The Queen of Charm

Chapter 318 Astonishing Quartet 1
Through the veil, I couldn't see Meng Qingcheng's appearance clearly, but I could vaguely feel her magnificence.

When the little guy passed by Ling Zihan, he raised his chin triumphantly, his eyes were full of contempt, "If you want to fight with me, just look at how miserable you lose, and make you completely embarrassing in front of Princess Meng!" A ruthless streak flashed past his eyes, and he triumphantly stepped onto the competition stage.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly, shining on the black box, glowing with light.

Ling Zihan sat on the chair with a serious face, staring closely at the modern piano.

Ouyang Yu pursed her lips, also very heavy.

Although the Eighth Prince's abilities are extraordinary, this instrument is not an ordinary musical instrument. Except for people from the Raksha Kingdom who can play it, no one else has ever seen such an item.

At this time, there was deep worry in his tone, "Eighth Prince, why don't we temporarily stop this competition! We may not be able to win the Raksha Kingdom, don't worry, the rest of the subordinates will find a way."

"Oh, what do you think?" There was no irritation in the playful tone.

"This..." After hesitating for a while, he replied firmly, "Of course there will be a way."

"No need!" The phoenix eyes were deep, looking at the figure on the competition stage from a distance, and said lightly, "Since Meng Qingcheng wants to play, then I will accompany me to the end! Otherwise, where should I put my face? It's up to you to think , The eighth prince of trash is a trash in the first place, so it doesn't matter if you bow your head if you have any titles."

She turned her head, and the afterglow fell on her beautiful face, like a poppy that was burnt on the edge.

Absolutely beautiful with unparalleled glamor.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, and answered wisely, "No matter what, the lower officials choose to trust the Eighth Prince!"

creak...

A hoarse and difficult voice broke the dignified atmosphere, and Ling Zihan turned her gaze back.

I saw the little boy ran to the steel wire behind the piano and began to rub against it.

Feeling wrong, try to open the lid again.

When it is opened, there are 88 black and white piano keys under the cover, which are neatly and neatly embedded in rows.Dazzling everyone's eyes, these people who had never seen a piano in ancient times stretched their necks and squeezed their heads to see this novel object.

However, among the crowd, Shui Yuetian turned around thoughtfully and left quietly.

The little boy thought hard for a long time, but he didn't know how to start. The maid brought the piano score. He couldn't understand these twisted little tadpoles at all, so he left the atmosphere aside and began to play according to the method in the ancient book.

It is worth mentioning that Xiao Luo barely played the sound.

The sound alone made him ecstatic, and he yelled, "I can play, I can play! I didn't expect that I could play the clavichord! It's great!"

The people on the stage also cheered and clapped their hands.

However, at the next moment, the voice was extremely unpleasant, rough and hoarse, without any pleasant feeling.

Qiuhua covered her ears, with a distressed expression on her face, "Oh my god, what kind of music is playing here, it's even worse than my adults singing. God, adults come and save me."

At this time, Qiuhua inexplicably missed the roar of his lord, the duck male sang.

What others don't know is that Bai Li is as beautiful as a fairy, and she speaks very nicely, but she can't bear to look directly at her singing.But now Qiuhua heard that it was really too good.

Perhaps the little boy also realized that the sound of his playing was too unpleasant, so he hurriedly stepped off the stage halfway through.

The others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the next moment, an untimely voice sounded, "This musical instrument is really rare. I just saw the Eighth Prince's amazing painting. I wonder if I am honored to hear that the Eighth Prince plays this magical instrument himself."

Ling Zihan looked over subconsciously.

I saw Shui Yuetian who had just left folded back at some point, waving a folding fan lightly, with a half-smile on his handsome face, but coldness in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)