20demayo Chapter 375: King Nian Shen's efforts were in vain; a single twitch of the zither strings could
Chapter 375: King Nian Shen's efforts were in vain; a single twitch of the zither strings could
The wind whips up yellow sand, and the grass waves reach the sky.
In the eyes of the Sizi, the bricks, tiles, grass and trees all contain the warmth of a child's heart, and everywhere is a gentle haven to heal wounds!
She had to secretly and clearly confirm in her heart once again: This guy Zi'an... has he really been reborn?!
That taste was extraordinary, like swallowing a small piece of childlike innocence blessed by a shaman, a concentrated essence of the pure vitality of the grassland! It was a healing elixir that went straight to the soul and smoothed out wrinkles!
“Brother, now that I hold the reins of this world, I am not only the Emperor of Heaven, but also your ‘Master of Childlike Innocence’! Every gust of wind, every star, and every brick in this world heals you!”
Her gaze passed over Zi'an's broad shoulders and landed in the very center of the hall.
There, a dragon throne, carved entirely from a single piece of warm and translucent mutton-fat jade, radiates a soft yet dazzling glow under the illumination of countless candles. Could it be that it is itself a source of energy?
The five-clawed golden dragon coiled around the armrest of the dragon throne, its scales clearly defined, its eyes inlaid with two large pigeon-blood rubies, piercing and imposing without being angry.
A heavy purple brocade curtain hung beside the dragon throne, its rich purple color resembling condensed purple aura rising from the east. Intricate star and cloud patterns were embroidered on it with gold and silver threads, exuding a silent nobility and majesty—a color and pattern that only the supreme ruler of heaven and earth could match.
However, Zi'an—the newly crowned "emperor"—was not in a hurry to sit on the throne that symbolized supreme power.
He released his embrace, but still held Zhen Xiaosi's wrist, leading her directly to a seven-stringed zither with an ancient design and a warm, dark purple luster flowing around it beside the dragon throne.
The wood grain of the instrument is as delicate as clouds, with faint natural patterns of lightning strikes, and the strings gleam with the cool luster of ice silk under the light.
Zi'an extended her slender fingers, her fingertips not actually touching the strings, but merely hovering above them, gently brushing them. The movement was elegant and full of control, carrying an air of unparalleled composure.
“The emperor is playing the zither,” he turned his head and gave Zhen Xiaosi a meaningful smile, a smile that contained both imperial majesty and a hint of youthful mischief, “naturally it must have the feel of… the harmony of heaven, earth, and humanity. Hmm, that’s a must.”
With a seemingly casual flick of his fingertips, a clear and ethereal melody flowed from the strings as if it were a tangible thing!
The initial sound of the zither was like the first clear spring water melting from the snow-capped peaks of Kunlun, flowing gently and cleansing the soul;
In an instant, it was like a celestial gale sweeping through the jade palaces, vast and magnificent, stirring the heart.
Ultimately, the music seemed to directly touch the heart, evoking the most hidden resonance deep within the soul—"a clear stream like water, a breeze like the wind, a heart like the heart."
This is no ordinary music.
It is clearly the divine decree of the Great Dao! It is a wisp of heavenly secret revealed when the Heavenly Emperor plucked the strings of destiny!
Wherever the music reached, the magnificent lights in the hall swayed gracefully, and the exotic fragrance in the air became even richer and more intoxicating.
Zhen Xiaosi felt a jolt in her heart, recalling the astonishment she had felt when she stepped into Cuiwei Palace, the bewilderment at her own changes, and even the anxiety she had felt during the day about not having anything to say in her history lesson...
She tried! The essence of herbs contained in that thousand-year-old wild ginseng king was enough to transform a mortal, but when she tried to touch the barrier of space and time, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; the backlash almost tore her meridians apart! That was not a key at all!
At this moment, watch as Zi'an's slender fingers reach out towards the strings and gently guide them!
A thought flashed through my mind—could it be…
A clear and ethereal melody flowed forth, like a potent elixir! It was like the icy marrow of Kunlun dripping onto the soul, melodious and gentle.
In an instant, it transformed into a fierce wind that shook the heavens, vast and powerful.
Ultimately, it strikes at the heartstrings—"The highest good is like water, which benefits all things and is as gentle as the wind in the universe, reflecting the profound mystery within!"
That music!
Zhen Xiaosi's soul was stirred! Unlike the wild ginseng's brute force, it gently yet irresistibly enveloped and guided her consciousness, as if it were a preordained journey home!
All her complicated emotions were gently soothed and cleansed by the soul-stirring music, gradually fading away... even enough to make her temporarily ignore them...
When I first stepped into this Cuiwei Palace, a lingering, absurd doubt lingered deep within me—a doubt that I might have "entered the wrong time portal"...
The door to that "paradise" that had been tightly shut to her had finally opened a crack for her!