After finishing on the erhu, the Minister of the Court of Sacrificial Worship sat down to play the guzheng.
He poured himself into the performance, and his technique was excellent. The erhu and pipa duet left its lingering notes curling around the rafters.
He truly was a man of many talents.
Beside him, the Empress Dowager employed her seductive arts, flirting and enticing him every way she could!
[Holy shit, he didn't even crack up at this!]
[Clap, clap, clap-]
[Professional! Fucking professional!]
Jian Ruonan gave the Minister of the Court of Sacrificial Worship three hearty claps in her mind.
[What does the Court of Sacrificial Worship do? Ohhh, so it oversees rites and music-song-and-dance performances. No wonder Qin Guangzu is so multitalented!]
Emperor Deyuan: "..."
The Court of Sacrificial Worship oversaw rites and music, with the emphasis on rites and sacrifices. Music was only part of its duties!
The Minister of the Court of Sacrificial Worship was handsome, too-a distinguished old man with a magnificent long beard, every strand seemingly trimmed with painstaking care.
The only downside was the Empress Dowager's elderly voice, which sounded as though it had been rubbed with sandpaper. It really shattered the illusion.
It had "Am I beautiful, am I beautiful?" playing on an endless loop in Jian Ruonan's head.
[I really want to whip out a sewing kit, charge in, and sew the Empress Dowager's mouth shut!]
The Six Ministers of the Six Ministries: One more vote for sewing it shut.
Emperor Deyuan: "..."
Let's see who dares sew the Empress Dowager's mouth shut!
The Six Ministers of the Six Ministries: We're only joking along with our estate-confiscating Little Treasure. Don't take it seriously, Your Majesty.
Inside the Buddhist hall.
Before long, Qin Guangzu finally opened his eyes amid the Empress Dowager's singing.