Chapter 176: Qinqin

Chapter 176 Qinqin
Sunan Xiang stood up and slowly walked to the center of the square. He was slightly blessed to the emperor: "The emperor, the summer feast is only once a year. If it is just a simple drinking, it is too boring to eat. It is better to let the female play the piano. Jiu Xing?"
"Good!" The emperor nodded with admiration: the summer resort is far away from the palace. The musicians and dancers in the palace have not followed. The summer banquet is really boring. If someone is taking the initiative, it is best.
At the end of the scene, the sound of the singer of the South Jiangsu Xiangyin flashed a sly smile, and disappeared without a trace. The low voice said: "If it is a simple cuddly piano, it is too monotonous. The minister is ready to find a name, and the ensemble with the minister. How is the emperor?"
"Quasi!" The emperor waved his hand very generously.
"Thank you for the emperor." Sunan Xiang Ying Ying Fu body, the corner of his mouth bent a strange arc, sharp eyes swept over a noble aristocratic gold, fell on Murong Xue, smiled and said: "Please come to the girl, Nanxiang Qinqin ensemble!"
Murong Xue took the action of melons and fruit, and her brows wrinkled up. There were so many famous names in the square. She didn’t choose this. She didn’t choose, but she let her play with her Qinqin. It’s certainly not good:
No. I’m so happy, I won’t brag.

Listening to her unrequited refusal, Sunan Xiang is not anxious and not annoyed, looking at her, a slight smile: "Mu Wenzhen, the former wife of Suwen Town, was the first talented woman in the capital, and the chess and calligraphy paintings were all well-versed. Murong girl was her. Daughter, how could it not be bragging..."
Murong Xue sneered, her mother knows the chess and calligraphy, she must understand? What is this breaking logic? Besides, Shen died when the original master was four years old. Even if she is good at painting and painting, she can't teach the original master!
Xiangnan Xiangming knows that she has not learned anything from Shen’s, and she has to play with her Qin, clearly wanting to see her ugly...
She just came to the summer resort to escape the summer, did not recruit Sunan Xiang, did not provoke Sunan Xiang, Sunan Xianggan is biased to hold her?
Seeing Murong Xue is silent, Su Nan Xiang mouth mouth is a touch of invisible sneer, she certainly knows that Murong Xue will not brag, just because she knows that Murong Xue will not, she wants Murong Xue to play with her Qin.
"Mu Rong girl, the emperor personally promised, I am playing with you, if Murong girl refuses, but the resistance is not respected..."
Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a touch of ice and laughter. Sunan Xiang actually put such a big hat on her head. If she refuses to say it again, Sunan Xiang must say that she should copy the family!
Sunan Xiang has spent all his time thinking that she wants to play with her Qinqin. She can fulfill Sunan Xiang, but: "I really don't brag, can I use other things instead?"
"Of course!" Sunan Xiang nodded lightly, and his mouth curled up with a sneer that was not easy to detect: she would soon lose her face, and it would not matter what she used to replace her voice.

Thank you!
Murong Xue said faintly, got up and walked to a big tree, reached out and took off a green leaf, and gently removed the dust on it...
"I want to start playing the piano, Murong girl listened carefully!" Sunan Xiang said proudly, the fibrous jade finger was placed on the strings, gently twirling, in an instant, the quiet sound of the piano poured out, melodious and melodious.
Everyone's heart is a shock, and even praise: Yes, good, the piano sound is very good, I wonder if Murong Xue can and can be drawn?
Looking sideways at Murong Xue, I saw her slowly lifting the leaves to the lips, and the beautiful music slowly rang, and together with the piano sounds, the spirits were melodious and pleasing...
Su Nan Xiang Liu Mei light pick, I can't think of Murong Xue is a bit of a skill, can actually keep up with her piano sound, but she will soon be Murong Xueyu's far...
Her eyes were cold, her fierce fingers quickly plucked the strings, and the tunes suddenly changed. The high-pitched sounds of the piano sounded radiant, radiant, and bloody...
Murong Xue sneered at the lips, and the songs of Sunan Xiang’s bombs are only suitable for playing with the piano. With the flute, oh, it’s impossible to blow up. She chose this song to ensemble with herself, just to make herself ugly, she won’t As she wishes...
Murong Xue glanced at the moment, and the song changed instantly. The tone of high and low time was intermittent, just like the white clouds floating freely in the sky, and the breeze and the drizzle blowing into the heart made people feel relaxed and happy.
Everyone looked at each other and looked at each other: the sound of the leaves played by Murong Xue was very beautiful, but it was not the same song played by Sunan Xiang...
Murong Xue is scornful in his heart. Whoever stipulates that the two players will play the same song? Sunan Xiang is going to give her the horse, and stepping her into the mud. If she still plays the same song with Sunan Xiang, it is stupid...
Looking at the hand-held leaves, the fun of Murong Xue, Sunan Xiang disdain and laugh, from ancient times to the present, who used the leaves of the countertops to blow the songs? Murong Xue really opened the river.
The music she blew is beautiful, but after all, it is a broken leaf. It is like a slap in the air. It is a mess, and there is no rules. She even dares to offer ugliness here. It’s really ridiculous and generous, worse than her own piano. Ten thousand and eight thousand miles, this game, Murong Xue lost...
Su Jixiang's mouth curled up with a mocking smile, and was preparing to secretly ridicule Murong Xue a few words, but listened to ‘thumping’, a bird flew into the square.
How is this going?
Su Nan Xiang Emei, is preparing to ask, only listen to the sound of ‘thumping and thumping’, and one beautiful bird flies into the square and flies over Murong Xue...
The birds gathered together with the tones of Murong Xue, automatically arranging various shapes, such as adult, mountain, square, etc., and the pitch of the music, undulating around the square and flying.
Beautiful arrays, beautiful combinations, consistent movements, shocked people stunned, guarded guards, busy palace ladies, and the waiters all stopped and looked incredulously...
There are a few daring little birds, separated from the formation, gently fell to the Queen, our hands...
Queen, we were shocked first, seeing the birds just stopped, no other movements, a little lowering the heart, watching the birds slightly closed their eyes, reveling in the beautiful music, carrying small claws, pat on the wings... ...
Ouyang Shaohao also has a bright bird, but it falls on the table in front of him, waving his wings, spinning, soaring, proudly showing him his beautiful dance...
Ouyang Shaoxuan obsidian-eyed eyes crossed the flying birds, and fell on Murong Xue, who played the leaves. Under the pale golden sunlight, her silk was light, the light purple dress fluttered with the wind, and the cold and proud people Dizzy...
(End of this chapter)