The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 52 The Rules of the Tower North

The old man wore an elegant robe, his gray hair was combed back, his face had several layers of wrinkles, but his skin was glowing, his eyes were bright, and his spirit was quite good

"Old Qiu." Ming Qi nodded to him.

When Ming Qi sat down next to him, the old man didn't look back at her.

"What does Qiu Lao want to say?"

Ming Qi looked at him, his ink pupils were silent, and the words came out of his mouth with a single shot.

Qiuru was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently, with nostalgia in his voice: "You and your father are really similar."

Ming Qi intuitively felt that there was something in his words.

But Qiu Ru changed the subject, he looked at Ming Qi with frank eyes: "I am ashamed to say it."

"The last time I was in the live broadcast room, it was because of Xu Liu's master, Master Deng Shuwen, who came here because of his reputation. I didn't expect to hear Miss Ming's Xunle."

He sighed: "It's rare to hear such Xun music in the world."

"Old man Qiu praised you absurdly." Ming Qi replied politely.

"The old man has forgotten the last song for a long time. I wonder if there will be a chance to hear Miss Ming play another song this time?"

Qiu Ru asked in a gentle voice with sincere eyes.

Ming Qi pulled up his coat: "I didn't bring the ancient Xun today, I'm afraid I can't do it."

Qiu Ru said with a smile, "It's okay, I've prepared it here."

He waved, and a waiter came up with a brocade box.

Ming Qi looked sideways at the window.

They sat by the window. Different from the restrained decoration of the simple and simple wood color, a large floor-to-ceiling window was made here, and the wild scenery around them can be seen in a panoramic view.

And because it is on the top of the mountain, the entire Heshan Mountain can be overlooked from this window, and the view is quite open and high.

Ming Qi turned his head, put his slender hand into a fist and coughed softly between his lips: "Old Qiu, it has been frosty and cold these days, and I accidentally got cold in the morning, I really can't play the ancient xun now."

Qiu Ru looked at her, and Ming Qi looked at him frankly.

"Okay then," the old man seemed to have regrets, but he still thoughtfully asked the ancient Xun to be taken away and retreated.

The two quietly watched the scenery of Mount Heshan for a while.

There seemed to be a strong wind blowing outside, and the pines and cypresses on the distant mountains were blown tottering, their branches and leaves swaying.

The loud wind can be heard through the glass.

After a while, Qiuru said again: "Miss Ming, do you know why I decided to meet at Heshan?"

Ming Qi shook his head: "Mr. Qiu, why don't you answer?"

Qiu Ru: "It's a rare thing to say."

"Our tower north is located in the north of the imperial capital, and it is dominated by plains. Most of the surrounding mountains are also low. It is always cold in winter, and the cold period is relatively long. Even the animals are mostly unable to hibernate early."

Ming Qi nodded.

Holding the teacup on the table with his old hand, Qiu Ru took a sip slowly and said, "But a strange thing happened not long ago."

He looked at Ming Qi, his eyes still gentle: "One day at the end of November, all the animals on this Heshan ran out. Birds and animals, tigers, leopards and wolves...all the species you can imagine, there are countless."

"Oh?" Ming Qi asked calmly, "Is there such a scene?"

Qiuru stared at her expression, and then said: "That's right, they climbed up the mountain peaks, climbed up the treetops, roared, or crawled and trembled... It seems to be echoing something."

Ming Qi echoed: "That's really strange. No wonder the location of the old man Qiu is here, because he also wants to see this grand occasion."

Qiu Ru smiled: "Miss Ming, isn't she wondering what day this happened?"

"You said."

"It was the day you played the ancient xun."

"Really, what a coincidence."

Qiu Ru looked at her, while Ming Qi looked calm, without any surprise or panic on his face, as if he was just listening to a meaningless interesting story... It was as if, this was really just some specious rumors.

Qiuru looked away, and slowly poured another cup of tea for himself.

Ming Qi watched his movements, his eyelashes drooping: "Is it because Mr. Qiu asked me to meet today just to say these things to me?"

"More than that," Qiuru put down the teapot, "I came to you this time because of the imperial capital's instruction. Mr. Deng Shuwen has heard your Xun music and expressed his appreciation and approval."

"He wants to accept you as his closed disciple."

"Perhaps, you have the opportunity to join the Imperial Music Association."

But there is no one in Yatlin who is not clear about the meaning of this sentence.

Before Xu Liu became famous, he was just an ordinary person with no background or family background.

Because she was favored by Master Deng Shuwen, she went from the north of the tower to the imperial capital, from an unknown junior to a nationally famous genius, crowned with countless honors, gained fame and wealth in her twenties, and stood at the pinnacle of her life.

At a young age, he surpassed most people, and even had the right to speak and a place in the imperial capital dominated by dragons and tigers.

This is Mr. Deng Shuwen's ability, and it is the power of the Imperial Music Association.

High status, supreme honor.

That's why so many people follow her and worship her—everyone wants to be her.

Qiu Ru looked at Ming Qi, waiting for her to show a flattered and overjoyed expression.

And Ming Qi smiled: "Not interested."

Qiu Ru was taken aback.

After a while, Qiuru felt emotional again: "You really resemble your father."

"Father?" Ming Qi repeated in a low voice, grinding the word carefully.

"Yes," the old man stared at her, as if looking at someone through her, his eyes were in a trance for a moment: "He also had the same temper when he was your age."

Ming Qi asked back, "How?"

Qiu Ru's dazed eyes were somewhat clear, seeing the girl's calm expression, he paused.

"Arrogant and rebellious, defying all established rules."

The corner of Ming Qi's mouth moved slightly.

This is the first time she has heard others use these words to judge her.

She smiled: "Really."

"So he died."

There was crackling sound of firewood from the nearby stove, and the kettle on the long table was boiling, trembling faintly, and white steam was overflowing from the spout.

There is warmth in the room.

Ming Qi smiled back.

She looked at Qiuru.

Qiu Ru's gentle eyes narrowed, and he took another sip from the jade porcelain cup in his hand.

Ming Qi asked, "How did Qiu Lao see it?"

Qiuru suddenly asked: "Mr. Deng Shuwen is a well-known master in Yatlin, it is a great honor to be selected by him. Why did Miss Ming refuse?"

Ming Qi said: "I've already said, I'm not interested."

Qiuru looked at her: "The emperor has the order of the imperial capital, and the north of the tower has the rules of the north. Every big family is in it, abide by the rules, and it is a pity that it is unshakable like a copper wall."

The preface and the afterword were inconsistent, and the words were vague and unclear. It was both a warning and an exhortation.

Ming Qi smiled slightly, as if he didn't understand the meaning, and asked along the topic: "What if I want to touch?"

"Then be prepared to be smashed to pieces at any time."

Snow suddenly began to drift outside the large French windows.

Snowflakes are falling all over the sky, like goose feathers, fluttering one after another, falling on the pine and cypress trees, the emerald green is dyed silvery white.

Inside the house the fire was burning hot in the stove, and the light of the fire fell on the walls, forming flickering shadows.

Ming Qi turned his head to look out the window: "It's snowing."

The first heavy snowfall of the year in the north of Tajikistan is obviously on Heshan.

(End of this chapter)