Chapter 70: Poetry and piano art 5

Ouyang Hongming suppressed his emotions, and then smiled: "Then let Su Xin girl auspicious words, this young master will definitely win the championship!" The last few words were a little hard.
Turning his head and looking at the second floor again, "Is there anyone going to be on stage now? Otherwise, the winner of this second round would be my young master." Those eyes and words were all provoking Qingcheng. But let him down, Qingcheng ignored him.
On the third floor, the strange man in the Prince's box looked at all this and said to the Prince, "I heard that the Prince's piano skill is good, and I have not heard of the Prince's piano skills."
The prince was taken aback, but immediately showed a happy expression on his face, "I like it, so Mo Qi will show his ugliness."
When everyone thought the results had come out, the prince flew down on the stage from the third floor. Seeing that the person coming was the prince, everyone sighed, "The prince is also here?" "It's really the prince! The prince's piano skills are the first among the young talents of Weiyang!"
Ouyang Hongming didn't expect that the prince would also come. He was a little surprised and looked at the visitors, but he quickly recovered and saluted the prince respectfully, "Farewell, Your Royal Highness." The crowd also immediately saluted.
Dongfang Moqi raised his hand: "No gift. Today, this palace is just here to join in the fun, you don't have to be restrained. But..."
As he spoke, he turned to look at Ouyang Hongming, and said, "My palace still wants to give it a try. It can be considered as a discussion with Lord Ouyang." He walked slowly to the Qin and sat down.
But when Ouyang Hongming saw him coming, he didn't dare to say anything, and obediently stepped aside.
Qingcheng watched Dongfang Moqi pretending to be on stage, and his eyes were even more contemptuous. Of course, the person who indirectly led to the tragic death of the original owner would not have any good impressions, and the prince was hypocritical, and the queen was the same. She even dislikes such people.
Dongfang Moyu was also a little surprised. His own emperor brother was there, and he would play the piano in public on such occasions. "It's really rare."
The man in the box next to him was already sitting by the window and sipping tea. He faintly glanced at the Dongfang Moqi playing on the stage, showing a hint of surprise before turning into playfulness.
"At this moment, I am interested. I never thought that I could watch the performance by Prince Weiyang for free, which is not bad."
The crowd in the hall listened to the tunes played by Dongfang Moqi and began to fall into it, nodding in praise from time to time, "Sure enough, he is the prince of Weiyang, this is really extraordinary piano art."
"This piano is superb, not something I can compare with it!" When the performance was over, the court began to applaud and cheer, and from time to time someone flattered.
Dongfang Moqi is also a pair, very enjoyable. At this time, Ouyang Hongming didn't have the attitude of being invincible just now, and praised Dongfang Moqi: "His Royal Highness is really exquisite in piano art! I can't wait to admire it." This obvious flattery made Dongfang Moqi very happy.
"The piano art in this palace is just so-so. I don't dare to be exquisite. You guys have praised it." He said modestly. But there is no trace of humility in his eyes. But Dongfang Moqi does have proud capital.
In the box, Qi Sheng also praised, "The prince deserves to be the prince, this piano skill is really superb!" Qi Sheng said, and the others were also burdened. Only, Allure did not respond.
They looked at Qingcheng and didn't understand why. Since the prince took the stage, they have been watching the stage silently. Other people before playing her will still comment on at least one sentence.
The next second in the box, Qingcheng was gone, and they only saw a white afterimage. Then Ji Yang said: "Look, look! Isn't that Qinghuang?"
Several other people also fixed their eyes to see clearly, isn't the white touch that appeared on the stage the disappearing Allure?