Fei Qian looked around, and as far as he could see, there were small people. These were ordinary people in Pingyang, people watching the excitement. Most of the time, these people were just watching the excitement, and they couldn't understand.

I can't clearly see the exchange of interests at the political level, but no matter what kind of exchange of interests, the ultimate bearers are these bewildered ordinary people watching the excitement.

"grant"

I don’t know when the memorial text was finished. Sima Hui stepped aside and gasped for air. Even Fei Qian could hear the huffing and puffing. Reading it loudly and cadencely for a long time was not an easy task for an elderly person.

Pleasant things.

The sound of bells and drums was loud, and it sounded like the sound of gold and stone killing.

Fei Qian's thoughts were interrupted. He took the scepter representing the governor of Bingzhou and raised it high. The attendants on the side knelt on the ground and raised the lacquer plate with the seal ribbon to their heads.

The golden bell struck, and as the lingering sound lingered, Xun Chen shouted: "Bye"

Lu Bu stood up, and under the leadership of the visitor, walked up to the altar on the first floor, and then performed a simple salute. After that, he walked to the second floor, worshiped again, and finally walked step by step in front of Fei Qian.

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"Dong dong dong..."

When Lu Bu was marching, the drums beat three times, and stopped when Lu Bu climbed the last step. Then, after three breaths of silence, the drums and bells beat together, majestic and passionate, with a simple and magnificent beauty.

Twelve dancers lined up under the altar began to dance the Dawu Dance to the sound of bells and drums in front of the altar. The Dawu Dance is divided into six sections, and Fei Qian has only chosen three of them now.

One is about leading the army out into battle, one is about fierce fighting, and the other is about the triumphant return.

Feiqian is a prince, so he is naturally qualified to enjoy bell music, but his number cannot exceed that of the royal family, that is, he cannot exceed thirty-six people. Of course, when the royal family really puts on a show, it is often not thirty-six, or even three hundred and six.

Ten are possible.

At the end of the martial arts dance, the trumpets and drums sounded in unison, and then stopped at the same time. The only sound between heaven and earth was the sound of the flags and flags flying on the altar in the wind.

Fei Qian held the staff flat with both hands and looked at Lu Bu with a smile.

Lu Bu lowered his head, as if hesitating for a moment, but finally half-knelt down on one knee, took the staff from Fei Qian, then stood up, and immediately an attendant hung the ribbon and sachet around Lu Bu's waist.

Lu Bu turned around and faced the altar. The sound of drumming suddenly started again, accompanied by the cheers of the people under the altar, which seemed to shake the world. The musicians worked hard to play the last movement of the whole session, the Song of the Wind.

"The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, the Weijia sea is coming to return home, and the warriors are safe and guarding the four directions."

The tune of the Da Feng Song, which has been passed down for three to four hundred years, has just started to sing, including the Pingyang officials and ordinary people who are paying tribute, and they can't help but sing along. This song shows the heroic spirit of the entire Han Dynasty and also witnesses the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty.

The man is strong, the woman is tactful, the old man has experienced vicissitudes of life, and the young child is immature. They all sing in unison. Although it is only three sentences long, under the repeated chanting three times, and under the accompaniment of the sounds of bells, drums, gold and jade, there is a majestic atmosphere.

The momentum soared into the sky!

As Lu Bu listened, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He roared loudly and joined in the chorus, "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying. The powerful warriors are returning to their hometown in the sea, and the warriors are guarding the four directions..."

Fei Qian stepped forward, stood beside Lu Bu, stretched out his hand and pointed: "Brother, remember this moment...the cheers of these people are not for your and my official positions, but for...the warriors guarding the four directions! Protect them."

The people are happy!"

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Chapter completed!