Everyone present was stunned, and even Emperor Le Xuan stood up in a gaffe

The others wanted to applaud loudly, but they were afraid to startle her dance, her lute. One by one, they held their breath like a clay fetus and wood plastic.

There were originally musicians in the hall who were specially designed to accompany the dancers, but when Ning Xuemo started dancing, those musicians were still eager to try, wanting to play the instruments at hand and match her pipa sound.

But as soon as it sounded, everyone glared at it angrily

It's natural, and any music seems to be blasphemous.

The musicians didn't dare to act rashly, but only memorized the tune desperately, preparing to practice secretly when they returned.

Han Shanyue sat there, his eyes were fixed on Ning Xuemo, his fingers clenched the jade cup, and his fingertips turned slightly white before he knew it.

"Ding Ding Dong" There was a sudden sound of the guqin outside the window, but after two or three clicks, it followed Ning Xuemo's pipa sound

At first, everyone was a little angry, and some people dared to agree with the sound of the heavens, but before they could express themselves, they were attracted by the sound of the harp.

Among the people present, there are not a few who know the rhythm of music, and there are also many who can play the piano. There are a few that are even guqin masters.

But at this moment, listening to the sudden sound of the piano, I suddenly had the urge to go home and smash the piano

Compared with the sound of this guqin, the guqin they played can be said to be sawn wood

The sound of the pipa, the sound of the guqin, is surprisingly harmonious together, if Ning Xuemo's pipa sound is a spring breeze, then the sound of the guqin is a flower that blooms slowly in the spring breeze.

The spring breeze blows, and the flowers bloom splendidly.

At this time, it is the real nature, the real artistic conception.

Everyone forgot to reprimand who played the piano for a while, and they listened to it and watched it as if they were fascinated.

I only feel that this song should only exist in heaven, how many times can I hear it in the world, I only wish this piano, this pipa, this dance, never stop.

The music really continued, and Ning Xuemo also flew and danced as if she didn't know how to be tired.

The expression on her face seemed to be enchanted, but her heart began to cry bitterly.

Before the piano sounded, she had already danced to the last section. Just jump for another half minute to end perfectly.

But with the sound of the piano, her feet seemed to be controlled, her body made all kinds of complicated dance postures, and the sound of the pipa began to follow the tune of the guqin. Gently twisting and slowly wiping and picking, her fingertips roamed on the lute, and her fingertips began to bead blood, but it was like wearing the red dancing shoes of a witch, and she couldn't stop at all

The sound of the guqin has changed from the original spring flowers to the iron horse Jinge, such as a silver bottle bursting, like a boundless falling wood Xiao Xiao, as if seeing the betrayal of a lover on the battlefield, turning to the arms of the enemy, grief and indignation, desolation, and injustice

All kinds of negative emotions are blowing in the face

Some of the people present began to sob, some beat their chests and stumbled, and some became angry

Obviously, they were completely controlled by the sound of the piano

Moreover, Ning Xuemo's pretty face began to turn white, and the qi and blood in her chest began to surge, she wanted to stop, but she couldn't do it anyway

Suddenly there was a cold wind around her, and her body had fallen into an embrace, and her dancing steps were forced to stop.

Then a pair of hands stretched out from behind her, and the lute in her arms was encircled by the two hands, and it rang loudly

These three thunderbolts rolled through the sky and immediately disrupted the tune of the guqin.

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