Liuyun saw that everyone had arrived, so he said, "Let's start!" Xiao Mo Ran sat in front of the guqin, Ning Yunchu took out the jade flute he carried with him and prepared to play, while Luo Chengcheng did not bring a musical instrument, he directly took the Se from the musician in the audience, and then sat side by side next to Xiao Mo Ran.

Two beautiful teenagers accompany a seven-year-old girl, but the picture does not look weird, but is unusually harmonious.

Moreover, all three of them are dressed in white!

If it weren't for the fact that they usually dress up like this, they would have thought it was discussed.

Xiao Mo Ran covered the surface of the piano with his little hands, and his jade fingers were lightly hooked, only listening to "Zheng"

A crisp piano sounded, followed by a string of flowing tunes.

The sound of the piano, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, is light and pleasant, like the clear flowing water of a cold spring, flowing through the soft and green algae and on the crystal gravel.

Then followed by the sound of the flute and the sound of the flute, the sound of the flute is as thin as a gossamer, as if it is a whisper between lovers, so that the listener can't help but be moved.

However, the sound is bright and heavy, like water blocking the river and rocks, and the waves curbing the flying boat, knocking on people's hearts one by one.

The three brilliant music voices did not steal the limelight in the slightest, and they were perfectly blended together, so pleasant that they were like the sound of heaven coming from outside the Nine Heavens!

There was not a single person in the audience who did not indulge in this song.

At this time, Xiao Mo's lips opened lightly, and he sang: "The west wind blows at night, the ancient road is thin, the moonlight is lazy, sleeps lazily, the attic is broken, the sound of the broken hung provokes melancholy, dismantled into the heart, the autumn leaves float by, smash the pain, my eyes are red and tearful, Pepsi is not who puts a cup of nostalgia, I hold the past, slowly go back, through the time to pick up the encounter of that year, the yellow flowers outside the fence have not bloomed, gentle ferry, red dust, whose hand you held, and I take a scoop alone, only for you to lose weight, the edge of the ancient road looks white, whose head is flying in the sky, the passing years are wrinkled by the wind, ferrying the red dust, whose hand you held, and I used the years to look at the weight loss of the spring and autumn millennium, the ancient temple is who is the sound of the wooden fish, the sound of the broken tears fall all over the sleeves, smoke and rain, the end of the sky, who is drifting outside the world, a few fireworks stand behind me, the lanterns outside the inn are in full bloom, waiting for me to cut for youCandles, windowsills, etc., a few volumes of Sanskrit sounds, a few volumes of scriptures, held in the hand, the green lantern ancient Buddha, and I can't see through the new song, pour a cup to relieve a thousand sorrows, but play the sadness one after another, ferry the red dust, whose hand you held, and I take a scoop only for you to lose weight, the side of the ancient road looks white, whose head is flying in the sky, the flow of the year is wrinkled by the wind, ferrying the red dust, whose hand you held, the story gradually weathered, the old age, waiting for the longing, lying at the intersection of the bluestone slab, I walked slowly, but I didn't dare to look back"

The heavenly music hides the childishness in the sound, and all that is left is ethereal and crisp, beautiful and sad words, which are reflected in people's minds word by word, making people cry!

After the lyrics are finished, the song becomes very soothing, as if it flows from winter to spring.

Towards the end, the sound of the flute stopped, and the sound of the flute gradually disappeared, leaving only the melodious sound of the piano still ringing, mournful, desolate, wisps, wanting to break and connect, floating like a light cloud indefinitely.

The sound of the piano is lighter than the falling flowers, like pulling out a long silk cotton.

In the end, after the song was finished, the sound of the piano seemed to be still lingering on the beams of the house, and it was still lingering in everyone's hearts, as if crying about the sadness of the end of the song.

Therefore, no one will come to their senses from the shock brought by the song, the people on the stage are reminiscing about the charm of the song, and the people in the audience are indulging in the artistic conception of the song.

"Pap, pa-"

Cangyi was the first to come back to his senses and took the lead in applauding.

Immediately after that, everyone also came to their senses, and the sparse applause rang out, gradually getting louder and louder, more and more neat, and there was a tendency to lift the roof!

Even Ye Lingjue, who has always been indifferent and disdainful, applauded, and South African Ying Muxin'er also applauded aside her opinion on Xiao Mo Ran.

If you look closely, you will find that the ladies on the field have some tears in the corners of their eyes because they are indulging in the sad atmosphere in the song.

"Eldest princess, who composed this song!"

Shangguan Rouyi took the lead and asked excitedly.

Everyone also looked eagerly at Xiao Moran, what kind of talented person can make such a stunning song and such a poignant lyrics!

Luo Chengcheng looked at Xiao Mo Ran, who had no waves, it turned out that this song still had words, the original song was shocking enough, but the perfect ensemble on the scene made him even more shocked!

It's really an interesting little person, and even he is a little ashamed of himself.

Ning Yun didn't answer when he saw Xiao Mo Ran for the first time, so he replied: "This song was made by the eldest princess!" ”

Thinking of such a shocking piece that he participated in the ensemble, his voice could not hide his excitement!

"Wow-"

Ning Yunchu's words caused an uproar, and everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Xiao Moran, is this really a seven-year-old girl?

Several people in Cangyun Kingdom had a slight pride on their faces, and Yun Xian and Shangguan Rouyi made up their minds that they would definitely ask Xiao Mo Ran for the score for a while!

People in the other two countries are a little envious, how can such a talented and wonderful person not belong to their own country?

Shen Qingshu looked at his sister and said in a voice of only two people, "Aren't you more familiar with the other two women in Cangyun Kingdom?" I'll see if I can get the score! ”

He is also greedy for such a good song!

Shen Qingyan nodded knowingly.

Ye Ling's eyes are obscure, if such a person is a man, he is definitely his biggest threat!

And Nan Nan Ying was about to go crazy, regretting why she had to offend Xiao Moran, she couldn't help but feel distressed when she thought that such a good song could only be listened to once!

It's all to blame for Mu Xin'er's idiot!

Luo Yicheng held his chin and thought, the royal brother was also involved, so he also had a music score!

When it's time to go and ask the royal brother!

Thinking about him, I felt a lot of relief.

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