Mo Xin thought about the list of songs he didn't know much, and then chose this song "White Bone Mourning", which was the only song that was ancient. Then according to the style of music, I chose the only lyre that I could do, and dragged the blessing of the previous term, and this kind of classical instrument turned out to be all right.

Under the eyes of everyone, Dongxue and Xia Yu placed the qin, and Mo Xin slowly sat down.

Hold the strings with your bare hands, close your eyes and exhale slightly. Then he raised his palm slightly and played it gently.

The shallow sound of the piano slowly penetrated the entire imperial garden, and the red lips opened lightly, and every sentence entered the hearts of the people.

"A piece of letterhead has fallen into the dust, and whose past has been dusted

The ink marks between the lines pour out whose love and hate

A few strokes of the book, a few horizontal thoughts, and a few strokes of ink add a few points of parting

I used to laugh at our naivety, and you galloped on horseback that year

Bloody battlefield guarding the city When the horn sounded in the front

One horse and one gun for the country is your iron backbone

Imprinted piety over the years, and who can answer my light question

sighing about the past, like spirits, can fill all the words of longing

But I can't call you back from your memories, leave me in the wind to listen to the white bone mourning

I play a song, a thousand butterflies, a thousand threads, and a thousand feet are cold

It bewitches the vast sentient beings, but it can't lead your soul

Looking back, you are very cruel, leaving me alone

Keeping a promise, waiting for an idiot I stood in front of the grave and sighed

Sigh Yin and Yang are separated by two ends ...... sighing about the past is like spirits

can fill up all the words missing

But it can't bring you back from your memories

Leave me in the wind to listen to the lamentation of the bones......"

As soon as the song was exhausted, the generals present were all touched, and several pairs of tiger eyes couldn't help but be a little wet. The old emperor also seemed to be caught in some memories, and his face was slightly desolate.

Fang Qiyan looked at Mo Xin, with a hint of nervousness and distress in the depths of her eyes, why did she sing so sadly......

"Hey, big ice! Don't think about it, it certainly wasn't written by a fool, I can assure you. Nangong Li saw Fang Qiyan pondering, afraid that he would misunderstand again, so he hurriedly forked the road. As soon as you hear this song, it's a copy of it. How could a traverser write his own songs, and if he wanted to sing them, he could sing a few decent ones.

Fang Qiyan heard Nangong Li's explanation, turned his head and gave him a cold look. Does he seem like the kind of person who thinks casually? This fox is insulting his IQ?!

Nangong pouted aggrievedly, didn't he care about it? Who told him that he was misunderstood inexplicably, blame him??

Mo Xin breathed a sigh of relief and finally finished singing this song. It's not easy, it's not suitable for love, this song can barely be taken out and used, but she is really not skilled, and she almost went out of tune just now.

got up and saluted elegantly: "An He is ugly, I don't know if His Majesty the Emperor is still satisfied." ”

The emperor had come back to his senses at this time, and praised again and again: "Good, good." Very good. The song of the eldest princess reminds me of countless good sons who have sacrificed their lives for the country, hey, I'm sorry for them. ”

When Mo Xin heard this, his heart jumped, it backfired? Hurriedly remedied the official online remedy: "Your Majesty the Emperor does not need to be sentimental, because of the heroic sacrifice of countless pioneers, there can be today's peaceful and prosperous world." The descendants of the clan can live in peace, and the souls of those soldiers must be gratified. ”

When the emperor heard this, he said with emotion: "What the eldest princess said is very true, I must give the people a peaceful and prosperous world, so as to comfort the countless heroic souls on the battlefield. ”

Mo Xin saluted and shouted with confidence: "His Majesty the Emperor is wise. ”

The people in the Imperial Garden wittily shouted: "The emperor is wise." ”

Looking at Mo Xin's unconscious small movements when he saluted, Fang Qiyan couldn't help but smile with satisfaction in his heart, his little daughter-in-law really hadn't changed at all.