"The piece I'm going to play is called 'Wedding Dress'. I composed it myself," Meng Tuoluo said.
Then, she gracefully sat in front of the harpsichord, stretched out her slender hands, closed her beautiful eyes, and began to play.
On the other hand, Lan Ling closed her eyes, not letting go of a single note, because this was the other party's original composition.
As soon as her jade-like hands fell, the beautiful music had already floated out.
With just the first sound, Lan Ling immediately felt Meng Tuoluo's unparalleled talent in music. It was a very mysterious feeling.
Once an expert made a move, it would be obvious.
Everything in the world was a combination of certain elements, and music was even more so.
For an expert, a piece of music was alive and lively, and every note could easily hook people's hearts.
And Meng Tuoluo in front of him was an expert among experts. Lan Ling could easily feel that this woman's musical talent surpassed that of Teacher Niya, who was a famous musician in the entire Raging Wave Kingdom.
Meng Tuoluo was completely immersed in her own world. She only spent two months to compose this piece, because her wedding dress only took two months to make.
Those two months were the most beautiful, the happiest, and the most longing time in her heart.
During those two months of waiting to become a bride, it was as if every breath of air was sweet, as if the color of the sky was pink.
In such a beautiful time, countless ideas flew out of her mind.
Therefore, this was the best piece of music she had ever composed, the most beautiful piece, and the most successful piece of work.
Because her heart was no longer beautiful, she could no longer create such a beautiful piece of music.
And when Lan Ling closed his eyes, it was as if he saw a scene.
A girl to be married, extremely happy, sewing her own wedding dress stitch by stitch.
Every day, she waited for the arrival of the day of the wedding. Her heart was filled with infinite longing, with some apprehension.
She wanted to see her lover every day, but she also wanted to accumulate all her longing and wait until the day of the wedding to completely release her love.
This piece of music was really nice and wonderful, far beyond Lan Ling's imagination.
To put it bluntly, this song was not inferior to some famous songs on Earth. Because she had created it in the best of times, with the best of her heart.
The whole song described the excitement, longing, beauty, and a faint uneasiness of the bride to be married.
Moreover, Meng Tuoluo's musical attainments were so high that Lan Ling was completely intoxicated.
…
"Ding …"
The sound of the zither came to an abrupt end, and the mood of the song also came to an end, because the bride was about to put on her wedding dress, and the wedding was about to begin.
At this moment, Meng Tuoluo's face was already covered in tears.
All the good things in her life came to an abrupt end at the last note of this song.
A few years ago, she put on her wedding dress and went to the Sacred Hall, ready to welcome the happiest moment.
However, what came was a cold nightmare. The groom appeared, but he was holding another bride.
Because the man was also from a top family, and the invitation had been sent out, so the wedding must go on. However, the bride was changed, replaced by another woman from a more top family.
And Meng Tuoluo appeared in the hall in her wedding dress, and became the laughing stock of everyone. This was clearly her wedding, and this was clearly her groom, but the bride became someone else.
At that moment, her life, her everything, was all suspended.
Although, her lover's eyes were extremely guilty, and even did not dare to look at her at all.
From then on, an angel fell, a nightmarish black widow was born.
Meng Tuoluo swore that she would never shed a tear in front of a man in the future. Therefore, she cried with her back to Lan Ling and did not cry out loud.
She was immersed for a long time.
Lan Ling said, "You, have been using his mistakes to punish yourself."
Meng Tuoluo's heart trembled, and she did not answer.
Lan Ling said, "You kill every good-looking man like this, as if to take revenge on him, but he is still safe and sound, and it is you who keeps sinking in your heart."
Meng Tuoluo still did not answer.
Lan Ling continued, "If this goes on, within three years, you will die, you will commit suicide. Because you are an angel, even if you reluctantly become a demon, you can only cry in hell, not sing. "
"Okay, you don't have to say anymore." Meng Tuoluo put away all her tears, turned her face, and said, "Start fulfilling our bet, play your song, I don't believe anyone can surpass me in it. If you win, we will really consummate our marriage after the wedding, and I will really give my body to you. "
Then, she stood up, and left the harpsichord.
Lan Ling walked over and sat down. She said, "That song of yours is very, very good. I don't dare to say that my song surpasses yours. But your piece ends the wedding before it has begun, and mine is the whole fantasy wedding. "
Then, Lan Ling closed his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his hand, and slowly dropped it.
The beautiful sound of the harpsichord floated out from his hand.
He was playing a famous song from Earth, "A Wedding in a Dream". It was a very simple song to play, but it was a very classic and beautiful song.
Even the first few notes could penetrate the ears of the listener and enter the heart.
Elegant, sensitive, and fragile hearts like Meng Tuoluo were completely conquered by the music in an instant.
For a person like her, it was no longer about whether she played well or not. Instead, she directly imagined the scenes and stories behind the song.
Then, they were deeply and thoroughly intoxicated.
The song Lan Ling played was indeed a classic, but when the notes floated out of the room, the barbarian maids who were cleaning outside all stopped and stopped to listen.
This group of people did not have any self-restraint in music, and they did not understand anything, but they knew that it was really, really good.
Music was an immortal language, transcending any civilization and race. Especially classic and beautiful music, it was not formed with words, but molded with the heart.
And this song played by Lan Ling, "Wedding in a Dream", was like this. Anyone who heard it would only have one feeling.
It was really too beautiful, too beautiful, even though the song was very simple.
…
Lan Ling raised his hand and finished playing.
And in the whole space, those beautiful notes seemed to be still floating in the air, still lingering around people's ears, never falling to the ground.
Meng Tuoluo still closed her eyes, and she sighed deeply in her heart. She knew that she had lost.
There was no reason, just a very simple feeling. The other party's music was better, and more beautiful.
After a long time, Meng Tuoluo opened her beautiful eyes wide, and looked at Lan Ling for the first time.
With just one look, it was as if she wanted to see through Lan Ling's mask, and into his heart.
This was a slightly thin and handsome man, slightly melancholy, and a little madness was hidden in his peaceful eyes.
He should be like her, sensitive, and with a dark mentality. Otherwise, he would not have guessed her tragic past on the first day he saw her.
In the past few days of battle, whether it was in terms of scheming, aesthetics, or musical attainments, he had completely surpassed her. And she, Meng Tuoluo, was once the most outstanding Saintess-in-waiting of the Holy Dragon Temple.
But other than martial arts, he surpassed her in every aspect.
In this battle between man and woman, she, Meng Tuoluo, had almost suffered a crushing defeat.
"This song of yours is a tragedy," Meng Tuoluo said.
Lan Ling nodded, "Yes, because the bridegroom is dead."
"Why is he dead?" Meng Tuoluo said.
"To save the bride," Lan Ling said.
Meng Tuoluo smiled sweetly, "Then you still want to save me?"
Lan Ling shook his head, "My mission in this life is to protect my sister. But if I am destined to die, then I hope my death can save your heart. "
Meng Tuo's peerlessly beautiful face trembled, and she said, "Why?"
Lan Ling said, "Because we are both the same, we can become angels, and we can also become demons."
This sentence became the sharpest arrow, instantly piercing through Meng Tuoluo's heart.
She could become an angel, and she could also become a demon. This was the best interpretation of her life.
All kinds of masks on her face shattered, because in the face of someone who understood her so well, who pitied her so much, and who even had the same personality as her, any disguise was meaningless.
"Alright, you've won again. Your mind, your painting, and your musical attainments have all surpassed mine." Meng Tuoluo said, "If I'm willing to bet, I'm willing to lose. I will fulfill my promise and give you my chastity after the wedding."
After saying that, she left directly.
Lan Ling knew that she would not come again before the wedding ceremony.
And all his hard work would come to an end. The next step was to wait for the arrival of the wedding and the judgment of fate.
Would he live or die?
…
On the day of the full moon, the auspicious day had arrived, and the wedding ceremony began!
On this day, everywhere in the Viper Tribe was decorated, and everyone even wore bright red festive clothes.
This was because the female chief of the Viper Tribe was going to get married again, but this time, it was grander than all the previous ones.
In the chief's hall, there were red candles everywhere, and flowers everywhere.
Even the good-looking children in the tribe were called over to scatter flower petals and sugar everywhere, as if it was a real wedding.
Lan Ling designed a white wedding dress, and Meng Tuoluo also rushed to make it, but she did not wear it, because this was not a real wedding, but just a blood-sucking and killing ceremony.
She was still wearing the scarlet tight-fitting dress. Because once she put on the white wedding dress, she would become an angel.
And when she put on the scarlet dress, she would become a demon, because it was the color of blood. Now, she still chose to become a demon.
Similarly, there was no festive music, because the two people who could play the guqin were both in the wedding ceremony.
So, in the eyes of the barbarians, the two of them played the game of getting married.
The first bow to heaven and earth, the second bow to their parents, the husband and wife bowed to each other.
The whole process was like a pantomime.
The only sound came after the wedding ceremony. A strong barbarian, the leader of the barbarian army who chased after Lan Ling, shouted in a non-standard tone, "After the ceremony, send them to the bridal chamber!"
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