An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 339 It's over, my image (1)

It was a very elegant poetry recitation, but it made me very unreasonable. The queen mother was out for a long time, and she was tired, but everyone was still unsatisfied - the daily life in the palace is too boring, and there are not many days like this throughout the year Happy days.The Empress Dowager also knew what was going on, and said with a smile: "The Ai family will go back first, and you can just play here."

After the Empress Dowager left, everyone felt that the poem was right, and there was a talent show.

First, Wu Erlang will give you a section of Jiegu.

The jiegu is skinned on both sides and has a thin waist. The drum skin is made of ram skin, and its shape is smaller than that of the waist drum.I saw Wu Erlang holding a drumstick in each of his left and right hands, beating the Jiegu.The sound is rapid, fierce, loud, and fast-paced, like the sound of horseshoes galloping on the battlefield.

It is said that Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty said: "Jiegu is the leader of octaves, and other musical instruments cannot be compared with it." This Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty is famous for his romantic career, romantic taste, and romantic love.He is not only a lover, but also a wizard.Martial arts governs the country (before the age of 60), likes polo, has superb skills, and knows how to dance; Wen can write poetry, is good at calligraphy, knows rhythm, and is proficient in various musical instruments, especially the master of Jiegu.

At this moment, Wu Erlang had jet-black hair combed neatly in a bun on top of his head, and was covered in an exquisite white jade hair crown. He was wearing a fine ice blue silk robe, covered with a milky white double-breasted jacket, and his waist was tied with a white jade waist. Wearing white deerskin boots, a face as delicate as a person in a painting with sharp edges and corners, a tall and straight figure like a poplar tree, bold and unrestrained and elegant, with an extraordinary bearing, probably not inferior to Tang Xuanzong when he was young.

I stared blankly.

I have never seen such a handsome man, I have never seen such a touching man.

At this moment, my heart was beating violently, as if it was about to burst out of my chest, and my mind was spinning a thousand times.

At this moment, I am lost and sad.

Every time I see Wu Erlang, I always feel that there is an invisible sense of loss, sadness, and even despair, which keeps pressing towards me, pressing down, and pressing me so hard.This Wu Erlang, like poison, penetrated deeply into my heart, like an invisible and irresistible force, forcing me to miss him crazily and fall in love with him.I suppressed it and warned myself, don't do this, it's terrible, it will hurt me - but I can't control myself, that warning is so weak.

(End of this chapter)