Start call: My pet actually comes from history

The lobby suddenly fell silent.

Several eyes were fixed on Cao Cao Wang, which made Cao Cao Wang, who was a little drunk, wonder: "What's wrong?"

"Mengde, you are drunk, it's time to go upstairs."

Liu Bei felt that he still had to give this nonsense guy a step back.

Never thought.

Cao Cao's words were no different: "Gu is drunk, Gu is very good, Xuande, how can you tell that Gu is drunk?"

See this.

Liu Bei Miao had to be silent for two seconds, then he leaned close to Cao Cao's ear and said quickly: "You still say you are not drunk. You are thinking that Zha Wen Ji Miao is either drunk or something. This song carries people's pain." , what do you mean by letting it play now?"

"It's... again."

Cao Cao Wang stroked his head.

It originally wanted to say that it was not like Wenji had never played for herself in her previous life.

But in the previous life.

"Ahem, Wenji, I'm drunk and talking nonsense. Wenyuan, help me upstairs."

Do the whole show.

Since I'm drunk.

I have to act drunk...

however.

When Zhang Liao Wang stepped forward to help Cao Cao Wang, Wen Ji Miao, who had watched the whole process, shook her head gently: "Okay, just sit down if you want to listen."

"Sister Wenji."

Liangyu Miao gently pulled Wenji Miao's cat paw with some concern.

Hujia eighteen shots.

It carries the past that Wen Ji Miao most does not want to recall, a life of misery, displacement, homesickness, and separation of flesh and blood.

"It doesn't matter, it's all over. It's time for me to face the nightmare of the past."

Wenjimiao took a breath.

The pain of the past.

Turned into a nightmare.

But after all, we have to pick up the pace and move forward.

Can't escape.

Can't avoid it.

Only by facing it head on can you become a butterfly.

Sun Ce Diao had already fallen to the ground drunk, and Sun Quan Diao dragged him away.

Wen Ji Miao gently stroked the strings.

Fiddle slowly.

The piano sounded.

With strong emotions.

This is its past.

Soak it in.

It seems that the war-torn era is slowly unfolding before our eyes. The three modes of Gong, Zheng and Yu make up this piece of Hujia eighteen beats. Wen Ji Miao plays it immersedly.

My thoughts seem to go back to that era.

Peace in the world.

War broke out.

The so-called Han Dynasty was on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, I was a noble lady and could still get by during those days.

But the aliens made trouble.

He was kidnapped in Hu Di.

From then on, there was no color in the days, the sky was dark, and even his father who could save him was imprisoned and executed in the end.

Twelve years.

on one's last legs.

The only thing that kept him alive was his homesickness and a pair of children he loved and hated.

It is their father who hates them.

He is the cause of his own suffering.

Love them.

After all, they are their own children.

The sound of the piano is sad at first.

Then sad and happy.

Finally filled with sadness.

It was the feeling of knowing that I could return to Han but had to be separated from my children. There is only a few words in the history books, but it was twelve years of pain and hesitation.

One final shot.

In passion.

With Wen Ji Miao’s resentment when creating.

Gradually it comes to an end.

It should be over here, but Wen Ji Miao's playing continues.

A hesitant piano sound sounded.

Finally, a piano sound representing the feeling of rebirth appeared.

The painful past is eventually covered by new life.

The sound of the piano is peaceful and distant.

There was some emotion in the piano sound, its intensity gradually faded away, and finally it started to wave again and ended with several passionate tones.

The sound of the piano fell.

Su Buyu took the lead in applauding.

Didn't understand.

But it sounds good.

After all, with his artistic talent, he couldn't taste the meaning inside it, but as long as it sounded good, that was all.

There are things you can’t hear.

Of course, there are some that can be heard. Kong Mingmiao raised his glass and smiled at Du Futu: "Wen Ji has made up a new beat, which represents its new life. She laments that today's world does not seem like a human world compared to the beautiful ones before. "

"Marquis Wu has a good ear."

Du Futu agreed, raising his glass and clinking it with Kong Mingmiao's wine glass.

And Wen Ji Miao caressed the strings.

A transparent teardrop representing the past dripped from the corner of his eye. Finally, he looked at Su Buyu with a smile in his eyes: "Sir, how do you like this song?"

"It sounds good."

Su Buyu nodded.

"That's right, Mother Wenji, it sounds good."

Bai Shuyu also echoed.

Wenjimiao smiled again when she heard this: "Xiaoyu, do you want to learn?"

“….”

Bai Shuyu immediately shrank his head.

Wen Ji Miao finished playing.

Liu Beimiao drank the wine in the cup lightly: "Kong Ming, are you here?"

Kong Ming's cat wanted to refuse when he heard this, but Liu Bei's cat had already come over and pulled it towards the piano: "I'll make the beat for you, how about Liang Fuyin."

"it is good!"

Su Buyu shouted loudly.

He hasn't heard of it yet.

Chen Shou said: Liang Gong plows the long acres, so as to write "Liang Fu Yin".

How can you miss it.

But as Liu Bei's meow beat and Kong Ming's meow opened his mouth, Su Buyu was stunned.

Can't understand.

I can't understand it at all.

Kong Mingmiao did not read in Mandarin, but in the elegant dialect of the Han Dynasty. This made Su Buyu, who read in Mandarin, feel like he was listening to a book from heaven.

how.

I feel like I'm being squeezed out.

However, Kong Mingmiao was indeed Kong Mingmiao, and he could tell that Su Buyu and others didn't understand.

In order to take care of non-Han Dynasty people.

I read it again in Mandarin.

"it is good!"

Su Buyu was like an emotionless applause machine.

But let’s talk about the most painful one.

It has to be Chen Xiaohua.

Whether it was Kong Mingmiao's elegant language or Mandarin, it was a series of meows with tones in her ears, which she couldn't understand at all.

Kong Ming Meow ended.

Du Mutu stood up again.

Play the piano.

It will too.

After all, listening to music in a brothel is not for nothing. What it sings and plays is the song of Everlasting Regret.

Don't say it.

melodious.

Du Mutu deliberately used Mandarin instead of Tang Dynasty Mandarin.

Time flies.

Those in the Han Dynasty showed their talents, and those in the Tang Dynasty also showed their talents. How could Kuang Yin and Wang be second to others?

Playing the piano or something.

it won't.

But it's okay.

Not myself.

The three rubbish societies in our family, Zhao Ji Wang, Zhao Huan Wang, and Zhao Gou Wang, are not very good at being emperors, but other than that, they are all good at having fun.

Song lyrics.

This is a Song Dynasty song.

Because of the rhythm.

Basically, the graceful school is the main group. Even Su Shi, the bold and unrestrained school, wrote most of the poems of the graceful school.

Song Dynasty talent group.

The music is played by Zhao Jiwang.

Zhao Gouwang plays the rhythm.

Zhao Huanwang came to sing the lyrics.

After Zhao Huanwang said the words to be sung, Su Buyu twitched the corners of his mouth: "Wait a minute, what do you want to sing?"

"Poppy, sir, what's wrong?"

"Li Yu's song is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward?"

"No, it's "Poppy Poppy" written by Jie Fugong."

Duke Jiefu.

Wang Anshi.

Su Buyu has no problem.

He thought it was Li Yu's song "Poppy When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come"?

but.

Why isn't Zhao Gouwang singing the lyrics?

Not to mention anything else.

Jiumei's voice condition is actually quite good.

Perhaps due to some problem somewhere, its voice is relatively soft. I feel that the lyrics are probably one of the few advantages.