I have an inn in Xianxia

Chapter 116 The General's Love

A string was plucked gently, and a deep voice came out, and then, a very old breath spread with the music.

Shi Huo has read poetry and books since he was a child, he has good talent and learning, and he has been preparing for the exam for so many years, obviously he came prepared.

The sound of the piano is low, not as high as the guzheng, but it has its own charm.

The whole song is flat and has no climax, but it is so comfortable to listen to.

As if the music should be like this.

After the first district, you can hear that his song is full of sadness, as if he is paying homage to the frontier fighters there, as if he is talking about the sachet.

This song has no words, but it naturally paints a picture in everyone's mind.

"it is good!"

As soon as the song fell, there was thunderous applause, and the monarch also glanced at Shi Huo in admiration.

"Hmph, I still have some skills." Zhao Wencai shook his head disdainfully.

He flicked his sleeve robe, picked up a guzheng, came to the center of the hall, and sat down slowly.

The sound of Guzheng is loud and clear, but it is not pure violence, but full of elegance.

It was played by Zhao Wencai, and everyone was intoxicated with just one starting gesture.

The beautiful and melodious melody seems to bring people back to ancient times, making people feel intoxicated.

Looking at Zhao Wencai again, he played casually, calmly and elegantly, and fresh notes poured out from his fingertips, as if he could pass through his thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, he made a sound, not only the guzheng in his hand made a sound, but he himself sang in a low voice.

He was singing about the war in the frontier, and about the person who missed him. In his voice, everyone could feel the yearning of the general and the owner of the sachet.

The lover is fighting on the battlefield in the distance, defending the family and the country, and I can hear the longing and the helplessness.

At the climax of the song, Zhao Wencai stopped suddenly with both hands and patted the strings lightly, as if to relieve the nervous longing in his heart.

In the end, the sound of the piano fell, but everyone hadn't gotten over the sound of the piano, they were still intoxicated by the sound of the piano.

After a long while, only one person was the first to react and clapped his hands in applause.

"This music is really beautiful!"

"Young Master Zhao is worthy of being the number one talented man, I admire, admire."

"The music just now can be passed down."

"Only in terms of artistic conception, no one can surpass Mr. Zhao. I just saw that woman whose heart is on the frontier. She is very sad."

"Using music to restore a story, Mr. Zhao's talent makes me admire."

All of a sudden, various voices sounded.

Zhao Wencai stood up and bowed slightly.

"Let everyone laugh."

"Why are you laughing, this song is the most I've ever heard in my life." The Queen spoke, admiring unabashedly.

The monarch also nodded slightly, "That's right."

Jing Ning didn't make a sound. At that moment, she seemed to see herself back then, and sent out a sachet, knowing that he was fighting on the battlefield every day, and she could only miss him silently in this imperial capital.

"Now I see, there is no need to compare. Mr. Zhao's song has already surpassed countless masters."

"That's right, although the song written by that teacher Huo just now is good, but compared with Mr. Zhao, it is still worse than that."

"Having such talents as Mr. Zhao is a blessing for my country of fire, and it is also a misfortune for other talented people." Many ministers spoke one after another.

Most of them are members of the Queen's faction, and they had already received news last night that they were going to suppress those surnamed Lu.

"Hey, after listening to this song, I really don't want to listen to anything else." The queen sighed slightly, and then said to the monarch next to her: "There is no need to compare today, Zhao Wencai's song is destined not to be surpassed."

The monarch was slightly moved.

"Fuck, what do you guys mean by blah blah blah!"

At the critical moment, Lu Cheng shouted loudly, making the whole scene fall into silence.

With his sound, even the king was startled.

In front of the hall, you uttered wild words, saying that we are forcing you to talk, you don't take the monarch seriously!

Someone yelled at him, saying he didn't follow the rules.

"Damn it, the monarch didn't say anything, and you slaves are starting to draw conclusions?" Putting on a hat, this is a trick that Lu Cheng tried time and again.

Sure enough, when these words came out, the man didn't dare to refute them just now, and quickly saluted the monarch, saying that he had no other intentions.

"In this case, let's start your performance." Guo Xiang said, he was relatively fair, and he was a first-rank official. When he opened his mouth, others didn't dare to say more, and they all shut their mouths, but they were ready. , Waiting for the surname Lu to play halfway, he interrupted himself, sparing no effort to sarcasm.

"Let's see what skills you have." Zhao Wencai stood aside and kept shaking the folding fan in his hand.

Lu Cheng picked up the guzheng and sat in the same position as Zhao Wencai just now.

He took a deep breath, his mind was clear, and he looked at the picture of gold and iron horses on the screen, and his fingers moved naturally.

The opening song was flat, and it didn't make people fall into the meaning of the song in an instant like Zhao Wencai. Many people curled their lips on the spot because they believed that Lu Cheng had already lost from the very beginning.

Suddenly, two kinds of drums sounded, and they saw that Lu Cheng was only playing with one hand, while his other hand was beating the waist drum that was hanging on his body at some time.

But it was obviously just a waist drum, but under Lu Cheng's beating, it made a deafening sound like thunder, just like the sound of a sergeant beating a drum before going out to battle!
The sound of drums and thunder, and the sound of guzheng turned, from a peaceful place to a gold and iron horse.

At the same time, at this moment, everyone seemed to see that the original prosperous world was suddenly invaded by foreign enemies, and the original harmony was gone. Accompanied by the sound of drums and thunder and the golden and iron horses, soldiers were ordered on the battlefield and soldiers set out to march.

Then, there was another resounding sound, and everyone seemed to see the appearance of soldiers walking on the frontier.

The sound of the guzheng resounded throughout the hall, and there was an echo. At this moment, it seemed that there were soldiers shouting in their ears.

General, Northern Grain Occupy

Six horses and twelve soldiers, waiting for your presence

Huqin, tell stories of heroism

The defeated army moved north and south
Hometown, in that beautiful faraway place

Expectations are on the body, dreams are wandering

shoulders, remaining energy
where can i last

Waiting for the moment when the lover returns

tears sing for you
On the day I go away from you

blue rain falls in front of my eyes

Proud tears dare not abandon my eyes

On the day I go away from you

Gray dreams sleep beside me

I should have gotten used to nights without you

face bravely!
Lu Cheng's voice sounded high, like the sounds of nature, and full of masculinity. In his lyrics, he described the scene in the frontier, described the raging fire, described the longing for people far away, and described the sadness when leaving his lover.

Those who wanted to interrupt him had long forgotten. In Lu Cheng's singing, everyone could feel the helplessness in the general's heart.

A supporting character tells the unknown suffering of the general.

A line of tears sings for you, making people deeply understand the longing of people far away.

At this moment, even Zhao Wencai was speechless, the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground at some point, and Jing Ning even had tears left behind, which wet his entire face.

The sound of the guzheng circulated and gradually returned to calm, and the sound of the drums gradually stopped, which symbolized that the war was over. In the process of restoring the calm of the gold and iron horses, there were no twists and turns, because the soldiers who went out did not return, but Everything has returned to calm.

The foreign enemies retreated, and it was still the prosperous age, but there were fewer figures.

(End of this chapter)