Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 129 Chapter 148
A master of the qin will know that the qin player is extraordinary as soon as he hears the sound.

Yan Qingcheng's fingertips were flying like shadows, and the strings of the piano swayed out waves of thrilling melodies, which made everyone present tremble with fear, and various grand scenes stirred up waves in their minds.

Some people seem to have seen the blood-stained land, with banners flying, drums thundering, gunpowder filled with smoke, amidst thousands of troops fighting, a red shadow, holding a red-tasseled spear, rushes into the enemy's formation, wherever she passes, blood follows. Called Hengliu, the head flew along with the stump, when the red-tasseled spear shot at the enemy general, it was the time when Yan Luo demanded his life...

Someone saw the red shadow falling into the flames, and after a while, he was reborn as a phoenix and flew away...

Others saw that in the vast sea, where the waves were rolling, the storm was violent, and in the darkness that seemed to engulf everything, there was a sailboat rushing out of the encirclement, and the wind broke through the waves...

The symphony of fate stirred everyone's heartstrings, their eyes were red, as if their fighting spirit was aroused by the sound of the piano, as if they felt that as long as they didn't believe in fate, any great ambition could be achieved, as if their enthusiasm could finally be vented.

At the peak of everyone's emotional excitement, the sound of the piano gradually calmed down, and slowly returned to tranquility, and everyone's boiling heartstrings seemed to also tend to calm down. The pavilion was silent for a while, only the sound of flowers and birds was heard, no one dared to take a deep breath, no one No one dared to swallow his saliva, and no one dared or was willing to open his mouth to break the tranquility.

In the tranquility, the strings of the qin played again, like birds chirping softly, which attracted the birds in the mountains to fly over and linger outside the pavilion.

All the people were stunned, Qin reached the highest state, originated from nature, returned to nature, became nature, this was the first time they witnessed such a state in their lifetime.

In such a realm, they saw the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, the beauty of spring, and the panic and grief of a young man and woman who met, knew each other, and fell in love for the first time, but were unable to stay together when they were being teased by fate.

In the madness of longing, the woman resolutely resisted her fate and ran towards the man desperately. When the two met again, they had mixed feelings and were lingering and miserable.

The fateful mandarin ducks cannot escape their fate in the end, the soul of the man flies away unjustly, and the woman is reluctant to let go of the man. The man is lonely and lonely, throwing himself into the grave.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, some people wept like rain, some mourned but not hurt, some were heartbroken, and some were overwhelmed with grief...

At this time, the birds had gone, and the butterflies came again, dancing in flocks and groups, lingering around Yan Qingcheng, and after lingering for a long time, they gradually returned to the cherry blossoms.

After an unknown amount of time, someone finally calmed down and exclaimed in admiration:

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Really wonderful! I don't know what song the girl is beating on, but we have never heard of it before."

"The Butterfly Lovers"

Yan Qingcheng told the truth, when those people heard the title of the song, they all looked at each other, showing a dazed, unheard-of expression.

Yan Qingcheng stood up, glanced at everyone, and said with a half smile:
"I don't know now, do you think the little girl is qualified to take away Long Yin?"

"It's well deserved! It's me who has shallow eyesight and is abrupt, girl."

The faces of those literati and refined scholars were blushing, and they were all completely convinced by Yan Qingcheng's piano skills.

"I don't know the girl's surname, so that I can prepare a generous gift later to visit and ask for piano skills."

Mo Fengyi was playing with a fan in his hand, looking at Yan Qingcheng amusedly as if he was watching a show.

Yan Qingcheng looked at the person who asked her her name, and replied with a half smile.

"You're welcome. I'm a girl. Naturally, I want to hide in a deep boudoir to cultivate my self-cultivation. I don't dare to show my face at will and look down on outsiders. Everyone, there will be no time." After she finished speaking, she really wanted to leave with her qin in her arms.

(End of this chapter)