The wolf king of the idle little woman

Chapter 21 Dinner Party ([-])

After Wu Mi's debut, everyone didn't speak anymore, and except for Sang Mo, everyone else looked expectant, like the tranquility before a well-known star's concert.

Seeing such a scene, Sangmo glanced sideways at Wan Chengheng and his son, who were sitting next to him. Surprisingly, even the two of them looked expectant.

It seems that this Wu Miao should be a rookie of the Rhythm Hall, so her piano skills must be at the top level.This made Sang Mo even more interested. Perhaps, before him, this Wu Miao was their default next Hall Master.

Watching Wu Miao arrange the harp that she brought, after that, with an elegant blessing, she sat upright like a bamboo, stretched out her white jade fingers, and gently plucked on the harp, the voiceless sound flowed slowly , Like an evening wind in the deep valley, gently blowing on the face.For a moment, Sangmo felt that what Wu Miao was playing with was not the piano, but everyone's hearts.

With the ups and downs of the melody, every step of the way is high, and the music has entered a climax.This piano sound is pure and elegant, crisp and faint, giving people a sense of lightness and strangeness, and it seems to be expressing the state of mind of the player. unyielding.

"What a song "Feng Aoyou". Is she congratulating me on my ascension to the throne? Or is she expressing her reluctance to give up fighting for the position of Palace Master?" Sang Mo smiled, whispering silently that only herself Audible words.

Wu Mi's song "Feng Aoyou", even a person like Sang Mo who only knows a little about the harp can hear the meaning. It is conceivable that other people here can understand the meaning better. Well, this Temperament Hall specializes in composing music, and anyone can know the meaning of the music well.

It's really not that she is exaggerating, because even the maids around her have been specially trained. As long as they are not foreign words and songs, they can understand them. It's just that they are not good at musical instruments, so they are assigned as a handmaid.

Only the sound of the jingle was left in the ears, and the song stopped. Sangmo looked back at the expressions of everyone present, and saw the faces of all kinds without accident.

The complexion of the chief lord among the four guardian lords on the left is not ordinary black, but the other three lord protectors carefully look at the performers sitting in the middle of the hall, and then quietly look at the chief lord beside them, All of them turned pale.

However, the expression on Lord Qiu Yi's face made Sangmo unaware, because Qiu Yi's eyes, face and mouth corners all showed a bright and sarcastic smile, and it is estimated that no one in the audience could see it.

But, isn't this Qiu Yi the tutor who is in charge of teaching Qin art? How could he have such an obvious expression of dislike for Wu Miao?Isn't Wu Miao her apprentice or apprentice?Or pure jealousy?
Needless to say, the faces of Wan Chengheng and his son were staring straight at Misty in the hall with anger, wishing to burn a few big holes in her body.

"Papa papa! Well, such a good song, such piano skills, it really sounds good." As the misty piano sound ended, the scene was so quiet that Sangmo clapped and applauded on a whim.

With Sang Mo's sudden move, it also distracted the other people's thoughts, so they had to clap their hands with their palace master, but they didn't dare to applaud.

"Thank you, Lord Hall Master, for your appreciation. This subordinate has made a fool of yourself. But this subordinate has an unfeeling request, and I hope Lord Hall Master will fulfill it." In response to Sang Mo's applause and praise, Wu Miao only slightly pursed the corners of her lips as a smile. There was endless disdain in his eyes.

"Miss Wu Miao might as well talk about it." This woman, do you want to be so arrogant?Sang Mo resisted the urge to give her a supercilious look, and said slowly.Of course she wouldn't agree straight away, she agreed before she knew what was going on, that's what a fool would do, not her style of Summer.

"I heard the shocking song of the Lord Hall Master on the high platform during the day, and Wu Miao was deeply moved. I hope to see the good news and demeanor of the Lord Hall Master again, and hope that the Lord Hall Master will come true." Wu Miao looked excited and expressed his affection. He bowed his head sincerely and said.

Excited?Yes, you were so excited that you passed out, which is really the highest level of excitement.Sang Mo raised her eyebrows slightly and sighed in her heart.

After inspecting all the people present, and looking at the festive dinner arrangement, Sangmo bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then looked at everyone and said, "Well, the joyful atmosphere tonight is all for me, I should present a song for everyone to express my gratitude. Well, let me sing a song for everyone. As for the accompaniment instrument, someone can lend me a Guqin, er, preferably a seven-stringed Guqin, because I am very familiar with the seven-stringed Guqin. I am more proficient in strings."

As soon as Sang Mo's words fell, there was a sound of breathing from below, and everyone looked up at their Lord Hall Master with disbelief, as if Sang Mo was speaking some kind of heavenly language.

Then, Sang Mo saw Wan Chengheng's father get up and go out. Just when Sang Mo thought he had left the table, he saw Wan Chengqing returning with a guqin in his hand.And he directly sent the guqin in his hand to Sangmo's eyes, and after seeing the maid took down all the food on the low table, he said: "This qin with seven strings is the treasure of my subordinates, and I would like to use it to accompany the lord of the hall. .”

Sang Mo took a look at the guqin presented by Wan Chengqing. The seven strings and the strings were all shining white.Even so, Summer can also feel that only the piano must be a high-end product that is hard to find in the world.

However, Wan Chengqing's move once again aroused public opinion, because everyone knows that the guqin owned by the previous priest was never touched by anyone except himself, let alone used. Said to play.

"It is the treasured item of the Wanqi patriarch, and Sangmo must play it carefully, and it will not hurt the slightest. Here, I also give this song to Miss Lianren, as my gift of apology." Sangmo thanked Yiwan Chengqing smiled back, then turned his head and said to the pity who had already bandaged and came to stand behind Lord Qiu Yi.

When retracting his gaze, Sang Mo glanced at Miss Wumiao who had stepped aside and sat down, looked at the arrogance in her silver eyes and smiled back, then raised his hands and hung them on the guqin, turning around , the seven strings sounded in succession, the sound was clear and loud, both hands played on the guqin lightly, the sound of the piano was euphemistic and continuous, slowly flowing like water, Sang Mo gently opened her cherry lips, and Yingying sang:

ah... oh...

敢 问 天涯 何 方

a jug of wine alone
Drifting in the wind and waves
running in water
Let me travel

How many sorrows in the ancient world

Talking about gathering and parting is not enough

after a bustling

things are not time

How much emotion is in my heart

Even if right and wrong don't ask
Gratitude or hatred

Heroes burst into tears too

So mundane things can't go away

Want to fly high but sink deeper and deeper

就算 今天 明天 是 梦
今生 来生 是 缘
到底 谁 人 能 安心

How many people are there who can really shake their sleeves?

留下 的 真 究竟 几 分

How many people are there who can really shake their sleeves?

How much truth is left behind (An Hu's "Whispering the Sleeves")
After Sang Mo sang, he looked at Wu Miao's position, thinking in his heart that since he had expressed his meaning so clearly, Wu Miao should understand and see more clearly.

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