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In an instant, it was as if the sky and the earth changed color and the rain poured down. The drums that were as dense as raindrops splashed from the twelve large drums on the ladder.

Holding the drumsticks in both hands, Wei Yueyan turned over and landed a heavy blow on the largest drum in the middle, then turned his back to the audience, closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if immersed in the gap of a certain period of time with the silent drumbeat.

The silence continued for half a cup of tea time. The crowd who had been waiting quietly began to question gradually. A few people who thought it was over pouted and prepared to leave. Just when the step of raising their feet across the threshold was about to fall, The high platform behind him seemed like a long river toppled over, and all the horses roared in an instant, that was——

The sound of the battlefield.

Have you ever been to a battlefield?

Have you ever seen Bianguan Haoyue?

Heard the drums of war?

Have you ever seen those sons who vowed to defend the frontier to the death and fought bloody battles?

The sound of the big drum is empty, thick and majestic, like the deep sighs of the gods in ancient times, and the hearts of the people are not enough to fight endlessly.All of a sudden, there was the sound of a snare drum, like iron hooves crushing a glacier, and the sharp and cracked ice shards scattered in all directions with heavy snow!

Close your eyes, but listen to the howling wind in the midwinter moon, and the gold and iron horses stepping on the glacier, and all the high attics are gone, only the blue scales and fire mane screaming for nine days!

When I opened my eyes, I saw the red candles dancing and the rain and the bells. It's a pity that the generals and soldiers were still alive and singing under the tents of beauties.

Most of the people in the audience are men. No matter the butcher, the Orion, the Confucian scholar, which boy has never dreamed of being a hero in armor and gold?And who can resist the unrestrained but heavy sound of the drums?

The twelve drums on the high platform of the Yunti are all inlaid with gold and jade, showing a flattering and inviting posture, and under the sound of Wei Yueyan's drums, the blossoming peonies and azaleas emerge from the drums. It turned into a sea of ​​flames!The sound of the drums drove the madness away, hundreds of thousands of boulders fell from the top of the city, and the bloody pumps and the beacon fires on the city wall stretched all over the place, dyeing the sky red at dusk!

Wei Yueyan's arms were numb from the shock, and the wound on her arm had burst and started to bleed, but she still didn't notice it, the sound of a stack of drums could hardly hear the gaps, and they were tightly intertwined into a huge net to hold ten people. The two drums made the entire high platform tremble, and finally there was a loud bang, and the whole drum stand fell down like a shattered one, giving out the final loud bang of the whole drum music, which echoed in the air for a long time.

Everyone pulled back their thoughts from the ancient battlefield, only to realize that they were in a sea of ​​emerald green and red, and the endless battles just now were just a drum song on the stage.Raising his hand, he was about to applaud and cheer, but found that the person on the high platform lowered his eyebrows, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, his face was as cold as iron, and his hand beating the drum was covered with blood!The blood oozes from her arm, stretches along the arm all the way to the back of the hand, and drips to the ground with winding drumsticks.The drum was broken behind her, she was holding the drumstick tightly like a Wu hook in her hand, and her broken hair was scattered on her forehead, unable to stop the fierce flames in her eyes. She stood there like a soldier who had just stepped off the battlefield with a single banner Shura climbed from the depths of hell to the world step by step.

Where is this just a drum song?

This was clearly a real bloody fight.

real battlefield.

For a moment, the lobby of Yueji Building was silent, as if the blade was cold and the blood was cold, the moon was cold at the border, the five mountains were silent, and all horses were silent.

I don't know who clapped their hands first, and then there were applause one after another, and a wave of waves almost knocked down the roof of Yueji Building.

Wei Yueyan turned around and wanted to put the drumstick back to its original place, but couldn't laugh or cry when she saw her "masterpiece", and was about to find a random place to put it away, but someone took the drumstick in her hand first, and then supported her A little warmth dripped on her arm.

"Autumn Fan..."

General's blood, daughter's tears.Wei Yueyan had heard countless stories like this, but only then did she suddenly realize that the grief, resentment, and infatuation she had ridiculed before were indeed as sweet as honey.Although Ling Qiufan felt sorry for her and shed tears on her arms, there was not much sorrow on his face.She looked at Wei Yueyan and smiled sweetly.

"How many stories of yours have I missed?"

Just now everyone was startled by Wei Yueyan's drumbeat, Ling Qiufan was naturally among them.She picked up the robe that Wei Yueyan threw down, dusted off the dust and hung it on her arm. While listening to the drum, Wei Yueyan's body temperature left on the clothes warmed her inch by inch.She didn't know why Wei Yueyan fell in love with her at first sight, and why she took her into her arms at the risk of deceiving the emperor on the wedding night. She knew that Wei Yueyan liked her, but she didn't know why there was such a love without vows. serving size.

In the past, even if she was puzzled, she didn't ask much.To herself, Wei Yueyan is just her husband in name, the one she can only follow.To be good to her is her luck, to be bad to her is her destiny.Hearing this drum song today, she didn't know whether she was shocked by the swords and swords in the song, or was touched by the heroic feeling of beating the drum and singing the long song. Her heart, which had been dusty for a long time, was quietly opened. She suddenly wanted to know the story of Wei Yueyan.

It's not to follow the wife's duty to relieve her worries, but just as a woman, she wants to try to understand the person who loves her deeply.

The two walked down the ladder supporting each other, and the applause from the audience lasted for a long time.Perhaps it was only at this time that Ling Qiufan put on a robe for Wei Yueyan. Wei Yueyan only felt surrounded by sweet clouds, and his whole body seemed to be floating, only with a pair of eyes. Only by staring at Ling Qiufan can he believe that he has not lost his soul in the illusion of the battlefield woven by the sound of drums.

After Wei Yueyan regained his composure, he turned around and looked provocatively at Qiu Hua, who was sitting high on the lotus platform, and stretched out his hand in a "please" gesture.That Qiuhua's face was white and blue at times, but her ears were full of tenderness, Wei Yueyan didn't care why her ears were red, and said loudly: "It's the turn of Mrs. Qiuhua, Mrs. Qiuhua His piano skills are outstanding, today is a blessing to his ears."

Ling Qiufan lowered his head and tugged at Wei Yueyan, Wei Yueyan thought that Ling Qiufan felt that he was too provocative and didn't give others face at all, so he consciously shut up.In fact, Ling Qiufan didn't mean that, it's just that the blushing ears of the oiran lady also fell into her eyes.Wei Yueyan fought all the year round, so naturally he rarely experienced the concerns of his daughter's family, but Ling Qiufan was sensitive and discerning in this regard. Looking at Qiuhua's appearance, he knew that he was overwhelmed by Wei Yueyan's demeanor just now. Under such circumstances, how could she allow Wei Yueyan to say one more word to that woman.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiufan was speechless secretly, it's not a good thing to lose his temper, just this one time is not an example.Exhorting himself like this, try to ignore the chest that is still steaming sour.

Qiuhua regained her thoughts and was about to play the piano, but fell into another confusion at the next moment.No matter how she refused to admit it, she knew clearly in her heart that she had lost.Defeated without a fight.

Generally speaking, in this kind of competition, those who appear in the front will suffer more, because there is nothing to compare, and everyone's heart will have a balance that is basically higher than the actual situation. As long as the first person to appear does not meet their expectations, they will lose It will be classified as an unpopular gear.Qiuhua obviously had the intention of bullying at first, she thought that Wei Yueyan was obviously a warrior, so she would not have studied musical instruments in depth, and that Ling Qiufan could tell which noble family he belonged to at a glance Young madam, even if such a pampered woman learns to play the piano, it is for the purpose of being lonely, but I use the piano skill as a way to live and work.No matter how talented you are, with the hard work you acquire and your experience over the years, it is easy to win.What she didn't expect was that Wei Yueyan played a war drum.

She is arrogant, but not superficial and ignorant.Even if an ordinary woman beats the same song, she still can't achieve Wei Yueyan's effect. After listening to the beginning, she can tell that what Wei Yueyan is playing is the war drum song "Song of King Xiang".Anyone who hadn't been on the battlefield, witnessed blood splatter, and shrouded in horse leather would not have been able to perform this song to such an extent.Although I am proud of myself as the number one courtesan in Jinling City, with outstanding piano skills and unparalleled beauty, I have to go against Yaoqin's original intention and try to figure out the thoughts of those princes and grandchildren as much as possible. Under the unstained skin is a soul that is more shattered than others.

The music played by such a soul can only entertain people with art.But the drum song just now brought everyone under his command, making them admire and empathize with him from the bottom of their hearts.Compared with her skills, this is far too much.

Already defeated in terms of strength of character, even though he could still compete in skills, he lost again in music.Wei Yueyan played the tragic and impassioned "Song of King Xiang", like a soup full of color, fragrance and extremely irritating taste buds, and no matter how vigorously he played, it could not make up for the defect that the Yaoqin itself was not as thick as the drum. It can be a cup of precious fragrant tea with a clear smell, but it is dull because the taste buds have tasted a stronger taste.

"Miss Qiuhua, you..." The bustard walked into the lotus platform with her skirt in hand, only to find that Qiuhua's face was pale, and she couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Mom." Qiuhua didn't put away the piano, rolled up her sleeves and walked upstairs, passing by the old bustard, said, "Let me go."

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When Wei Yueyan and Ling Qiufan took Granny Xi out of the Yueji Building, it was dusk and the lights were just beginning to light up, and the faint fragrance from the evening wind filled the nostrils, making people feel refreshed.Wei Yueyan hired a carriage, took out some banknotes from his lapel, and stuffed them into Granny Xi's arms, and said: "Today, Qiuhua lost completely, and her reputation is no longer, I'm afraid she won't let it go. Go all the way from here To the west, you can go to Jiangzhou, where you can buy a house and make a living with peace of mind."

The mother-in-law Xi didn't twitch, the wrinkles under the eyebrows stretched out, and the eyes that had settled after the weather revealed a kind light. She accepted Wei Yueyan's banknote and thanked softly: "You two girls are very warm-hearted, and you are old. I am very grateful. I don’t know if the two girls will be free in the future. I want to play a song for you to express my gratitude.”