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Chapter 124 This sound should only be heard in the sky

Not only Tan Beici is proficient in music, but also the Seventh Emperor Uncle.

The Seventh Emperor Uncle is a famous elegant person. A few years ago, he praised Ye Ruoxue's piano sound for being full of spirituality.

Since then, Ye Ruoxue has practiced the guqin hard in order to make the Seventh Emperor treat him differently.

"I heard that Miss Ye's Mansion is the first genius of Zhenbei Hou Mansion."

Lord Tan praised: "Although Tan is not in Chang'an City, he has also heard of Miss Ruoxue's famous. I heard that Miss Ruoxue became famous at a young age and was invited by the senior sister of Shenxuan Academy. After the death of Zhenbeihou, he often went to comfort the disabled soldiers and played the piano. He became famous in the vassal state at the age of seven."

Lord Tan said slowly and nodded repeatedly: "It's a pity that we are too young, otherwise Tan would have to go to Ye Mansion and Zhenbei Marquis' Mansion to propose marriage in this trip to Chang'an City."

After being praised by Lord Tan, the young talents who were drunk on the fairy pavilion looked at Ye Ruoxue with scorching eyes.

Su Linglong's bright red lips curled up a proud smile.

Ye Haipeng also looked proud.

"Ruoxue, I'm so ugly."

The guqin was arranged, Ye Ruoxue's waist was soft, and lotus grew step by step. She sat down in front of the guqin.

Then I saw Ye Ruoxue's slender fingers plucking the slender strings.

The sound of nature flows out from the fingertips.

A song of Wuling is gentle and gentle.

This song tells the story of a generation of famous prostitutes and generals.

The two have very different identities and have been criticized by the world.

When the troops were at the city and the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, a famous prostitute took risks to save the general.

Finally he died in the enemy camp, and the awakened general crawled into a pool of blood with his broken leg, holding his lover's corpse heartbroken.

Under Ye Ruoxue's interpretation, the guests seemed to have come to that late autumn and witnessed the love between famous prostitutes and generals.

The end of a song.

Those who hear it around have moist eyes.

Ye Ruoxue raised her eyes, but looked at the Seventh Emperor Uncle expectantly.

"It's worthy of being Miss Ruoxue, this sound should only be found in the sky!" Lord Tan said excitedly: "Ci'er, do you think so?"

However, Tan Beici looked cold, "This song is too showy, but instead loses the truest feelings, looks pale, as if he has lost his soul."

What Tan Beici said was so sharp that Ye Ruoxue, Su Linglong and others' laughter had already froze before it appeared.

Ye Ruoxue gritted his teeth.

Tan Beici treated Chu Yue gently and intimately.

But it made her so embarrassed!

Ye Ruoxue covered a ferocious look deep in his eyes, suddenly looked at Chu Yue, and said, "Yue'er, didn't you say that you have prepared a song?"

As soon as these words came out, Chu Yue became in trouble.

In Chang'an City, no one knows that Miss Ye San is a fool who is a chess, calligraphy and painting, and is not good at everything.

The prince’s house is drunk on the fairy pavilion, but they are all powerful people in the capital. Miss Ye San plays the piano, wouldn’t it be a joke?

Xia Siqiong took a sip of wine with a loud voice: "Miss Ye San, although Zhenbei Hou is a military general, he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. As her daughter, should you have some skills? Don't let everyone wait for a long time."

Shen Qingfeng frowned: "Ayue is not feeling well, let me do it for you."

"That won't work."

Qin Qianqian, sitting in a wheelchair, said coldly: "Young Master Shen, Lord Tan and Uncle Seven are here, how can you do it for you?"

Su Linglong said: "Yue'er, don't let everyone wait for a long time."

The blue veins on Shen Qingfeng's forehead swelled up, and he was very angry, and his eyes were filled with slaughter.

He stood up suddenly, but saw a small hand pressing on his shoulder.

With a light force, he pressed him back to the chair.

"Feel sorry."

"The Wuling Song just now was so vulgar that it was dirty. Now it's time for you to see the musical style of the daughter of the Ye family."
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