No!
He still had his head lowered!
Lu Fei'er's nerves tensed up.
Because she saw an incomparably strange scene!
Young Master Ling still had his head lowered and was looking at his phone.
But at the same time, he raised his head and looked at her.
He was playing with his phone with his head lowered.
And he raised his head and looked at her coldly.
Two of him suddenly existed at the same time.
It was as if the two timelines had overlapped at this moment.
The one who raised his head had an extremely arrogant expression on his face.
He was like a king sitting upright in a carriage.
He was also like a Divine Lord sitting high in the clouds.
He only looked at Lu Fei'er.
Then, he revealed an unknown smile.
This smile made her hair stand on end. She trembled with fear, but she couldn't help but feel close to him.
It was as if... It was as if...
Some kind of encouragement!
Yes!
Encouragement!
He was encouraging me?
But why, am I afraid?
Lu Fei'er couldn't figure it out!
She didn't dare to figure it out either!
Her intuition told her not to think about it.
The psionic power in her body was also quietly moving in a certain pattern.
Ding ding ding...
It was...
Gong Shang Jiao Yu.
However, it was another form of rhythm.
But in essence, it was still a scale.
Feeling this pattern, Lu Fei'er couldn't help but hum in her heart.
It actually...
She could really hum it.
This rhythm...
And it sounded quite nice!
It seemed that as long as the lyrics were added, it would be a wonderful song!
At this moment, a soft hum sounded in her ears.
"If evil is a beautiful and cruel movement..."
"I will write its end with my own hands!"
That was it!
That was the lyrics!
Lu Fei'er swallowed her saliva and looked at Young Master Ling, who had his head lowered.
He was humming softly.
Although he was tone-deaf, although not a single word was in tune, although it sounded a little ear-piercing.
But...
That was the lyrics!
That was the rhythm!
"The light of the morning sun dries away the last trace of sadness..."
"Black ink, dyed with serenity …"
Listening to that soft humming.
Lu Fei'er took a deep breath. She understood that this was the reason for encouragement.
The ladder had been brought up.
It all depended on whether she could seize the opportunity and climb down the ladder.
Thus, she carefully adjusted her tone and asked in what she thought was the most gentle tone she could muster, "Young master... What song are you singing?"
As she asked, she tried her best to look curious.
Her eyes fluttered as she blinked.
Like a curious baby asking an adult what the big brother and sister on TV were doing?
Young Master Ling seemed to be a little surprised.
He raised his head and looked at her innocently. "What song?"
"Did I just sing it?"
He shook his head. "I don't know … Maybe it's an old song I've heard before …"
"It sounds pretty good!"
This was the truth!
Ling Ping'an's memory was very bad.
But at the same time, he seemed to have an extremely good memory.
There were many things that he could not forget.
That was why he could live like a normal person with the identity of face blindness.
Otherwise …
It was difficult to even socialize!
Therefore, he had actually been selectively remembering and forgetting many things.
He would remember the important things and forget the unimportant things.
Thus, he could get rid of his worries and live happily.
However …
How could Lu Fei'er believe it?
She savored the rhythm in her heart.
The palace, the horn, and the feathers were moving in an indescribable rhythm.
It was composing a song that was ear-piercing, sharp, terrifying, but also pleasant and crazy.
There was power in this music!
However, this power was sealed.
Ordinary people could not see it and did not know how to use it.
But …
As long as one mastered the right method, they could extract the power from the seal.
When the song was played, it might be a high mountain and flowing water. The sound of the zither was ethereal, but it would break the enemy's liver and intestines and tear their hearts and lungs.
The literal kind!
Killing people from ten thousand miles away and taking the enemy's head in their lair.
But now was not the time to delve into this strange song.
Lu Fei'er understood that she should take advantage of the 'encouragement' to talk more to this Young Master Ling.
Perhaps, as she talked, she would have her own opportunity!
Thus, she smiled. "It's very nice!"
She snorted softly.
Oh, oh, oh, oh …
According to the rhythm in her heart, she used the orthodox humming method of the academy.
She hummed the tone slowly.
It was a very pleasant humming.
It was like a lark singing, or like a swan humming in the center of the stage.
Hearing her humming, countless people closed their eyes.
"Beautiful!"
"Too beautiful!"
"As expected of the Empire's Songstress! The youngest artist of the national team! "
As she hummed, Lu Fei'er began to sing.
"If evil is a gorgeous and cruel movement, I will write its end with my own hands!"
"The light of the dawn, dry up the last trace of sadness!"
"Black ink, dyed with serenity!"
Her singing was like an elf singing in a secret realm of orchids in an empty valley.
It was also like the enchantress in the mountains, singing a soul-stirring tune in the depths of the dense forest.
Just listening, many people were intoxicated.
"The Empire's Songstress is the Empire's Songstress!"
"This voice... this singing... this singing technique... is completely at the level of the Hall of Fame!"
And they finally understood.
The way they looked at the young man also changed.
"So that's how it is..."
"That young man is probably a genius musician of the present age!"
"Just like Mr. Mozart, who immigrated from the Land of Qin during the era of Gaozong, a young and promising musician!"
During the era of Gaozong, during the gap of the hundred-year war, Emperor Gaozong personally led and launched the Wutong Project.
He personally served as the team leader and leader, bringing in a large number of talents from all walks of life from the Land of Qin and the world.
As long as it was a talent, no matter what aspect it was, they were all given the green light.
Any conditions could be negotiated!
Thus, a large number of talents poured in, indirectly contributing to the golden age of Gaozong.
At that time, local and overseas talents collided with each other, and all kinds of ideas, culture, and art appeared.
And the genius musician from the Land of Qin, Mozart, injected a vibrant blood into the music world of the Empire at that time and later.
The music world of the Federal Empire was deeply influenced by Grand Scholar Mozart.
The violin, cello, and other instruments from the Land of Qin were also able to ascend to the hall of elegance because of this.
And now...
Most likely, Little Sister Fei-er had rushed over because she knew of this young man's capabilities.
And that young man's unruliness and unruliness also had a reasonable explanation.
He was an artist.
What kind of artist was an artist if he wasn't arrogant and arrogant?
People who engaged in the arts were all like this.
The more talented they were, the more arrogant they were. The more arrogant they were, the more talented they were.
And people generally accepted this setting!
Back then, when Mr. Hong Li, his good friend Cao Xueqin, and the others worked together to write Dream of the Red Chamber.
Taizong sent someone to urge for updates. Mr. Hong Li raised his eyebrows and gave the brush to the messenger. "Come, come, come. I'll give you the brush. You write!"
Taizong didn't dare to urge for updates anymore.
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