Disarming Allure

As soon as the prince waved his hand, the ministers all understood, there was quite a commotion in the hall, and many people began to discuss in whispers.

"Sure enough! It's the top card newly promoted by Liu Ge three months ago!"

"Although this young lady is a pure young man who sells his art but not his body, his net worth is really extraordinary. If you want to see him, no one will spend ten thousand taels of gold. Today is really a treat for your eyes!"

There was also a low voice with disdain on his face: "Cut! Isn't he just a male prostitute, what's the big deal?"

A few officials who were doing good things standing near him immediately glanced at Huangfu's table like frightened birds, patted the official's hat and spat: "What do you know, kid!? This actor is really talented! His piano It can be said that the technique is unparalleled in the world, and I am fortunate enough to listen to a song, and I don’t know how many blessings I have cultivated in my previous life!!"

Immediately, someone echoed: "Yes, yes, even the famous green-sleeve boy who was famous a few years ago may be a little inferior..."

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At this time, the faces of the ministers were all stained with drunkenness, and suddenly they heard that they were lucky enough to meet a beautiful woman, and their speech was less restrained.Huangfu has deep internal energy, so of course these small comments cannot escape his ears.When he caught the name of "Lvxiu", Huangfu also felt a little bit interested.To say that when Lu Xiu was in Liulou, he was astonishing and unparalleled in the world, otherwise he wouldn't be able to catch my eyes, now someone can suppress his limelight?So what does this look like?

He turned to Nangong Yi with an intriguing expression on his face: "I said, Your Majesty, is this young lady really that good?"

Nangong Yi didn't know why his face was a little dark: "How do I know if I haven't seen it? It's my brother who is so good that he can even invite people from Liulou."

Nangong Lian took a sip of wine and did not speak.

Huangfu got bored, raised his legs, leaned over to pick up vegetables in his mouth, and muttered: "The rumors are unbelievable. I have seen countless beauties. I really don't believe anyone can compare to my green sleeve..."

Before the words were finished, the hall suddenly fell silent, even Nangong Ye could clearly hear the sound of "pop" when he put the wine glass on the table.

All eyes turned to the door at the same time, only to see a young man in a green robe leading in front of him. On the young man's hand was a slender hand with well-knuckle knuckles. The bottom is half hidden and half covered, like polished white jade, making the ministers around swallow their saliva.

The owner of the hand walked into the lobby slowly, wearing a gorgeous red robe, which was very suitable for Huangfu Lanxiao. With a bit of sickness, but against the background of the fiery red robe, it looks more and more imaginative. There are no gorgeous ornaments on the hair, only a white jade hairpin in a simple bun. The gorgeousness of the clothes and the hair accessories Suya doesn't conflict with him at all, but gives people a feeling of surprise and indifference.

Step by step, he walked unhurriedly, and the steps under his feet were light. It seemed that someone with excellent lightness kung fu could step on that kind of footwork, but Huangfu frowned and looked carefully, and saw that although Ling was walking with a limp, her breath was obviously turbid. , the lower plate is not stable enough, it seems that it will be crumbling when the wind blows, unconsciously making everyone who looks at him stagnate, and inexplicably feels a little distressed.

It's just that he kept his head down, and from Huangfu Lanxiao's perspective, he couldn't see his face at all.

Before the two came to the chairman, the young servant dragged the young gentleman to bow down together.

"The villain sees the emperor, long live the emperor. See the prince, see the general."

In just a few words, the voice has the embellishment of a clear spring, and the tone of the tone seems to be mixed with the coldness and alienation of the spring water. I can't hear any emotions, and the voice is full of gravity. I don't think it makes people dream...

Huangfu stroked his chin unconsciously, imagining in his mind that a song sung with this tone would be extremely lovable... If he is lucky enough to hear him sing a song... Tsk...

"Let's get back on your feet, Mr. Ling, it's rare for General Huangfu to come back from the frontier. Hearing that your piano skills are unparalleled in the world, I'm quite curious. How about playing a piece to cheer you up?" He glanced at Huangfu beside him who was a little interested.

"It's a great honor for a villain to present a song to the emperor and the general." Young Master Ling lowered his head all the time, his tone was courteous but not flattering at all. As he was speaking, there was already another The boy came in with a piano in his arms, set up the piano table and cushions, and the two boys helped him over to kneel and sit on the cushions together.

He raised his right hand slowly, seemed to pause in the air, and then put both hands on the strings.

The lobby has been quiet all the time, and everyone is waiting with bated breath for the moment when the music starts.

Soon, Mr. Ling's left hand twisted his fingers and sank suddenly on the string. His right hand flew over the string like a swallow. flow out.

The left hand dazzles and dances between the qin emblems, either advancing or retreating, the ying pin changes, and the right hand sometimes picks and sometimes picks.

For a while, there was only the sound of the piano, which was as thick as a torrent, or as light as a bell. Sometimes it was like the fierce fighting on the battlefield, which made people tremble, and sometimes it was like a waterfall that flowed down. Thousands.

What a break!

Huangfu couldn't help sitting up straight, looking at the figure sitting in the center quietly, the exploration in his mind seemed to be washed away by the ups and downs of the song in an instant, leaving only the killing in the battlefield with thorns and thorns Years, the intertwining of pain and passion... Obviously with extravagant and ambiguous reveries, but in an instant, it turned into a passion and impulse to burst out of the chest...

With a twist of his fingertips, several picking notes were sonorous and powerful, followed by a deep and delicate slide note, and the sound gradually weakened, as if refreshing like a trickling stream...

Everyone here is a little drunk, such a trace of tranquility slipped through everyone's hearts, all the intrigues, all the tricks are calculated like clouds and mist, only the music is real...

But only Huangfu could hear it...the deep sorrow under the gentle melody, as if he was on the battlefield, seeing the corpses lying all over the field and blood flowing into rivers...lamenting the kings and emperors, talking and laughing, but only left The soldiers fought bloody battles on the frontier, and the people were displaced and their homes were destroyed... The general at the head of the army killed the enemy in high spirits on the battlefield, but after the war, he could only sigh silently at the sunset amidst the broken mountains and rivers...

Huangfu seemed to feel that his heartbeat was trembling with the notes of the music. What kind of spiritual fit could make him feel so immersive?

Is this kind of feeling possessed by a Liulou actor in front of him?If you don't come to the battlefield in person, how can you give birth to such emotion?How to play out such feelings?

In the ears of others, it is just a song... But Huangfu, who has been trapped in the battlefield for many years, understands this kind of helplessness and sadness mixed with pride best...

For a moment, Huangfu seemed to have grasped some clues... I am afraid that this young man is not easy.

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