God of Fast Transmigration, don't run away

Chapter 291 Pipa Ballad 2
After a while, the whole venue suddenly fell silent, and the originally invisible music suddenly became prominent at this moment.

With a slap, they immediately stopped playing the music.

A slightly gentle voice sounded, "Thank you very much for coming, everyone."

Followed by a cough, Qing'er felt that the man seemed to be coughing up his lungs, especially when the room was full of silence.

After a while, the voice sounded again, "Because of Ping's body, everyone please feel free to do so without restraint."

Only then did someone respond, "Of course, it's important for the prince to take care of his body."

"This time the prince will return to the country soon, how about choosing a song to celebrate it?" Someone suggested.

"Indeed, let these adults from Beijing experience our customs outside the Great Wall, haha." A foreigner laughed loudly.

"If you want to talk about the customs beyond the Great Wall, I remember that the Hongyuan Music Square originated from our Liang Kingdom." A man who was obviously from Liang Kingdom twisted his beard.

"So what, I only recognize Hongyuan Music Square in Liangcheng."

Arguments began in the venue. A group of foreigners and a group of Liang people refused to give in to each other, and their faces turned red.

Qing'er took a peek at the figure standing in the field, he was wearing Liang Guo's robe, the black skirt was as if dyed with ink.

His figure was very light and thin, standing there, she couldn't help but think of the ink bamboo painting she had seen in her father's study.

He should be that King Ping, because his back was facing, Qing'er didn't see the other side's front.

But she couldn't see any signs of weakness or illness in his back, instead he had a sense of leisure.

After a while, he coughed a few times, and the excitement in the place slowly subsided.

For some reason, they actually felt a little oppressive from the prince who had been ill for a long time.

"I rarely enjoy music, so I really don't know what good music to play." He raised his hand slightly, and his wide sleeves revealed complicated dark gold patterns.

Qing'er only felt a blur in front of her eyes, she always felt that the dark gold pattern on Ping Wang's sleeve seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember where it came from.

"What's so difficult about this? Their music studio has always prepared a music list, why don't you bring it up quickly?" Some guests directly overrode the guest.

An attendant presented the playlist, and King Ping did not refuse. He returned to the main seat and began to look through it. From Qing'er's perspective, he could only see his slender fingers.

He glanced quickly, clicked on one of the songs "Zhan Ge", "That's it."

The attendant quickly picked up the sheet music and went down, Qing'er and all the sisters in the music workshop started to play again.

Qing'er knows that Zhan Ge is a new song that has only appeared in recent years, and she has practiced it a few times. Its melody is fast and magnificent, and when it is played, the listener feels like they are in a battlefield.

However, the person who composed this song has never been known. Qing'er is very curious about what kind of person can make such a song.

Without any time to think, she quickly plucked the strings in harmony with the other instruments, her hands as fast as flying flowers.

After the song ended, everyone in the venue came to their senses. The ministers who came from the capital were already trembling and sweating profusely.

A foreigner was the first to sneer, "It's nothing more than that for you to call yourself a great talent."

"you!"

"Humph!"

The ministers of Daliang couldn't respond, so they simply turned their heads away and ignored the foreigners.

Qing'er glanced at Prince Ping. He was sitting on the main seat and she could see his profile. What she didn't expect was that he was wearing half a bronze mask.

The mask was like a ghost face, covering his forehead and half of his face, only revealing a pale and colorless lip underneath.

Judging by the reactions of those guests, it is obvious that they have long been used to it.

"I have a suggestion. I wonder if the lord is willing to accept it?" A minister of the Liang Kingdom got up and said.

"My lord, it's okay to say it." King Ping raised his hand and said.

"Since there are these musicians here today, let's only talk about vocal music and nothing else." The man paused and turned in the direction of the foreigners.

"My Daliang Kingdom has a new way to play, I wonder if you guys dare to try it together?"

"It's a joke, when I'm not as scared as Yeluda, just tell me, Grandpa, if I get scared, I'll call you Grandpa." A foreigner was the first to fight.

He kept talking about "Grandpa", which actually stirred up the atmosphere in the venue, and those foreigners were the first to laugh.

And those Daliang people were blushing from the ridicule, they had never encountered such a vulgar barbarian.

The minister who proposed the new play did not respond, he continued calmly, "The play is not difficult, we can each choose a singer, a musical instrument, and an instrument that is not on the play list. Let them play together."

"Everyone of us here uses a chopstick as a voting sign. Whoever he thinks plays well will vote for him. The one with more will win. Each person can only vote for one person."

"There are still some proficiency in playing this music. If you choose someone who is very familiar with that instrument, wouldn't it be very advantageous?"

The foreigner was not stupid, and directly retorted.

"Yeah, this music can be divided into good and bad, and the grandpa who thinks it sounds good may not necessarily think it sounds good."

"Well, the scope of the theme of the music can be determined by the prince." The Liang Guoren looked at King Ping.

He pondered and said, "Then let's take the moon as the topic."

"However, Fangcai listens to your concerns. I also have a method in my mind, and I would like to share it with you all."

Everyone seemed to be listening attentively, and he continued, "The two people are worried about nothing more than a single word."

"Ping believes that the two of you can use the person you choose as the other's bargaining chip."

As soon as he finished speaking, the foreigner answered with a clap of his palm, "This is a good way."

"What does the lord mean, the people we choose are all chosen for the other party, and the music and instruments we choose are also the chips for the other party's final victory?"

"Yes." He nodded and spit out a word.

A group of Liang ministers whispered to each other for a while, and then said, "Then do as the prince said."

However, the foreigner suggested again, "Why don't you play with us, my lord?"

He coaxed together, and other foreigners in the venue also responded, and King Ping was not annoyed, "Let's try Ping too."

Then all the girls were invited to the hall, they stood in two rows, and were selected by the minister and the foreigner King Heping.

The minister carefully looked at each of the girls before choosing one, the foreigner also chose one, King Ping was very casual, he just pointed at Qing'er casually.

She was still a little dazed, and after the other Le girls stepped back, she stood in the arena a little helplessly.

Because the people chosen by one's own side are counted as the opponent's bargaining chips, therefore, seeing her submissive like this, the Minister of Liang Guo was the first to turn black.

Then the three played their own music and instruments, and another selected girl was assigned a zither, a piece of music she had never heard before.

(End of this chapter)