hard as steel.

Youwu's Winter Song, always makes people feel homesick. Feelings of longing for anything that has ever existed in his life, which may be lost and never be able to return, deep pain that can never be expressed with words.

Xiao Yi's eyes twinkled, staring straight at His Highness who was being quietly steered before him.

"The grass of qian lidi is yellowing like gold, gold,

Sharp penetrating the autumn wind...

the fragrance felt new, though,

the mind that longs is like kiambang, the,

floating in worry.

Heart-delighted as houyun, houyun,

hugging deeply into anger...

in winter it smells of sadness.

Have you ever known, though,

that last lotus wave made this soul lose its purpose?

losing you made me breathe in death.

The fire became dim, and the spring sun was cold.

The clouds turned black, scattering without rain.

Pain is all the dead taste,

losing broke the phoenix wings that challenged the sky

In the winter wind, every beat is missed.

Deliver to the ripples of the river Yalu, which will be cold,

Buried it in the freeze"

The lyrics of Youwu's winter song were spoken by Xiao Yi in a heart-wrenching poem.

Some of the concubines even sobbed in tears, as the poem ended. Inseparable a sharp eye sat facing the table under a peach tree in a corner, becoming glazed. Missing the song owner.

Xiao Yi bowed to His Highness Yan Yue. Then turn to everyone.

Greeted an applause so boisterous filled with admiration.

"Maybe Consort Mei doesn't know, Youwu's winter song is an instrument, rarely sung. The lyrics will be read by

youwu girls, while the lads play his music." Xiao Yi lowered his face for a moment at Concubine Mei, then looked straight at the concubine standing in the corner of the main gazebo.

Consort Mei's face was still stunned, as if at a loss for words,

"I have done well with Consort Mei's request, isn't it time I got the blue yishu ribbon right for a wish...?" xiao Yi's eyes, blinked calmly.

Concubine Mei never expected, if her actions turned around to hit her.

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