Happy Girl

Chapter 88
I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement, but Murong Huafeng's position is on Li Yunqi's side.

After Lan Yan saw Li Yunqi was seated, she glanced at her, and when she turned her head to look at herself, she was even more chilled, knowing it in her heart.

This Li Yunqi probably took the arrangement of today's banquet as her deliberate arrangement, but he didn't know that his old mother wanted to find another daughter-in-law for him.

Lan Yan had no intention of being a crown princess. Although Wei Changxi's arrangement would make Li Yunqi displease her, it was in her favor.Therefore, she didn't explain much, but just raised her glass to respect the prince, giving the impression that the two respect each other like guests, but the relationship is obviously very close.

Suddenly Lan Ru said: "I heard that Miss Murong is proficient in both literature and martial arts. She is also proficient in temperament and can play the piano well. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to listen to Miss Murong play a piece today?"

Murong Huafeng raised her eyebrows lightly, and said with a smile: "Since Miss Lan San proposed, Hua Feng has the guts to make a fool of herself."

Luo Jiaojiao stared at her with a chill in her eyes.

When Lan Yan heard Murong Huafeng's response, she ordered someone to fetch the piano and put it in the center of the hall.Murong Huafeng walked over generously, lightly touched the strings with his ten fingers, and a series of notes gushed out like spring water.

She only had to test the sound lightly, and she could already tell that she was very good at playing the piano.This is the case with the so-called "sentiment before the melody".

She caressed the strings with her ten fingers, causing the strings to stop, and then flicked her index finger lightly, and the melodious melody flowed out from the strings.The sound of the zither Xiao Xiao Nana, like a wisp of light smoke flying in the hearts of everyone, at one time it is like a spring flowing in the mountains, at another time it is like birds singing and the mountain is more secluded, and at another time it is like the night wind blowing the mountains and forests, it is extremely noble and ethereal.

At the end of a song, the lingering sound lingered in the ears, and immediately attracted everyone to applaud.

Lan Yan took a peek at Li Yunqi, but saw that his eyes were deep, as if he was still contemplating the song, she couldn't help but secretly said: "There is no mother who knows the son, the daughter-in-law chosen by Mrs. Changwu is probably very suitable for the prince."

When it comes to family affairs, both of them have hundreds of years of family background; in terms of talent and learning, both of them are talented in literature and martial arts; To Biren.

Murong Huafeng blushed, smiled slightly, his eyes glanced over Prince Li Yunqi intentionally or unintentionally, and returned to his seat.

Li Yunqi also took a deep look at Murong Huafeng, and couldn't help but admire Murong Huafeng in his heart.

This Murong Huafeng was originally from a noble family. If she grew up in the mountains, forests and fields, it would be lucky to be able to play this kind of music, but she grew up in Kyoto since she was a child. Pretentiously arrogant, but can also play such an ethereal and lofty song, it can be seen that there are hills and valleys in his chest.

Suddenly Luo Jiaojiao said: "This song is like a song in the mountains and countryside, what's so good about it? Why don't I present a konghou song for everyone, just to cheer you up, how about it?"

Although everyone really didn't like her words, especially Murong Huafeng's face immediately turned red, but since she said that, several people would refute and immediately booed and applauded.

Immediately, a servant girl fetched the harp, Luo Jiaojiao stretched out her hand to take it.She didn't test the sound first like Murong Huafeng did, but started playing directly.Immediately, one by one musical notes shot out clangingly like ice beads and jade stones, and each note made people feel their heart jumping suddenly, as if something was stirring in their hearts, which made people feel agitated.

This Luo Jiaojiao is not a soft character, regardless of martial arts, talent and learning. This konghou playing is halfway through, and many people present feel as if they are on the battlefield, facing the gold and iron horses. Great pride.

"This Luo Jiaojiao, even though she is a daughter, has a lot of ambition in her heart." Lan Yan said in her heart, quite optimistic about the show.

After a while, the song turned around and ended with a high-pitched tune, which made everyone's blood boil, and it took a long time for a burst of applause.

Luo Jiaojiao returned to her seat triumphantly, and looked at Murong Huafeng with the air of returning from victory.

Although Murong Huafeng was blatantly ridiculed by her and looked very sorry on his face, he had returned to normal at this time, but there was a bit of coldness in his eyes when he glanced at her.

Li Xiangyu deliberately teased and said: "Miss Murong's piano music is ethereal and lofty, and Miss Luo's harp is sonorous and powerful. Miss Lan Wu, these guests have already presented music. As the host, you must not be left behind."

Li Yunqi glared at Li Xiangyu.

Although he is still dissatisfied with Lan Yan being his concubine, since the siege of the beast, he no longer treats Lan Yan as before. He has to save face for Lan Yan, so he listened to Li Xiangyu. With these words, I can't help but worry that Lan Yan won't understand the rhythm, can't play the piano, and will lose face in public.

However, Li Xiangyu had already spoken, he couldn't suppress this matter in public, so he could only applaud with everyone to express his welcome.

Lan Yan was depressed, how could these people get involved in her regardless of whether she was writing poems or playing music?However, when Lan Ru mentioned letting Murong Huafeng play the music, she was already prepared.As Li Xiangyu said, the guests are playing for fun, how can she, the host, escape?
This is the true purpose of a caring person.

Lan Yan was upset in her heart, but on the surface she smiled gently and generously, saying: "Since you are so enthusiastic, I, the master, really shouldn't disappoint you." With a wave of her hand, behind her, Liu Yizi had already handed over a pipa.

In her previous life, in order to squeeze into the upper class, Lan Yan had learned a lot of these things, whether it was Western pianos, violins, etc., or ethnic zithers and lutes, she had studied them very carefully.

At this time, she was holding the pipa halfway, pondered for a while, and immediately flicked her hands, a series of notes flew out from her fingertips.This song is not like ordinary pipa music with sonorous syllables, nor is it melodious and clear like Murong Huafeng's. That looming love thread.

It is like a steed breaking free from its reins and galloping freely in the wilderness; it is also like a tree growing tall and strong, weathering the wind and rain, and indifferent to the love and hatred in the world; it is even more like a cloud under the blue sky The river water, the river and the sky are all the same color without any dust...

With this song, Li Yunqi was shocked all over, raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and stared at Lan Yan with a strange brilliance in his eyes.

When this song first started, it was like a young man roaming freely in thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

(End of this chapter)