Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 111 The Purple Music Box

Looking up at Fan Qingtian, Mo Ziyuan blinked his shining eyes and asked, "Mother, this mechanical instrument can also record songs. It can record eight songs in total. I will ask Yu to record this one." Uncle played it, and Uncle Yu played Ruan very well, does mother like this piece of music?"

"Oh, it seems that I still underestimated Ziyuan's ability. You have such a strong comprehension at such a young age. It seems that you will surpass your father in the future." Fan Qingtian patted Mo Ziyuan's head, I am more and more satisfied with Mo Ziyuan.

In the organ theory written by Fan Qingtian, only the original voice can be enlarged and printed, but it cannot be recorded. Mo Ziyuan can break through the original limitations and comprehend new ideas. I have to say that Mo Ziyuan is really smart.

Hearing Fan Qingtian's affirmation of himself, Mo Ziyuan's face was full of smiles, "I just want to defeat my father and become the strongest mechanism master. This is my pursuit."

"Look at how courageous little Ziyuan is, he will definitely become the best mechanism master in the future." Buhai praised with a smile on his face.

Mo Ziyuan turned his head and smiled at Bu Hai, "Thank you, Eunuch Hai, for your kind words."

"Look at this sweet mouth, Eunuch Hai, I will prepare a few more chicken legs for you tomorrow as a reward." Bu Hai shook his raised orchid fingers and said with a kind smile.

"Yeah." Mo Ziyuan nodded happily, then Mo Ziyuan turned his head to look at Fan Qingtian and said, "Mother, I named it the Ziqing Music Box, which is the music box of Ziyuan and Mother. Mother, do you sound good?"

Rubbing Mo Ziyuan's small head, he said with a smile, "It sounds good."

Hearing this, Mo Ziyuan smiled cheerfully. Immediately, Mo Ziyuan seemed to think of something, looked at Fan Qingtian with blinking bright eyes, and said, "Mother, can you play music? I want to record a mother's song." the music played."

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, Fan Qingtian didn't want to dampen Mo Ziyuan's interest, besides, Mo Ziyuan also gave her such a good mechanism music box, and she gave Mo Ziyuan a little return gift.

Smiling and nodding, Fan Qingtian said softly, "Okay, then I'll play a song for Zi Yuan."

Looking at Bu Hai, Fan Qingtian said with a light smile, "Eunuch Hai, go and help me get the piano..."

Buhai watched Fan Qingtian's forehead involuntarily see a trace of cold sweat, the king wants to play the piano, my God, this will scare ghosts and gods to death, okay?

When Wang Shang liked Du Xiangxiu before, he also used to practice playing the piano for Du Xiangxiu, but the sound of the piano played was really shocking. The king did not raise a sword to kill people, but the sound of the piano can scare people to death.

Bu Hai moved his mouth and said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, do you really want to play the piano?"

I don't know why Buhai looked embarrassed, Fan Qingtian asked doubtfully, "Well, why is there no piano here?"

"No, no, this old slave is going to get the zither for the king." Seeing that Fan Qingtian really wanted to play the zither, Bu Hai didn't say much, at worst, let Xiao Ziyuan plug his ears to avoid disaster. , Hastily retreated to get the piano for Fan Qingtian.

Soon, Buhai brought a simple brown long piano with beautiful patterns carved on the body, and then put it on the piano stand at the side of the room, and then walked up to Fan Qingtian and said, " Your Majesty, the old slave Qin has already brought it."

Fan Qingtian, who was chatting with Mo Ziyuan, looked at Changqin next to him, nodded slightly, then smiled at Ziyuan sitting on him and said, "Then I will play a song for Ziyuan, and Ziyuan will Let's record the music."

"Okay." Mo Ziyuan nodded expectantly.

Carrying Mo Ziyuan to sit on the stool beside him, Fan Qingtian stood up, walked to the front of the Changqin, and sat down cross-legged. Immediately, he pressed his white hands on the strings of the piano, and looked at Mo Ziyuan with a smile. Said, "Zi Yuan, are you ready to record?"

Mo Ziyuan also quickly waved the puppet in his hand, and then said to Fan Qingtian with excitement and anticipation, "Mother, I'm ready, mother, let's play the music."

At this time, Bu Hai held two balls of cotton in his hand, preparing to resist the magic sound played by Fan Qingtian.

With a soft smile, the sky and the earth turned pale, and Fan Qingtian slenderly saw the plucking of the strings, and then he became clear, like the wind blowing, like a stream flowing gently, and the music sounded like the sound of nature.

Listening to the piano sound played by Fan Qingtian in shock, Bu Hai looked in disbelief, how could he suddenly be able to play the piano, and he played it so beautifully.

Is this the king of his family?This is really the king of his family.

No wonder Bu Hai was the most surprised when he heard the zither sound, because he had seen Fan Qingtian's devil zither sound before.

The fingertips dance on the strings like elves, and the melody played is slow, ethereal, and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. People's hearts can't help but follow the reverberation of the music and enter a dreamy and free state. Extricate yourself.

Fan Qingtian had a handsome face, peaceful and at ease, and his body exuded a brilliance that people couldn't take their eyes off.

Lips and teeth parted lightly, at this moment Fan Qingtian sang softly, (The moon is cold, the silver glow reflects the river pool, drifting in the clouds and smoke, the painted boat carries the hail, picks the seven strings, the zither expresses the long distance, the drunken flowers, the beauty is beautiful, one Dressed in white clothes, not stained with worldly worries, with a clear mind like a cold wine, looking back for a moment, smiling from a romantic way.

With a bright knife in hand, you can swim freely in the rivers and lakes, who will keep a peerless peony, and who will smell the faint scent of fragrance.

A cup of tea drank all the love, hatred and resentment in the world of mortals, and a song of Qingshang teased the world with a little parting sorrow.

Exhibition scrolls, blue and green dots and simple announcements, sentiments are fading and clouds are sent to the end of the world, a stream of clear water washes away the hustle and bustle...)
The clear sound of the piano and the faint and ethereal singing sounded outside the house, and the eunuchs and guards were all attracted by the sudden sound of the piano and singing, and listened attentively, falling into the music for a while and unable to extricate themselves.

The sound of heaven and earth, only the sound of music and singing reverberated in the air, stirring people's hearts for a long time.

Mo Ziyuan's watery eyes widened slightly, he didn't expect that her mother could play the piano and sing, and she sang so beautifully.

Mo Fengyan, who went to call Yue Qing, heard the sound of the piano and the unique singing as soon as they stepped into the courtyard, and they couldn't help being attracted by the sound of the piano and singing for a while.

Even Yue Qing, a music idiot who didn't know anything about music, felt that this song played the freedom and joy of looking down on the world, which made him feel very good.

At the end of the song, everyone was still immersed in the music and did not recover.

When she came back to her senses, she was shocked. Who played the piano?

Even these eunuchs and guards would not think that this beautiful piano sound would be played by Fan Qingtian.

And at this moment, a blue figure rushed into Fan Qingtian's courtyard like a bolt of lightning, and went straight to Fan Qingtian's room.

(End of this chapter)