Simultaneous travel: City, infinite evolution

Chapter 287 Flying Snow, Jade Flowers, and the Snow Maiden's Dance [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

After entering Feixue Pavilion, everyone started discussing it.

"I heard that the world's number one dancer is going to perform."

"Feixue Pavilion started pre-selling seats at the beginning of the month."

Only the top fifty bidders are eligible to sit there.

"Moreover, even if you have money, if you don't have the right status, you won't be able to get in."

"Those sitting here are either nobles, doctors, generals, or extremely wealthy merchants."

The money these gentlemen spend on one show is enough for an ordinary family to live comfortably for several years.

"hiss!"

The servant gasped, "I never expected our boss to be willing to spend so much money. Usually, he has to count the tips he gives us one by one."

"You can spend a fortune just to see a dance performance."

"Who do you think you are? How dare you compare yourself to adults?"

The old man smacked the servant on the head.

"Hehe, that stage in the middle made from a single piece of jade is so beautiful."

"That is the [Flying Snow Jade Flower Terrace]."

"Flying Snow Jade Flower Terrace? What a beautiful name."

"You're dumbfounded, aren't you, brat? That's the prized possession of Feixue Pavilion!"

"A mere dancer, and she gets such a grand reception?"

"A dancer?" The old man tapped the young man on the head.

"The music and dance of the seven states were all learned from the state of Zhao."

This Xue Ji was born in the State of Zhao, and was the most outstanding person in the State of Zhao.

Have you ever heard of the Yan Song and Zhao Dance?
All the dancers in the entire Yan Kingdom combined couldn't compare to her.

"Who exactly is this dancer?"

The old man flicked the young man on the forehead, saying, "After all this talk, you still don't know who I'm talking about?"

Shh, the song and dance are about to begin.

The prelude of the piano music began, and Chen Hong and the others looked around.

In the center is a jade stage, unobstructed, leading directly to the sky.

The surrounding area is a series of pavilions.

One by one, high-ranking officials and dignitaries sat in their seats, drinking and chatting.

Chen Hong and his group stood in front of a fence, but the people around them ignored them and automatically walked around them, unaware of their presence.

Chen Hong snapped his fingers, and chairs appeared one by one. He and the women sat down to enjoy this dance performance that was so popular that it was worth its weight in gold.

Those around her praised her, saying, "In the land of Yan and Zhao, with a river running between the two banks, only she is qualified to step onto this Snow Flying Jade Flower Terrace."

The women were all curious: what kind of dancer was she that had such a large following?
As the music rose higher, candles were lit around the Snowflake Jade Flower Terrace, the chimes rang out, and the music became more melodious.

Golden lotus flowers and lotus leaves rose from the pond below the Jade Flower Terrace, and candles were lit all around, brightening the space and creating a wonderful atmosphere.

At this moment, the sound of a bamboo flute rang out, plaintive and desolate.

As soon as the flute began to play, it amazed everyone. Everyone stared wide-eyed and held their breath, as if afraid of disturbing the beauty playing the flute.

Chen Hong's eyes lit up; he recognized the meaning.

Isn't this the piece "Flying Snow and Jade Flowers"?

Listening to this piece of music, Chen Hong felt as if he were standing on a vast, snow-covered land.

All alone, standing in the snow.

Looking up at the shifting stars and looking down at the snow-white mountains and rivers.

There is an indescribable loneliness, an indescribable sense of loss.

It was as if I was seeing my own lost youth, which brought tears to my eyes.

Tears.

The sound of the flute drifted from Feixue Pavilion, lingering among the eaves and streets.

Even the heavens seemed moved, and their long, white hairs fell down.

A little child looked up at the sky, stretched out his palm to catch the white hair, and happily said:

"Snow!"

The white snow also fell from the openwork skylight, drifting onto the Snowflake Jade Flower Terrace.

A circle of red cloth hung down from the skylight.

The interplay of red and white evokes a sophisticated sense of destiny.

Everyone was stunned.

As the red cloth was lowered, a figure was seen playing the flute within it.

As the stunning melody ended, the figure of a beautiful woman gradually appeared on the red cloth.

Blue sandals, small feet, graceful waistline, and a silver necklace inlaid with rubies around her neck.

Through the red cloth, she turned her head, her eyes slowly lifting, a glance that seemed to last a lifetime.

When the red cloth was completely pulled back, the figure of a beautiful woman, seemingly detached from the world, was finally revealed.

Under the moonlight hanging in the open air, the long ribbons fluttered in the wind, creating an indescribable ethereal beauty that was truly stunning.

The moment she appeared, even the golden lotus buds bloomed, radiating rays of golden light.

She rested one hand on her waist, and raised the other hand slightly, her fingers as graceful as a magnolia.

With a slight bend in her waist and abdomen, she strikes a graceful, ethereal pose, showcasing the beauty of her curves.

Petals fell from the sky, enhancing the atmosphere.

This beautiful scene even moved beauties like Yan Fei, Hu Meiren, and Yan Lingji.

This is a beauty of temperament, a beauty of art.

A stunning beauty.

As the music began, the Snow Woman started to dance gracefully.

Like snow sprites leaping about, or butterflies dancing.

Skirts fluttered and ribbons danced.

Finally, like a whirling dance, it spun out a blooming flower, half-sitting on the ground, pointing one finger to the sky.

The music and dance were not yet over.

A burst of applause shattered the beautiful atmosphere. Chen Hong frowned, looking at the jerk who had ruined the artistic ambiance with some displeasure.

The surrounding guests were also dissatisfied.

"Damn it! Which bastard has ruined this general's enjoyment?"

A general, who was engrossed in watching the show, was suddenly interrupted. He angrily slammed his fist on the table, spilling the wine.

Just then, a group of soldiers walked in, which frightened all the servants of Feixue Pavilion into kneeling down.

The old man knelt on the ground and whispered to his servant.

"Oh no, oh no!"

"Seeing that there were many more royal guards on the street just now, I knew that a great royal figure was coming."

"However, I still didn't expect it to be this person who came."

A large group of servants carried a luxurious and enormous sedan chair down from the pavilion, escorted by armored soldiers.

Walk to the pond closest to the Snow Woman.

The servants put down the sedan chair, bowed, and retreated respectfully.

The servant kneeling in the distance asked in a low voice, "Who exactly is this sir?"

The old man answered in a trembling voice, "He is the most powerful man in our Yan Kingdom, the king's own uncle."

The lives and deaths of everyone in the Yan Kingdom were in his hands.

The guard on the left beside the sedan chair looked around and coldly asked:
Who was cursing just now?

The general who had previously uttered a curse was so frightened that he immediately knelt down on the ground, trembling like a leaf, and begged for forgiveness in a trembling voice.

"This humble general, Yan Yi, was unaware of Lord Yan Chun's arrival and has been disrespectful. I hope Your Excellency will forgive my transgressions."

"Oh? It's General Yan."

The cold tone of Yan Chunjun inside the sedan chair startled General Yan, who immediately kowtowed.

"Your humble servant is here; please forgive me, sir."

"What crime do you want me to forgive?"

Yan Chunjun's languid voice carried an indifference to human life.

"Left Guard, tell General Yan what crime he committed."

“As a member of the aristocracy, to insult the royal family is a capital offense.”

Zuo Wei spoke coldly, raising his head arrogantly and looking around at the nobles with disdain.

General Yan was so frightened that he repeatedly begged for mercy: "My lord, please forgive me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zuo Wei drew his sword and pressed it against his neck.

He was so frightened that he trembled all over and dared not speak again.

"Oh no, this is terrible!"

All the nobles were terrified and fell silent.

Yan Chunjun said calmly, "The music and dance of Zhao are unparalleled in the world."

A young man from the state of Yan tried to imitate the walking style of a stranger in Handan, but failed to grasp its essence and became a laughing stock among the seven states.

The Snow Maiden's Zhao dance is unparalleled among all beauties; for the mortals to be fortunate enough to witness it in person is a life without regrets.

"General Yan's rude behavior has really spoiled the elegant atmosphere of Feixue Pavilion tonight."

Although he committed a capital crime, today the master of Feixue Pavilion is Miss Xue Nu.

His fate is up to the Snow Maiden.

Everyone secretly gasped; this Lord Yanchun was far too ruthless.

Letting a dancer decide the life or death of a noble general is bound to offend that noble family, and even the entire noble class, no matter how the decision is made.

At that time, under immense pressure, the Snow Maiden will probably have no choice but to seek refuge with Lord Yanchun and let him manipulate and control her.

What a ruthless fellow, Yan Chunjun! He's truly vicious.

Dongjun Yanfei and the other women looked down at Yanchunjun coldly, their first impression of him was extremely poor.

The Snow Woman is clever and quick-witted, so naturally she wouldn't fall for this trick.

"Yan Chunjun wields immense power. Before Your Excellency, how could Xue Nu, a mere dancer, possibly have the right to make decisions?"

"Moreover, Feixue Pavilion is merely a place for leisure and enjoyment, where politics are not discussed, but only refined tastes are talked about."

This is not a prince's palace or government office, much less an execution ground.

The Snow Maiden's firm words immediately made Dongjun Yanfei and the others nod in approval, showing some appreciation.

The left guard was furious upon hearing this and shouted, "How dare you!"

Yan Chunjun was also a little annoyed. He waved his hand, and the curtain of the sedan chair was pulled open, revealing the old man's mean face.

"Disregarding politics and only discussing refined tastes? Haha."

Yan Chunjun gritted her teeth: "So, it's my fault then?"

The left guard pressed his sword against General Yan's neck, bringing it even closer, as if he were about to slit his throat at any moment.

Lord Yanchun extended his hand, adorned with a jade thumb ring, as if to order his execution.

To everyone's surprise, Lord Yanchun did not order him to be killed, but instead let him go.

General Yan, overjoyed at surviving the ordeal, kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you for your mercy, sir! Thank you for your mercy, sir!"

Chen Hong raised an eyebrow. Clearly, this Yan Chunjun, though wicked, was not stupid.

They also knew they couldn't lose the hearts of the gentry, since the royal family and the gentry were actually in cahoots.

"I have long heard of a remarkable woman in Feixue Pavilion, who is extraordinary and otherworldly. Seeing her today, I can confirm that her reputation is well-deserved."

Yan Chunjun continued his attack, waving his hand, and someone handed him a wine cup and a wine pot, pouring him a cup of wine to drink.

"This wine is called Guanghan Guang. It is a fine wine made from rare fruits from the Western Regions. Even the wines in the palace do not have such an intoxicating taste."

"Guards, bestow wine upon Miss Xue Nu to taste."

Everyone was talking about it.

"Although the wine is good, it is not something you should drink."

What's so special about this wine?

“In the Yan Kingdom, it is an open secret that if Lord Yanchun bestows wine upon a woman, it means he wants her whole body.”

"This... like this, then the Snow Woman..."

Chen Hong, Yan Fei, Ehuang Nüying, Madam Hu, Hu Meiren, and Yan Lingji all turned cold as they looked at Yan Chunjun.

How many women did Lord Yanchun force to become his playthings by relying on his power?
It's utterly hateful.

(End of this chapter)