Chapter 977
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Gu Yu only came out after a long time and said, "Bi Xiao Lou only has a Jiao Wei Qin, Furen …"
The Jiao Wei Qin had a special sound and Gu Yu was very clear that after following Shen Miao for so many years, when would she see Shen Miao play the qin. On one hand, she was secretly hating this Young Lady of the Ye family for not having good intentions and wanting Shen Miao to do such an elegant thing. At the same time, she was making things difficult for Shen Miao, hitting one's face at one's own to impress others. Especially in this foreign land, no one would be courteous to Shen Miao on account of the Shen family's face. Most of the people here had ulterior motives and could not wait to throw stones at someone who was down.
Especially with Ye Mei's unique ink dance in front of her, Shen Miao would pale in comparison no matter what she did.
"No problem. Just take it." Shen Miao said.
When the surrounding Furens and Young Ladies heard this, they started whispering.
"Didn't one say that one is naturally rough, to actually want to play the qin?"
"Should be wanting to compete with the Young Lady of the Ye family. Really competitive."
"Ai, it is a pity for the residence of Prince Rui. One fear that they will lose face today."
"The people of Ming Qi are really not able to be seen in public. Do not even know how much weight they have."
Their voices were very soft but they could not hide the ridicule in their eyes. Luo Tan was full of confidence. Even though she had not heard Shen Miao play the qin before, she inexplicably felt that Shen Miao was omnipotent. Since she could say it, she would definitely be able to do it.
Ji Yu Shu however whispered to Gao Yang, "Sister-in-law really know how to play the qin? In the beginning when the Feng Xian Pawnshop investigated, there was not even a teacher who could play the qin for her. Self-taught? That is too powerful. "
Gao Yang shrugged his shoulders, "I also do not know. Let's wait and see."
Pei Lang was also one of the guests at the banquet. Guang Wen Tang did not teach the zither but Shen Miao did not choose to learn the zither. Pei Lang had heard the teachers there complain that Shen Miao could not even differentiate the zither strings. Now seeing Shen Miao gladly accepting it, it was hard to hide the surprise in his heart. He could not help but look at Xie Jing Xing, thinking that Shen Miao was so competitive because of Xie Jing Xing.
Xie Jing Xing slightly frowned, the hand that was holding the wine cup slightly tightened.
Shen Miao burned incense and washed her hands before lightly saying, "This song is called 'Song of Blood'. It was written by a young Princess who was forced to go to the enemy country for a marriage alliance and was forced to condescend herself to marry the enemy country's leader who was over fifty years of age. She was uneasy about the future but was helpless and hoped to change her Imperial Father's mind. This song was composed by her heart filled with grief and despair." Her voice was light, like the vague moonlight, but after Mei Furen's passionate dance, it made one quickly calm down, as if with her words, one had entered the story.
She plucked at the strings.
The sound of the Scorched Tail Zither was thick and heavy. It was not as clear and melodious as ordinary zither sounds. It was hard to move one's heart when plucked, but she played it bit by bit, playing it for a long time.
It was clearly an inexplicable zither sound, but it was heart-stirring. After the first sound of the plucking, the hall became quiet.
She opened her mouth slowly and sang slowly.
"The vast Yangtze River flows from the west, the water's surface, the clouds' mountains, and the pavilions on the mountains. The mountains and rivers connect, the pavilions face each other, the arrangement of heaven and earth. "
"Walking in the moon, walking in the stars, eating the autumn in the lonely home, worries on the pillow, worries on the horse, rest after death."
Her voice was usually gentle and as clear as water, but at this moment there was a sense of pain, making one's eyes turn red and their heart sour. Along with her singing, along with her zither sound, it was as if a young Princess appeared in front of one's eyes. She was born cute but was forced to wear a phoenix coronet and a red robe, bitterly sitting in a corner of the Palace. That Palace was towering, serene and heavy.
At the age of innocence, one had to welcome a not easy fate.
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