Chapter 179: Turning into a Butterfly

Yunqi didn't even bother to raise his head this time, drinking a little wine leisurely. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Di Yunxi was ready, moved his fingers, and played the phoenix smoothly. While playing, he raised his head and looked at Feng Yu affectionately, his red lips opened lightly, and a lingering song slowly floated out, echoing in the main hall. But Feng Yu only lowered his head and drank, and he didn't even look at her.

The beauty was sad, and the sound of the piano gradually changed, becoming sad and melancholy.

"I didn't expect that a song Phoenix Qiuhuang would be able to play so many versions. One is murderous, the other is sad and pathetic, which is really refreshing. Xu Yanshan took a sip, shook his head and sighed.

"Aifei, what song are you going to play later? It won't be a phoenix. Xiao Jingren asked in a soft voice. This voice made Xu Yanshan almost get goosebumps.

"Of course not. Everyone is playing, what's the point of me playing again? Xu Yanshan replied lightly, then picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he said again: "Lord, have you brought a silk handkerchief?" ”

"Aifei, you are asking this question so strangely? Does the ribbon have anything to do with the music you play? Xiao Jingren was puzzled.

"It has a lot to do with it. I'm worried that when the song comes out in a while, what if you want to cry without a silk handkerchief to wipe your tears? The corners of Xu Yanshan's lips were slightly raised, this birthday banquet was really too boring, find some fun to spice it up.

Xiao Jingren listened, climbed a few black lines on his head, and said secretly, when will this woman learn to say this kind of cold joke?

At this time, Di Yunxi put her fingers away, the piano music had been played, and she sat back in her seat with a gloomy expression. The eunuch's shout was drawn again.

Then, Xu Yanshan stopped speaking, and walked towards the piano case with elegant and calm steps. The inky black hair is obliquely inserted with a bell hairpin inlaid with pearls, swaying as she walks, and it is particularly elegant and compelling.

When Xu Yanshan walked towards the piano case, the little eunuch with the piano had already cleverly placed the ice string piano on the piano case.

I saw Xu Yanshan sitting down with a thousand graces, plucking her fingers, and adjusting the strings. The little eunuch's shout opened in the hall, and it was extremely loud.

"Princess Jing played a song to turn into a butterfly."

As soon as the name of the song was announced, there was another private discussion in the hall.

"What kind of song is this, how come I've never heard this title? Could it be a new song that has only recently come out? ”

"I don't know, I just went to Yingchun Building yesterday for a walk, and I haven't heard of any new tunes recently."

"You kid is romantic, and the girls in Yingchun Lou are all as beautiful as flowers. The sound of the flower girl's piano can also be regarded as a must, much better than the phoenix that Princess Fengxiang and Lord Di played just now. I don't know how Princess Jing's piano skills are? ”

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As the discussion began, Xu Yanshan frowned slightly, the effect of playing the music in such a noisy environment would be much worse, and it would also promote the original charm.

I saw her leave the piano case again, and everyone in the hall saw this scene and speculated.

Could it be that Princess Jing really doesn't understand music? Can't play the piano?

"Xiang'er, why don't you play the piano yet?" On the high seat, the queen looked loving, and there was a deep worry hidden in the depths of her eyes, and she spoke.

"After returning to her mother, her daughter-in-law wanted a flute. In this way, the song of butterfly can be better expressed. Xu Yanshan raised her head and replied without humility or arrogance. The hidden worry in the Queen Mother's eyes did not escape her eyes.

"Someone."

Xiao Rusheng just wanted to open his mouth and send someone to fetch the flute, but he didn't want to, Bai Yu had already stood up one step ahead of him, and he didn't know when he had an extra Mithril flute in his hand, walked to Xu Yanshan's side, and handed the Mithril flute to her hand, and the voice as clear as the wind sounded slowly.

"Yu happens to have a flute here, so I can borrow it from you."

"Thank you." Xu Yanshan took the Mithril flute and nodded in thanks.

She picked up the Mithril flute and put it to her lips and tried to blow it, the flute was pre-articulated, sensitive, and had a beautiful tone. The corners of his lips outlined a hint of satisfaction with a faint smile, and blurted out praise: "Sure enough, it's a good flute." The body is like a nine-curved coiled dragon, swallowing eight golden beads in his mouth. Not only is the appearance delicate and delicate, but the timbre is also beautiful and pure. ”

"If you're satisfied." Bai Yu smiled warmly, like a piece of fine warm jade, blooming brightly, and the room was full of brilliance.

After speaking, Bai Yu didn't say anything more, and turned around and walked to his seat elegantly.

And Xiao Rusheng sat on the seat, looking at the warm jade-like smile on Bai Yu's face, he felt unusually dazzling, and decided in his heart that after the birthday banquet, he must find all the famous musical instruments in the world and include them in the palace in case of emergency.

At this time, Xu Yanshan took the mythril flute borrowed by Bai Yu and put it to her lips and blew it, and the beautiful and moving colorful melody like birdsong slowly flowed, lingering throughout the hall.

The hall was silent for a moment, and everyone listened attentively to this beautiful melody.

With the sound of the flute, everyone seems to have entered the scene of bright spring and fragrant birds. The sound of the flute gradually softened, as if I saw a scene of peach and willow green on the side of the grass bridge and flowers in full bloom under the wind and sun.

Then, after the brisk and lively rhythm, Xu Yanshan abandoned the flute and played the ice string piano solo, chanting shallowly in her mouth.

Listening to the beautiful chanting, everyone seemed to see a pair of lovers meeting, knowing each other, and falling in love with each other until they separated.

At this time, the fingering in Xu Yanshan's hand changed, and the sound of the piano became lyrical and slow, intermittent, like crying and complaining, lingering and compassionate. The emotions of the people who listened to it were completely driven, and with the sad sound of the piano, it seemed that they saw a pair of lovers who had been in love for a long time before meeting each other and telling each other their love.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano turned sharply, and the sad and earnest sound of the piano came out, and everyone's hearts were also followed by a burst of grief, listening to the shallow chanting, and being brought into a scene of life and death, and grief-stricken.

The women in the hall, including the queen mother on the high seat, burst into tears, picked up the silk handkerchief in their hands to wipe their tears, and the men in the hall were also slightly red in their eyes at the moment.

There was a gloomy atmosphere of grief and sadness in the entire Chonghua Palace.

Xu Yanshan's fingers plucked the strings rapidly, and the sound of the piano suddenly rose up, becoming passionate and decisive. brought everyone into a realm of life and death. It is as if I saw the scene of a grief-stricken woman who wept silently followed her beloved man into the grave for the sake of undying love.

There was a low cry in the hall, all of which were troubled by this pair of lovers who loved each other deeply but couldn't stay together.

When Xu Yanshan finished singing the last sentence, she quickly abandoned the piano and played the flute, and the beautiful and melodious melody once again flowed through everyone's ears, bringing everyone into a fairy-like realm, and the hero and heroine of the song turned into colorful butterflies, flew out of the grave, danced in the air, thought of chasing, and sang about their loyal great love......

As the last beautiful melody fell, everyone in the hall was still immersed in the sad and moving tune, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

"Okay, what a touching song, worthy of the world." I don't know which minister couldn't help but blurt out praise first, pulling everyone back to reality. (To be continued.) )