Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 92 Chapter 108

Yan Jinxiu was very satisfied with everyone's admiration and compliments for her, took a deep breath, and began to play the piano with bare hands.

"when--"

Evoking a string of the zither is like a woman's hand plucking a man's heartstrings, which is unbearably itchy.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of "Phoenix Flying" was released at the fingertips, with a moving, tactful, and beautiful melody that aroused infinite reverie.

Just when everyone was immersed in the melody and couldn't extricate themselves, suddenly, a burst of high-pitched "Slaying the Wolf" rushed into the piano array, disrupting Yan Jinxiu's melody, and stopped Yan Jinxiu's piano sound with extremely domineering momentum.

Yan Jinxiu was taken aback for a moment, and then her face changed suddenly. Like everyone else, she looked around in confusion, not knowing where the sound of the piano came from, but it seemed to be coming from all directions, and it didn't make anyone gasp for a moment.

Such superb piano skills suddenly reminded Yan Jinxiu of someone, her pretended weak and gentle eyes were suddenly filled with a layer of resentment, she gritted her teeth and said:

"Yan Qingcheng, you dare to compete with me."

After finishing speaking, she unconvincedly picked up the strings again, wanting to compete with Yan Qingcheng.

Perhaps the strings were infected with Yan Jinxiu's anger, and when they played, the strings vibrated harshly, causing everyone present to subconsciously cover their ears, and turned their eyes back to stare at Yan Jinxiu in surprise.

Yan Jinxiu's face was ugly, but she was not convinced. She sat there and took a deep breath. After reorganizing her mind, she picked up the strings again. There seems to be nothing in it, which makes people feel irritable for no reason.

Yan Jinxiu realized that she could no longer control her fingers, and her forehead was covered with sweat. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to surpass the melody in front of her.

The melody's big chords were as noisy as rain, and the small chords were like whispers. The big and small chords were played in a mixed manner, and the big and small beads fell on the jade plate. She was so suppressed that she almost collapsed, and finally.

"Bang-"

Yan Jinxiu's strings snapped at the sound.The fingertips were also scratched by the strings due to too much force, and blood dripped silently on the strings.

She stared at Duanxian in disappointment, her body trembled uncontrollably, the hatred in her heart was so strong that it was about to overflow her chest, but for the sake of her image as a lady, she had to grit her teeth and endure it.

"Slaying the Wolf" was coming to an end at this time, and it came to an abrupt end.

Coming and leaving so silently, the people present didn't even know where the sound of the qin came from. They all looked at each other and wanted to ask each other who the master player of the qin was. It seemed that Qiu Yuexuan's words Jinxiu put it behind her.

I don't know who said it:
Could it be that the first daughter of the Marquis of Yongding speaks all over the city?

yes!Some people began to realize suddenly.

Princess Longxiang is indeed notorious, but before the canonization of Princess Longxiang, Yan Qingcheng was just a little-known daughter-in-law. It was she who accidentally played a piece of "High Mountain and Flowing Water" at a royal banquet before she became famous in the imperial capital. Some people vaguely remember that banquet as the hunting banquet where Yan Qingcheng was conferred the title of princess.

At that time, the Holy One said that this song should only exist in the sky.

Since then, Yan Qingcheng's piano skills have been praised as the number one in Qi State.

While discussing, a piece of "Mountain and Flowing Water" sounded quietly. This time, the direction of the piano sound was very clear.

Following the sound of the piano, everyone came to the river by coincidence, leaned on the railing, stretched their necks, and looked towards the upper reaches of the river.

Sure enough, I saw a woman on a flat boat, white clothes plain snow, black hair like clouds, sitting on the boat, knees on the qin, bare hands lightly like butterflies, plucking the strings lightly, her long hair draped behind her like a waterfall, meandering Mopping the floor, he only used a mahogany hairpin to casually pull up a strand of hanging cloud bun at the back of his head, and one or two disobedient strands hung in front of his forehead, covering that peerless youthful plain face, and he wished that someone could tie it up.

At this time, Yan Aoxiong, who was chatting with his colleagues in the nearby pavilion, also heard the sound and walked to the river, just in time to see this scene.

(End of this chapter)