Nine princesses

Chapter 66 How long will you hold me (5)
"Hey, sisters, don't say that, maybe this musical instrument is very noble in the Zhuoyi clan, and it can only be played for the sweetheart!" Wei Qianyi covered her sleeves and smiled coquettishly, her eyes showing contempt, "I said Qing Sister Luan, do you consider yourself noble and refuse to teach your younger sisters, or do you know nothing at all! But it’s no wonder, sister has been stupid for 15 years, what can you do? It’s understandable! Do you want to Sister taught you?"

The girls laughed coquettishly, convinced that Hua Qingluan would know nothing.

Seeing these people's triumphant and arrogant appearance, Hua Qingluan really felt speechless, and didn't want to argue with them at first, but seeing their posture, if they don't slap them hard and make them dizzy, I'm afraid there will be more troubles in the future. Noisy! "Do you want me to teach you? Okay, I will teach you today, what is a pipa!"

Hua Qingluan glanced at the group of people contemptuously, and went into the house.

In the elegantly furnished private room, there are all kinds of musical instruments. It looks like a prostitute and singer performing here.There is an old saying that people must first humiliate themselves, and then others humiliate them, which is not wrong at all!These people have completely forgotten that they are still princesses of a country, and regard themselves as high-class prostitutes!

Xiao Limo and Night Breeze looked at each other in surprise, and followed into the house.

The girls were extremely excited when they saw this. You look at me and I look at you, and they all understand each other's intentions.It's rare that Hua Qingluan couldn't be stimulated today, so he wanted to play the pipa.She has been stupid for 15 years, and she has just woken up for less than a month. How could she play the pipa?I'm afraid they think too much of themselves, and it just falls into their eyes, so they have to laugh at her!What's even better is that Xiao Limo, the son of the war, is also there. If Hua Qingluan makes a fool of himself, and they perform again, they may have a chance to sleep with them!

Such a handsome and noble person, if he can have a good time with him, I don't know how wonderful it will be!

After entering the private room, everyone was seated, and Lingya said delicately: "Sister Qingluan, can you really play the pipa? If not, don't force yourself! There are many people listening outside. If you can't play the pipa well, I'm afraid Tomorrow it will become a joke in the capital!" Although the outsiders don't know who played it, they will let them know!
"Thanks for caring!"

Hua Qingluan smiled faintly, and took the pipa into her arms.

Want to watch her make a fool of herself?It's a pity that these women are probably going to make a mistake...

The first sound of the pipa sounded, and the girls were still smiling, disapproving.

The second sound of the pipa sounded, and the volume of the noisy restaurant was reduced by at least half.

The third sound of the pipa sounded, and the whole restaurant was completely silent. Even the bustling and bustling streets around it seemed to disappear in an instant. The sound of the pipa is as mellow and elegant, but fresh and elegant.

In just a moment, everyone was already mesmerized and unable to extricate themselves.

With the melodious sound of the pipa, everyone seems to gradually see that a quiet and moving picture scroll is unfolding in their minds: beside the spring water river, flowers bloom quietly, fragrant alone, and the bright moon like light frost hangs in the dark blue night sky , shining on the surface of the river... real and vivid, intoxicating.

Suddenly, there was an elegant sound of flute from an unknown room, which harmonized with the sound of pipa.

The sound of the flute is fine and smooth, like a gentle breeze; the pipa is crisp and clear, as if the calm river is full of waves, and they cooperate with each other seamlessly, and they jointly describe the beautiful scenery of the bright moon in the sky, the spring river and the swaying shadows of flowers, which is beautiful and elegant.

At the end of the song, everyone was still immersed in the beautiful rhythm, unwilling to wake up for a long time.

At this moment, Hua Qingluan's right hand suddenly plucked the silk strings again, and the tone changed from the previous clear and graceful tone to a high-pitched and passionate one, just like two armies confronting each other, fighting each other in blood, that kind of heroic and poignant artistic conception stirred People's hearts, the blood in the listener's chest is boiling, it is difficult to restrain himself, and he almost wants to stand up and howl, to vent the excitement in his heart before he can give up.

The sound of the flute was also in accord with each other, but it was too delicate to express that kind of tension, and it stopped after only two rings.

"Okay!" Xiao Limo shouted, his expression agitated.

If first, he was only admiring the beauty and elegance of that piece of pipa before, but now this kind of passionate, fighting melody played directly into his heart, and he couldn't help but arouse his emotions that were always restrained. , Thinking of all the past battlefields, I couldn't help my blood surging, I almost wanted to get up and dance the sword, just to match the sound of the pipa.

"Good song!"

Another masculine voice came from the other direction. Immediately, the sound of the iron zither sounded. Although the skill was not superb, the player's chest was full of gullies. Jiang, revealing a kind of unyielding arrogance, combined with the sound of the pipa, there is a kind of tragic and moving scene of yellow sand in the desert and the setting sun weeping blood, but it is sad but not hurt, but has a kind of heroism and perseverance that will last until death.

"Lighting the lamp to watch the sword while drunk, dreaming back to the battalion of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles are divided into subordinates, and fifty strings are turned outside the fortress. Soldiers are ordered in autumn on the battlefield. The horse is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. Win the fame before and after life. Don’t regret what happened in vain.”

Accompanied by the curling sounds of the pipa and the iron zither, Xiao Limo couldn't hold back any longer, and chanted long and loudly, with a fierce ambition, that kind of arrogant pride, which was completely different from his usual elegant and leisurely expression, but had a different meaning. A blinding brilliance.

Although he had known for a long time that he was hailed as Mr. Zhan, Hua Qingluan saw that Xiao Limo was either gentle and elegant, or a rascal and frivolous. At this moment, he suddenly saw such a heroic and passionate side of him, but he was slightly taken aback.

There was still silence in the restaurant, and it took a long time for the loud applause, which almost destroyed the restaurant.

Hua Qingluan put the pipa aside, stood up gracefully, looked around the girls contemptuously, and said proudly: "This song is a song of flowers and moonlight on the spring river, and a song of ambush from all sides. If any of you can beat me, I, Hua Qingluan, will cut off my hands." , I will never touch the pipa again for the rest of my life; if you can’t, either you cut off your hands, or from now on, shut up in front of me!”

All the girls were speechless.

There are only two songs just now, one is beautiful and graceful, the other is ambitious, and the opposite is extreme, but they are all performed to the extreme, and people have to be convinced, especially the latter song, the kind of generosity, heroism, high-pitched and passionate, not just relying on skills To achieve it, you must have enough feelings and heart, otherwise, it will be in appearance, but it will not have Hua Qingluan's artistic conception at all, so the previous flute sounds cannot match.

(End of this chapter)