After the song ended, thunderous applause was heard from outside, and everyone cheered. Then a clear and gentle voice sounded softly, "I wonder what Miss Lingjiang Shui thinks of this song?"
Although it was a question, the strong confidence and arrogance could clearly be heard in this tone.
Then a woman's sweet voice sounded, with some admiration and excitement, "As expected of the first musician, Mr. Tianyin, Mr. Le, Wan'er was convinced. According to the agreement, this music score is yours."
It seems that there was a competition outside somewhere before.
When Murong Qiufeng heard the name of the best musician in the world, Mr. Tianyin, his eyes suddenly flashed with a bit of enthusiasm and the excitement of meeting an opponent and wanting to have a good competition.
"It's Tianyin." He stood up abruptly. It was rare for him to lose his composure in front of Shangguan Ye, so he turned around and wanted to go out to meet this long-famous musician who was the best in the world.
Shangguan Ye naturally saw the changes in his expression, his eyebrows furrowed more tightly, and his eyes became darker.
Murong Qiufeng had already opened the door and walked out. At this time, the restaurant was different from when they first came. It was now full of guests, and they were on the second floor with them. Opposite them, a man was holding Qin in his arms and holding a book in his hand.
With the blue book in hand, he was about to turn around and go back to his private room.
Murong Qiufeng quickly said, "Your Excellency, are you Mr. Leyin?"
Leyin, who was turning around, stopped immediately when she heard his voice. She turned her head suspiciously and looked at Murong Qiufeng opposite. She slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows with a very arrogant look on her face, "That's what I am, I don't know what this young master is."
Any advice?"
The two of them are facing each other from a distance upstairs. Leyin is recognized as having both talent and appearance. Although his face is now covered with a red veil, his appearance can be guessed from the pair of peach blossom eyes that always seem to bewitching.
Definitely not vulgar.
Moreover, it is groundless. Those who are lucky enough to have seen Leyin describe him as like a fairy, making people curious and envious. And he loves red very much. Wearing a fiery red suit makes him look a little extra.
Feminine, but it does not bring disgust to people, but reflects his enchantment just right.
But the appearance of Murong Qiufeng made everyone gasp.
Murong Qiufeng's appearance can be seen from his twin sister, Murong Qiuyun, the most beautiful woman in Yan Kingdom. However, the most attractive thing about Murong Qiufeng is not his appearance, but his
His temperament is as pure as dust, as elegant as a lotus, as floating as a fairy, his bright eyes are like clear pool water, and he is cold and pure, as if he is not stained by the turbidity of the world.
Shangguan Ye was also attracted by his eyes and temperament. Although Murong Qiufeng's appearance was indeed superior, it was not like Shangguan Ye had never seen a man similar to him.
In terms of appearance, it would not make Shangguan Ye so excited, and the music is enough. His appearance is not inferior to Murong Qiufeng, but for Shangguan Ye, he is just a satisfactory bed partner.
That's all.
The white clothes are like snow and the red clothes are like fire. When the two of them look at each other, a subtle feeling suddenly appears.
Leyin narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He had always been quite confident in his appearance, but Murong Qiufeng made him feel a strange sense of threat when he first saw him.
It seems that as long as he appears, the eyes and the honor that belong to him will be taken away.
Murong Qiufeng didn't think as much as they did. At this moment, he only focused on music theory, "I heard that Mr. Yueyin's music skills are unique in the world. Today's song is indeed true to his words. I am not talented and I am also a person who loves music, but I am not
Do you know if it is an honor to be able to consult with the young master for advice?"
Murong Qiufeng didn't mean to fight for victory. When he asked for advice, he just wanted to have a pure exchange of ideas.
But to Yueyin's ears, it had a different meaning, "You want to compete with me too?" He raised his chin slightly, his tone became more sarcastic, and he felt like he wanted to step on this person.
The feeling underfoot.
Hearing what he said, Murong Qiufeng was stunned. He always felt that something was wrong with what he said. He wanted to clarify, but the people downstairs started shouting excitedly, chattering in confusion, and making a lot of noise.
Murong Qiufeng, who always disliked noisy things, couldn't help but frown.
Yueyin twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, and the corner of his mouth under the veil raised a contemptuous arc, "Since the young master also wants to compete with Yueyin, then I don't know how the young master wants to compare, and what he can offer as a bet, oh, it turns out that
If the green lotus is in the hands of the young master, it would be better than this. The young master will use the green lotus as a bet, and Yueyin will use this harp, how good it is."
Seeing the jade flute around Murong Qiufeng's waist with sharp eyes, Leyin's eyes suddenly became a little more fiery. Like Murong Qiufeng, he also loved music very much, but they had different attitudes towards music.
Murong Qiufeng's music theory, which originally seemed very elegant and noble, suddenly turned into a utilitarian gambling game, and Murong Qiufeng suddenly darkened his face.
He doesn't lose his temper often. On the contrary, he is the kind of person with a very good temper, but this is only limited to not touching his bottom line. He loves music theory with pious respect.
He was suddenly disappointed. He did not expect that Yueyin, who was known as the best musician in the world, would be so ruinous and insulting to music.
"I'm sorry to bother you." He took a deep breath. Although he was already very angry, he couldn't yell or directly take action like ordinary people. All he could do was swallow this suffocating breath with disappointment.
leave.
But just because he wants to leave doesn't mean Le Yin will let him go.
"Why, you don't dare anymore. You gave up before the competition even started. Tsk tsk. You've known yourself for a long time. Don't come out to show off. It will only embarrass people." Leyin's mouth was very venomous. His original intention was to use provocation to force Murong.
Qiu Feng compared with him. After all, he had been looking for the green lotus jade flute for a long time. How could he let go of such a good opportunity at this moment.
The people below also followed suit. Murong Qiufeng pursed his lips tightly and turned to look at him, with anger in his eyes, but not because of his own face, but because he felt sad and angry that the music was so insulted, "Leyin, you
You are not worthy of being the best musician in the world. You are not worthy of playing the piano. I feel sad for your piano."
He was so calm, but his words contained suppressed anger and disappointment, which immediately made everyone stunned.
Yueyin's expression changed even more, and he became a little livid. Then he sneered and said mockingly, "I'm not worthy of being the best musician in the world. Do you think I am? A person who doesn't even dare to accept a challenge has no right to say that."