Concubine Defying the Sky: Domineering Little Xianggong

Chapter 155 Queen, Whiplash, Dropping Wax (1)
"Wow!" Sure enough, when Sima Rongrong heard Murong Jiuyou call Murong Zhen Brother Zhen with that ambiguous voice, she immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and then left the stage with Sima Xiang's support.

"Brother Huangfu, this guzheng has been stained by the blood spurted by Miss Sima. Can Brother Huangfu help Xiaoyou change a piano?" After passing her, he continued to speak darkly.

And Sima Rongrong, who had just stepped off the stage, after hearing what Murong Jiuyou said, her eyes went dark and she was so angry that she passed out.

"Rong'er, what's wrong with you, Rong'er?" Seeing his sister fainted in his arms, Sima Xiang gave Murong Jiuyou a vicious look, and while calling Sima Rongrong anxiously, he took out a white Porcelain bottle, pour out a pill from it and feed it to Sima Rongrong.

It has to be said that the elixir that Sima Xiang fed to Sima Rongrong was not bad, as soon as it was put into his mouth, Sima Rongrong faintly woke up from the coma.

Seeing that his sister woke up, Sima Xiang wanted someone to send her back to Sima's house, but Sima Rongrong refused to agree. She didn't believe that Murong Jiuyou's piano skills were better than hers, so she had to sit here and watch Murong Jiuyou. You made a fool of yourself in public.

Sima met and persuaded her to be ineffective, so he let her go.Because he knew his sister's piano skills, and among the women he had met, no one could surpass her in piano skills, so he didn't make a sound, and sat there with his sister to watch Murong Zhen's sword dance.

I have to say that Huangfuxiong is really rich and powerful, within a quarter of an hour, one of his subordinates bought a mahogany zither from a good piano room, and Murong Jiuyou sat in front of the zither and adjusted it a few times before he knew the quality of the zither. The material is excellent, so I smiled at Huangfuxiong to express my gratitude.

Seeing that Murong Jiuyou had already sat down in front of the guzheng, and put his hands lightly on the guzheng, the hall was suddenly silent.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the zither, everyone was excited, but saw the long sleeves in front of them moved suddenly, and the blue hair was flaring, as if dancing between the vast world, majestic mountains and rivers.

A burst of cold light shot, and a five-foot long sword in Murong Zhen's hand came out of its sheath. The red silk was tied with tassels, and it was agile and elegant during the dance. The red silk of the long sword was both rigid and soft. The momentum is so soft that it doesn't seem to be able to shock the waves on the water surface, flowing clouds and flowing water, coherent and free and easy.

The sound of the zither sounded again, flowing out like water, gradually rushing, sonorous and powerful, and everyone seemed to see the setting sun like blood, yellow sand everywhere, thousands of horses galloping, and iron horses.

The momentum of the sword changed accordingly, and the wind was blowing. Murong Zhen's complexion was frosty, with a sneer on the corner of his lips, and he swayed vertically and horizontally according to the music of the tune, as if he was on the battlefield. Close, like an angry wave curling up frost and snow, swift and violent.

All the people present could not breathe for a long time, only a red light shone with a cold light in front of their eyes, their eyes were shining brightly, their long sleeves were hunting, and the wind was like a knife.The blood on the face of the invincible person on the seat has faded, the soles of his feet are trembling, and he almost wants to escape from this invisible battlefield.

Everyone was terrified, the sound of the piano suddenly rose into the clouds, heart-rending and soul-stirring, it turned out that one side's battle flag was finally broken, countless soldiers were poured into a pool of blood, the city was destroyed, and the blood-stained general's long sword was bleeding , chasing the enemy for thousands of miles, and succeeding in the first battle, but behind him is eternal death.

Everyone was terrified, their hearts were beating to the brim, the sound of the zither gradually fell back at this moment, Murong Zhen's sword on the stage turned light and ethereal, and the previous murderous aura was no longer there, and the whole person seemed to be dancing in the wind and snow. is good looking.

The sound of the piano is ethereal and disappears quietly.Murong Zhen lightly tapped his toes, rose into the air, turned around, his long hair flew like a waterfall, his brocade robe bloomed like clouds, his long sword cut a dazzling arc in the air, then closed his momentum, and landed softly, soundlessly .

Everything is at peace.

Such a soul-stirring tune, such a soul-stirring sword dance, made everyone in the room deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves. It took a long time until the sound of the piano disappeared before the higher-ups came back to their senses, and Tantai Qing took the lead in applauding.

After several rounds of applause, all the audience below were awakened, and waves of warm palms slapped on the beach instantly lingered in the hall of "Pinming Pavilion" for three days without rest.

In the warm applause, only Sima Xiang, Sima Rongrong and Nangong Xinyi turned black.

Sima Xiang's ugly face was because of the embarrassment Murong Zhen brought him. Although there was applause at the end of his sword dance, it was only symbolic. It was completely different from Murong Zhen's sword dance. How can he look good?

There is both obsession and resentment in Sima Rongrong's eyes. The obsession is naturally Murong Zhen's hard and soft sword dance performance just now, and the resentment is why Murong Jiuyou was not the one who accompanied Murong Zhen on stage. that woman.

In Nangong Xinyi's eyes, besides jealousy, there was even a hint of disbelief.Because she didn't expect that Murong Jiuyou's piano skills were several levels higher than Sima Rongrong's.Although it was just for Murong Zhen's accompaniment, but that soul-stirring dance music is not something that anyone can play with the majestic momentum in the dance music.

"Brother Zhen, it seems that your fans are going to increase a lot." Nangong Jun looked at the group of ladies who were headed by the top ten families in the audience, and they kept yelling and waving at Murong Zhen. The scene, joked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, it turns out that Brother Zhen still has such an unknown side, which really opened my eyes." Zhuge Ming also said with a light smile.Although Murong Zhen has also participated in two four-nation meetings.But they didn't know that he knew how to dance swords.

"Brother Zhen's sword dance is good, but our sister Xiaoyou's piano is the only one in the sky!" While Shangguan Hong praised Murong Zhen, he was also full of praise for Murong Jiuyou's piano skills.

"Yes, yes. It's the first time I've heard a woman can play such a soul-stirring tune." Dongfang Yu also kept nodding in agreement.

"It's mainly because Brother Zhen and Sister You'er have a good understanding of each other, and they cooperated seamlessly, which brought us the sword dance just now, which is extremely visual and auditory." Ouyang Zihua made a conclusion at the end. Ming, Nangong Jun and Huangfu Xiong's expressions were slightly suffocated.

The three of them have always been worried about the relationship between Murong Jiuyou and Murong Zhen. Although Jiu'er explained to them that Murong Zhen is not her fiancé, the intimacy between the two of them made the three of them Depressed endlessly.But they still believed what Jiu'er said, that Murong Zhen was not her fiancé.

"Big brothers, stop praising You'er, otherwise You'er will be in high spirits." Hearing Zhuge Ming and others' praise, Murong Jiuyou said jokingly.

"Ms. Murong is really talented. I don't know if a woman as talented as Ms. Murong is married?" Seeing that all the beautiful men are obsessed with Murong Jiuyou, even Tan Taiqing and Xia Houchun, who have been silent all this time, can see it in their eyes. Nangong Xinyi, who was sitting under the main seat, showed an imperceptible hint of admiration, and it came from her heart.

(End of this chapter)