Medical Doctor Travels Through Time to Train the Prince to Become a Wife-Controlled

After Meng Zhenzhen sat down, he opened the guqin in the box and saw a guqin placed there.

She was also surprised by the guqin. Wasn't this the long-lost Raoliang? Her master had been looking for it for a long time but couldn't find it. She didn't expect it to be here with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

There are many music lovers around, so they naturally recognize Raoliang.

"I didn't expect to hear the music today. It's such an honor. Miss Meng, please don't let this zither down."

"Yes, it's worth dying to hear this piano music once."

She tried the sound and found that the sound quality was good.

Qi Mingyu really didn't want to believe that Meng Zhenzhen actually had Raoliang, the legendary guqin. How come she had all the good ones? In comparison, she looked like a clown.

A "clang" sound was heard, drawing people's attention and thoughts back.

The song she was going to play this time was "Ten-Li Ambush". She wanted everyone to know that the reason why they could sit here and talk and drink was because of the dedication of the soldiers guarding the border. Those were the hardest working people.

The guqin can not only produce one sound, but also simulate it.

Meng Zhenzhen brought out the solemnity and tension of a battlefield, creating an atmosphere of terror, giving people a sense of the night being shrouded in danger and an eerie feeling that someone was approaching mysteriously.

Everyone felt as if someone was strangling their necks and it was difficult to breathe.

What follows is a fierce fight on horseback and a fierce battle with swords and sabers, which makes people feel as if they are in the scene and is very appealing.

Many officials, especially military generals, felt as if they were personally on the scene, as if they had returned to those long-lost battlefields again, as if they saw that those brothers who had shared life and hardships together would never come back, and they were already in tears after listening to the song.

The low tone at the end forms a sharp contrast. Where there is victory in war, there will be sacrifice, and the sound creates a sad and heroic feeling.

After she played the last syllable, the music stopped, and everyone's thoughts had not yet returned.

Suddenly, applause and praise broke out among the ministers.

An old general stood up and saluted her, but she quickly dodged. She couldn't do that, as this was a great general from the South.

"The song you played reminded me of the battlefield back then. It was very dangerous and everyone was a warrior. If it weren't for those soldiers fighting to the death, I don't think the border would be so stable. You, girl, have made my old man suffer."

The old general was crying and laughing alternately.

In fact, it's not just him, many people have the same reaction.

The emperor's expression became even more excited. As a prince, he also fought on the battlefield. He missed that scene so much, but he didn't expect that a song could show it so vividly.

The emperor directly pointed out the current situation, "Everyone knows who will win and who will lose this time. Qi Mingyu, do you accept it?"

Qi Mingyu was dumbfounded. She could naturally hear the difference in this song, but she thought it was because of the piano.

"Your Majesty, she won the first round. We are competing in calligraphy. It would be even more embarrassing if a girl in the boudoir couldn't even hold a pen."

Qi Mingyu's eyes betrayed everything. It was unclear whether he was mocking her or someone else.

She looked at the desk that had been set up and started writing some calligraphy. If you were to ask who had the best calligraphy in Shengjing City, no one could compare to the Imperial Master, who was the most honest person and his comments were always the most pertinent.

Dong Weiran glanced at the calligraphy and said, "It has form but no spirit. It's just a piece of calligraphy. If you want to imitate the calligraphy of your predecessors, you should figure out your own style. The little girl needs to practice more!"

Qi Mingyu's eyes widened, as if he had forgotten the identity of the old man in front of him. "You only criticize me like this because Meng Zhenzhen is your granddaughter. It's not fair."

My goodness, this is the emperor’s teacher. No one dared to say it even if it was unfair. Now, there are even more people in the hall criticizing him.

Even the emperor began to feel dissatisfied, wondering if this girl had no brains, otherwise how could she say such indecent words.

"The young lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion will start to demonstrate her calligraphy. We will know who is stronger and who is weaker after a comparison."

Meng Zhenzhen took a look at the soldiers who had rushed over from the border outside the Great Wall. They were very different from the ministers of Shengjing City, and he already had an idea in his mind.

Taking out a piece of white paper, she decided to write the calligraphy that she was most satisfied with.

"The military song should sing about the big sword ring, vowing to destroy the enemy outside the border. I am willing to die for my country on the battlefield, why should I return home wrapped in horsehide?"

This poem was directly given to the soldiers present, and it can be regarded as a New Year's gift to them.

When the imperial teacher saw the calligraphy, he was stunned. It was not easy for his young granddaughter to write like this, but the font was very similar to that of a celebrity.

He really couldn't make up his mind, so he looked in the direction of the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, I dare you to come down and take a look. I wonder if my eyes are blurry."

The Emperor was also very curious. Could it be that the Imperial Preceptor also made mistakes, or did the Crown Princess write something important?

The emperor walked down from the platform and the ministers made way.