When Su Wanqing sounded this drum, Pei Tianyu looked at her with interest. I didn't expect this little girl to be so young that she actually had the strength to beat the drum of the Western Regions.

After all, this gift was given to him by the envoy of the previous feudal country, and he naturally knew how difficult this Western Regions drum was.

Besides, Xiao Liu chose to sit next to this Miss Su, he must know her identity. At this moment, Pei Tianyu was suddenly very curious, what did such an unbearable girl in the legend really look like?

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Wanqing's somewhat dirty little face at the moment. Pei Xiu sat in a wheelchair and looked at the expressionless little man above, with a smile in his eyes.

From the moment he entered the door, he noticed her. While everyone was looking at him, only the peculiar girl sat in the corner, and her eyes lit up at the food in front of her, as if she had seen some world-wide treasure. She even glanced at the person next to her, and then at him hurriedly.

When she found that all eyes were on him, she quietly and quickly reached out and transferred a plate of her favorite dishes to her. After that, they began to feast unscrupulously.

Speaking of which, she should thank him for helping her attract so much attention so that she could eat what she loved.

Pei Xiu had never seen such a woman, and her interest in food far exceeded that of him as a prince. Although he is a crippled and disfigured prince, the girl's attitude, I have to say, successfully attracted his attitude.

So, in order to "revenge" the girl for not paying good attention to him, he unexpectedly did a very childish thing: he sat next to her in full view.

Thinking of her secretly annoyed eyes, he couldn't help but secretly laugh, but he pretended to turn a blind eye, and specially pretended to be kind and handed her a cup of tea. I don't know if this little girl will be angry in her heart and hate him.

Su Wanqing's little face was stained with vegetable juice, and he didn't remind her badly. Later, this little girl will find out, and I don't know what will happen.

Su Wanqing sat on the stage, seemingly beating the drum in an orderly manner, but in fact, she had been secretly making clever efforts to make the drum make the sound she wanted.

At first, the beating of drums made everyone frown, but slowly, someone soon noticed that something was wrong.

This drum sound is getting smoother and faster! Moreover, the ups and downs are also noticeable.

Liu Huanxue was originally very comfortable dancing the sword with the sound of the piano, but as Su Wanqing's drumming became louder and faster, her steps became a little messy. In order to keep up with the drums, Liu Huanxue had to increase her speed and speed up the speed of her sword dance.

At this time, a picture began to appear in everyone's eyes. As the drum sound changes from shallow to deep, from slow to fast, the deep sound becomes high-spirited.

Everyone seemed to be in a battlefield, first of all, the enemy did not move and I did not move the vigilance at the beginning, and the war was about to break out. Then one of them finally couldn't hold it anymore and rushed out shouting and rushing out to the opposite side. Immediately after, all the people shouted frantically, raised their weapons in their hands, and rushed towards the enemy.

The sound of all kinds of weapons and wails are intertwined, which makes people have goosebumps all over their bodies. However, this scene is so realistic under the rendering of drums, so that many men here have aroused a burst of pride and ambition in their hearts, imagining that they are also a part of it, raising the weapons in their hands, bravely killing the enemy, and fighting for glory for their country!

The war came and went quickly. The drumming stopped suddenly, and there was a sharp turn, which became slow and steady. The momentum of killing thousands of enemies suddenly retracted, and Liu Huanxue's footsteps became faster and faster, her hair was already messy, her forehead was covered with sweat, and she was panting heavily, but she still couldn't keep up with Su Wanqing's drumming.

And Qing Xue'er, who was already pale, plucked the strings quickly, and even a few strands of blood had dripped into the piano along her fingers, but she didn't dare to stop at all.

Stop, and you lose. Qing Xue'er and Liu Huanxue both told themselves in their hearts that they couldn't lose!

As Su Wanqing reined in, the drumming became much calmer, as if everything in Fang Cai did not exist. But soon, the drum sound became poignant and heroic again, but it did not seem graceful, and still carried the unique pride of the Western Regions drum.

After the war, there was blood and corpses everywhere in sight. Through the mournful sound of the drums, everyone seemed to see the grieving eyes and heartbreaking wails of the relatives of the families of the fallen soldiers.

The cruelty of war is far more serious than people think. Some of the women present were already in tears because of the mournful drumming.

And the man who was originally full of excitement was also silent at the moment, and his face lost his original pride.

Su Wanqing still didn't stop the movements in her hand, she clapped and patted, and the drum beat another turn, changing to another taste.

Time has passed, and they have learned to let go of their loved ones. Their lives must go on, and their steps must not stop. The departed loved ones are their pride, and they applaud their warriors!

Until the drums stopped, everyone was still immersed in their own thoughts, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Qing Xue'er's bleeding hands hung down, and Liu Huanxue's whole person "pounced" and fell on the stage, her eyes blank.

Su Wanqing still didn't have any expression, but at this moment, no one dared to laugh at her anymore.

Yes, this is a victory that belongs to Su Wanqing alone!