"It's over."

The ministers' hearts were cold.

His Majesty Li Er twitched the corners of his mouth, how could these two fathers and sons have a virtue!

"Here comes the saint?"

"What, the saint is here too!?"

"The saint and the queen are here!"

"They're all behind the colt!"

"Could it be that you accompanied the horse to chant poetry?"

The news that the saint has also arrived has completely made the crowd boil!

At the same time, everyone's eyes were on Li Hui, and even the crowd took the initiative to retreat around, exposing a group of people led by Li Hui to the crowd...

"You say, is my father going to be deflated?" Cheng Chu swallowed his saliva silently, and was actually a little excited.

Qin Huaiyu glanced at Cheng Chumo and did not speak, his eyes revealing pity.

Silly kid...

"Zhijie..."His Majesty Li Er sighed silently.

"I'm here! Your Majesty! Cheng bit Jin Le stepped forward and said.

"Before you go on the expedition, you are not allowed to take half a step out of the house." His Majesty Li Er said lightly.

"Huh?" Cheng Biting Jin was stunned.

The ministers couldn't help but hold their foreheads and snickered.

Cheng Yanjin suddenly saw that Cheng Chumo was also snickering, and suddenly became angry, and for some reason suddenly wanted to beat his son, and said angrily: "What are you laughing at!?" ”

"Ah, no, didn't laugh at anything."

Cheng Chu silently saw that the situation was not good, turned around and left.

"Rebel, look at the fist!" Cheng Yanjin shouted loudly.

This little episode did not affect the enthusiasm of the masses, and they all looked at Li Hui with burning eyes, wanting him to compose a poem.

After all, the immortals are here, who would dare to compose poems?

Li Hui's 100 poems have become classics in the poetry world and are widely sung.

"Ahem, Li Hui, why don't you compose a poem?"

His Majesty Li Er said loudly, after all, being watched by so many people... It's not a way to go on like this... Of course, His Majesty Li Er himself also wants to see Li Hui write poems.

When the ministers heard this, they also turned their attention to Li Hui, after all, immortals write poems... That's something you never get tired of watching...

The shouts of the masses became more and more eager, and among the people, the horse had almost become a myth, and its name as an immortal resounded throughout thousands of homes.

Li Hui shook his head and walked to the stage.

After all, originally for Changle and Ruying, they also wanted to compose poems.

Li Hui came to the stage and said to the shopkeeper: "Boss, do you have a piano?" ”

The boss was stunned, not knowing what the colt meant, but he still nodded: "Pony, please wait a moment." ”

A moment later, the shopkeeper and a fellow brought up a guqin.

Seeing Li Hui's actions, everyone was stunned, they didn't understand Li Hui's intentions, didn't they want to chant poetry?

Could it be that Li Hui wants to play the qin?

The ministers in the audience and His Majesty Li Er all frowned.

And the faces of the eldest grandson Lanyun and the other daughters were filled with proud smiles, and the husband's performance was about to start...

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the theme of the poem is naturally the month.

A faint smile appeared on Li Hui's face and he sat in front of the guqin.

At this moment, Li Hui's whole person seemed to be integrated with the guqin, and the audience in the audience saw it with an illusion, as if Li Hui should have been there.

“——"

Li Hui's eyes were misty, and he gently stirred the strings.

This sound, like a heavenly sound, suddenly resounded throughout the audience.

The crowd fell silent almost instantly, because the sound alone gave them a different feeling.

Li Hui did not play the original tune, but composed it casually.

His virulent rhythm can make the musician become one with the piano and the music in an instant, and completely show the artistic conception in the music.

Li Hui gently stroked the piano with both hands, and note after note flowed from his fingertips.

From the audience, Li Hui's movements are very slow, but they are like flowing water, and the rhythm is smooth and natural.

However, it is this not fast fuqin that actually makes everyone feel quiet.

At this time, Li Hui spoke.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky..."

As soon as Li Hui spoke, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

What a wonderful singing voice...

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year it is tonight..."

Li Hui's voice rang out one after another, and with the music he played, almost everyone was immersed in Li Hui's artistic conception for a while...

They seem to see a lonely person on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, asking for wine to the moon, telling the pain of homesickness and missing their relatives.

He couldn't help but ask what year and month is the heavens in the heavenly palace now?

"I want to go back with the wind..."

"It's cold in the high places, dance to figure out the shadow..."

"How like in the world..."

As soon as Li Hui's tune changed, they seemed to feel the mood of the person who wanted to fly to the sky and was afraid of loneliness, and finally chose to stay in this world.

Everyone present was silent, they didn't dare to make any sound, for fear of destroying the atmosphere, and at the same time, Li Hui's playing and singing completely led their minds... They also followed Li Hui's rhythm, as if they had become the people in the poem!

Many people have already unconsciously felt that they are full of nostalgia and have thousands of thoughts, and some people have even burst into tears!

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny..."

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles."

Suddenly, the rhythm of the piano changed and it became muffled.

The hearts of the crowd were suppressed to the rhythm of the piano.

They seemed to feel Li Hui's thoughts, and he seemed to be telling that no matter how far away he was from his relatives, as long as he was safe and healthy, it was enough, just as he sang the verse: I wish people a long time, and they will be together for a thousand miles.

This sentence added Li Hui's own thoughts, Qin Ruying's expedition was imminent, how could he not worry? But as long as it is safe and healthy, and the family is neat, it is the best.

The end of the song.

Li Hui himself was also immersed in the music and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

Qin Ruying's delicate face was already covered with tears, and she walked forward quickly in the eyes of everyone and hugged Li Hui from behind.

Qin Ruying, a woman who dares to love and hate, never hides her feelings!

How could she not hear Li Huiqin's concern for herself?

It is precisely because of the beauty of the present and the reunion now that I am worried about her who is about to go on the expedition.

After a long time, everyone was still immersed in the melodious and low artistic conception and couldn't extricate themselves.

I don't know how long it took, someone applauded, and in an instant, the applause was thunderous, but still no one spoke.

Because no matter how beautiful the language is, it can't describe this artistic conception, this feeling...

Any words will destroy this melodiousness, this thought...

The ministers also came back to their senses, stabilized their emotions one after another, and began to applaud, and then looked back, only to find that His Majesty Li Er had gone somewhere.