"Your Majesty, hundreds of birds are paying homage to the phoenix, my court is overjoyed!" On the high platform, behind Emperor Fengtian, the old academic historian touched his goatee and stood up with great excitement.

A hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix?

Mu Xichen and other princes from several countries had just woken up, and the doubts in their eyes were getting deeper and deeper. It has been passed down for thousands of years that the saint with the phoenix birthmark on her body can attract hundreds of birds to pay homage to the phoenix with her playing. How could this Cang Princess not do it?

Does this ability exist?

Feng Moge was so shocked that all the blood in her body seemed to have stopped flowing. What... should she do?

She also thought that when she played the piano, hundreds of birds would appear to outshine her, but who would have thought that the sound of her piano would actually attract real birds!

"A Li..." An undercurrent suddenly flashed across Feng Moge's eyes, and she confessed a few words to A Li behind her. When she raised her eyes and saw the hundreds of birds that were not far away, her heart suddenly felt happy, and her eyes turned, and she wanted to leave.

Ye Chenghuan, who was returning to the high platform, laughed and said, "Princess Cang, taking turns is a waste of time. Let's compare the instruments together first. Ge'er plays the piano. How about Princess Cang choose another one?"

Huh? Why did she just sit there and wait to see how good she was when she played, and then when it was her turn, she was called to join her?

Is it better than trying to interfere?

"Okay." Ye Chenghuan felt weird for a while, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and showed a faint smile. She wanted to see what kind of dirty trick this bullshit saint wanted to play?

After Feng Mo Ge was affirmed, he walked to the piano that had been placed, and played softly with his slender fingers. The melodious and clear music of the piano suddenly drifted down from under the high platform, like a mountain spring playing in the green mountains, and like the breeze passing by the willows.

Soft and beautiful, like the colorful butterflies flying among the flowers, but also cold and noble, like the red plum among the dancing snow.

Sometimes the sound of the piano is as high as a cloud, sometimes as low as a whisper, sometimes as ethereal as silk in the wind, sometimes as calm as the rustling pines on a cliff, sometimes exciting and sometimes empty, high and low, clear and unrestrained, smooth like a river flowing into the sea, and dynamic like a shallow stream.

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Ha, the sound of the piano matches her.

Ye Chenghuan raised his eyebrows. This saint girl still has a lot of skills. It's a pity that you shouldn't come here to flirt with this girl's man!

She reached out and picked up a pipa, and just as she was about to wave her fingers to play the music, she saw that the butterflies that had flown away flew back again, surrounding Feng Mo Ge, and the number they attracted was far twice as many as hers.

So many

"Okay!" There was a sound of praise from up and down the high platform. When he looked at the birds that were sitting on the roof, none of them left, a look of relief appeared in the eyes of the princes of several countries. The saint is indeed a saint!

Well, is this woman's piano sound that powerful?

Ye Chenghuan became more and more weird. He looked at Feng Mo's song carefully and seemed to be extremely immersed in it. When he had no time to speak out the words of the chant, a sudden flash of inspiration came to his mind. What a bullshit saint, you were busy transforming fake butterflies to attract real butterflies.

, want to win the game back?

Bah, let you succeed!

Ye Chenghuan caressed the pipa. Opposite him, Feng Moge gently relaxed his brows and opened her red lips, "A beautiful woman is a proud man, and infatuation is worth so much coldness. Have you ever heard that young people are frivolous? Don't..."

Oh, her grandma still wants to use words to insinuate that her infatuation is in vain. Is Feng Cangqiong just young and frivolous towards her?

Ye Chenghuan smiled extremely "gently", and with a sudden force between his fingers, there was a quiet luck in the Dantian, and the internal energy was forced to the fingertips. The sonorous and powerful sound of the pipa was like a sudden start, and it was a majestic and passionate "Ambush from Flying Daggers"

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With ten slender fingers, there was first a burst of passionate sound like a drum trumpet, and then slowly accelerated, thick and majestic, like a thrilling scream. The sound of horse hooves echoed around the racecourse. Everyone felt their hearts shaken and couldn't help but turn their eyes.

Moving from Feng Moge to Ye Chenghuan, I was sighing from the bottom of my heart, what kind of woman is she? A pipa song can be as powerful as an iron horse.

The sound of the pipa became more and more intense, as if two people and horses were fighting each other. Up and down the high platform, everyone's intuition was gripping. The sound of murder was endless, and they couldn't help but follow her artistic conception, and their emotions were rolling in the midst of thousands of horses galloping.

, full of enthusiasm, "Okay!"

Feng Moge on the opposite side could no longer remain calm. Seeing the butterflies scared away by the overly intense music, she couldn't help but feel anxious. Her head was short-circuited and she could no longer continue singing. The originally clear sound of the piano was cut off.

A sharp noise passed, breaking all the artistic conception

Hey, can't you keep your temper?

Ye Chenghuan laughed happily, her autumn eyes shining like stars were as bright as glass diamonds, her finger movements became more and more rapid, and the tense atmosphere became higher and higher. Under her quiet luck, the entire racecourse was like shouting,

Ma Mingren's tragic battlefield made Feng Mo Ge feel restless and restless in his heart. The melodious sound of the piano ended with a long broken sound, like a feeble wail in the air.

She was so angry that she was just about to destroy the strings under her hands. She clenched her teeth and couldn't help but curse. She wanted to rely on her music to keep the real bird, but who would have thought that it would end in such a disastrous failure!

Ye Chenghuan's lips curled up slightly, and then he slowly closed his fingers, ending the song "Ambush from Flying Daggers" with the majestic sound of a victorious return to camp, looking back at Feng Cangqiong with a sly smile.

"Naughty" Feng Cangqiong couldn't help but chuckle, but her deep eyes were full of doting smiles. This smart woman could always see through other people's traps so easily, and turn defeat into victory in a scheme.

On the high platform, Feng Xiaoche seemed to have just recovered from the immersive excitement and shouted to Feng Moge with an evil look on her face, "Holy girl, what kind of piano are you playing?"

?If it’s broken like this, it’s not as good as those beautiful sisters from my ‘Yicui Tower’!”

Um...you, the romantic prince, have become so venomous?

Ye Chenghuan, who didn't go back to the high platform because Feng Moge said he wanted to continue playing musical instruments, couldn't help but chuckle. Emperor Fengtian was suddenly awakened from the excitement in his eyes. He slightly twisted his black eyebrows and scolded, "Che'er, you have to do nothing."

present!"

His deep black eyes became even deeper. I didn't expect that Cang'er's princess could perform such a song. If used on the battlefield, one song would really be worth a thousand people!
Chapter completed!