Xu Yichan and Murong Qingwan heard this, and immediately changed color.

"It's impossible!" Xu Yichan was surprised, how simple is this, Murong Han is clearly deliberately making things difficult for Ye Qiange.

Murong Qingwan frowned, and was also slightly unhappy.

Murong Qingwan's mother and daughter are both proficient in the piano and know how difficult it is to create piano songs.

It requires not only great skill, but also talent and talent. The most important thing is the ethereal and ineffable creative inspiration.

Not to mention creating a song to pass on to the world!

How many famous songs that have been handed down since ancient times were written by one person?

Even if it is a happy saint, it is only a number of five fingers.

"It's really not easy for ordinary people." The corners of Murong Han's mouth curved and said, "But for those who can create "Mountains and Flowing Water", it may not be. ”

"Brother Murong thinks that creation is too simple." Ye Qiange's voice was a little heavier, "A good song is a natural success, and a good hand can get it by chance, but this matter can not be repeated!" ”

Several people were stunned, and were stunned by Ye Qiange's sudden verses.

"Qiange has really changed." Murong Qingwan said with a smile.

Xu Yichan's eyes were complicated, she only lowered her head slightly, and hummed softly.

These days, Ye Qiange always makes unexpected moves from time to time.

Murong Han's expression was slightly condensed, and he was stunned in his heart, as if Ye Qiange in front of him was really different.

This idea only stopped for a few breaths.

It's just a waste, even if it changes, what can it do?

"In this way, tomorrow the ministers may continue to impeach." Murong Han let out a long sigh and made a bitter expression.

"Will it be troublesome?" Ye Qiange suddenly looked at Xu Yichan, her clear eyes, deep eyes, and gentle voice made Xu Yichan's heart tremble.

She pondered for a moment, nodded slowly, and said with a frown, "A little." ”

She has not been established for a long time, and her foundation is unstable, and the ministers impeached Ye Qiange on the surface, but in fact, they were putting pressure on her.

"Don't you say it earlier, how big is it, isn't it just a tune?"

Ye Qiange's painting style changed abruptly, and he tried his best to shirk it, and even moved out the verses, but this time he was very refreshing, waved his hand, and said, "Go to the piano." ”

The three of them were dumbfounded, unable to keep up with Ye Qiange's rhythm at all.

Murong Han's face was pale, gloomy and almost condensed into water, and his eyes were cold, as if he was about to breathe fire.

He argued with Ye Qiange for a long time, sneering and agitating on the other, and people didn't pay attention to him at all, but because of Xu Yichan's words, his face changed in an instant, and he was extremely attentive.

The palace maid set up the piano, Ye Qiange slowly sat down and said: "Last month, I was boating on the Weishui with my friends, and I saw the fisherman drunk singing, and my thoughts were like springs for a while, so I wrote this song. ”

A serious nonsense.

Xu Yichan rolled her eyes, if she guessed correctly, what Ye Qiange said about boating with friends should be to take a few maidservants to play in the Wei River.

Murong Han's essence flickered, although he was annoyed in his heart, but when he saw Ye Qiange put down his big words and took care of everything, he smiled and watched coldly, and the mockery in his eyes became more and more intense.

Famous songs, how can they be created so easily.

"The name of this song is "Drunken Fishing Singing Night"!"

Ye Qiange sat still, stroked the piano with both hands, and with a slight pluck of his right hand, a long piano sound came into his ears.

Murong Qingwan and Xu Yichan's faces moved slightly, and then they became concentrated, and with Ye Qiange's playing, the mother and daughter's hearts were shocked.

As a famous talent in Chang'an, Murong Han can naturally hear the quality of this song.

His face changed suddenly, his lips began to tremble, and his eyes looked like he had seen a ghost.

Ye Qiange didn't know what a few people thought, he was engrossed, and the ten fingers of his hands kept switching, or hooking, or plucking, or cutting, or ticking, a beautiful melody was melodious, interwoven into a fishing song.

It seems that in the twilight, on the surface of the river with the setting sun, there is a flat boat floating, and a few drunken fishermen are stumbling and singing.

The melody is extremely short, and soon the notes begin to rise high, becoming vigorous and powerful, sometimes bursting in, sometimes low, and the mood is high.

Xu Yichan and Murong Qingwan's faces softened, immersed in the sound of the piano, like boating on the river, seeing the drunken fishing uninhibited, drunk eyes and cold eyes looking at the chaos of the market, and smiling arrogantly.

Murong Han's whole body trembled slightly, clenching his teeth, and his face was about to distort.

At this time, even if he didn't want to admit it, he understood that Ye Qiange's musical attainments were extraordinary, and even he was ashamed of himself.

He caught a glimpse of Xu Yichan immersed in the rhythm, her eyes were blurred, so that the green silk on her forehead was slightly messy, and she didn't even realize it, and she was afraid of fire for a while, and her face was as white as paper.

The sound of the piano gradually fell back and became low, and the tune slowly stabilized until the end, and after a few rapid overtones, Ye Qiange stopped.

The mother and daughter were full of sorrow and kinship. Drunken fishing indulged in singing, and had the intention of being dusty, but in the end, he finally woke up and faced the rolling red dust.

"Yan Bo is old, who can cause trouble." Ye Qiange sighed, looking lonely, he was also infected by the emotions in the song.

Xu Yichan and Murong Qingwan listened, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

This sentence is very consistent with "Drunken Fishing Singing Night", which explains the meaning of this song and the feelings of this song vividly.

"Qiange, come over and let the queen mother take a good look."

Murong Qingwan was overjoyed, Ye Qiange's piano skills are so outstanding, yesterday there was a song "Mountains and Flowing Water", and today it is another song "Drunken Fishing Singing Night".

And all of them are masterpieces!

With such talent and piano skills, looking at the entire Chang'an, and even Daxu, Ye Qiange is qualified to be called the best in ancient and modern times!

You must know that Ye Qiange is only seventeen years old this year!

Murong Qingwan pulled Ye Qiange with a doting look, quite like the mother-in-law looked more satisfied with her son-in-law.

"Qiange, when did your piano skills become so good?"

Xu Yichan listened, and looked at it with big eyes.

"After returning to his mother, Erchen practiced hard for a long time."

Three days is a long time. Ye Qiange had relatives in her heart, so she didn't see Xu Yichan's playful gaze.

"Those old guys dare to slander the Qiange children of this palace, this palace wants to see who ate the leopard's gall." Murong Qingwan crossed her eyes and said very dissatisfied.

Obviously, Ye Qiange's piano skills amazed her, she was very happy to see Ye Qiange's changes, and she wanted to fight for him.

Ye Qiange crossed a warm current in his heart, and sat beside Murong Qingwan obediently, listening quietly.

Murong Qingwan looked at Xu Yichan and Ye Qiange, the male talent, the jade tree in the wind, the woman's flower and moon appearance, the national color and heavenly fragrance, like a pair of golden boys and jade girls, for the first time, I felt that the two were so compatible.

"Chan'er, you are now the Son of Heaven, and you are married to Qiange, you should think about the next generation, hurry up and give birth to the prince, don't slack off." took the two of them hand and put them together, and said earnestly.

"Queen Mother!" Xu Yichan pouted and said coquettishly, her pretty face was pink, like a peach blossom in March, and her delicate appearance added a bit of coquettishness.

Ye Qiange only felt that he was holding a ball of silk in his palm, smooth and soft, full of elasticity, so he couldn't help but pinch it hard.

Xu Yichan glared at Ye Qiange, gritting his teeth, he actually dared to take advantage of me!

Ye Qiange hurriedly took his hand away and smiled, "Queen Mother, Yichan has been busy with government affairs recently, and after this period of time, we will think about it." ”

After that, Xu Yichan's eyes looked straight again, the killing intent was pervasive, and it was incomparable.

Who said to think about it with you? The Empress was very dissatisfied, and if it weren't for the Queen Mother here, she would definitely kick him out.

At this moment, Murong Han's heart was extremely broken.

Seeing a short chat between several parents, I felt that I was completely superfluous.

Why did I become an outsider all of a sudden?

He was sad and indignant, and when he saw Xu Yichan's shy expression like a small jasper, his heart suddenly felt like a knife, and his throat was sweet.

His eyes began to redden, his elegant and gentle temperament disappeared in an instant, and his eyes stared at Ye Qiange.

"It's impossible, he's just a waste, how could he create "Drunken Fishing Singing Night"?" He muttered, the light in his eyes getting brighter and brighter, with a bit of madness and wantonness.

"Auntie, Chan'er, don't be deceived by Ye Qiange, he-"

"Do you want to say that I also plagiarized this song "Drunken Fishing Singing Night"?" Ye Qiange interrupted Murong Han again, his expression was calm, he had long expected that Murong Han would come to such a show.

"Yes!" Murong Han hurriedly said, "What kind of person you Ye Qiange are, everyone knows very well in their hearts, how could you create "Drunken Fishing Singing Night" and "Mountains and Flowing Water"!" ”

Murong Han completely tore his face, without any scruples.

"Oh, like this, I want to hear what kind of person I, Ye Qiange, am in Brother Murong's heart."

"You-" Murong Han suddenly sobered up, and couldn't help sweating in his heart, he almost fell into Ye Qiange's trap.

He took a deep breath, and when he saw Murong Qingwan looking at him dissatisfied, he couldn't help but feel bitter.

Ye Qiange secretly said that it was a pity, there were some small accidents, and he said in his heart, this kid reacted very quickly.

He retracted his gaze, sat down next to the piano, and said with a smile: "Actually, I still have a tune." ”