Han Peiyao's proposal immediately attracted a lot of discussion on the field.

In the winter, you actually bet on jumping into the river?

Even if it is a usual joke, there is no such thing as betting, not to mention that the woman dressed in disgrace after falling into the river is impolite, just in front of the king of England and the prince of the south, don't think about raising your head in Liangzhou City in the future.

Han Peiyao looked at Du Wei proudly, with a look of ambition.

At this time, if Du Wei had the intention of retreating, she would definitely be laughed at by everyone, but if she really responded, then the ending waiting for her today would be a miserable end.

Even the King of England did not feel a little surprise on his face.

Du Wei just smiled faintly, "Since that's the case, then it's up to Miss Han's wishes." ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Is she crazy?"

"What ability does a businesswoman have to improvise music, so why bother to suffer for herself?"

"I think it's better for her to beg Miss Han for mercy directly, so as not to lose face and provoke the anger of the prince of Nanwang, and no one will have good fruit to eat!"

Feng Duhan sat there, his face gloomy, and the blue and white ink and blue brocade robe on his body made his posture more and more erect, "What this Shizi just said is still counting. He said in a deep voice, but still didn't turn his head to look at the expression on Du Wei's face.

"Thank you for your concern." Du Wei's wind was light and light, her eyebrows were frowning deeply, and her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the cold stars under her eyes.

Jumping into the river?

These two words are like a knife stuck in some unknown corner of his heart.

At the beginning, the news that Shi Niang jumped into the river and died made him lose the last hope of survival, and now, is Du Wei going to repeat the old trick?

He wasn't sure.

Is she going to take this opportunity to stage that drama and run away from him?

For no reason, there was a trace of panic in his heart.

Everyone sitting here can gamble and lose, but he can't afford to lose.

At this time, someone had already laid out the incense case, and Han Peiyao had a smile on her face: "Miss Du Wei, it's too late to regret it now." ”

Du Wei knew that with Han Peiyao's character, she would never let herself go, and now she was pushing herself into a desperate situation, just to be ashamed.

"Miss Han said that she laughed, do I have room for regret?" Du Wei was too lazy to be false to her anymore, although she didn't understand the guqin, she still had part of Shi Niang's memory in her mind.

It's just that she has never actually operated it, so she came to the guqin and gestured on it with her empty hand.

There was a sharp pain in the palm of her hand, and she frowned unconsciously, her wound was split when the two boats collided just now, and she didn't have time to re-bandage it, but she was afraid that playing the piano would hurt even more deeply at this time.

She retracted her hand and stared at the guqin quietly, thinking about which piece to choose.

Shi Niang will, she will, but she doesn't like those elegant ancient songs.

The King of England and the Prince of the South were present, and what they would like was not those glamorous sounds.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and the villain in her heart laughed wildly: The king of wheat is here, tremble, mortal!

The incense has been burned halfway, Han Peiyao has already put her hands on the strings at this time, plucked gently, and the sound is like a goose in the sky, wandering in the ethereal space, sometimes swooping, sometimes chirping, whirling and looking forward to it, looking at its kind, and not giving up.

There is a little surprise in the eyes of the British king, there is no shortage of people who can play the guqin, but there are very few who can compose new songs in such a short time.

He couldn't help but look down at her, only to feel that he hadn't even noticed that there was such a concubine in the Taishou Mansion before.

Han Peiyao didn't feel it in her heart, the piano sound was tactful, and she gradually fell in love, and finally turned into a slight tremble.

"Good song!" The king of England immediately slapped his palms and laughed, his handsome face became even more charming, and for a while all the women were stunned, and they forgot to applaud Han Peiyao.

At this time, Han Peiyao didn't care about this, lowered her shy face and bowed deeply to the King of England, "If you can be praised by His Royal Highness, Pei Yao should be ......remembered forever" and was moved to tears.

Sentimental! A slut is hypocrisy! The villain in Du Wei's heart showed disdain and raised his middle finger.

"Now it's Miss Duvey's turn." Everyone had a smile on their faces, they thought that there was no need to compete now, the victory and defeat had been divided, and Han Peiyao's ability Du Wei was only afraid that it would not even be one in ten thousand.

Feng Duhan pinched the white jade cup in his fingertips, looking careless, only Tsing Yi standing behind him could see it, his other hand had already been clenched into a fist, and the bone joints were faintly revealing the white of blood loss in his sleeve.

Du Wei was not in a hurry, stretched out her index finger and slid over the strings, and the guqin made a killing sound.

Everyone was stunned.

Du Wei stretched out a finger, flicked back and forth on the strings, lightly opened her lips, and a song of smoke and sand poured out of the city.

"Some love is like a broken paper kite, and the ending is sad and the hand is on the line; Some hatreds are like a circle, and injustices cannot be retributed...... Some feelings are in the midst of suffering, and the moon and sunset between the windows are beautiful; Some hatreds are hidden but silent, and the belly turns the wind and snow into swords......"

The guqin made a monotonous sound under her plucking, but it seemed to imply the indescribable spirit of Xiao Killing Bingge, and the sound of the sound shook people's hearts faintly.

"Whoa!" The wine glass in the hand of Nanwang Shizi fell on the table unconsciously, and the wine splashed all over but he didn't realize it.

"Flying sand and wolf smoke will mess with me and add to my sorrow......"

Du Wei caught a glimpse of Feng Dusk and stood up in a trance, and her mind suddenly settled.

She chose this song precisely because the meaning of the words resonated with him.

In this way, even if she will lose to Han Peiyao in the end, she will not let him get angry and jump into the river? She wouldn't be so stupid! As long as he can be satisfied, even the king of England can't do anything to her.

"Half of the city smoke and sand soldiers are coming to the pool, and Jin Ge Iron Horse fights for the world; One will become ten thousand bones withered, how many white hairs will be sent away......"

Feng Duhan had already walked in front of her at this time, suddenly lifted the hem of the brocade robe, sat down gorgeously, stretched out his hands, and actually took the guqin.

Du Wei was shocked, but the singing continued, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe that the hand of the prince of Nan Wang, who was used to holding a sword, could also play the piano well.

After only a few plucks of the strings, Feng Duhan was able to keep up with her rhythm and play a song she was familiar with in the form of an ancient song.

The melody is magnificent, as if there is the wolf smoke of the ancient road in front of you, and the golden iron horse......

Du Wei's singing slowed down, and the sound of the piano in the twilight and twilight also weakened.

"Half of the city smoke and sand go down with the wind; There is still a wisp of concern in the hand; I just hope to return to the field to unload my armor, and I can also get back the tea you made. ”

Tsing Yi's eyes widened in shock, how many years, he had never seen the prince of Nanwang so out of shape like today, and the sound of the piano was clearly injected with true qi by him.

But with his current physical condition, he is so consuming his true qi, I am afraid that he will ...... in the end

"Half of the city is smoky, blood and tears fall; Remnants of the horse cracked armor, spread the red world......"

The once horizontal knife was immediately turned into a spring dream, and who can solve the pain and hidden pain.

"The reincarnated swallow is still on the old bed, and I will bring you February flowers."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem......" As Du Wei's last words gradually faded away, Feng Duhan suddenly coughed.

Everyone was immersed in the rhythm of the lyrics and songs just now, and was suddenly broken by this string of dramatic coughs, and suddenly came back to their senses.

"Ahem!" Feng Duhan couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, and the guqin in front of him was full of red plum petals in an instant.

"Twilight Cold!" Du Wei was shocked.

"Lord Shizi!" Tsing Yi's face also changed color.

The sound of the piano hurts the spirit, just now the prince of Nanwang actually moved his true feelings, and the result of consuming his true qi is that the meridians are afraid of damage!

Seeing that the prince of Nanwang was coughing up blood, for a while, there was chaos in the painting boat.