Chapter 70: Zhou Mo's Packaging 4

readx;? The musician was personable and looked extremely young, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with short blond hair and a tuxedo, and bowed respectfully to everyone on stage. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The musician looked very good, and he quietly looked down on the stage until all the audience looked at him silently, and then smiled and spoke.

"The audience in the audience, as well as the guests in the box, began to play immediately, the prelude, the death of the north. ”

The language is concise, then he bows slightly, his hands are slightly open, and a baton appears in the musician's right hand.

I saw the baton tremble slightly, and the low and extremely tense horn sounded slightly.

There was no foreshadowing, and the horn symbolizing war was directly used!

The audience was caught off guard and was suddenly carried into the flames of the previous war in the north by the sound of the trumpet.

In the box, the little princess's little hand grabbed the skirt suddenly, her golden eyes were slightly distracted, the musician's music was extremely expressive, and it touched the girl's heart at once.

All kinds of musical instruments entered one by one, and there was no discomfort and a low and hoarse sound, just like the gloom and misery of the civilians of the north, who were drawn into the race war without warning.

Every note stopped in the little princess's heart, as if it was carrying blood, and the sound of each instrument was like the wail of hundreds of millions of civilians.

The little princess's golden eyes overflowed with tears, and several personal maids hurriedly stepped forward to serve, because it was a musically educated maid, and the middle-aged woman who was also standing beside the princess at this time was full of shock.

This is definitely a master-level conducting skill, and the orchestra is definitely an orchestra comparable to the Royal Music Orchestra.

As soon as the question in my heart arose, I heard a sudden change in the style of music on the stage.

The delicate violin sound sounded, like a primer, turning all the instruments into a gentle and delicate one.

It makes people instantly free from the war, enter the gentle and warm country, enjoy the black tea and honey, and the red face is beautiful.

However, the low sound of the horn remained, but a few tones were lowered, interspersed with a gentle vagueness, from inaudible to high.

When the trumpet is at its highest!

The music on the stage suddenly rang out, and all the instruments seemed to be suddenly injected with steel and iron bones, like knives and guns ranging!

This change has made all the listeners have a picture in front of their eyes.

The nobles of the human race are still enjoying a luxurious and comfortable life, and the women are sipping honey and black tea and enjoying the spring color of the garden.

The aristocratic lords, on the other hand, were wrapped in pink arms and jade legs in the gentle township, and they were drunk and didn't know where to go.

At this moment, the sound of the war horn suddenly sounded in the north.

The women got up with solemn faces, and began to command the servants in an orderly manner, packing up their armor and weapons for their husbands and sons.

The noblemen got up from their warm and soft beds, their faces were as pale as iron, and when they returned home, they were silent, and let the woman put on their armor, and took up their swords and guns, and then, without saying a word, they straddled their horses and set out to the place where the trumpets sounded!

The music became more and more exciting, and finally it was like a golden iron horse, galloping for thousands of miles.

Epic, the word "epic", at the height of the music, suddenly appeared in the minds of all the listeners.

This is an epic movement, an epic movement that can survive forever without the change of dynasties.

As the movement continued, everyone seemed to see the invasion of the northern blood clans, from the center of all the territories, one noble, two nobles, three nobles, and many nobles, wearing armor, riding war horses, carrying swords, under the guidance of the sound of trumpets, gathered into a stream.

With a charge, with a sword, with steel, with flesh and blood, to meet the boundless undead.

No one retreats, no one survives!

The baton was in the musician's hand, and he clicked it three times.

All instruments except the sound of the horn came to an abrupt end!

Only the sound of the trumpet still rings.

The little princess understood the meaning, even if all my human race died in battle, the war would never stop?

In her muttering to herself, the little princess raised her head and looked at her musical upbringing.

The middle-aged maid nodded slightly, and then said softly:

"There is also a meaning, he is protesting, protesting that while the northern nobles are swearing to fight to the death, they are all human races, but the southern nobles do not make a sound!"

The middle-aged maid suddenly understood a little why the fat man needed the little princess's appreciation, not for fame, but for his life.

This kind of performance is not an ordinary song, it is an immortal epic that can last forever with human civilization, in which the southern nobles, including the three kings, are so ironic, it is difficult to guarantee that no one will start the idea of destroying the score!

At the end of the prelude, the musician turned, bowed to all the listeners, and in a faint low trumpet, said:

"Rest for a quarter of an hour, but the sound of the horn is still the same, please take care of yourself!"

When the orchestra plays, the audience is not allowed to move freely, and just one prelude has a full half hour, and during the interval, the audience should be given time to sort out their mood and convenience.

The little princess in the box looked at the musician standing firmly in the center of the stage and asked:

"If this ensemble piece spreads, the time for this person to become famous is not far off!"

The middle-aged woman leaned over and replied:

"Not only is it famous, if this ensemble is spread, it seems that this person's name will be part of this epic chapter together with the score, and it will be passed on forever!"

The little princess looked at her upbringing maid in shock, this upbringing maid little princess is very familiar, although she is a servant, but she has a very high vision, even some performances of the royal orchestra, she can also find out a lot of faults, but she doesn't want to, today there is such a high praise for this orchestra!

At this time, the middle-aged woman's face showed a little gloom, and she looked at the eyes of the little princess.

"Titian, are you sorry for the civilians in the north who were left by the remains of the Bloodline?"

The little princess's innocent and kind gaze made Titian feel slightly guilty, but it didn't show it on her face.

"Your Highness Princess, what do you think of this performance?"

Without even thinking about it, Her Royal Highness said:

"It's even higher than the Royal Orchestra! Titian, didn't you say that this is an epic chapter, and it will be passed down forever with human civilization!"

Titian was silent for a moment, then said:

"Such a wonderful movement, did you notice that after the intro, there was an audience member who stood up in respect?"

The little princess was stunned, indeed, after the prelude was over, all the listeners were silent, and none of them stood up to express their love and respect for this respectable movement.

The little princess looked at Titian and asked:

"What's going on, I was shocked by the music just now, I didn't pay attention for a while, these people are also nobles when they look at their costumes, and in the face of epic music, how can they forget the minimum etiquette?"

Titian, with a sigh, said:

"Because, princess, you are going to marry the son of King Yuan, the royal family and the three kings of the south, and they are going to stand together! The deceased is gone, and no one will offend the royal family and the southern aristocratic group for a group of dead people!"

The little princess looked stunned, these days, all she thinks about is the puppet feeling that the marriage is inautonomous and is completely manipulated by others, and she yearns for freedom.

But the little princess's pure and fragile heart never thought that her marriage would affect so many things, and even the performance of a concert was obviously outstanding, but no one applauded because of her marriage! )