The wheels kept rolling forward, crushing the fine gravel on the roadside over and over again, making a creaking sound.
It was completely silent, except for the sound of the rope rubbing, the rustle of footsteps, and the sound of wheels rolling forward, crushing stones.
A clear and melodious female voice suddenly lit up, as bright as the bright moon hanging in the sky.
Accompanied by the sound of the flute, the long, low and long sound merges with the sound of the xun.
The cold wind blows one after another, straight into the heart and deep into the bone marrow.
The white clothes are raised and the sleeves of the skirt are billowing.
Two rows of palace attendants surrounding the coffin sang in unison
"The dew on the leaves is so beautiful."
The cold wind penetrated through the Xiao hole, making several trembling sounds.
After a few seconds of pause, the surroundings returned to their usual calm.
The wind blows directly into one's face.
Gong Ling, who was standing at the front, the white jade pendant on her body jingled, she took a deep breath of cold air and slowly sang: "Lu Xi will fall again tomorrow, when will you return after death."
Her voice is not high but every word touches people's hearts. Her voice is not as clear and crisp as other palace actresses. On the contrary, her voice is low, but it is also very comfortable to the ears.
Sad but not sad.
The palace maid in white behind her waited until her voice fell for a few seconds and then shook the bell.
"Ding-ding-"
Two crisp sounds.
Suddenly, all the palace maids and the grooms holding the coffin began to sing together.
"The dew on the leaves is so beautiful.
Lu Xi will fall again in the Ming Dynasty. When will people return after death?
Lu Xi will fall again in the Ming Dynasty. When will people return after death? "
Gong Ling, who was at the front, suddenly burst into tears.
If she had known better, she would not have taught others to sing elegy.
Sing back and forth, singing along with yourself.