Chapter 124 This sound should only exist in the sky
Chapter 124 This sound can only be heard in heaven
It’s not just Tan Beici who is proficient in melody, but also Uncle Qihuang.
The Seventh Emperor's Uncle was a well-known elegant man. A few years ago, he once praised Ye Ruoxue's piano music for being full of spiritual energy.
From then on, Ye Ruoxue worked hard to practice the guqin just to make the Seven Emperors treat her differently.
"I heard that the eldest lady of the Ye Mansion is the number one genius in the Zhenbei Hou Mansion."
City Lord Tan praised: "Although Tan is not in Chang'an City, he has heard of Miss Ruoxue's fame. Hearing that Miss Ruoxue became famous at a young age, she was invited by the senior sister of Shenxuan College. After the death of Zhenbei Hou, she often went to express condolences.
A disabled soldier who was good at playing the piano became famous in the princely states at the age of seven."
City Lord Tan came slowly and nodded repeatedly: "It's a pity that our Ci'er is too young, otherwise Tan would have to go to Ye Mansion and Zhenbei Hou Mansion to propose marriage during this trip to Chang'an City."
After being praised by City Lord Tan, the young talents of Zui Xianxie looked at Ye Ruoxue with burning eyes.
Su Linglong's bright red lips evoked a proud smile.
Ye Haipeng also looked proud.
"Ruoxue, you're showing off your shame."
After setting up the guqin, Ye Ruoxue's waist was soft, with lotus growing every step of the way, and she sat down in front of the guqin.
Then Ye Ruoxue's slender fingers were seen plucking the slender strings.
The sound of nature flows from your fingertips.
A song of Wuling, gentle and gentle.
This song tells the story of a famous prostitute and a general.
The identities of the two are very different, and they have been criticized by the world.
When the army approaches the city and the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, the famous prostitute puts herself in danger to save the general.
Finally, he died in the enemy camp, and the general woke up with a broken leg, crawled into a pool of blood, and held his lover's body with his liver and intestines broken.
Under Ye Ruoxue's interpretation, the guests seemed to have arrived in that late autumn and witnessed the love between the courtesan and the general.
The song ends.
Everyone around me smelled it, and their eyes were filled with tears.
Ye Ruoxue raised her eyes and looked at the Seventh Emperor's Uncle expectantly.
"As expected of Miss Ruoxue, this sound can only be heard in heaven!" City Lord Tan said excitedly: "Ci'er, don't you think so?"
However, Tan Beici looked indifferent, "This song is too showy of technique, but it has lost the truest feelings. It looks pale, as if it has lost its soul."
What Tan Beici said hit the nail on the head, and Ye Ruoxue, Su Linglong and others froze before their smiles appeared.
Ye Ruoxue gritted her teeth.
Tan Beici treated Chu Yue with gentleness and intimacy.
But it made her so embarrassed!
Ye Ruoxue covered up the ferocious look in the depths of her eyes, suddenly looked at Chu Yue, and said, "Yue'er, didn't you say that you also prepared a song?"
As soon as these words came out, Chu Yue was on the verge of death.
In Chang'an City, no one knows that Miss Ye San is an idiot who doesn't know anything about playing, playing, chess, calligraphy or painting.
The Prince's Drunk Fairy Pavilion are all dignitaries in the capital. Doesn't Miss Ye San play the piano to make people laugh?
Xia Siqiong took a bold sip of wine and said loudly: "Miss Ye San, although the Marquis of Zhenbei is a military general, he is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. As her daughter, shouldn't you also have some skills? Don't let us wait too long.
wait."
Shen Qingfeng frowned: "Ah Yue is feeling unwell, let me do it for you."
"That won't work."
Qin Qianqian, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said coldly: "Mr. Shen, City Lord Tan and Uncle Seventh Emperor are both here, how can I ask you to do it for me?"
Su Linglong said: "Yue'er, don't keep everyone waiting."
Veins popped up on Shen Qingfeng's forehead, he was furious, and his eyes were full of fear.
He stood up suddenly and saw a small hand pressing on his shoulder.
With a gentle force, he pushed him back to the chair.
"Feel sorry."
"The Wuling song just now was so vulgar that it dirty your ears. Now it's time for you to see the musical grace of Ye Mansion's daughter."
Those words were so cold and calm, but they stirred up a storm!