The almighty crazy concubine is tough on the audience, and the prince passes the knife behind him

She also likes this song the most, and likes the powerful aura expressed in this tune of being at a high place but with a calm heart.

There is also the heroic spirit of the mountains and rivers that want to be quiet, leading to the singing of high songs; the laughter of the prosperity of the world, the vicissitudes of fame and fortune, which makes people sigh every time!

Linghu Yuan's mood surged when he heard it. He felt that this song was composing his life, the free and unrestrained way he walked in the world.

The vast sea symbolizes the vast world. Joy, anger, sorrow, joy and endless desire, that laughter seems to have seen through the vicissitudes of all prosperity, revealing heroism and ridicule.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the song ended. The lingering sound lingered, and everyone was still immersed in this happy and passionate song.

"Okay!" Li Beimo shouted "Okay" and clapped his hands, "Bah bang bang..."

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, and thunderous applause erupted in the hall.

"Clap clap clap clap..."

"Master, you play so beautifully."

"Whether it's Qu or Princess, you can play it"

Cheng Qingqing stood up, walked back to her seat, sat down, and looked at the man next to her, "How about you come and play a song too?"

Members of the royal family or disciples of noble families are generally proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but Li Beimo went to the Kunlun Mountains when he was a few years old. I heard him say that on the Kunlun Mountains, in addition to practicing martial arts every day, he has been stationed at the border since he came down from the mountain at the age of 13. I wonder if he has ever learned music?

Hearing this, the hall became quiet.

The guards of the Prince's Mansion looked at each other. Ever since they followed the Prince, they had never seen him show off his talents in front of others.

"Okay, let me use your flute." Li Beimo said.

Cheng Qingqing reached into her sleeves and took out the flute she had used and gave it to him.

Li Beimo took the flute, put it to his lips and played it gently. Suddenly, a melodious flute sound sounded.

The melody is gentle and deep, and also very beautiful.

Cheng Qingqing looked at him in surprise. This song was exactly the one she played with Linghu Yuan today!

Moreover, his playing skills are very skillful, his breathing is well controlled, the timbre of the flute is fully displayed, every note is clear and pure, and his emotions are expressed appropriately.

Suddenly, they felt that their master was a very great person. He trained all three disciples very well, and they were all top figures. It was a pity that God was jealous of talents, but such a good person was assassinated and died early.

Gradually, she became intoxicated with this piece of music, as if she had been brought into a poetic world, feeling peaceful and tranquil.

After half a moment, the song ends.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..." Another round of applause rang out.

Linghu Yuan smiled and said: "Third Junior Brother, among our three junior brothers, your talent is the best. No matter what you study? You only hear Master tell it once and you remember it! It's not like me and Second Junior Brother, who work harder than you." If you don’t do well, you will often be scolded by the master.”

"That's all because you and the second senior brother protected me. You took responsibility for anything I did wrong, so I wasn't punished by the master." Li Beimo thought of the time he spent with his master and senior brothers in Kunlun Mountain. , my heart is full of gratitude.

Linghu Yuan waved his hand, "As your senior brothers, we should protect you."

Baili Changjin said: "As expected of the disciples of Master Mu of the Kunlun Mountain Sect, you senior brothers have such a good relationship, I'm really envious!"

Speaking of their master, Li Beimo and Ling Huyuan looked sad. They had been with their master since they were young, and it was his master who raised them like father and mother. They are where they are today because of his master's teachings.

"Okay, everyone is happy today, let me play a song too!" Baili Changjin stretched out his hand to Li Beimo, "I will use the flute for a while."

"Okay." Li Beimo gave him the flute.

Baili Changjin took the flute and played it, and it turned out to be the sound of laughter that Cheng Qingqing had just played!

He was not very skilled at playing the flute, and sometimes played it intermittently, but he was able to play the entire tune, and his talent was outstanding.

"Uncle King Jin, it turns out you are the biggest king! I admire you!" Cheng Qingqing gave him a thumbs up, "I just listened to it once and memorized the entire song. Your talent is simply incredible!" "

Baili Changxiao said, "Qing'er, please don't praise him. He is a very promising person. He has nothing to do all day long, but he can only play the piano and flute."

"21 What did you say? I have led an army to the battlefield after all. It's better than you living and drinking all day long!" Baili Changjin put the flute into his hand, "Okay, it's your turn to play. "

"I live a life of debauchery? Isn't that what I pretended to do before? Why do you always tease me about this stupid thing? It's better than you being fooled..." Baili Changxiao suddenly stopped when he said this.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you." He picked up the flute, put it to his mouth, and started playing.

Baili Changxiao played a relatively lively piece of music, graceful and crisp, rising and falling together, rising and falling, melodious and pleasant, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

When he finished playing, Cheng Qingqing also gave a thumbs up, "King Jin, I have really wronged you. How could someone who spends his days drinking and drinking play such a beautiful piece of music?"

"Qing'er, are you hurting me or praising me?" Baili Changxiao tapped her head lightly with her flute.

"Praise, I must be praising you!" Cheng Qingqing raised her hands and clapped.

"Clap clap clap clap..."

The guards also clapped.

"King Xiaoyao plays the piano very well too!"

When the applause ended, someone shouted: "Miss Fan Yun, it's your turn to show off your talent."

After hearing this, all eyes turned to Fan Yun.

This is the lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion. She should be good at playing music, right?

"Miss Fan Yun, what musical instrument do you need? We'll get it for you." The guard just asked again.

Fan Yun's face was slightly red. She had not been interested in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. Although she had learned to play the piano, she was not good at it. She did not dare to show off her skills with that kind of piano.

People say that showing off one's ugliness is a sign of modesty, but she really played the piano badly.

"I...I'm not good at playing the piano, so I'll give you a sword dance routine!"

She felt terrible now. If she had known she would have studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting today, if she had learned everything well, she would not have been embarrassed in front of the man she liked.

I feel like I am just a vulgar woman, and Linghu Yuan is like an immortal standing above the clouds. There is such a huge gap between them, so what qualifications do I have to like her?

She secretly vowed in her heart that from now on, she would never go out to play again, and she would study the piano, calligraphy and painting to improve her personal value.

Just like Cheng Qingqing said, only through continuous learning and growth can we achieve self-sublimation and make our life fulfilling.

She didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at the time, but now she knows that the highest level of sublimation in life is no matter what you do? All of them are as stunning as they are.

"Okay! Then let's appreciate Miss Fan Yun's heroic appearance!"

Everyone applauded and encouraged.

Fan Yun walked to the middle with her sword in her hand, opened her stance, held a sword flower, and danced with her sword.

Cheng Qingqing looked at it and shook her head. If the original owner of this body was still alive, he might not be as good as Fan Yun.

Under the table, Li Beimo stretched out a big hand and grabbed her little hand, "Don't think too much." 』