Xiao Yan was one of the Eight Friends of Jingling, and was known as the reincarnated Zhou Lang.

The song is wrong, Zhou Langgu,

Since Xiao Yan can receive such high praise, it is naturally unparalleled.

When Wu Jinghui saw Xiao Yan jumping out, he didn't dare to fight anymore.

What's more, she was still concerned about Shi Lingying's injury, so she hurriedly bowed and escaped, leaving the musician's seat to Xiao Yan.

Baochang ordered the attendant to take the pen and ink, and Miss Mochou began to draw the music score.

Xiao Yan saw half of it and sighed,

"This piece of music is so complex that it would be difficult for an ordinary piano to fully express its rhythm.

I think it would be more appropriate to use Jinse."

Miss Mochou kept writing, but her face showed joy,

"Mr. Xiao is really an expert.

If they can be played with a jinse, they will naturally complement each other even more."

Jinse has fifty strings for no reason. It is a very complex stringed instrument that involves far more phonemes than the five-stringed guqin.

The main reason why Mochou asked someone to play the piano instead of the harp was because this piece of music was a new one.

For an experienced luthier, if he gets a new score, he may be able to get started after trying the notes once or twice.

But even for a top pianist, wouldn’t it take half a month to master a new song?

Although Xiao Yan could tell at a glance that this piece was suitable for playing the harp, how could he...

While everyone was still suspicious, Xiao Yan had already chosen a Jinshu among the musicians who were sitting around.

Changshi Baochang was very discerning and quickly found two young eunuchs to carefully lift Jinse up.

Xiao Yan sat next to Mo Chou, looking at the unfinished piano score that the ink was still wet on, and started playing the piano music loudly.

Although it seems to be not smooth yet, what is rare is that I didn't hit a wrong note!

"It's done!" Xiao Yan comforted Mo Chou with a smile on his face,

"Just practice it twice, and you won't ruin the girl's performance."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention,

When Chang Shi heard the words smashing the table, he immediately remembered that there was another bad thing waiting for him to deal with.

He looked at the large hole in the center of the stage and was feeling worried.

Mochou had already finished transcribing the score.

She saw Chang Shi's expression and knew what he was worried about, so she comforted him and said,

"Don't be impatient, Sir.

As long as the wooden boards are removed and the stage is covered with white silk,

Just tie it tighter."

Satin set the stage?

Is it possible that this Mo Chou is really as light as a swallow, but when dancing on the palm of his hand, he can't move even slightly?

Although Shi Baochang muttered in his heart, he still ordered people to prepare as instructed and personally inspected the binding of the silk and satin.

This silk satin is so soft that it covers the huge stage. People walking up to it will inevitably fall into a big pit. If a few golden roosters come to stand alone, take off and roll around...

Old Changshi couldn't even imagine it.

But Miss Mochou is a talented and bold girl. Since she has already said so, we can only wait and see.

Xiao Yan here also competed for a moment and practiced the music on both sides.

By the time I played it for the third time, it was already smooth and free, with no sense of frustration.

Miss Mochou was not idle either. She found some matching neon clothes in the music class and changed into them.

Seeing that within the time of making tea, everything was ready, Baochang’s brows were full of smiles,

Even the roll call sounds like announcing the wedding of an emperor and an empress, with a hint of joy in his heart.

"Taihe's new song, "Mo Chou"!

Dancer: Li Mochou.

Musician: Xiao Yan."

At this time, the melon-eating crowd witnessed with their own eyes that it was not easy to release this song. I don’t know who it was (the author deliberately concealed the name of Liu Ying, who had ulterior motives) began to take the lead in cheering, and the cheers were thunderous for a while. It was really a finale.

The atmosphere is that the character is about to appear.

Xiao Yan twirled his fingers continuously, the sound of Jinse sounded, and the crowd fell silent instantly.

Only the sound of breathing that has not calmed down can be heard occasionally.

During Xiao Yan's first two auditions, he didn't put much emotion into it, and with the crowd being noisy, he couldn't hear anything.

At this time, he was concentrating on performing the music, and what came to his mind were the smiles and frowns he had seen since he met Mochou, and his unwillingness to only watch from a distance.

This piece of music is Mo Chou's expression of her boredom in her boudoir. Xiao Yan's inner state coincides with the original intention of creating the music, just like water.

The sadness and resentment of the melody are intertwined with the eagerness and hesitation of the fingering, which is like telling the story of a pair of idiots and a resentful daughter.

Who has lived for decades without a few unrequited thoughts?

Everyone who heard it was unconsciously moved by this emotion.

Tears filled the corners of Yin Seke's eyes at some point.

After eight beats, it’s time to dance.

Don't worry, you are wearing a colorful dress, a pink face and a jade necklace, and you are a bright and beautiful person.

I saw her gently opening her water sleeves, jumping onto the silk platform as lightly as a bird, and gliding quickly on the smooth surface with her slender legs.

Mochou leaned forward, forming a graceful arc, and stretched his other leg backwards, almost level with the ground.

Her whole body rotated rapidly while gliding, and her body and extended legs continued to curl upward, actually bending into a complete circle.

The flexibility of her body is not inferior to that of Madam Hu, Mrs. Shi.

Su'er Mochou's feet are crossed, her sleeves are waving, and her ribbons are fluttering.

Sometimes it's like a crane standing on a shoal, sometimes it's like a crane bending its neck, sometimes it's like a white crane spreading its wings, sometimes it's soaring into the sky with its wings folded and spinning. The whole movement of the person is maintaining balance while gliding.

The neon clothes are white and thick, and she dances them like the mist on the pond, covering them with layers of mist, and weaving them into beautiful dreams.

Mochou stretched out her arms toward the edge of the stage. The spectators seemed to see the Wushan goddess about to break out of her dream, and they all stretched out their hands to catch her.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly flew back by sliding, leaving only a hazy silk scroll.

Xiao Yan's passionate performance is also very engaging,

The sound of the harp strings is in perfect harmony with the dance. The sound of the harp gradually becomes calmer and slower, and Mochou's rotation gradually relaxes and slows down.

Just when everyone was sighing and the dance was about to end,

Xiao Yan's arms suddenly began to tremble violently, and they flicked rapidly from the wrist down. Only afterimages could be seen, and no fingers could be distinguished. Waves of big strings were noisy, and small strings were slicing, intertwined in one place, as dense as a rushing rain.

And Mochou on the dance floor also accelerated violently, dancing like a top,

The neon clothes were carried flying all over the sky, like blooming flowers, like splashing watercolors, like burning youth, like the nirvana of the phoenix, which instantly lifted the hearts of the onlookers.

Crack, plop, a few drops of blood fell on the wooden seat of Jinse,

Xiao Yan's crazy playing has reached its limit.

But he was completely in the state and was unaware of it. He shook his head and looked at the music score. His fingers continued to accelerate. After a burst of iron hoofs, he channeled all his strength into his fingers, working hard from top to bottom.

A pull.

A burst of flowing sound came, followed by bursts of muffled sounds.

Fifty strings of brocade strings are played for no reason, one dizzy and two broken, wailing and cold,

Under his pull, fifty strings broke together.

At the same time, Mochou was also jumping crazily in the center of the stage. Every time he jumped, the silk platform would sink deeper and the bounce would naturally be higher.

At the moment when the strings broke and the clanging sound started, Mochou's body was already more than a foot in the air.

She circled the neon clouds in the air, spinning like a shuttle, heading straight to the center of the dance floor.

The string was broken, and there was no sound at this moment. Everyone watched helplessly as Mochou plummeted down.

The edge of the stage cracked. Some of the bindings couldn't bear the force and had already broken apart, while more places exploded directly.

The entire stage suddenly bloomed, like a white lotus in full bloom, its petals gathering towards Mochou.

Although the stage collapsed again, Mochou was obviously prepared.

Besides, the three-foot-high platform did not pose any threat after the silk slowed down.
To be continued...