I saw a man in white sitting in a wheelchair, and behind him a tall, strong man in black was pushing the wheelchair slowly, with an expressionless and unfathomable face.
The man has a slender body, and even though he is sitting in a wheelchair, he can still tell that he is tall and tall.
The face is like a crown jade, the eyes are like stars, the sword eyebrows are flying at an angle, and there is a little cinnabar in the middle, which is bright red like fire, like white jade stained with blood, which is thrilling.
There is a saying that the people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
This is the person he is talking about.
"Uncle Nine Emperors!"
Seeing the person coming, Dongfang Qingxuan immediately stood up and greeted him with respect.
So does everyone else.
Facing everyone, Dongfang Mo smiled slightly, his eyes twinkling like stars in the sky.
"I'm here uninvited, so just treat me as if I don't exist. Don't be formal." Even when he spoke, he was as gentle as jade, making people listen to him like a spring breeze.
Dongfang Mo's eyes turned and fell towards Ye Qingran.
The person behind him took out a guqin at some point and came to Ye Qingran.
The guqin is shaped like a phoenix tail, with phoenix feathers hollowly carved on it, which is lifelike and exudes a heavy aura, as if it came from ancient times.
Ye Qingran secretly thought that this was a good piano, but his face remained calm.
She looked at Dongfang Mo again, and saw that this man always smiled lightly, as gentle as the full moon above his head.
Recalling that this person had twice rescued him in the Wuji Palace, Ye Qingran felt grateful.
Then he thanked Dongfang Mo: "Thank you very much, Ninth Prince."
Dongfang Mo nodded and let people push him to an inconspicuous corner.
For some reason, looking at his back, Ye Qingran's heart skipped a beat for a moment, feeling that this Ninth Prince was like a lone star far away in the horizon.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Qingran held the Phoenix Tail Qin in his arms, went to the open space in the center, and sat on the ground with a casual and unrestrained posture.
The guqin was placed in front of Ye Qingran, and his slender fingers were on the strings, flicking by. A shallow blue halo flickered on and off. The guqin was suspended in front of Ye Qingran, using its shallow blue light.
, wrap her up.
Everyone couldn't help but admire when they saw this.
It is said that Fengwei Guqin originated from ancient times and has been passed down for many years. It is a wise Qin.
The ancestor who built it was a powerful man who could break mountains and rivers with one hand.
When I saw it today, it was indeed extraordinary.
Ye Huanhuan's eyes showed jealousy.
Who doesn’t know the status of the Ninth Prince in the royal family?
Even though he was born with a disability, the late emperor only favored the nine kings, and all the favors were given to him.
Even His Majesty must be courteous.
This phoenix-tail guqin is the favorite of the Nine Kings and never leaves their side.
But the Ninth Prince, who was so mysterious and respected, lent his most beloved treasure to Ye Qingran.
Why would a mere piece of trash use such a good piano?
What a waste!
She wanted to take a closer look and see what amazing music Ye Qingran could play using the Phoenix Tail Qin!
In this room, Ye Qingran lowered his eyes and looked at the guqin, stunned.
Before I knew it, the last time I played the piano was already in my past life.
Looking back again, it suddenly seemed like a dream!
The stars move and the vicissitudes of life change.
She had to sigh, things in the world are unpredictable.
Whether it’s China or Xuanmiao.
Life is like the wind, and the only thing she can do is to stick to her true heart.
Even after many years, when I met Qin again, the memories that had been dormant for many years suddenly came to life.
In China in the 31st century, her music once shook all the continents, and no one could compare with her!
"Keng~"
A loud sound sounded, rising up into the wind and drifting into everyone's ears.
Everyone was shocked.
Ye Qingran's first note was sonorous and powerful, and he was obviously not an amateur.
And this first note indicates the tone of her next song, which will definitely be impassioned and majestic!
Ye Huanhuan's heartstrings suddenly tightened, and she prayed in her heart that Ye Qingran had better be a dabbler!
Ye Qingran was sitting in the middle surrounded by hundreds of people, sitting cross-legged with his back straight like a cypress.
In front of her is a delicate and heavy phoenix-tailed harp.
Guqin, beauty!
Ye Qingran had no distractions and was immersed in it.
The slender jade fingers danced on the golden strings.
The sound of the piano soared upwards with the wind and reached everyone's ears.
The sounds of the piano were very different from those played by Lin Yue, Ye Huanhuan and other noble ladies just now.
If what Ye Huanhuan and his like are playing is the budding love and sentimentality of young ladies waiting to be married, then what Ye Qingran is playing is the aspirational passion of Jin Ge Pegasus!
The surging sound, one level higher than the other, is like a huge wave coming, and even more like thousands of troops and horses are unstoppable!
Everyone seemed to see this scene amidst the bursts of piano music:
Millions of lions, majestic and heavy steps, resonate into a shocking melody and raise endless smoke and dust.
Wherever it passed, there were millions of corpses and blood flowed for thousands of miles!
The wind is rolling, the horse is neighing, and the sword is like frost!
In an instant, thousands of troops and horses were approaching the city. The country, the country, and the country were shaken by wind and rain, and the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away were left crying and crying.
A figure on a horse galloped from a distance, followed by hundreds of elites.
A faint singing voice came faintly from there.
That is a military song that represents glory and faith, gradually converging into a monstrous sound wave, forming an unyielding city wall!
Honor my life, fight my soul!
Even if there is only the last city left, even if there is only the last broken body left, we must defend our country and homeland to the death!
…
The sound of the piano turned and gradually became weaker.
The horn of war gradually faded away, and what you could see was the mess all over the place, corpses wrapped in horse leather, and mourning victims everywhere.
One general's success will destroy ten thousand bones.
In this life-and-death war, whose country was destroyed? Whose family was destroyed?
After all...
When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer!