Xi Zu'er took out a snow phoenix gonghou (kong) (hou) is not enough.

I actually came to another black jade sheng spring (sheng) (huang)!

It is no wonder that Huangfu Yaxian, who plays a pivotal role in the music circle, will play excitedly, stand, get up, and come up regardless of the image.

This ink jade sheng spring is more noble than Xue Feng Gonghou, I don't know how many times.

The snow phoenix can still be seen in the Imperial National Museum, and the Mo Yusheng spring really only exists in the totems of ancient books and cultural relics, fairy musical instruments.

It is rumored that it was made by Nuwa Niangniang herself, and there has been no successor for 10,000 years, and it has never been handed down.

Although everyone didn't know how powerful the ink jade sheng gong was, when they saw the gaffe of the dean of Huangfu, they could also realize how big the ink-colored instrument in Xi Zuer's hand was.

"Really? Nuwa Niangniang's use, how precious it is! ”

"Recently, Qingcheng Mountain is digging the tomb of Nuwa, and experts say that any wine glass is worth hundreds of millions. The value of this instrument is ......"

"I'll go, Mrs. Xi, your relative's child is too powerful, right?"

Gu Qiusha smiled motherly with a loving face: "That's my baby daughter!" ”

Several Qingcheng celebrities sitting next to her were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths: "Personal? ”

Gu Qiusha was proud: "I was pregnant in October!" ”

I hate it most when outsiders talk about what kind of relative's child Zu'er is.

I don't know which bastard has bad intentions to spread it out, hurting the obedient and young heart of her ancestor, and she will see one in the future and correct one by one.

At this moment.

There was a roar in Fang Yumei's ears, and she didn't have time to hear Gu Qiusha's refutation of the rumors, she was completely stunned by Xi Zuer's musical instrument after instrument.

She has always admired foreign countries and thinks that everything in foreign countries is good.

But today, Xi Zuer turned Western musical instruments into slag in seconds, and also crushed the Western style she admired.

What's even more hateful is that Xing Yue is still whispering in her ear: "Oh, our little ancestor is peerless, she looks good both horizontally and vertically, and her little fingers are all heavenly postures!" ”

Fang Yumei hated: "Didn't you say that you won't come if you are killed?" ”

Xing Yue sneered: "Yes, Xi Ruzhu's broken violin, I'm too lazy to come." But Zu'er is different when she comes to power, the baby has reported to us, of course our Donghai class has to come to cheer for Zu'er! ”

"You're ......!"

"What are you, jealous that I'm the head teacher of the East China Sea class?"

"I'm ......!"

"What am I, envy me for having such a great student as Zu'er?"

“……”

Fang Yumei was choked by Xing Yue and had no temper at all.

Biting his lip and thinking secretly, Xi Yuanshan seems to have a really strong family background, and even a poor relative can get such an expensive musical instrument, this Xi Zuer is afraid that she is not an illegitimate daughter, so she is more favored than Xi Ruzhu?

In any case, grasping Xi Yuanshan is the last word.

Stage.

Xi Zuer's ink jade sheng reed, after blowing a few syllables at random, weaves an intoxicating artistic conception.

Different from the Jin Ge Iron Horse and the passionate and domineering spirit played by Xue Feng Gonghou, the rhythm of the Mo Yu Sheng Gong is elegant and quiet, making people involuntarily sink into a small world where there are thousands of sounds and only the notes are light.

There, the mountains are babbling.

There are countless sacred birds in the air, like swimming fish.

Soft clouds are like a brocade, passing by at hand.

Yo Yo deer chirp far or near, and the whispers of the beloved rubbed the neck socket as if there was nothing.

It's so comfortable.

I really want to sleep in such a small world for a long time......

"Zheng ——!" Ground thud.

The last note closes, bringing the intoxicated crowd back to reality.

Only then did everyone realize that at some point, they had actually risen from their seats, swaying in place, swaying like children to the rhythm of the music.

Dean Huangfu pressed the old heart that was about to jump out of his heart: "Zu'er, you ...... Mo Yusheng ...... Is it ancestral? ”

Xi Zuer replied casually: "No." It's just a small object to relieve boredom, and the ancestors didn't think about passing it on to anyone. ”

Everyone: "......"