Chapter 411: Zither and Flute Harmony!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As soon as these words were spoken.
Fifth Senior Sister Dongfang Xueyan’s face instantly turned red.
Dongfang Xueyan’s previous name was Li Shiyan, and now that she had returned to the Nanxuan Kingdom, she had changed her original name back to Dongfang Xueyan.
“Little junior brother, you…are you really willing to marry me?” Dongfang Xueyan looked at Ye Chen and asked.
“Of course I’m willing!” Ye Chen immediately said as he looked at Fifth Senior Sister.
Without the slightest hesitation.
At this moment, Fifth Senior Sister’s face was flushed red.
Ye Chen smiled.
At this moment, Zhu Qinghe immediately said, “Princess, I don’t care how you want to deal with the Nanxuan Kingdom, but right now, the overall situation of the Nanxuan Kingdom is still uncertain. After Zhang Tiancheng’s death, someone must definitely take control of the overall situation.
“Right now, if Ye Chen were to succeed the throne, it would still be a little unsuitable. So right now, Princess, please succeed the throne!”
Dongfang Xueyan nodded and said, “In that case, I can only temporarily act as the Empress of the Donghuang Kingdom. When the time comes, I’ll hand everything over to little junior brother!”
Ye Chen nodded.
A few days later, Dongfang Xueyan held a succession ceremony.
Ye Chen had Luo Shuihan and the others lead the army back to the Eastern Imperial Kingdom.
As for himself, no matter what, he would have to wait until his Fifth Senior Sister succeeded the throne before he could return.
Moreover, the civil strife in Nanxuan Kingdom might not be as simple as that.
His Fifth Senior Sister was a woman, and it was very likely that many people would be unconvinced by her succession. Therefore, it was very likely that the succession ceremony would not be so simple.
Therefore, Ye Chen had to stay here to ensure that the succession ceremony would be held smoothly.
Nanxuan Kingdom.
In a large hall.
Fifth Senior Sister Dongfang Xueyan slowly sat down cross-legged.
Ye Chen’s gaze was calm as he sat opposite Fifth Senior Sister.
“Little junior brother, it’s been a long time since we’ve been together!” Li Shiyan said.
In front of Ye Chen, she was not the high and mighty Empress Dongfang Xueyan, but Ye Chen’s Fifth Senior Sister, Li Shiyan.
Ye Chen nodded and said, “Ever since you guys left back then, we haven’t seen each other again.”
“All these years, I’ve always wanted to return to the Immortal Destiny Holy Land to visit you. However, the Imperial City is busy and I’ve never had the chance,” Li Shiyan said as she looked at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen slowly sat down and looked at his Fifth Senior Sister, “You know, senior sister, I won’t mind.”
“Right now, you are the Emperor of the Eastern Imperial Kingdom, and I am the Empress of the Nanxuan Kingdom. I didn’t expect that after not seeing you for a few years, we would actually undergo such a huge change.” Li Shiyan sighed.
Ye Chen looked at Fifth Senior Sister and immediately said, “Senior sister, no matter how our identities change, our relationship will never change. You will always be my senior sister, and I will always be your junior brother. Also, my feelings for you will never change!”
As soon as she said this, Li Shiyan’s face immediately flushed red.
“Little junior brother, it’s been a long time since we played together, right?” Fifth Senior Sister looked at Ye Chen and asked.
Ye Chen immediately nodded and said, “Yes, it’s been a long time!”
At this moment, Fifth Senior Sister Li Shiyan waved her hand, and a white jade zither appeared in front of her.
Ye Chen also stretched out his hand.
A white jade flute appeared in Ye Chen’s hand.
Li Shiyan began to play the zither.
Ye Chen sat at the side and began to play the flute.
Beautiful music immediately sounded out. The zither and flute chimed together, and it was a wonderful feeling!
The zither was quiet and serene, while the flute’s sound was light and melodious. This kind of difference could easily construct a vision of mountains and fog, mountains and peaks, idyllic clouds and wild cranes, wandering old monks, and sunset flowers shining on the water.
Behind the sound of the zither and flute, it came slowly with sound as a pen!
The sound of the flute was clear as the blue sky, and the zither was deep and majestic as the earth. Heaven and earth were harmonious, and all things were peaceful.
The structure of the zither was deep and majestic and could carry all things. However, the sound of the zither was loose, quiet, light, and distant, just like the gentle feelings of a gentleman.
The sound of the flute was boundless and unbridled, galloping in all directions. However, the sound of the flute was elegant and did not lack power. No matter how you listened, you could smell the thick smell of Tai Chi. It could always make people focus and calm their mind, making them detached from the outside world.
Since ancient times, the zither and flute ensemble had been considered a perfect match. That was, the sound of the zither and the sound of the flute sounded together. The perfect combination made people intoxicated.
Within the sound of the zither and flute.
Ye Chen suddenly discovered a type of Dao.
That was right, it was Dao again!
Ye Chen immediately closed his eyes and felt this type of Dao.
For Ye Chen, at the Transcending Tribulation Realm, he could no longer use pure moves. More importantly, he could understand the Dao of all things.
For example, the yin-yang sword principle that Ye Chen and his Second Senior Sister cultivated.
The sword was divided into yin and yang. Within the sword principle, there were 3,000 variations of sword moves. This was also the difference between Dao and moves.
Sword moves, within a move, there was also a variation.
And Dao was the fusion of countless sword moves.
The Great Dao was the fusion of all kinds of Dao.
But the current Ye Chen had only touched the threshold of Dao, let alone the Great Dao. It was still far away.
Ye Chen was comprehending the music theory of the zither and flute.
One had to know.
Music theory was not so simple.
Music could kill people, save people, and even control others mentally…
Ye Chen felt the Great Dao and gradually integrated the Dao of music theory into his own Dao.
At this time, Ye Chen seemed to have arrived at an unfamiliar scene.
This was a small lake.
He and his Fifth Senior Sister had arrived here.
The two of them were in the pavilion at the center of the lake. There was Xiao Heming, and between his brows and eyes was a relaxed expression. Heaven and earth were in his embrace, and everything was so clean and elegant. It was in the style of a guqin.
As they walked leisurely along the long corridor of time, the gentle drizzle was like a dream. They believed deeply that at the bottom of their hearts, there was a place where they could stop. They could turn themselves into a small boat and wander around, forgetting all their sadness.
The zither zen was dull. The melody seemed to be the voice that penetrated through time and space, but it was also like the clear and elegant flow of a mountain stream. The female voice that came from the empty valley was as exquisite and clear as a piece of unpolished jade, with a clear light.
There was Xiao He Ming, and the space between his eyebrows was full of relaxed looks. The world was in his arms, and everything was so clean and elegant. The lingering charm was not only the style of a zither but also the realm of the tea zen.
Leaning against the window alone, pouring a cup of tea, the raindrops quietly played the music, and the breeze slowly lifted the curtain of memories. Stroking the passing years of the zither, loneliness condensed into a line of tears between the heart, dense time, stained the dust of a lifetime old dream.
The sound of the zither fell on a quiet night, dripping on the faint stamen of flowers. Outside the window, the passing years of the zither and lute, wrapped in the rain with sadness, a trace of coolness seeped into the heart, turned around and left the tears, dissolved into the raindrops, dissolved into the sound of the zither, dissolved into the dust dream.
Wandering in the mortal world, cut off the shallow edge, Mo Tianya. Playing the zither alone, wiped the strings, sound clear, the body of the zither reflects the past face, red lips gently open, low singing, a section of the zither, sound into the heart.
Wisps of hidden fragrance entered one’s heart and drifted down along with the raindrops. Drip, drip, drip. It came late. The ethereal sound came from afar, and the flat and toned melody trudged through one’s heart.
The light sound of the zither spoke of all kinds of amorous feelings. The hidden fragrance was concentrated on one’s heart. The flowers of time bloomed to the brim, and the silhouette dancing with the wind accompanied the beautiful memories into one’s dreams.
The two of them were in the lake. The surrounding fog was rising, and it was like a fairyland!