Butterflies in Love with Flowers, the Phoenix Courting Its Mate (continued)
"Don't turn on the lights." Murong Qing's voice came from ahead.
Si Ming looked up and saw a woman with a rosy complexion sitting on the balcony. She was dressed in a dark blue dress and sat cross-legged on a straw mat with a zither on her lap. A pair of small feet in snow-white stockings could be vaguely seen peeking out from under her skirt. Behind her was a bright full moon, and the bright moonlight shone on her.
The bright moon, the beautiful woman, and the guqin created an indescribable and profound scene, leaving Si Ming momentarily stunned.
Murong Qing was wearing the wedding dress worn by women from the Su State. The dress was black, and the trim was orange, with patterns used by the ancients for blessings printed on it.
Many people think of traditional China wedding attire as festive bright red, but that's not actually the case. Wedding attire truly became red starting from the Ming Dynasty. Song Dynasty women's wedding attire was blue, Tang Dynasty women's wedding attire was green, and Qin and Han Dynasties and even earlier were all black. The Mohist School regarded black as noble, so they naturally followed ancient etiquette and used black robes as formal attire for solemn occasions.
Seeing Murong Qing's clothes, Si Ming understood her intention. What puzzled him was that she had a braided hairstyle, which seemed a bit out of place and ruined the ancient style.
Murong Qing silent, plucking the strings of her zither with both hands. A deep, tender, and melodious tune flowed like a stream; it was "Butterfly Loves Flowers."
There is no "Butterfly Lovers" in this world. Moreover, the melody of "Butterfly Lovers" is mainly melancholic, and the ending is tragic. It is not suitable for blessing love. The most suitable songs for women to express love are "Butterfly Murong Qing chose "Butterfly Loves Flowers," which is mainly cheerful.
Si Ming glanced at the other side of the balcony and noticed an ancient zither. He understood the other party's intention, walked over and sat down in front of it. He gently plucked the twenty-five strings with both hands. At first, he was a little rusty and his playing was out of tune with Murong Qing's. However, when he learned various musical instruments from Yuezheng Qiong, the ancient zither was one of them. Therefore, he quickly became familiar with it and his hands were as nimble as butterflies.
Inside the administrator's room, Yao Bilian was enjoying wine alone. She paused for a moment upon hearing music coming from upstairs, but quickly became engrossed in it, sipping her wine and gazing at the moon. Suddenly, she felt herself getting drunk very quickly and couldn't help but exclaim, "Such harmonious music, such a wonderful way to spend time... these young people really know how to have fun..."
Her tone was full of envy; she had never experienced this kind of romance with anyone before. Of course, this kind of romance was not something ordinary people could afford; one needed to have some kind of talent to pull it off.
As the music ended, Murong Qing clapped her hands lightly and recited in a clear voice:
"Zi Xing gazes at the night, the stars are bright. He will soar and fly, hunting ducks and geese."
Let us drink wine and grow old together. With zither and lute in hand, all is peaceful and serene.
Si Ming laughed heartily, picked up the two wine cups that had been prepared and placed to the side, drank the nuptial wine with Murong Qing, and then plucked the strings of the zither and played "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate".
The phoenix is male and the phoenix is female. "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate" is a song in which a man expresses his love to a woman. Compared with the gentleness of "Butterfly Loves Flowers", its sound is passionate and unrestrained, expressing his feelings directly without any concealment. It is a more direct provocation.
Si Ming's sudden enlightenment came into play, and his technique gradually improved. The sound of the strings penetrated his ears and into his heart, gently touching his heart little by little, like a lover whispering sweet nothings in his ear, making him feel both shy and warm.
Inside the administrator's room, Yao Bilian blushed and felt her desire surge. She couldn't help but twist her body, feeling like she was parched and desperately needed rain. She reached out and touched her own body, which was already very wet.
"I'm not listening anymore, I'm not listening anymore! Ugh, what a teasing little devil!"
Yao Bilian closed the window, crawled into bed, and took care of herself.
"There is a beautiful woman, whom I cannot forget once I have seen her. If I do not see her for a day, I am driven mad with longing."
The phoenix soars high, seeking its mate across the four seas. Alas, the fair maiden is not on the eastern wall.
I'll use the zither to express my feelings, to convey my innermost thoughts. When will I be granted permission to meet you, to soothe my anxious heart?
I wish to be worthy of your virtue, to walk hand in hand with you. But if I cannot fly with you, I will perish.
Murong Qing to the music, her blush deepened. Turning her head, she saw her beloved dressed in Baiyi, playing the zither for her under the pale moonlight. His focused expression melted her heart.
Clearly, it's not just men who are visual creatures; women are too. Although Murong Qing doesn't usually judge people by their appearance and focuses more on inner qualities than outward looks, it doesn't mean she can't appreciate things—after all, she studied art.
When the song ended, she turned around, her back to Si Ming, and said, "Untie my hair; now I am your wife."
So that's what braiding meant! Si Ming immediately stepped forward and clumsily untied the other person's braid. Fortunately, Murong Qing didn't deliberately make things difficult for him. After untying one knot, the smooth long hair automatically spread out, like a dark waterfall in the moonlight.
Just as Si Ming was admiring her back view, he saw Murong Qing her flushed face around and say in a dreamy voice, "Silly boy, what are you standing there for? Carry me to bed."
Upon hearing this, Si Ming's breathing became heavy, and he instantly transformed into a giant bear, picking up Murong Qing and heading towards the room. However, in his haste, he tripped over Qin Se, which was placed on the ground, and almost fell over with Murong Qing in his arms.
The guqin and guse are both quite long; the former has seven strings and the latter has twenty-five. When placed together, they fill the entire horizontal space of the balcony.
"Something in the way."
What was once a precious tool for flirting has now become useless and was ruthlessly kicked aside by Si Ming.
Murong Qing punched the other person in the chest with her hand, annoyed, and said, "What's the rush? The person isn't going to run away."
Si Ming casually remarked, "A moment of bliss on the night of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
He hurriedly carried her into the room, closing the balcony door behind him with his heel, and rushed to the bedside to put the beauty down in his arms.
Murong Qing raised her head and said tenderly, "As long as you treat me well in the future, I will be with you for life, never..."
Before she could finish speaking, she felt a chill on her body as Si Ming stripped off her dark blue blouse. She didn't know how he had done it.
Why are you in such a hurry?
Murong Qing gritted her teeth in anger. Everything was going perfectly according to the script before, but now she kept trying to break character, ruining the romantic atmosphere she had worked so hard to create.
Si Ming completely ignored the other person's complaints, because his attention was entirely focused on his eyes, which seemed to be shining as he stared intently at the delicate body on the bed.
After removing her formal dress, Murong Qing put on a bright red silk bodice with a classic embroidered pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water. The bodice was pushed up by her full breasts, which could be grasped in one hand. She paired it with a pair of high-slit shorts of the same material and color. It wasn't so wild, but rather a little timid and joyful.
The beauty lay sprawled on the bed, some of her long, black hair cascading down her chest. The combination of black, white, and red accentuated her fair skin. While her breasts were only of average fullness to begin with, the way she was positioned made her curves appear exceptionally alluring.
The head and hands form a triangle, the shoulders are raised high, and then there is a smooth drop at the slender waist, followed by a large drop at the hips, and then the legs undulate down to the ankles. The curves are natural and have a hint of the allure of the golden ratio.
Murong Qing immediately felt Si Ming's burning gaze. Martial artists are naturally more sensitive to the gaze of others, let alone Si Ming, whose eyes were almost spitting fire. Wherever that fiery gaze fell, the skin there would tighten and then turn a faint red.
Si Ming's rationality was severely tested, and his breathing became extremely rapid. He was about to pounce, but Murong Qing reached out and stopped him.
"Grandma, how about we talk about this another time?" Si Ming pleaded shamelessly.
Although he knew he couldn't possibly out-strengthen his opponent, it would be incredibly rude to resort to force at a time like this. Si Ming tried his best to maintain his last shred of rationality.
"That's your punishment for not listening to me before. I told you to wait, but you were in such a hurry."
"Alright, alright, punishment it is. Tell me, how do you want to punish him?" Now, Si Ming would be willing to Mountain Foot Fire.