God of Fast Transmigration, don't run away

Chapter 292 Pipa Ballad 3
Presumably, the Minister of Liang Guo didn't want the foreigners to win, so he deliberately chose a piece of music that didn't have a lot of audience.

And the foreigner ordered a musical instrument and a piece of music outside the Great Wall.

Qing'er looked at the black figure beside him, he casually picked up a chopstick and knocked on the cup a few times, "Do you remember these sounds?"

Qing'er nodded blankly, the other party was satisfied, and looked at her hands, "Do you know the pipa?"

She nods again.

"Okay, just use these few notes, repeat, and use all the string picking methods you think of."

The other two musicians were also ready, and the three of them lined up, sitting in the field, each holding a musical instrument.

With an order, they started playing at the same time.

At the beginning, the scene was very noisy, and the three kinds of music were incompatible, making it very chaotic.

A group of audience present were all trying to figure something new out, and those foreigners just sneered, scoffing at Daliang's new way of playing.

However, after an initial period of collision, the three musical voices gradually began to blend together.

Later, the sound of the pipa was even more like a soloist in the field, interspersed with the other two music sounds, but there was no confusion at all, and there was a unique rhythm in it.

All those present were immediately attracted, listening carefully, some foreigners also hummed along.

The sound of the pipa is getting more and more urgent. If you listen carefully, you can find that there are actually only a few tones that are constantly changing the order and rhythm.

And it is these few tones that can connect two other completely different styles of music together.

It is like a hemp rope, firmly twisting the other two parties together.

Not only that, but it also has the aura of a golden and iron horse, which is not bad at all compared to the Zhan Ge that I ordered just now, but it is more catchy and impressive.

At the end of the song, the whole hall was silent. After a while, the foreigner stood up first and shouted, "Good!"

"Good song!"

The ministers of Daliang also nodded, knowing that Qing'er was chosen by King Ping, so they didn't feel uncomfortable.

"What kind of song is this, I've never heard it before."

The foreigner asked King Ping, Qing'er came to the hall and felt that these foreigners seemed to be more familiar with this King Ping.

But those ministers from Daliang, on the contrary, seem to be superior, more than respectful, but not enough intimacy.

"It's just a few random notes. It's her credit for combining them so well." King Ping pointed to Qing'er who was holding the pipa.

"It seems that this singer is very talented in vocal music." A foreigner praised.

"Then these notes are still given by the prince, and they are still the credit of the prince. Today is also an eye-opener for me."

"Where, I am ashamed to accept it, how will the result of this competition be calculated?"

"Of course I'm not as good as the lord, and my servants are convinced." Daliang's minister replied.

Everyone was happily complimenting her, and Qing'er was about to step back with her pipa in her arms, but when she was about to step up, she vaguely felt her eyes being dazzled by something.

When she came back to her senses, a Le girl unexpectedly pulled out a soft sword wrapped around her waist and stabbed at King Ping in the arena.

Qing'er felt a heat in her head, before she had time to think about it, she swooped towards the black figure in front of her.

There was a pain in the lower back, and she only had time to take a look at the figure supporting her. Even if she got close, she could see the deep eyes under his bronze mask, and a faint scent of tea.

This was the last thought on her mind, and all that was left was exclamations and noises.

I don't know how long she fell into a coma, but when she woke up, she was lying in a very coldly decorated room, and the curtains on the bed were all blue.

There is no decoration in the room, but the tables and stools inside are all high-grade mahogany, which is not ordinary at first glance.

Thinking of this, she jumped up from the bed suddenly, followed by a pain in her lower back, and she fell back on the bed again.

The movement seemed to startle the people outside, the curtain was pulled back, and the familiar bronze mask came into view, which turned out to be King Ping!

"See... see the prince." Qing'er struggled to get up, but the big movement just now directly tore the wound on her lower back, and the white undershirt was stained with bright red.

"You don't have to get up." He raised his hand to stop him, and he stepped up a few steps. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Qing'er felt that his tone today was a bit more forceful than that at the banquet.

"The wound is open, you wait, I'll call someone." After saying that, he strode out again, Qing'er only saw his blue clothes, following his steps in the air Shaking, it looks very elegant.

Only then did she remember the scene before she fainted, and when she thought of blocking the knife for the prince she had never met before, even Qing'er couldn't figure out how she felt at that time.

After a while, a maid came in from outside the door, she was carrying a medicine tray and followed behind King Ping, and King Ping took a step in and backed out.

He seemed to have just remembered that men and women are different, so he only said softly outside, "Let someone give you medicine first, and I will come to see you after the medicine is finished."

Qing'er responded, and then let the maid take off her clothes and put on the medicine.

The medicine powder sprinkled on her body caused a tingling sensation, which made her unable to help but let out a low breath. She was holding back when she suddenly saw the corner of the blue clothes on the wall outside the curtain.

He didn't seem to leave, just waited outside.

This is the most unassuming prince she has ever seen, Qing'er couldn't help thinking in her heart, she even forgot the pain of the wound for a moment.

After the maid finished serving her medicine and went out, he came in with a bowl of medicine or soup.

Qing'er was lying on the bed, for a moment she didn't know how to face him, although she was covered with a thin quilt, she also knew that men and women should not kiss each other, this is the etiquette that she received since she was a child.

"I asked someone to give you a soup, it's not bitter, don't worry." He naturally picked up the soup bowl and took a spoonful to her mouth.

This action frightened her, "Wang... my lord, I... just come here by myself."

He paused, "You don't need to call yourself that in the future, you have saved my life and should take care of you."

"But……"

Qing'er's eyes widened, and she tilted her head up, just in time to see the sharp-edged chin under his bronze mask.

"Isn't my king's life more precious than taking care of you?"

She was directly silenced, especially his slightly lowered voice, which made her dare not have the slightest objection.

He could only break the jar and let him feed her a bowl of soup and medicine spoon by spoon.

Not to mention, it's really not bitter, and has a faint taste of chicken soup, but it also has a strong medicinal smell.

"how is the taste?"

"It tastes good." She couldn't help but reply, saying that she was not good at all. How could a girl be so direct?

If A Niang is here, I will teach her a lesson again.

(End of this chapter)