Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 82
At the east end of the second floor, next to the courtyard, a girl with a high crown and a bodhisattva holds a pipa in her arms, with a calm expression.

He plucked the strings in his hand, but it was full of killing sounds.

The sound of the pipa pierces the depths of the soul.

No matter whether you are a high-ranking official or a nobleman, or you are a trafficker or a pawn, no matter whether you can understand the rhythm or not, what kind of life encounters you have, you are all addicted to it and cannot extricate yourself.

After a long time, a music feast that lasted from the majesty of swords and swords to the death of tens of thousands of horses finally came to an end. Gao Feng's clothes were already wet with sweat, his mind went blank, and he couldn't speak a word at all.

Xue Liniang propped herself up on the table weakly, a hint of shock finally appeared on her face, but she was more at a loss.

"it is good!"

"At the beginning, 'Quick Sweeping' is the first to catch people's attention. I think this song can at least win five flowers."

"Qinxian's outfit today is also extremely beautiful, even though she's gone without the wreath, she still looks beautiful."

"Speaking of outfits, yesterday's song is chivalrous and tender. It is extremely moving. The blue sea is full of waves, and the bright moon bows its head. From emotion to technique, everything is astounding."

In Zuihualou, a group of diners, regardless of high or low, were talking about it, even the waiter in the shop could say a few words.

Gao Feng listened and nodded in a daze, woke up after a while, couldn't help but look down at the teacup, maybe what he drank was not tea, but spirits, and everything was just a hallucination at this time.

Whenever even the waiters and the sweepers can comment on the piano music, and there is some truth in what they say.

In fact, it's not that everyone suddenly learned to be rich and proficient in rhythm. Now, at least a small half of everyone's 'exporting' pot has to be pinned on Gu Xiang's head.

Gu Xiang had suffered from impulsive buying before, but this time he was already very cautious, but he didn't expect that the system mall would still be so inappropriate.

She bought this group of piano attendants because she was planning to entertain the Liu family brothers at the banquet, so she shouldn't show her timidity first.

Anyway, it is also covered with a layer of hidden forces.

The result is good. There are four piano attendants in total. They are all alive, each with their own temperament and pride. They all want to compete to be the chief luthier of the dance. Ask Gu Xiang who has the highest skill.

Gu Xiang: "..."

The system has displayed [Invitation has been distributed. 】

'Masquerade' can start anytime.

Gu Xiang paid close attention to the mental state of the Liu family brothers, and was ready for the banquet, but the battle between the piano servants became more and more intense.

It's not that she can't appreciate music at all, and she is also happy when she hears melodious tunes.

It's just that it's okay for her to listen, and it's a bit difficult for her to judge the good and the bad, and tell the truth of one, two, three, four, five.

But the four qin waiters worked so hard and looked forward to it, and it seemed perfunctory and shabby to send people off with only "good sound".

Really helpless, Gu Xiang racked his brains to come up with a few panacea commentary methods, and when he saw which piece of music fit, he applied it to that piece of music.

This set, Gu Xiang was so amused that he couldn't help laughing.

Whenever she makes a comment, the performer will naturally change the music, ensuring that every comment she makes is on point.

Gu Xiang: If this continues, she might swell to the point where even the earth can't hold her.

It wasn't just Gu Xiang who found it interesting. The music was accompanied by a large crowd of onlookers. I don't know how many dignitaries from the family came to visit and expressed their admiration.

Gu Xiang: She suspects that these people pay attention to them so quickly, more than half of the reasons are Liu Huang, the iron-faced censor.

Liu Huang now comes here every now and then to inquire about the enemy's situation. His purpose is obvious, but it falls into the eyes of others. How can Gu Xiang's sales home not be eye-catching?
Who is Liu Huang?If an old official found a treasure outside and wanted to present it to His Majesty, the emperor would ask first, "Did Liu Qing see it?" '

It's definitely not easy for a hard-headed, workaholic like him to go out of business and want to visit every day.

Everyone naturally stared with one eye.

As soon as you paid attention, you naturally noticed the sound of the music, and you were all shocked.

When it comes to piano art, these four can be called masters.

Most of the famous qin masters in the court who are famous for their qin art are old and of high status, and they seldom play in public places, let alone come to Ancheng. The traffickers and pawns all sighed when they heard this.

The children in the sales house are still young, and they have to do things and read books every day. The music of the piano is together. Firstly, the children are distracted, and secondly, there are always idle people waiting to watch. Gu Xiang does not want their lives to be disturbed, and there is no need to specialize If you rent a house, you simply look for private rooms in restaurants and other places, just for entertainment.

Sitting on the balcony, drinking a glass of warm wine, the luthier with excellent piano skills is dedicated to serving you, and you can listen to whatever music you want, how beautiful is it?

As a result, one after another, the piano music that could last forever appeared, causing a sensation in the restaurants and restaurants in Ancheng.

The several qin attendants are all approachable characters, and the more relaxed the common people are in front of them, they all imitate Gu Xiang's practice. After each qin master plays, he imitates her comment method and sincerely praises a few words, and the comments are very good. It's becoming more and more similar.

Then one day, a great Confucian came to Ancheng, and happened to play the qin, and the passing people heard it unintentionally, and they stopped to listen, and the comment was quite innovative, and he had to sigh: Ancheng people are good at the qin, and their elegance is the best. contemporary.

Gu Xiang: Thanks to the vast number of netizens for summarizing, there are thousands of jack-of-all-trades comments!
At this moment, when the piano attendant A Wan finished playing a song, the audience was filled with awe.

Those who can praise at the first time are mostly ordinary people who don't have a good sense of rhythm. Even though they feel very good, they feel that the pores of their bodies are stretched out, and they are extremely happy. Bumped, and was startled by the murderous aura rushing towards his face, his eyes were completely dark, and he couldn't utter half a word.

Gao Feng is the youngest son of the Gao family. He has been favored by his elders since he was a child. He has traveled all over Goulan and tiles in the capital. Appreciate a few feet wrapped around the head, just give a compliment.

But today, in a remote small town, in a small restaurant that is only two floors high, after listening to this song, he dare not comment a word.

Gao Feng got up and opened the door, and the guests in the private seats generally looked up at the many private rooms around.

Seeing that the girl's voice was unfamiliar and her temperament was high-spirited, Gao Feng didn't feel surprised, but the expression on her face was more solemn.

The melody is so majestic and magnificent, it must be a high-level apprentice that everyone has cultivated with all their heart, not those pipa girls who are performing arts.

While Gao Feng was pondering, he heard someone beside him shouting: "This is a good pipa. Goulan Washe's tunes are either sad or melancholy. What's there to listen to!"

His heart skipped a beat: "Really Zhang!"

Daoist Zhang stared angrily at the private room not far away.

The little Taoist boy next to him is going crazy: You go to Goulan Washe to listen to other oirans play the pipa, but you have the nerve to say it in public!
(End of this chapter)