Wei Muxi felt that his head was getting bigger, and things seemed to be getting more and more complicated and out of control.

"Cousin, she wants you to make a fool of yourself, you can't embarrass us countrymen!" Cheng Wushuang whispered in her ear.

"Uncle, you have a lot of treasured musical instruments, don't you? Would you like Miss Wei to show us that? Bai Yanshu added oil and vinegar.

"Would you like to?" Murong Qing's majestic and deep voice came.

The matter has come to this, Wei Muxi can only harden her head, if she refuses, it will embarrass everyone, not to mention that this is Murong Qing's birthday banquet, she can't sweep everyone's happiness and let Murong Qing lose face!

"Then I'll play the lute!" Wei Muxi nodded.

In the underground treasure house, there was a floor dedicated to the various precious musical instruments collected by Murong Qing, and Murong Yan volunteered to take one.

Ouyang Mo, who was late, had just arrived at the banquet hall, when he saw that the crowd was gathered in one place, and could faintly hear the sound of music, he also walked over there, when he pushed aside the crowd and walked to the front, the moment he saw Wei Muxi, he felt as if time had stood still, the ethereal and ethereal notes were beating, and his heart was beating wildly. Ouyang Mo was immediately fascinated by her, staring intently at her shadow. She is as elegant and fresh as an orchid in a deep valley, which is completely different from the women with heavy makeup and glamorous makeup around him on weekdays.

In their upper-class circles, girls who can play the piano abound, so no matter how good Bai Yanshu is, it doesn't leave a deep impression on them. Wei Muxi was wearing a lilac cheongsam, sitting on a chair, holding the pipa in her arms, she couldn't help but remind people of the poem "still holding the pipa and half covering her face", she was very focused, as if she had become one with the pipa, sometimes lowering her eyes, sometimes raising her head, and her slender and beautiful fingers plucked the strings, how could a beautiful word describe it.

There are fewer and fewer people who will pass down the things handed down by their ancestors, and when they see a beautiful woman playing such beautiful music, the audience is silent, listening with bated breath and enjoying the moment. Murong Yan was also deeply shocked, Wei Muxi was like a girl like a mystery, which attracted him even more.

Murong Qing was also impressed by Wei Muxi, especially when he saw Wei Muxi's restored paintings later, which made him feel that her talent was worthy of his son. If Murong Yan and Wei Muxi liked each other, he didn't object to it, but he ignored his other son, Murong Wei.

At the end of the song, the audience burst into warm applause, Wei Muxi blushed shyly, and her beautiful cheeks were stained with a flush, which was even more bright and moving.

Wei Muxi poured a thank you to everyone, and after saying birthday greetings to Murong Qing, she quickly evacuated, it was the first time to perform in front of so many people, God knows how nervous she was just now, but fortunately she didn't lose face. Her various musical instruments were taught to her by Mrs. Wei, and she was very talented and hardworking. She didn't know her talent, and her beauty had already captivated many people.

On the way back to the studio, around the corner, she was stopped by Murong Wei.

Wei Muxi frowned, and faintly had a bad feeling, "Young Master, is there something wrong with you?" ”

"You're attractive, do you have a boyfriend?" Murong Wei's gaze was full of aggression.

Wei Muxi took two steps back, then shook his head.

The corners of Murong Wei's mouth rose slightly, "Then how about you be my girlfriend?" ”