Chapter 124: This Sound Should Only Be Heavenly

It is not only Tan Beici who is proficient in music, but also the Seven Emperor Uncles.

Uncle Seven Emperors is a well-known and elegant person, and a few years ago, he praised Ye Ruoxue's piano sound full of aura.

Since then, Ye Ruoxue has cultivated the guqin in order to make the Seventh Emperor Uncle treat him differently.

"I heard that the eldest lady of the Ye Mansion is the first day of the Hou Mansion in Zhenbei. ”

City Lord Tan praised: "Although Tan is not in Chang'an City, he has also heard of the famous name of Ruoxue Girl. I heard that Ruoxue girl became famous at a young age, and was invited by the senior sister of the Shenxuan Academy, after the death of the Marquis of Zhenbei, she often went to comfort the disabled soldiers, and she also played a good piano, and became famous in the vassal kingdom at the age of seven. ”

City Lord Tan said slowly, and nodded again and again: "It's a pity that we are too young, otherwise this trip to Chang'an City, Tan Mou would have to go to Ye Mansion and Zhenbei Hou Mansion to propose marriage." ”

After the praise of the city lord of Tan, the young talents of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion looked at Ye Ruoxue with burning eyes.

Su Linglong's red lips evoked a proud smile.

Ye Haipeng was also proud.

"Ruoxue, it's ugly. ”

The guqin was placed, Ye Ruoxue's waist was soft, and she gave birth to a lotus step by step, and sat down in front of the guqin.

I saw Ye Ruoxue's slender fingers, plucking the slender strings.

The sound of heaven flows from the fingertips.

A song of Wuling, gentle and soft.

This song tells the story of a generation of famous prostitutes and generals.

The identities of the two are very different and have been criticized by the world.

When the soldiers came to the city and the country was ruined, the famous prostitute risked his life to save the general.

In the end, he died in the enemy camp, and the general who woke up, with a broken leg, crawled into a pool of blood, holding his lover's bones and broken bones.

Under Ye Ruoxue's interpretation, the guests seemed to have come to that late autumn and witnessed the love between a famous prostitute and a general.

The end of a song.

Those who smell it all around have moist eyes.

Ye Ruoxue raised her eyes, but looked at the Seventh Emperor Uncle expectantly.

"It's worthy of Ruoxue girl, this sound should only be in the sky!" Tan City Lord said excitedly: "Ci'er, you said yes, right?"

However, Tan Beici looked indifferent, "This song is too tricky, but it loses the most real feelings, looks pale, as if it has lost its soul." ”

Tan Beici's words hit the nail on the head, and the laughter of Ye Ruoxue, Su Linglong and others froze before they appeared.

Ye Ruoxue gritted her teeth.

This Tan Beici treated Chu Yue gently, gently and affectionately.

But it embarrass her so much!

Ye Ruoxue hid a hideous look in the depths of her eyes, suddenly looked at Chu Yue, and said, "Yue'er, didn't you say that you also prepared a tune?"

As soon as these words came out, Chu Yue was difficult to ride a tiger.

In Chang'an City, no one knows that Miss Ye San is a straw bag who does not understand all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The palace is drunk with immortals, but they are all powerful people in the capital, Miss Ye San plays the piano, doesn't she want to be laughing and generous?

Xia Jiqiong took a sip of wine heroically, and her voice was loud: "Miss Ye San, although the Marquis of Zhenbei is a military general, he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as her daughter, shouldn't you also have some ability? Don't let the big guy wait for a long time." ”

Shen Qingfeng frowned: "Ah Yue is not feeling well, let me do it for me." ”

"That's not going to work. ”

Qin Qianqian, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said coldly: "Young Master Shen, City Lord Tan and the Seventh Emperor Uncle are here, how can I let you do it for you?"

Su Linglong said: "Yue'er, don't let everyone wait for a long time. ”

Shen Qingfeng's forehead was bruised, he was angry, and his eyes were full of slaughter.

He jerked to his feet, only to see a small hand on his shoulder.

With a slight force, he pressed him back into the chair.

"I'm sorry. ”

"Fang Cai's Wuling song is vulgar and unbearable, and it has dirty your ears, and now it's time for you to see the rhythm and style of Ye Fu's daughter. ”

Those words were cold and calm, but they set off stormy waves!