I Have A Dual World Seal-Chapter 810: The Song of Everlasting Sorrow

"So, Yang Guifei died?" Wang Xiaowan asked.

Lu Zheng nodded, then shook his head, "However, after the court quelled the chaos, Emperor Ming of Tang sent people to relocate Yang Guifei's remains, but they couldn't find them."

Yi Xiaoqian's eyes lit up, "Didn't die?"

Lu Zheng sighed, "Rumors in unofficial history claim that Yang Guifei faked her death to escape, others say she was taken away by an immortal. There was even a later poet who, inspired by this, wrote a long poem, which became famous... ahem..."

"Taken by an immortal?" Du Yueyao's eyes also lit up, "Indeed, Yang Yuhuan was as beautiful as a celestial immortal, unmatched in music and dance, perhaps an Abnormal Person noticed her, using a Blinding Technique to deceive the world and take her away."

Wang Xiaowan nodded repeatedly, "That should be the case."

But Si Lingxi's attention was on another point, "There's another long poem? Recite it for me."

It was proven that the poems and verses that came from Lu Zheng's mouth were few, but they were all classic masterpieces.

"Uh, actually this is a narrative poem... and has many names... okay, I'll say it..."

Lu Zheng paused, his deep Spiritual Cultivation allowed him to remember every line of "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow" very clearly, but some of the terms and geography still needed slight modifications.

It's too hard for me...

"Emperor Ming was enamored with beauty and aspired for the ultimate beauty, sought for years without success. In the Yang Family, a girl matured, hidden in deep chambers, unknown to people.

Born with natural beauty, hard to abandon, once selected to be by the king's side. With a glance and smile, hundreds of charms emerge, the beauty of the six palaces faded.

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Cloud-like hair, flower-like face, golden steps waving, warm in the lotus canopy on spring nights. Spring nights are bitterly short, rising late in the day, henceforth the king stops attending court early.

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So causing the hearts of parents nationwide, no longer valued sons but daughters.

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The king covered his face, unable to save, looking back at the flowing blood and tears.

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Under Mawei slope, in the dirt, not seeing the jade face, the empty place of death.

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Above reaches the blue void, below sinks into the yellow spring, both places are vast and unseen.

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The wind blows celestial sleeves, fluttering and floating, like the Feathered Robe dance.

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At farewell, earnestly entrusting words, words holding vows, both hearts knew. On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month at Changsheng Hall, whispers spoke in the middle of the night without anyone.

Wishing to be winged birds in heaven, to be intertwined branches on earth. The enduring sky and earth eventually end, this sorrow is eternal without end."

Bai Juyi's "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow," as one of Hua Country's most famous narrative long poems, its historical significance speaks for itself, and with endless famous lines, is called an eternal masterpiece, it would not be excessive. Lu Zheng recited it for a long time.

After the recitation, the scene was again silent.

"With a glance and smile, hundreds of charms emerge, the beauty of the six palaces faded..."

"Wishing to be winged birds in heaven, to be intertwined branches on earth..."

"The enduring sky and earth eventually end, this sorrow is eternal without end..."

The few ladies present, having extraordinary literary attainments, could better feel the impact of this long poem. After listening, they were speechless for a long time, only feeling the endless aftertastes in its phrases.

If the Tang dynasty had the unrivaled pair Li and Du, and the late Tang had the shining little Li and Du, then Bai Juyi was the reigning first of mid-Tang, not to mention his representative work, which could be described as a poem that overwhelmed all.

Lu Zheng turned and saw Liu Qingyan's eyes teary, lost in thought, not knowing what was on her mind.

"Such a poignant love story..."

"Feels no less than Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai."

"This poem is written so beautifully..."

"Just imagine the 'cloud thinks of clothes, flowers think of appearance,' how beautiful must this Yang Guifei be..."

"I really want to see her with my own eyes."

"I feel as if this gentle and charming Yang Guifei has come alive and is standing right in front of us."

"Yes, indeed!"

"I say..." Du Yueyao's eyes shone, "Can we turn this poem into a play?"

Shen Ying's eyes lit up, "That's feasible!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Wang Xiaowan nodded repeatedly, "Such a good poem, not adapting it into a play would be a shame!"

Looking at the excitement in the pond next door, Lu Zheng mused over it, then simply said, "If we want to adapt it into a play, I can help too."

Lu Zheng was born in Qin Province, and the Huaqing Palace Scenic Area's "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow" stage play has a great reputation. Additionally, there's "The Legend of the Long Hatred Song" and "Changsheng Hall" for reference, containing beautiful songs and lyrics, ready for use.

Shen Ying smiled upon hearing this, "Naturally, we can't do without troubling Lu Lang!"

Du Yueyao and Wang Xiaowan clapped and laughed, "That's perfect! We'll help too and can play palace maids!"

Shen Ying's eyes turned gently, "Lu Lang could play Emperor Ming of Tang?"

Lu Zheng was frightened and waved his hand, "Forget it, I think you and Bi Xinyu are performing well, you should team up."

"Who's calling me?"

With a charming inquiry, Bi Xinyu gracefully emerged from the mist, clad in a light green gauze dress, reaching the edge of the hot spring.

"I just arrived at the valley entrance and smelled the sweetness of fruits. I guessed correctly that you're enjoying hot spring baths again." Bi Xinyu laughed, "And what play are you preparing now? How does it compare to 'Liang and Zhu'?"

Liu Qingyan smiled, "A melody of 'The Song of Everlasting Sorrow,' eternally endless. Wait till we return, have Lu Lang transcribe it for you, you'll understand."

"Got it!" Bi Xinyu teased a smile, casting a seductive glance at Lu Zheng, then sashayed past his pool and reached Shen Ying's spring, her figure moved, and the gauze dress slid off by itself, slipping smoothly into the hot spring.

"Oh? Another lady?" Only then did Bi Xinyu notice Si Lingxi, puffing her chest, she proactively greeted, "I'm Bi Xinyu, how may I address you?"

Shen Ying chuckled, introducing, "This is the Master of South Border Phoenix Mountain, Elder Si, you may address her as Palace Master."

Bi Xinyu's face stiffened, her heartbeat paused for a moment, her mind buzzing, feeling a surge of emotion straight to her Celestial Spirit.

"Hee hee!"

"Haha!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, while Bi Xinyu, feeling frantic, quickly stood up, then pondered feeling it awkward, wanting to dress yet sensing it seemed deliberate.

Si Lingxi smiled softly, waving her hand, "Sit down, you're Shen Ying's friend, no need for extra formalities."

"Thank you, Palace Master!" Bi Xinyu quickly bent in greeting, then sat respectfully by the poolside, seeing Shen Ying's teasing glance, she dared not glare back.

Shen Ying smiled, taking the nearby platter of watermelon and grapes, gently pushed it to Bi Xinyu's side, "Have some fruit, later come with us back to Peach Blossom Plain."

"Thank you! Certainly!" Bi Xinyu thanked softly, then picked up a slice of watermelon with two fingers, savoring it with elegance, probably the most ladylike moment of her life.

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Then the ladies discussed the story of Emperor Ming of Tang and Yang Guifei, leaving Bi Xinyu puzzled. However, those poetic verses sounded truly beautiful and moving, she thought no wonder they wanted to adapt it into a play.

A quick end of the late afternoon approached, the hot spring bath reached its limit, everyone decisively bundled Lu Zheng and headed back to Peach Blossom Plain, Shen Ying instructed Xiaocui to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for Lu Zheng to transcribe "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow" again.