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"You are the luthier who revealed the imperial list?"

On the Golden Luan Hall, the king in a bright yellow dragon robe asked in a deep voice.

"Yes. Mo Zifei, a grassroots man, see Your Majesty."

In front of the hall, Mo Zifei gently put the lyre aside, lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt down and kowtowed in salute.

The king got up, walked down the steps step by step, and stopped in front of Mo Zifei, "You raise your head and let me see."

Mozi raised his head in non-compliance, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he avoided looking directly at the king, which broke the etiquette.

"You are so courageous." Seeing his young face, the king suddenly accentuated his tone, revealing a hint of anger, "Do you know what to do with the crime of deceiving the king?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, the grassroots don't know. But the grassroots have heard a saying, 'Although there is a sequence in hearing the truth, the one who has mastered it is the first'." Mozi replied neither humble nor overbearing.

"Haha, what a master is first!" The king laughed loudly, then turned his gaze to a glare, "Then let me play a song first, so that I can see what a master is!"

"The grassroots take orders."

Sit on the floor with the lyre on your lap.Mo Zifei lightly brushed the strings with his fingertips and tried the sound of the piano.

"This song, "The Soul Goes Back"."

With a flick of the fingertip and a bang, a brilliant picture screen was opened.

The vast snowfield, goose feathers, and the snow on the mountains do not melt all year round.

On the top of the snowfield, a white dragon was firmly imprisoned by nine dark iron chains.A pair of sharp swords pierced his eyes and nailed his head to the cliff face.The throat, four dragon claws, heart and seven dragon tails were also pierced by sharp swords.Nine swords, forming a nine-star trap, are actually killing Bailong's soul!

A generation of quasi-sage dragon gods finally ended up like this.

When Xianyang said goodbye, he embarked on the journey of experience alone.Meet for ten years, and then drink a jar of Xinfeng fine wine with the master.However, he lost his memory for a hundred years, and it was too late...

The sound of the piano is low, as if covered with a layer of winter frost.The strings vibrated together, like a dragon's chant.

He climbed up the snow field step by step, cut off the iron chain, and pulled out the sharp sword with trembling hands, but the master's bones turned into little stars and scattered all over the world.The only remnant soul left, wandering around, went to the Xianyang Tavern...

Unknowingly, a tear fell, patter——

dripping on the strings.

The sound of the piano is melodious and ethereal, as if returning home on the wind, it gradually disappears.

After a long silence, the king came back to his senses, raised his sleeves, wiped the corners of his eyes, and applauded, "Good! Good! This song is wonderful!"

"Hearing this sound, heart and liver are broken, all thoughts are ashamed, there is nothing to complain about, and tears are wet." The king recollected the song just now, and said foolishly, "This song was composed by Aiqing himself, why is it so sad? "

Mo Zifei put away the piano, got up and replied, "Caomin was picked up by Yunyou's master when he was four years old. For decades, he has already regarded him as his biological father. When the master passed away, Caomin felt sad in his heart, and wrote this poem song."

Patting Mo Zifei on the shoulder lightly as a comfort, the king gently persuaded, "The death is like this, Aiqing mourns."

"Since Aiqing has such outstanding piano skills, today I will seal you as Marquis of Ping Le, and you will be appointed as the chief musician of the music workshop, and you will be in charge of the three hundred musicians in the music workshop."

"Thank you Lord Ron."

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The king of the Great Yan Kingdom is in his forties, and his temples are already white.He was obsessed with music when he was young, but was considered by the late emperor as not doing his job properly.Later, I don't know whether the first emperor was too fateful or he was too lucky.The crown prince died of illness, and several princes before him also passed away one after another. When the late emperor died, he was the only adult prince left. Although it was not desirable, it was the only way to go.

After King Yan came to the throne, he also served as a benevolent monarch for several years.But after all, he was not expected to be an emperor. He was already depressed because of too many trivial matters in the court, and later he was severely criticized by the prime minister who also served as the emperor's teacher because he misjudged a case and killed a loyal minister by mistake.

Therefore, Yan Wang, who was rebellious, simply broke the pot and threw the government affairs to the old prime minister, indulging in music.

For convenience, King Yan also moved the palace music workshop into the inner court of the imperial palace, which is only separated from the harem by a wall.

Therefore, outsiders often scorned that the high-ranking musicians were the emperor's favored "inner ministers".

In the music hall, King Yan changed into light yellow casual clothes.Sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a small mallet in his hand, he knocked on the jade chime from time to time.He listened for a while, and after the lingering sound disappeared, he struck another chime again.

The hall is full of various musical instruments, most of which are orchestral instruments such as qin, zither, pipa, Xiao, etc. Others include flower drums, chimes, and gongs.There were hundreds of musicians and dancers, and they were all as quiet as chickens at this moment, silently sitting in their seats, for fear of disturbing His Majesty's audition by making the slightest sound.

The newly appointed master of the music workshop, Le Shi Shiran, sat at the head of King Yan, with a peaceful face, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of beating the chimes.

There are sixteen sides of the chime, and each side has a different tone when struck, which is divided into twelve regular rhythms and four semitones.The bass is thick and loud, and the treble is clear. Because of its jade material, its sound is more transparent than copper chimes.

"Mo Aiqing, this is a new set of jade chimes that I got. How do you hear the sound quality?" King Yan knocked sixteen faces, put down the gavel, and looked back at Mo Zifei.

"Returning to Your Majesty, the tone of the jade chime is clear and bright. If it is matched with chime bells, the sounds from far and near will complement each other."

After pondering for a moment, "What Aiqing said is true. Then what is the best material for this chime bell?"

"The material of the chime bell..." Mozi Feizheng was about to answer, when he suddenly felt a heat in his heart, the news came from the pass token.

The hand behind his back quietly squeezed a formula, and took out a puppet bead from Fei Gong.Chanting the mantra silently, the puppet beads transformed into a skeleton, which gradually gave birth to flesh and blood, and transformed into the appearance of Mo Zifei.

Replacing himself with a puppet, Mo Zifei watched the puppet talking to King Yan in the enchantment, and then took out the pass token from his arms.

The fingertips glowed white, and the pass token projected a picture in midair.

The parrot grabbed the girder on the roof with one foot, raised the other foot high, facing the bird's beak, lowered its voice and shouted in panic, "Feifei, Feifei, a super big event! I found the devouring silkworm!"

"What?!" Mo Zifei was astonished, frowned immediately, and told her with a calm face, "Don't act rashly, I will go to find you immediately."

"Okay, Feifei, come here quickly, Chu Feng, that blind man, still wants to take him home!" the parrot complained angrily, "Feifei, let me tell you, that devouring silkworm is very powerful. As soon as he showed up, he fascinated the Seventh Prince, and even seduced the brothers and sisters of the Chu family, even that silly cat! It’s probably still meowing at people’s feet, it’s really embarrassing.”

The parrot was muttering a lot of words here, but Mo Zifei had already teleported to the parrot over there.

However, he didn't expect that this stupid parrot was actually nesting on the beam of the hut.Suddenly, a strong smell came to his nostrils, and a crack appeared on Mo Zifei's calm face.

The sudden stern gaze sent chills down the spine, shaking its feathers, the parrot yelled, "Feifei..."

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