85. Chapter 85
"Dream Princess, Dream Princess!" Suddenly, Duanmu Qian's several calls interrupted Nangong Meng's contemplation.
"Your Majesty, are you called a concubine?" Nangong Meng raised his head and looked at Duanmu Qian, who frowned slightly, his expression was still a little dazed.
"My sister thinks this song and dance is too moving? I can see it so amazingly, the emperor has called you several times. Pouring rain teased.
"The concubine is a little distracted." Nangong Meng smiled lightly, ignoring the ridicule of the rain, "I don't know what the emperor called me?" ”
"I just like to wander my mind." Duanmu Qian didn't blame Nangong Meng, and said with a smile, "Just now I inadvertently mentioned to Yu'er that you play the pipa well, and Yu'er wants to ask you to play a song for everyone, what do you think about the concubine?" ”
"The concubine just said it casually, and the emperor took it seriously." Pouring rain snuggled up to Duanmu Qian's side, a pair of Danfeng eyes flashed, both like coquettish and resentful, "I'm afraid my sister will blame me for a lot of things." ”
"Since my sister wants to hear it, then I'll be ugly." Nangong Meng didn't care about whether it was inappropriate for him to be named and played like this by pouring rain, nor did he look at the various eyes that other people cast at him, he only smiled faintly and asked Xiaolan to go to the musician to get a pipa.
Nangong Meng held the pipa, and adjusted a few notes with her right hand as a phoenix eye, and after a little contemplation, between the fingers and the wheels, a song "Pu Jia" slowly flowed out from under her hands. The tune is slow and quiet, with a hint of imperceptible sadness, telling a different kind of lovesickness.
Nangong Meng sang softly while playing:
The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.
Tracing back to it, the road is long and obstructive; Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.
The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.
Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and tasted; Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.
The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water.
Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right; Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.
Between the fine twists, the sound of the piano is as clear as the water of the spring river, and the singing is ethereal like the ethereal wind, and everyone can't help but be stupid. Nangong Meng, who was intoxicated by his own piano music and singing, looked misty and subtle, elegant and quiet, exuding a charming luster.
Duanmu Qian stared deeply at this gentle woman, and couldn't help but think of the situation when he got the portrait of her light and small fan fluttering fireflies that year, and vowed to get her. But at this moment, there was suddenly a feeling that I had never seen her through. Although she has always been supple, she always seems to be faint, making people unable to get close and unable to grasp.
After playing the song, everyone was silent. It wasn't until Nangong Meng raised her head and smiled lightly, and it wasn't until Xiaolan stepped forward to take the pipa that everyone recovered from the shock brought by this song "Pu Jia".
"I didn't expect Concubine Meng's pipa to play so well!" Linglong, who was sitting next to Nangong Meng, couldn't help but admire, "It's really pure and elegant!" ”
"No wonder the emperor said that his sister's pipa is a must, it's really wonderful!" The praise of pouring rain is also very sincere.
"I heard Concubine Meng play a song five years ago, and it was when Concubine Meng just came to Nanlin, and the emperor held a banquet to welcome relatives. Listen to it again today, it's still so graceful! Queen Xianxiao also applauded from the bottom of her heart.
"Concubine Meng always brings me endless surprises." Duanmu Qian looked directly at Nangong Meng, and the joy and joy in his words could not be hidden.