"Ding, smack, smack. Ding, bang, bang, bang......"

Gao Yuan's finger was placed on the zither, and with a flick of his finger, the first note sounded, and the flowing melody echoed in the hall.

"Nice prelude, huh?" Anyone with a little bit of musical literacy is in good spirits.

Feng Yuanlun frowned slightly, and it could be seen from the level of the prelude that the quality of this song should not be too bad.

Even the prince restrained a hint of ridicule on his face and listened carefully.

After all, the prelude is just an appetizer, and you have to continue listening to the song whether it is good or not.

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world.

Dreams are cold. After a lifetime, there are a few love debts.

If you acquiesce, life and death wither, etc.,

Waiting for a circle, another circle of annual rings.

Futu Tower, broken several layers, broken whose soul.

The pain went straight to it, a broken lamp, a collapsed mountain gate.

Let me wait a little longer, and history will turn around

Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play, a song of guzheng ......"

After a short prelude, Gao Yuan's voice opened and sang the first melody, and the whole hall fell silent, and everyone was immersed in this dreamlike, crying, heart-wrenching tenderness.

The simple melody of the guzheng, coupled with Gao Yuan's somewhat deep voice, the singing voice is fluttering, which makes people think a lot.

People who are not in love listen, longing for love, people who have been in love listen, reminiscing about love, people who are in love are happy, they are smiling, people who are not in love are happy, they are sad and lost......

The soft sound and music, like a knife, pierces deep into everyone's heart, digging into the bits and pieces of their lives!

"This is ......" Feng Yuanlun was stunned, this kind of melody is very unique, it is different from the songs of the empire, and there is a different power that touches people's hearts!

What's even more shocking is that the lyrics of this song are so beautiful.

Beautiful, profound, timeless, and elegant, it seems that every word is a work of art—at least compared to the words of an imperial song!

At the beginning, Feng Yuanlun also planned to find some faults in Gao Yuan's music, satirize it, and by the way, boast about the musical art of the empire.

But after listening to a few words, Feng Yuanlun was completely shocked by the artistic conception of the song, and he had long forgotten about the fault-finding things.

Not only Feng Yuanlun, all the guests in the hall were attracted by this song. Even the people of the Chen family and the Su family, who had been hiding in the corner and didn't want to be involved in this matter, were stunned, and their eyes flashed with tenderness.

"It's raining, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates, entrenched in the roots of old trees,

The stone slab reverberated and waited.

The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village,

Fate is our ......"

When the chorus sounded, everyone's hearts seemed to be grabbed by the fate of the two protagonists in the song, their fists were clenched, thousands of past flooded into their hearts, and the corners of their eyes were slightly moistened.

The singing faded, the guzheng fluttered lightly, and finally there was silence in the hall.

After a while, I don't know who was the first to gently clap his palm, and thunderous applause rang out in an instant, and many people cheered in unison: "Good song!"

It is indeed a good song, just look at the pale faces of the prince and Feng Yuanlun, they never expected that Gao Yuan could sing such a charming song.

The applause rang for three minutes before it gradually calmed down, and many people found that the prince's face was not good-looking, so they quickly stopped, otherwise it would not be difficult for the applause to last for ten minutes.

Gao Yuan got up and said, "I wonder what Your Highness thinks of this song compared to Feng Yuanlun's song?"

"All good. In front of everyone's eyes, the prince said embarrassedly: "The melody is very beautiful, the lyrics are very exquisite, it seems that your universe is not a poor country with nothing." However, I personally still like Feng Yuanlun's impassioned battle song, which can reflect the majesty of our imperial warriors!"

Even if he wanted to ridicule Gao Yuan in his heart, it was impossible for the prince to open his eyes and tell nonsense. Music is such a thing, good is good, bad is not good, as long as you are not deaf, anyone can give an evaluation.

The prince can only start with style and regain a little face for the empire.

There was silence in the hall, and even fools could hear that this evaluation was not very fair, and there was a suspicion of harmony, but they dared to say more. It is impossible for anyone to refute the prince for the sake of a person from another universe.

The word music, no one mentioned it again, Feng Yuanlun covered his face and retreated in a gloomy manner. The meaning of his existence is to ridicule Gao Yuan for being a dirt bun, but it turns out that the soil bun is not a dirt bun, but a high-profile person with a lot of money, and he can only leave the scene gloomily.

The prince's face was not good, so he said a few words casually, and walked straight to the table in the corner.

Everyone's eyes followed, and they saw the prince walking to Su Wanrong's side, and after whispering a few words, he sat down.

"The prince is really as rumored, he loves Su Wanrong so much that he can't extricate himself!" someone with good deeds muttered in a low voice.

The person who heard it was startled, and hurriedly said: "You don't want to die, you will be heard by the purple guard, and you will be punished for the crime of talking about the royal family!"

The man was startled, and quickly covered his mouth and said, "I didn't say anything, you didn't hear anything!"

Gao Yuan watched the prince and Su Wanrong talk from afar, and thought to himself: I have to quickly find an excuse to go back to the Star of Death, although the Hongdel Star is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time!

Just thinking about it, Qin Qi leaned over and said suspiciously: "Why haven't I heard the song you sang just now." ”

Gao Yuan touched her head: "You haven't heard much." Next time I'll send you a song, huh...... Your name is Qin Qi, how about sending you a song of Qili Xiang?"

The banquet is over, and the prince's ridicule of Gao Yuan will naturally not spread, only the fireworks Yi Leng began to circulate in the Jinding City of Dari with the efforts of a few good people who love music.

Many people have heard similar beautiful love songs for the first time, and are moved by the beautiful melodies, especially the moving lyrics, but in just a few days, someone actually made pirated CDs and began to sell them on the streets.

Takato didn't know that the songs stolen from Earth had been pirated, and even if he did, there was nothing he could do. The empire is different from the earth, and the awareness of copyright is equivalent to none, and in this country where the imperial power is supreme, the word copyright is really a bit ridiculous.

There is a saying that under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister. The emperor doesn't want it, you can keep it, the emperor wants it, it's the emperor's.

For a few days, Gao Yuan's small days were very comfortable.

Get up every morning and communicate with Chen Liuli about the preparations for going to the Star of Death, he moves his mouth, Chen Liuli does it, and he just needs to say what resources he needs.

At about eight or nine o'clock, Gao Yuan went straight to the Imperial Library in the central area of Jinding City, and found books on astronomy and geography in the sea of millions of books, no matter who the author was, no matter what was written, he would open it and read it, and seize all the time to understand the culture here.

This looks like a whole day, and in the evening, it is a banquet for each family. Now that the upper nobles of the entire empire know Gao Yuan's origin, and they also know that the emperor gave Gao Yuan the Star of Death to Gao Yuan, and they want to do a very important study.

In the evening, Gao Yuan threw himself into the cultivation in full swing again. The forty-five years of cultivation brought by the anode elixir still need to be digested slowly, and the day when the digestion is completed will be the day of his breakthrough.