Chapter Seventy-Four: The Battle of Music and Rhythm, the Battle of Face!
As soon as Su Ming's words fell, the entire room suddenly fell into silence.
Shi Miaoyi pondered a little and stayed calm for a moment.
The next second-
But seeing her suddenly raise her head, she smiled and said: "It's almost the way of the childe, I have to say that the three flaws that the son just raised are inevitably suspected of cheating!" ”
"Suspicion of cheating?"
Su Ming was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Shi Miaoyi with interest, and said, "Why did Miss Shi say this?" ”
Hearing Su Ming's question, Shi Miaoyi's eyes suddenly lit up with a touch of wisdom, and then she slowly spoke: "The few flaws mentioned by the previous son, whether it is the single melody or the lack of artistic conception of the lyrics and songs, these problems are not from Miaoyi herself!" ”
"Especially the problem of the single melody that Childe said!"
"If you really want to talk about it, maybe you have to go back to the folk musician who composed the music in the previous dynasty, but you can't put this hat on the little woman's head!"
"As for the lack of artistic conception......"
"There may indeed be such a problem in the performance of the right talent, but there is a saying that the benevolent see the benevolent, the wise see the wise, in the perception of the artistic conception, everyone's opinion must be different!"
"Miao Yi can't deny herself just based on the words of her son's family!"
"What's more, this song [Don't worry] played by the little woman has been circulated in the world for thousands of years, and the melody in the song is the chief musician of my Tang court, and it is also full of praise!"
"However, Childe has repeatedly criticized this song for its boring melody, single tune, and disdain between words.
"If that's the case, Childe might as well play a piece of music himself, which can also open the eyes of the little girl and see what a really good song is like in Childe's eyes!"
When she spoke, Shi Miaoyi's voice was still flat.
But it was this unhurried tone that made Su Ming suddenly realize.
I'm afraid this chick is really angry!
But even so.
But Su Ming's face did not show any panic, and his heart was as stable as an old dog.
As a qualified modern-day traverser.
Su Ming knows deeply that in terms of treating women, you must not lick them.
Because when you lick a dog, it often doesn't end well.
I remember that in my previous life on the Internet, there was a joke about licking dogs.
What does it look like to lick the dog lick the dog, lick to the end, and there is nothing!
This sentence, in fact, is well versed in the way of licking dogs, and ruthlessly exposes the tragic fate that every licking dog faces in the end.
It is precisely because of this that Su Ming will not accommodate Shi Miaoyi in everything.
Even if you are the No. 1 Oiran in Kyoto, then he should still be scared, and he should still have a poisonous tongue.
After all, if you want to make this kind of arrogant woman take the initiative to bow her head, there is no other trick, you can only make your tone higher than her.
Of course, that only if you're good enough.
You know, you need to be hard to strike iron!
As long as you can attract the other person, the woman will naturally be interested in you.
Once the woman's curiosity is aroused, the next step is to start.
And now Su Ming is taking this path.
Therefore, he didn't need to think about what kind of mood Shi Miaoyi was in now.
Because of the current situation, no matter how much you say, it will be in vain.
The best way to silence people forever is to just take action to prove it.
So.
Not long after Shi Miaoyi's words were settled, Su Ming responded directly.
"It's not impossible for me to play a song, it's just that the music skills are crude, but if the teacher girl just wants to listen to a really good song, it's enough!"
As Su Ming's flat voice resounded throughout the room.
When Shi Miaoyi heard this, a strange look suddenly appeared on her face.
This little monk is really ...... I don't even know what to say!
It's not very old, but it's really not small!
first showed that his music skills were rough in advance, and then said that he wanted to tell her what a really good song is.
At this moment.
Shi Miaoyi felt that she was being ridiculed by this little monk.
It's just that she hasn't found evidence yet.
"Okay, it's rare that the son is willing to show his hand, so the little woman listened!"
At this time.
She had completely forgotten.
The original intention of calling Su Ming up before was originally just to tease the other party and vent his evil anger for His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince.
But now, unconsciously, it has risen to the battle of music and rhythm, the battle of face!
It is important to know that in the field of music.
Although Shi Miaoyi is only a beginner, she is a latecomer.
Now, in the field she is most proud of, she has been repeatedly belittled by a little monk.
This once made her arrogant and very unhappy!
After taking a deep breath.
Shi Miaoyi's wonderful eyes fell directly on Su Ming's body.
She really wants to see what kind of good song this Shaolin Buddha in front of her can play!