Chapter 74: Let's watch the fun when someone chooses a concubine 5
But when the guqin, pipa, long flute, erhu and other musical instruments were brought up one by one, Qinglei was dumbfounded. She was not proficient in music at all.
She frowned, but for the sake of the prince, she still chose the guqin.
At the beginning of the first round, the first few performed very well, and their voices lingered for three days.
But when it came to Qinglei, she looked hesitantly at the Queen Mother and Shiqing on the stage, and cast a twilight look at them for help.
It's all my fault that I didn't listen to my mother's teachings and only liked to wield swords and guns.
"Wait a minute, Princess Qinglei and I discussed some new tricks yesterday. Since today is a competition, those clichés are boring. Since it is a talent, you should perform what you are good at. Why don't you let me play the flute for the princess?
how?"
It was obviously nonsense, but the matter was said very calmly. She stood up from Ming Qingyue, faced the audience in reality, and then looked at him again.
Qing Lei felt relieved, "Yes, yes, of course I want the prince to see how good I am, otherwise it will be all hypocrisy and pretentiousness, yes. Hehe."
The two of them sang together, which made the Queen Mother blush. This precious daughter was really spoiled by her, but since the imperial concubine had found a way for her, she would just do it like this.
"Well, that's fine, that's right." The Queen Mother's eyes concealed a trace of comfort, and she glanced at Shi Qing approvingly.
But Ming Qingyue remained silent, raised his brows slightly, then smiled and waved, and agreed.
Shiqing seems to have a good idea. Of course, although she is really just a rotten girl in modern times, she learned to play the flute because she had a crush on an art student.
He whispered to Cai'er, asked her to bring some paper, and suddenly started writing furiously on it.
Everyone was surprised, why did this talent show seem to have become her imperial concubine's business?
Concubine Rong and others looked at each other and smiled. Who didn't know that this young lady from the Duan family was good at singing and dancing, but I had never heard that she could also play the flute.
In ancient times, women who played the flute were usually women from the Jianghu community. This was not the elegant music of the court.
All the concubines looked like they were watching a good show.
Shiqing walked up to Qinglei and whispered, "I'll play the flute later, and you'll dance the sword."
With eyes full of joy, Qing Lei nodded firmly.
The bitter and sad tone of the metal and stone, the clear sound enters the darkness. The blue sky tree comes with resentment, the white peony moves with fragrance. The flowing water spreads to Xiangpu, and the sad wind passes through the Dongting.
With the sound of the flute, you suddenly feel empty, making you feel like you are in a distant desert with solitary smoke curling up.
At this time, the hilt of the sword was unsheathed and it suddenly jumped up, like a soldier on the battlefield.
"Climb the mountain to watch the beacon during the day, drink by the river at dusk." Cai'er looked at the poem Shi Qing had just written and read the first sentence with great momentum.
The sound of the flute, the sound of sword dancing, and the sound of reciting poems, combined with the three, made the whole place calm, as if it was not a matter of choosing a concubine, but a real battlefield.
In front are thousands of troops and horses, and the sky is full of flames.
"Pedestrians are fighting against the wind and the sand is dark, and the princess Pipa is full of grievances.
There are no city walls in the wild clouds, and rain and snow cover the desert one after another.
Hu Yan flew away every night with a cry of mourning, and Hu'er burst into tears.
When you hear that the jade gate of the Tao is still covered, you should throw your life away.
The bones of the battles are buried in the wilderness every year, and it is rare to see sweet apples entering the Han family."
Then, with each step of the flute sound, a step of the sword, and a line of poetry.
In this way, the last lingering sound fades away, and the sorrow lasts for a long time.
Shiqing finished the flute, then smiled and bowed. The reason why she chose this song was that there was another article in it.
But everyone seemed to be immersed in this heroic talent. After a moment of silence, there was a burst of thunderous applause.
Yi Lingshang even narrowed his eyes and looked at the well-known Miss Duan.
The smile in his eyes gradually grew stronger.
But at this moment, there was a sudden cough in the hall, and suddenly a stern question, "Sister, are you using this poem to satirize the militarism of today's saints?"
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