Chapter 41: Pity the people

Qin Jiu realized that at the time she was talking to Yan Yu, several people had already performed on stage, and it was Zhaoping's turn at last.
Yan Yu didn’t answer Zhaojun’s words. His heart was not here. He was still recalling Qin Jiu’s words just now. Seeing Qin Jiu’s silence, he raised his brows calmly and asked Qin Jiu casually, "Jiu Ye Where did that sentence come from?"
Qin Jiu smiled softly, and slowly said, "It's just from our women's feelings."
In fact, where does Qin Jiu know whether Su Wanxiang likes Yan Su? But she knew in her heart that to convince Yan Yu, a long story would make him even more suspicious. If she told something to prove that Su Wanxiang did not like Yan Su, she would be refuted by Yan Yu instead.
Only this ambiguous sentence-the feeling of a woman, is the most effective.
Because Yan Yu is a man, he doesn't feel like a woman.
Sure enough, Yan Yu frowned slightly and was silent. After a while, he ordered Zhaojun and others to open all the tightly-covered curtains and hang them with hooks.
As soon as the curtain was opened, one could see Princess Yan Shuixuan of Zhaoping standing on the high platform of Doule outside.
The dress that Zhaoping wore was the peony dress given by Qin Jiu.
Although this peony dress is different from Su Wanxiang's fabric, it looks exactly the same. It's just that because people are different, the charms they wear are also different.
Su Wanxiang tends to be thin and thin, and the Luo skirt is more elegant on her.
Zhaoping is relatively slim and slender, and her clothes are very graceful and graceful when worn on her.
Moreover, if you look closely, you will find that the peony on Zhaoping's peony dress seems more realistic. A gust of wind will give people the illusion that the peony flower on the dress is swaying with the wind.
Yan Yu glanced over Zhaoping's peony clothes, his brows jumped, and a strange light flashed across his eyes. He tilted his head to look at Qin Jiu, and said casually, "This is also the masterpiece of Jiuye!?" Not a question. The tone of voice, but the tone of affirmation.
Qin Jiu smiled lightly and said, "Could it be possible that King Anling couldn't also give His Royal Highness a dress?"
"Yes, but I won't give this one." Yan Yu's charming and compelling gaze flowed around Qin Jiu's face, and he sneered, "Jiu Ye is really hardworking."
"Lord Xie praised!" Qin Jiu replied shamelessly.
The people in the audience were a little surprised when Zhaoping appeared.
There were many princesses in the Dayu Dynasty, but most of them were arrogant and domineering. Most people who married princesses were trampled and tortured. In this generation, Emperor Qing had only Zhaoping a daughter. Although he is also extremely favored and born beautifully, it is rare that he is gentle and demure, without a trace of domineering. Although Princess Zhaoping is single now, she has married Xie Dichen and is no longer an unmarried woman. But this does not affect some young noble men who yearn for her. However, since she and Xie Dichen reconciled, she rarely appeared in the past three years.
Today, Princess Zhaoping, who is rarely seen, appears at the Snow Praying Festival, which is naturally exciting.
Princess Zhaoping didn't say much, but took out a bamboo flute from her sleeve and began to play.
The prelude to the melody was shocking.
The tune played by Princess Zhaoping is-"Coming to the People".
This piece is the piece that Bai Suxuan played in Jinghua Waters. At that time, Li Jing hadn't prayed for the snow festival, just because of her song, winter snow fell and plum blossoms bloomed. Later, there was the Snow Praying Festival.
This tune is already familiar to the people of Lijingcheng. However, in the past three years, this tune has no longer appeared at the Snow Festival, and people have only played it in private.
No one expected that Princess Zhaoping would play this piece on the Snow Praying Festival.
Qin Jiu was the most shocked.
Because she knew that Zhaoping was not good at musical instruments, so she could only play a few simple pieces. And she played this song pity the people very well, I don't know how many times she practiced it in private.
The clear flute sound reverberates in the mirrored waters, the low-back tone is in harmony with the slow rhythm, revealing helpless sadness, and with indescribable sadness, Man becomes a song.
This tune seems to evoke the most secret pain deep in people's hearts, and make people feel uncontrollable sadness.
Listening to the song, Durian had a tear in her eyes.
The four beauties, cherries and lychees were also a little moved.
The lazy smile at the corners of Yan Yu's lips slowly condensed. He sat on the couch, and his whole body was silent in the sound of the flute. He held the wine glass for a long time and didn't move, as if he was afraid of disturbing the low and sad flute sound.
Only Qin Jiu held the tea cup blankly, with a smile on the corners of his lips, as if he was born engraved on his lips. The light in the shed was a bit dim, and the mole at the corner of his left eye was red in the shadow.
Princess Zhaoping finished in one song, Yan Yu squinted to look at Qin Jiu. I felt that this woman was worthy of being a member of the Tianchen Sect, and she was really cold and ruthless, comparable to wood and stone.
Qin Jiu took the wine glass in front of him and drank it, then smiled and asked, "The prince thinks, which of the princesses and Miss Su will win?"
Yan Yu turned his wine glass and said slowly: "I'm afraid Zhaoping will lose. Although Zhaoping's flute sound is very moving, it's a pity that the selected song is not good."
Qin Jiu was silent and looked towards the high platform outside blankly.
Sitting there were the musicians in the Emperor Qing's palace, and the head of them was Xiao Lebai, one of the four great masters.
Qin Jiu's lips slowly floated with a sneer, as cold as a thorn.
Even if Zhaoping would lose, she Su Wanxiang couldn't win either.
Today, perhaps, it is time for the people of Yuguo to see the sound of recognition.
She glanced at the durian, this stupid boy should also show up in front of others.
Qin Jiu pressed his lips together, and the yellow hair that was jumping around on the durian shoulder flew in with flapping wings. Qin Jiu held Huang Mao, stroking the yellow feather on his head, and asked with a sly smile, "Huang Mao, do you want to listen to A smelly playing the piano?"
Huang Mao tilted his head and replied, "Yes!"
Qin Jiu patted Huang Mao's head and said, "Then go and tell everyone that Axiu's piano skills are the highest."
Huang Mao was about to get the order to leave, and Black Douyan suddenly stared at Yan Yu. It flapped its wings and jumped onto a few cases, stepped on Yao Huang, knocked over Ge Jin, and finally jumped onto the Blue Dragon Womochi.
These pots of peonies were originally poured to death by Yan Yu, but now they were kicked down by Huang Mao.
The fat yellow hair stood on a dying flower in the green dragon lying in the ink pond, and the flower branches trembled tremblingly. Huang Mao followed Qin Jiu's tone of voice and said: "In fact, the prince is the most beautiful. The green dragon lying in the basin of the ink pond is not as elegant as the prince."
Yan Yu was suddenly molested by a bird. He was always shameless and felt very shameless, and before he could react, the bird had already spread its wings and flew away.
It runs faster than a rabbit.
The fighting music on the high platform is coming to an end, and everyone is waiting for who will come to the top.
Jinghua waters were silent.
In this silence, an untimely voice suddenly sounded.
"It's ugly, it's ugly, I've heard better tunes, Xiaoye."
The voice came from the high platform, and everyone looked up to find the speaker, but there was no one on the high platform except for the musicians.
Who is the speaker?
Everyone was puzzled, and another voice came, "Look at what you see, Xiaoye is here."
Everyone moved their gazes down with the voice, and only then saw a parrot standing on the high platform.
This parrot was beautifully born. It was a cockatoo with white feathers. On top of its head, a few yellow feathers of goose fluttered, like a crown, it proudly walked on the platform.
Everyone will fall.