Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 435 Secret
Hearing Ying Baoyue's words, the old tailor was taken aback for a moment. He heard the reputation and looked over, finally "seeing" her.

"His Royal Highness? What did you say?"

The old man frowned and looked at the girl sitting under the eaves of the corridor, a trace of arrogance flashed in his cloudy old eyes, and he laughed.

"Your Highness, the sacrificial clothes are not the dresses you usually wear. This is not nonsense. They all have to conform to the design drawings in the ritual book, but the drawings of the sacrificial clothes worn by women have long been burned..."

"I only heard that tailors work with needlework," but at this moment the calm female voice sounded again, and Ying Baoyue looked at the wrinkled old man and said lightly, "But old man, you seem to be more Clothes, focus on something else."

The old tailor was taken aback when he heard this.

"Are you a craftsman or an old man from the former Qin Dynasty? I think it's best to think clearly," Ying Baoyue said quietly, looking at the calluses on the old man's fingers, "Don't waste most of your life on what you've been doing."

"Little old man..." The old man who had been reprimanding others for the rest of his life opened his eyes wide in astonishment, feeling a little embarrassed for the first time.

"If the old man still thinks you are a craftsman, don't say so much, you have nothing," Ying Baoyue said lightly.

Ying Xun opened his eyes wide, watching the old man who had been annoying him lose his voice for the first time.

"If I say I know, I know. There is no need to pretend to know." The girl on the veranda stood up, "I will draw the drawings."

"Just do it."

……

……

The air was filled with the scent of ink. Looking at the shape of the sacrificial clothes hanging on the wall that was gradually outlined, the hands of the originally arrogant old man gradually trembled.

Under the pen of the girl, a solemn sacrificial dress that conforms to the ritual system of the former Qin Dynasty was drawn little by little.

Every detail has been carefully detailed, and no one will doubt that this dress really existed in the world.

Ying Xun also stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

When he was young, he seemed to have seen a woman's sacrificial attire.

Although it was different from what Ying Baoyue drew in front of him, for some reason, a young girl in sacrificial attire appeared in front of him.

"Don't go."

When he was young, he used to stumble after that person's clothes, but she didn't look back.

"Young Master?" The old tailor shouted, and it was only then that Ying Xun came back to his senses.

"How about it, can it be done?" Ying Xun coughed and said lightly.

"This..." The old tailor hesitated to speak, "The style of this sacrificial dress is still a bit..."

"Old man, although you are old, you are not the only one who has seen some clothes." Ying Baoyue hung up the pen on the curtain, turned around and looked at the stammering old man with a sudden smile, "It's better if you think about it clearly."

Just such a sentence, the old man's cloudy pupils shrank, and he became depressed the next moment.

That's right, he has seen such a sacrificial costume.Although the painting of this woman is more complicated and solemn, it is hard to imagine the circumstances under which it is necessary to be so grand, but he did see similar ones when he was young.

In other words, this sacrificial clothing should have really existed.

What really exists may have been seen by others.

Although there should not be many such people, it is very likely that people of his age who have been in and out of the court have seen them.This made it difficult for him to lie for a while. If this woman said so, if Young Master Ying Xun took this portrait to ask others, he might reveal his truth.

If he is found out, he will lose all his old face in this life.

Looking at the girl standing quietly beside the painting, and remembering the explanation of the former Qin veteran who sent him here, the old man's heart shivered.

It's not that he didn't want to stop it, it's that he never thought about it, how could a teenage girl know the style of a sacrificial dress that was older than herself?
"Little old man..." Looking at the girl's eyes that seemed to know everything, the old man flinched and said dejectedly, "Little old man has indeed seen such a sacrificial dress before."

"Where did Her Royal Highness know about it?" the old man asked unwillingly.

At this young girl's age, it shouldn't be!She shouldn't know!
"When I was young, I knocked down a scroll in the secret room of the palace, and this dress was painted on it," Ying Baoyue said nonsense solemnly, watching the old man write lightly, "I am afraid that the destruction was not thorough enough back then."

After Ying Hanri succeeded to the throne, he wantonly destroyed the records related to the senior commander and the minor commander in the palace. This old man also relied on this matter to face the young Ying Xun so he dared to pretend to be ignorant.After all, these old people probably thought that there was no record, and it was up to their mood to fool the young master.

The old man gritted his teeth when he heard the words. This reason is difficult to refute and difficult to prove. He did not expect that he would fall into the hands of this vase princess today.

Ying Xun on the side opened his eyes wide in surprise as he looked at the docile old man.A knowing smile appeared on the corner of Ying Baoyue's mouth.

It seems that she guessed well.

The clothes do exist.

After all, she still wears it.

The sacrificial dress she drew was exactly the one she wore in the coffin.

Because she didn't want people to associate her current identity with that of Shao Si Ming, Ying Baoyue didn't draw the one she used to wear, but chose the one she had seen once but was unfamiliar with in memory.

Fortunately, she was right. Although the tailor hired by the former Qin Yi Lao had a lot of work, he was quite knowledgeable at this age.

A younger tailor might not be able to recognize this dress.

However, at this moment, the footsteps of a person taking a step back suddenly came from behind Ying Baoyue.

"This is..." A woman's trembling voice came from behind.

Ying Baoyue turned her head, looked at the female officer Yao who was staring at the painting for some reason, and asked with some doubts, "Aunt Yao, what's wrong with you?"

"Slave..."

Ms. Yao subconsciously touched the kit beside her waist, and she calmed down only after touching the kit that she had touched countless times.

The woman held the kit in her hand, looked at Ying Baoyue and forced a smile, "Your servant is fine."

"How many times have I told you, don't call yourself a slave girl," Ying Baoyue smiled helplessly, followed Lady Yao to look at the kit beside her waist, and said with great interest.

"By the way, you've always carried this kit with you."

Ying Baoyue still remembers the first time she met Lady Yao in Afang Palace, she was being attacked by other court ladies.However, even though the woman was beaten to the ground and rolled on the ground, she still tightly guarded the kit around her waist.

"This kit is..." Ying Baoyue told Ms. Yao before that she would not know what's inside, after all, everyone has secrets.But she was very curious about how this kit, which Ms. Yao regarded as her life, came from.

"It was left to me by a very important person," Ms. Yao calmed down and forced a smile.

"I see," Ying Baoyue nodded, without further questioning, turned around and walked to the wall to take off the drawn picture and roll it up.

Beside her, Ms. Yao stared blankly at the picture scroll that was rolled up little by little in front of her eyes.

"Your Highness, let me do it," after a moment of stupefaction, she hurriedly stepped forward to help Ying Baoyue roll up the scroll, and handed it to a tailor who was unwilling but could only admit defeat.

Looking at the scroll in her hand, Ms. Yao kept her doubts in her heart.

For some reason, the clothes in this painting seemed familiar to her.

……

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"The issue of sacrificial uniforms seems to be settled," Ying Baoyue walked to the courtyard, looked at the other former Qin practitioners who came, and turned to look at Ying Xun and asked.

"Then the most important sacrificial dance, have you decided what to dance?"

Ying Xun looked at Ying Baoyue and thought for a while, "I looked at the records of previous years, and the former Qin Dynasty all danced big dances."

Ying Baoyue was slightly taken aback when she heard the words.

big dance.

Dawu is a sacrificial dance left over from the previous Zhou Dynasty, and it is usually performed by adult children of nobles who have been crowned.

"Is it all dances?" Ying Baoyue looked at Ying Xun and asked.

Dawu is the highest level of music in the ancient Zhou Dynasty, and it is also called "Six Music". It is called "Wen Wu", because of its solemnity and solemnity, it is the most danced in sacrifices.

"Well," Ying Xun nodded and said, "So this time we'll choose one from "Cloud Gate", "Daxian", "Dashao" and "Great Summer"..."

However, at this moment, the boy's voice paused because he saw the girl in front of him shake her head suddenly.

"Cousin," Ying Baoyue said quietly, "I want to dance something different this time."

She looked into Ying Xun's eyes and smiled.

"Let's do the 'Martial Dance'."

　According to ancient records, the highest level of music in the Zhou Dynasty was Liuwu, among which "Yunmen", "Daxian", "Dashao" and "Daxia" were composed by the Yellow Emperor when he came to Yu, and they were called "Wenwu".

　　The next chapter of "Martial Dance" will reveal what it is.

　　"Teach the sons of the country with music and dance, and dance "Cloud Gate", "Da Juan", "Da Xian", "Da Qing", "Da Xia", "Da Huan" and "Da Wu". happy":
　　Zheng Xuan's note: "Tang Le Ye in "Da Sui"."

　　"The Yellow Emperor has "Xianchi", Yao has "Da Zhang", Shun has "Da Shao", Yu has "Great Xia", Tang has "Da Sui", King Wu and Duke Zhou wrote "Wu". "

　　
　
(End of this chapter)