Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1097: Qin Kills
"you……"

The dull-eyed luthier slowly raised his head and looked at Ying Baoyue who was standing beside him. He opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment he suddenly fainted and fell down on the piano, making a noise.

"Her, what did she do?"

"When did she run up there?"

Seeing Ying Baoyue appearing in the music booth, everyone in the audience was stunned, and the expression of the musicians in the music booth changed from shock at the beginning to humiliation.

How could a candidate break into the music booth while another candidate was on the stage?
"What are you doing?"

One of the oldest music officials stood up, his eyes flicked across the fainted luthier's face, and he frowned and looked at Ying Baoyue with a bad expression.

"This is not where you should be, get out!"

Even though the girl in front of her is a princess, she is a princess from another country. These court musicians are descended from generations of aristocratic families and have their own pride.

"Even the music officials dare to yell at her," Chen Zichu, who was standing in the audience, came out of the shock and shook his head, "Is she the worst princess?"

"Only when Changle is here, they will be more polite, but they will not allow anyone to intrude into their territory," Zhao Guang said quietly, "These music officials have very strong self-esteem."

Either they are not required to play, or only they are used to play. The court music is different from the music in the teaching workshop and wine shop. What they make is ritual music, and the musicians who play are all officials who have been in official positions for generations.

These musicians are difficult to manage, their eyes are above the top, and they only respect the royal family and aristocratic families of their own country.

What's more, Ying Baoyue's actions at this time are really shocking.

"Get out of the way, don't interfere with Chunhua-jun's dance music! Otherwise, I will call the examiner!"

The leading senior music official became more and more angry, Ji Jiashu stood motionless in the middle of the stage with his sword in hand, and the audience who hadn't walked out of his dance music became more and more irritable, and the voice of discussion watching Ying Baoyue became louder.

"I'm not trying to interfere," Ying Baoyue said softly, "Your luthier can no longer play."

"So what if you can't?" The grey-haired old music official widened his eyes, "Then it's not up to the practitioners participating in the battle to intervene. Who knows if you are trying to interfere with the opponent?"

In his opinion, these young practitioners are just beginners in the way of music. Even if there are occasionally a few geniuses like the Beihan Pavilion disciples, they can only play ordinary dance music, not worthy of it. A sword dance like Mr. Shangchunhua!

It's just a woman who actually wants to play the sacred court ritual music?

There are dancers in the court, but they are all the men of the family who have been passed down from generation to generation, not the things in those brothels and Chu halls!

"Can the former Qin princess figure out where this is?" The old music official sneered arrogantly, "This is not a music workshop, and we are not those lowly performers."

"You want to play with us, but I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

Ying Baoyue stood in front of the piano and did not move. At this time, two servants hurried up to the stage and walked away the fainted musician in front of the piano. Ying Baoyue looked down at the broken string and blood-spattered piano.

The rest of the musicians in the music booth tightly hugged the instruments in their hands, looked at her as if they were an offender, and watched Ying Baoyue stand still, just when the old music official was about to continue to yell at her , but suddenly felt a cold gaze hit him.

The old music official froze, raised his head in astonishment, and met the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi who was standing silently by the stage in the distance.

"Zhao, Mr. Zhaohua..."

The man in Tsing Yi never left the waiting area where he was standing, but just such a glance made the old music official feel cold all over his body.

That look is...

In this emptiness, Ying Baoyue's hand fell on the piano.

"Hey, what are you doing, hurry up..." The old music official came back to his senses and was about to speak, but his words stopped in his mouth.

Because a touch of higher-pitched music interrupted him.

"Why don't you understand?"

Standing in front of that piano, Ying Baoyue looked back at the musicians holding the instruments, "It's not that I can't keep up with you."

She spoke softly.

"You guys can't keep up with me."

The next moment, her fingers landed on the strings.

The sharp sound of crying blood suddenly pierced the sky, and the people in the audience covered their ears one after another.

"What is she doing?"

"Is this nonsense? Does she really know how to play the piano?"

Everyone screamed and opened their mouths wide to shout, but the next moment everyone's voices were blocked in their throats, because the waves of sound swallowed them.

Just after the sharp cracking sound, the sound of the zither came overwhelming.

……

……

It's really overwhelming.

After dialing out the sharp sound, Ying Baoyue turned around and sat down beside the piano.

Some musicians wanted to stop her, but before they could open their mouths, they were hit by the burst of music. Everyone stared blankly at the woman sitting in front of the piano with a broken string, and couldn't think of the broken string. How does the piano with one string play such a passionate and intense music.

The sound of the piano is endless, and the world is silent.

Chen Zichu, Zhao Guang and others stood under the stage, staring blankly at the girl playing the piano with her head bowed.

The sound of the piano, so it is such a thing?

They didn't have time to sigh that Ying Baoyue really knew how to play the piano, because at this moment, Ji Jiashu, who had been standing motionless in the center of the stage, moved.

Just when the girl's piano sound reached its peak, the long sword in the boy's hand stabbed at the highest point!

"Mr. Chunhua!"

Everyone cheered, and once again entered another world. In the extremely brilliant sound of the piano, the young man's sword light and the sound of the piano together weaved a world that people will never forget.

In the eyes of some people, this scene has a different meaning.

"She, is she playing the piano?"

On the examiner's high platform, Qian Bofang stood beside Wang Jiuyuan, looking at the girl in the music shed at the corner of the stage with a complicated expression.

Among the people watching the battle, Ji Qingyuan held Ji Ange's hand.

In the team of Beihan Pavilion, He Lancheng found that his sleeve was suddenly pulled by someone.

"Senior brother?" He Lancheng looked sideways, only to see Tuoba Xun who was sitting in a wheelchair and hugged Qin tightly in his arms.

"Is she playing the piano?"

"Yes..." He Lancheng knew who Tuoba Xun was talking about, but they were far away from the high platform, and he could only hear his voice but not see the person. He tiptoed to look and saw the shadowy figure. You can tell who it is.

"She actually played the piano."

Tuoba Xun hugged the Qin tightly in his arms, as if he had received a huge shock.

"Brother?"

He Lancheng did not expect that Tuoba Xun would have such a big reaction. The actions of the former Qin princess were indeed shocking, but Tuoba Xun had always been friends with her, why is he so shocked now?
"You don't know," Tuoba Xun raised his head slightly, "she would never play the piano under normal circumstances."

She won't even touch, anything with strings.

(End of this chapter)