In the blink of an eye.

Feng Qingyan has been in Qincheng for more than ten days.

Three days later, on August 18, it was the Qinjun Celebration.

At this time, many piano artists and even literati in the world came to participate in Zi Yaqin's celebration of the qin king. And when Feng Qingyan was named Qinjun and Jin was named Qinjun, the whole East China Sea was as quiet as a mirror, and it also spread quickly in the world.

Message about canonization.

The world will always spread at the first time.

In fact, the position of Qin Jun is nothing compared to the position of the Void Saint.

It's just a small thing.

However, when he was canonized as Qinjun, the entire East China Sea was as quiet as a mirror, but it shocked the world.

In fact, in the coastal areas of the Zhou world, you can also feel the "quietness" of the East China Sea.

It's just that it's not as quiet as a mirror.

In the hanging cliff under the piano city, there is a hidden matter of "Prince Changqin", which is also spread among the piano players. At this time, don't say that it is Qincheng, Laiguo, but the literati of Qilu and Qilu have already heard of it......

But the piano people outside the country are skeptical.

After all, only one person can feel it.

Who knows if it's true or not?

This is just one side of the canonization.

As for the "real" holy sound that appeared again and again, the qin players outside the piano city couldn't hear it, so they naturally thought it was an exaggeration.

However, the qin players in the Qin City basically believe in the existence of the prince Changqin.

It's just impossible to imagine a fifty-string piano.

Feng Qingyan is no exception.

By this time, he had already touched three strings, which was still too far from fifty strings.

I don't know when I can feel the fifty strings.

"Qingyan, the palace master is invited, and he is in the back garden. ”

Zi Yaqin came and said.

Feng Qingyan nodded, and walked towards the palace and came to the back garden.

However, he didn't see the figure of the palace master, but saw a girl with affection in his eyes coming and saluting him: "Donggong Lan has seen a gentleman." ”

"The girl is polite. ”

Feng Qingyan returned the salute and said: "Qingyan came at the invitation of the big palace master, can the girl know where the big palace master is?"

"Just now, the royal father left in a hurry, let Lan receive the gentleman, and hoped that the gentleman would forgive him. ”

Donggong Lan said apologetically.

Since this is the case, Qingyan will wait for the palace master to come back and answer the appointment and leave. ”

Feng Qingyan saluted and walked out of the back garden.

"Jun ......"

Donggong Lan wanted to stop, but stopped.

And the big palace master who was hidden on the side walked out with a sigh and said, "The saint is in a hurry to leave, but Xiaolan is slacking?"

Feng Qingyan stopped and said, "It's not that the girl is slacking. ”

"It's good that Xiaolan didn't slack off, please canonize it. The palace lord walked quickly, sat down at a stone table in the garden, and then turned his head and said, "Xiaolan serves tea." ”

"Gentleman, wait a minute. ”

Donggong Lan nodded, and went to serve tea in person.

"I don't know what the palace master is looking for Qingyan?"

Feng Qingyan walked over and sat down.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask about the crown prince Changqin, I don't know what progress has been made in the past few days?" said the palace lord casually, after all, he just wanted to create opportunities for Xiaolan.

Who knew that canonization had no intention of doing so.

After Donggong Lan served tea, the two chatted casually, while Donggong Lan served tea on the side, but her eyes never left Feng Qingyan.

The admiration in his eyes was not even hidden.

Feng Qingyan is not a fool, he naturally feels it, but he doesn't see it, and the palace master is not always involved in Donggong Lan......

After talking like this for half an hour, Feng Qingyan said goodbye and left.

"Xiaolan, you still have to die. ”

The Grand Palace Lord shook his head and said.

"Father Wang, Xiao Lan's heart is upright, how can he die?" Donggong Lan said with a faint smile, "If Xiao Lan hadn't tried to love, Xiao Lan would have regretted it for the rest of his life." ”

"But canonization is not the best husband. ”

The palace lord's brows furrowed.

"The royal father is not Xiaolan, and how do you know that the gentleman is not Xiaolan's best husband?" Donggong Lan shook his head and said, his mind was full of Feng Qingyan's shadow.

Lingering.

And Feng Qingyan came out of the palace and came directly to the rolling East China Sea, sitting in the air to watch the Qin City. Through the notes born from his fingertips, he once again "looks" at the strings in the darkness and feels the truth hidden in the strings......

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Feng Qingyan walked back from the East China Sea and came to the Qinyin Palace and the Qintai of the Jiude Hall to participate in Ziyaqin's Qinjun Celebration.

When he attained the throne of Qin Jun, Qin Jun and Qin King also proposed to hold a Qin King celebration together.

But Feng Qingyan refused.

However, it is precisely because of the existence of Feng Qingyan that there will be many literati in this celebration. In fact, there are also literati from Shaoqilu and Qilu, all of whom came to Feng Qingyan.

The festival lasted for three days.

However, the main celebration is on the first day.

Many piano players or literati left the city in a hurry after the first day of the celebration.

A few days after the celebration of the king.

Feng Qingyan also offered his resignation.

Although Zi Yaqin and other qin kings, as well as the palace master and other qin kings, they are all trying their best to keep them, and they want to be canonized and stay in Qin City for a long time.

But Feng Qingyan has made up his mind.

However, before leaving, he decided to give Qincheng a gift, which was the "real" holy sound. Before leaving, he sat cross-legged on the raging waves, empty and playing.

One by one, the "real" sacred sounds came through time and space.

When the "real" holy sound sounds.

The souls of the violinists vibrate and resonate with the "real" sound.

In the shock, the soul was shaken away from some restraints, as if it had been reborn and sublimated......

Many qin gentlemen were shocked.

These "real" sacred voices contain powers they cannot imagine, as if they can inspire souls.

Or rather, open the soul.

When Feng Qingyan left with his back on his back, the qin players in Qincheng were still intoxicated with the "real" holy sound, and their souls were still in turmoil.

It seems to be breaking free from the invisible shackles.

"Your Majesty, are you going back to the academy?"

Qing Mang said with some doubts.

If you go back to the academy, why don't you go back with Mu Yu, Helian Shan and other students?

"No, go to the Holy City of Books. ”

Sealing Qingyan Road.

The ox cart quickly drove out of Qincheng and headed towards the Qi Kingdom.

At this time, there were figures rising from Qincheng and chasing towards the hurried Feng Qingyan, who were the Qinjun and Qinwang of Qincheng.

They are here to send canonization.

"Congratulations on canonization. ”

"Congratulations on canonization. ”

Whether it is the king of the qin or the king of the qin, they are all respectful.

Because after the "real" piano sound continued to sound, one by one in the qin city broke through the realm, and even the qin jun also understood.

Beneficial.

Feng Qingyan didn't look back.

But when his ox cart was about to leave the country, there was an ox cart waiting on the side of the road.

"Lan, I've seen a gentleman. ”

Donggong Lan walked out of the ox cart and saluted.

"Miss Lan, please come back. ”

Feng Qingyan didn't lift the curtain, but said lightly.

"Lan, I am willing to serve the gentleman. ”

Donggong Lan Road.

"No, you don't. ”

The ox cart did not stop, and directly crossed the ox cart of Donggong Lan and drove towards the Holy City of Books.

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