I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

Chapter 147: I Dare Not Forget To Worry About The Country When I Am Humble

Ji Mo's words fell.

Immediately, everyone around looked at the idiot.

The backstage of Tianxiang Pavilion is Marshal Yue Longgang, not only in charge of the military and horse power of the Great Qin Dynasty, but also a spiritual emperor himself, who dares to touch such a person.

Even His Majesty the Great Qin might not dare to eat the overlord's meal here.

now.

A country man who speaks so much without shame, actually threatens to eat the overlord's meal. Could it be that he has lost his mind and deliberately killed himself.

Li Qiufeng's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly covered Ji Mo's mouth with his hand.

If you talk like this, it will really kill people.

That Yue Long became reckless, he wouldn't even give His Majesty's face, even if he moved out his father, he might not be able to keep Ji Mo safe.

Immediately, Ji Mo smelled a faint fragrance, how did Qiu Feng's brother's hands smell so milky, which made his mind sway.

The red apricot eyeballs on the side are about to fall out.

My young lady has never had physical contact with a man, not even touching the hem of the crown prince Ying Tianci.

But now, the lady actually covered a man's mouth with her hand.

If the crown prince finds out about this kind of intimacy, something big will happen!

She hastily pulled Li Qiufeng away, hoping that this matter would never be revealed.

"You want to eat the overlord's meal, do you really want to court death?"

Man Yin was stunned. Could it be that the other party has a brain problem and is really not afraid of death.

Ji Mo said lightly, "No, I just plan to rely on my ability to eat the overlord's meal. Don't you have a rule in Tianxiang Pavilion? Those who pay the bill don't have to use money, but talents can also be used."

Since Tianxiang Pavilion was built, there have been unwritten rules, such as literary giants and Confucians, consumption is free.

As soon as this remark came out, there was silence all around.

Then, there was a burst of laughter.

"It's just you, you still have talent, take a piss and take care of yourself, do you really think you are a literary hero?"

"For a guy like you, you actually try to use your talents to pay the bills. You really don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth."

"Even if it is the top ten talents of the younger generation, they dare not speak such wild words. There are only a few people who can be exempted from the bill in Tianxiang Pavilion. Master Li Xiao, a master in the music world, and Wen Zhong, a master in the literary world, are all famous. Giants of the world."

These people completely treated Ji Mo like a clown.

Does a young countryman actually want to be treated the same as these masters?

"Master Ji, please, can you stop being ashamed?"

Hong Xing persuaded in a low voice, even she couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'll give you a chance, let me show you the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs. As long as you can convince the public, not only will you be free of bills for life, but the little girl will also give you an apology."

In order not to lose the reputation of being a bully, Man Yin generously gave Ji Mo a chance.

Li Qiufeng knew that Ji Mo was quite talented and had a deep knowledge of poetry. If he wrote poetry, he might not have the opportunity to shock everyone.

Her tense heart immediately relaxed, but what Ji Mo said next made her pale with shock.

"Then I'll just sing a song."

Ji Mo said indifferently.

singing?

Suddenly, there was another burst of laughter all around.

As we all know, only women can sing. This is Innate's advantage, which is not comparable to that of men. Manyin is well versed in this and is the best among them.

Now, this guy actually wanted to show off his singing voice in front of Man Yin, didn't he make it clear that he was playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and humiliated himself?

Li Qiufeng doesn't understand why Ji Mo chooses to sing instead of composing poems.

"Although my singing is tone-deaf, it's still so-so."

Seeing Li Qiufeng's worried eyes, Ji Mo explained.

It's okay not to explain, but this forced explanation is even more worrying.

You yourself know that you are tone deaf and so-so, so why are you making a fool of yourself?

"My lord, we will be ashamed if we meet someone who is not nice." Hong Xing's face was full of bitterness.

If you want to embarrass yourself, Ji Mo, just throw it yourself, don't implicate us.

"I believe in him."

Li Qiufeng opened his mouth, although he didn't know why, but he felt that Ji Mo was not a sensationalist.

"Singing music? I advise you to choose another item. Can you compare to my "Sigh of a Beauty"?" Man Yin reminded kindly.

Her "Sigh of a Beauty" was composed by Master Li Xiao, and it was not something that people like Ji Mo could challenge.

"No, can I borrow your guzheng?" Ji Mo said calmly.

Without waiting for Manyin to agree, she went straight to behind the bead curtain and sat down in front of the stage where the guzheng was placed.

Man Yin wanted to refuse, not because she was stingy, but because she never let outsiders touch her beloved guzheng.

But without opening his mouth, he swallowed it back.

Because Ji Mo has already started to pluck the strings.

Experts make a move, and they will know if there is one as soon as they hear it.

The sound made the soul tremble, and a single note made Manyin's face change suddenly.

The prelude sounded, the scene was silent, and everyone on the field fell into the artistic conception of the tune in an instant.

"When the play breaks, the sleeves go up and down, singing joys and sorrows, it's none of my business. Fans open and close, gongs and drums sound and then remain silent, love in the play and outsiders in the play, who can say..."

Ji Mo opened his mouth and sang "Chi Ling".

Immediately, a sad and beautiful picture appeared in front of everyone, with endless sadness and melancholy on their faces, and some people even couldn't stop their tears from streaming down their faces.

It didn't take long for Ji Mo to finish singing.

And everyone has not come out from the sadness of the song for a long time.

After a long time, everyone finally responded.

"I heard that the enemy country has invaded recently, and the frontier war is on fire again. We still have the face to drink and have fun here."

"I'm really not a human being. I spend my life in a lavish state of luxury and money, ignoring my purpose, wasting my years. The country needs me, and the people need me. I wait for a man and protect the country."

"I'm going to join the army."

Many sons beat their chests and stamped their feet, and slapped themselves with big mouths.

A song falls.

The emotion of worrying about the country and the people spread, and everyone on the field felt a raging fire in their chests, wishing to join the army immediately and defend their home and country.

Even the maids looked excited, wishing they weren't men.

Hong Xing covered her gaping mouth, completely speechless.

Before she said that you can do it, you can do it, but she never thought that Ji Mo is really good at it, very good at it.

What's more frightening is that Ji Mo played and sang in a very perfunctory manner, and it had such an effect that everyone on the field fell into a mood of worrying about the country and the people.

If he played and sang with all his strength, wouldn't it make everyone fall into it, unable to extricate themselves.

Man Yin's head was completely occupied by the lyrics, and her heart was extremely excited. The phrase "Mo Chaofeng Yuexi" made her full of emotions and touched her deeply.

"I am humble and dare not forget to worry about the country, even if no one knows me!"

Li Qiufeng muttered this sentence, looking into Ji Mo's eyes, the eyes were full of bright starlight.

Expressing emotions through song, although Mr. Ji was born in a poor family, he still cares about the country and the people. This kind of mind is as magnificent as mountains and rivers.

The young masters she sees on weekdays are all mediocre and mediocre, not as good as Ji Mo Wanyi.

At this moment, she stared blankly at Ji Mo, her heart was in turmoil.

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