Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

After a while.

The shadow guards placed six chairs in the courtyard.

Five shadow guards sat upright in a row, with another armchair placed opposite them.

Gu Mingli pondered for a moment.

There are only five people. Even if each person contributes one point of worship value, that's only 5 points.

We need to get the other five audience members together.

"Ten, go to the kitchen of the Supervisory Commission and bring five ducks."

"good!"

Yi Shi didn't even ask what it was for, and dragged Er Yi to catch ducks.

Before long, each of the five shadow guards was holding a duck that looked completely bewildered.

Gu Mingli placed the armchair opposite the shadow guard, picked up his guitar, and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

He cleared his throat and began to speak in a serious tone.

"Everyone. It must have been tough being up on the roof day and night in the wind. Tonight, I'm holding a small concert for you all as a token of my appreciation."

"Everyone, relax and sit down, don't be shy."

Sparse applause and occasional "crackling" sounds rang out from the other side.

[Ding! Worship points +1! Current worship points: 1/10]

Gu Mingli's lips twitched suddenly.

Bro, I haven't even started yet.

Where does your worship come from?

He glanced at Yi Shi's face, which was filled with the thought that "Young Master is amazing at everything he does," and silently made a mental note of gratitude for this trusting "admiration."

The pale moonlight shone down on Gu Mingli.

He tilted his head slightly, pressing the strings with his left hand and plucking them with his right.

The moment the first chord sounded, everyone in the courtyard froze.

The sound produced by the vibration of the six strings is clear and transparent, completely different from that of the guqin and pipa.

The sound carried an indescribable brightness and freedom, like the wind blowing through a valley in spring.

The four shadow guards simultaneously widened their eyes slightly.

Yi Shi's eyes lit up with surprise.

Gu Mingli's fingers glided smoothly across the strings, and after the prelude was finished, he began to sing.

"The unglazed porcelain is outlined with blue and white brushstrokes, thick and then thin. The peony painted on the bottle is just like your first makeup. The rising sandalwood incense through the window makes me understand your thoughts. I put down half of my brush on the rice paper."

Gu Mingli's voice was clean and clear, and when paired with the arpeggios of the guitar, it sounded especially beautiful in the quiet night.

Under the moonlight, a gentle breeze blew, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

A young man dressed in a moon-white brocade robe held a musical instrument he had never seen before and sang softly in the courtyard.

The scene was too beautiful.

Gu Mingli himself hadn't touched a guitar in a long time, and hadn't played and sang so relaxedly.

Especially when there is an audience, she sings freely and naturally.

He sang one song after another.

[Ding! Worship points +1!]

[Ding! Worship points +1!]

[Ding! Worship points +1!]

[Ding! Worship points +1!]

After singing the four songs, Gu Mingli glanced at the panel out of the corner of his eye.

[Worship Value: 6/10]

"..."

Five shadow guards, five ducks.

All the Shadow Guards contributed worship points.

Which duck gave the sixth point?

He looked down and scanned the five ducks.

The four of them tilted their heads, staring at the ground with an indifferent expression that said, "You sing your song, it's none of my business."

Only the white duck in Er Yi's arms stared intently at the guitar with its round eyes, its head bobbing up and down to the rhythm.

Gu Mingli: "...It's you?"

The white duck responded with a "quack".

Fine.

A true friend to the duck world, I salute you as a hero.

But we're still four points short.

The countdown is almost over, with one hour remaining.

No, he needs to cultivate these ducks' artistic sensibilities.

Gu Mingli took a deep breath, stood up, slung his guitar over his shoulder, pointed at the ducks in the arms of the five shadow guards, and began to lecture them earnestly.

"You bunch of ducks! Don't you know how to respect artists?"

"I just sang four songs! Four! Did you feel anything? The magic of music, the wonder of the universe?"

"A completely expressionless face won't do; you at least have to give a supportive 'squeak'!"

"Most importantly, after listening to the piece, you should feel a sense of reverence! Understand? Reverence!"

He reached out and pointed at each of the five ducks one by one.

The white duck in Yi Shi's arms tilted its head, clearly not understanding.

The gray duck in Er Si's arms wasn't so good-natured. It flapped its wings, stretched its neck forward, and quacked three times at Gu Mingli.

Even without translation, it's clear what "Who do you think you are?" means.

Gu Mingli: "..."

Good! I admire you! You're a real man! You're not afraid of power, are you?

In modern times, you'd be the kind of viewer who types "I'll come again next time" in the comments but never actually donates any coins—a freeloader.

"Fine! You've got guts!"

Gu Mingli gritted his teeth and swept his fingers across the strings.

He had no choice but to change his musical style.

"Since you are not interested, then I will have to come closer to you."

The guitar style suddenly changed.

Just moments ago it was a gentle and elegant folk song, but now it's switched to rock.

"In front of the gate, under the bridge! A flock of ducks swims by! Dum dum dum, dum dum dum! Come on, come on, count them, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8! Dum dum dum, dum dum dum..."

Gu Mingli shouted at the top of his lungs, with great momentum.

The expressions of the five shadow guards simultaneously cracked.

The ducks were stunned.

The gray duck that had been defiant of power just moments before now shrank its neck and nestled into Er Si's arms, remaining silent.

Gu Mingli sang more and more freely, letting loose and expressing himself.

He held his guitar, one foot on the chair, and closed his eyes to enjoy himself.

The moonlight shone on him, and the hem of his moon-white brocade robe fluttered slightly in the night breeze.

His overconfidence gave him an aura of soft light.

He exudes a natural, untamed, and carefree spirit.

On the other side, a group of people had appeared at the back gate of the Control Yuan at some point.

Xiao Ye stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the crazed man not far away, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"So... Akari likes to sing this kind of song?"

Liu An and Geng Zhi behind them exchanged a surprised glance.

The two young eunuchs carrying food boxes secretly craned their necks to peek curiously.

The sound of the guitar was unlike any other string and bamboo instrument in the palace.

The melody produced by the vibration of the six strings is bright and clean, like a spring hidden deep in the mountains.

Gu Mingli's voice gradually softened from its high-pitched rock style.

Seeing that the ducks were all bristling and even laying eggs in fright, he decided to change to a soothing piece of music.

Gu Mingli sat down again with his guitar, cleared his throat, and became gentle.

"Pluck a smiling flower, contemplate the vicissitudes of life, and in the end, what does winning or losing matter..."

"Considering the vicissitudes of life, what does winning or losing ultimately matter? The sun and moon wax and wane, wealth and honor are fleeting, and this morning's face is older than last night's..."

As Xiao Ye listened to the lyrics, he suddenly felt enlightened.

He got it!

The world's splendor is but a fleeting moment, and fame and fortune are nothing but passing clouds.

All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning.

Form is emptiness.

Understanding this principle truly demonstrates great wisdom!

The tension that had been building all day finally eased at that moment.

The song ended.

Gu Mingli was about to play another song when he caught a glimpse of the system panel out of the corner of his eye.

[Ding! Worship points +1!]

[Ding! Worship points +1!]

[Ding! Worship points +1!]

[Ding! Worship points +1!]

[Ding! Worship points +1!]

[Ding! Worship points +1!]

……

The numbers on the panel skyrocketed.

6……8……12……16……19……20……

"Huh? What's going on?"

Gu Mingli's fingers froze on the strings.

He has a total of ten living creatures here, and four of them are still clueless.

Who contributed the remaining fourteen worship points?