Chapter 42: No matter how you look at him, he is not human
The sound of the piano sounds, and the initial melody disappears and appears, and I can still see the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, wandering and uncertain.
Then it is like "clanging, the cold current in the secluded room; clear and cold, the trickle of pine roots". Stop and listen quietly, and a feeling of joy will arise spontaneously.
The cantabile melody can't help but make people feel that "its rhyme is long and graceful, just like flowing clouds and flowing water." The ups and downs of the melody have the meaning of surging water. Then again, it is like "the light boat has passed, and the momentum is hesitant. Sometimes the aftermath stirs up rocks, and sometimes
"Slightly retting"
The repeated melody and the lingering sound, finally after the last note ends, people are still immersed in the "overflowing, sincere ancient tune"
After the song ended, Mo Yan stood up and sat next to Mu Feng without any hesitation. This was the seat Mu Feng had arranged for her. All she could do now was follow Mu Feng's wishes.
While everyone was still immersed in it, Mu Feng was the first to react and saw that Mo Yan had already sat back beside him obediently.
Without the immersion just now, Mu Feng just felt extremely angry from the bottom of his heart. He never knew that Mo Yan's piano skills were so high. I'm afraid there are few people in the world who can compare with Mo Yan.
Mu Feng felt powerless again. He felt that Mo Yan was like the moon in the water, a fairy in the moon. What should he do to catch such a person?
At this moment, Mu Feng was more sure of his feelings. No matter what, he would keep Mo Yan by his side.
This music should only exist in heaven, Xiao Zeping couldn't help but think so when he came back to his senses. He also couldn't help but doubt Mo Yan. Who taught Mo Yan's piano skills? How could a proton possess such high piano skills?
Xiao Zeping smiled, and before everyone had come to their senses, he smiled at Mo Yan who was sitting next to Mu Feng and said, "With such a musical skill, the master of the Thirteenth Prince must be an expert."
"Exalted master?" Mo Yan said quietly. As soon as he heard Xiao Zeping's words, Mo Yan thought of his damn master. She really wanted to find the master who said anything about wandering around. She gritted her teeth in her heart, "But no matter how you look at him, he is not human.
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At this moment, someone who was walking in the mountains coughed a few times and felt that the wind was blowing around him. As expected, it was impossible to walk on the mountain road at night.
Mo Yan's voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough to be heard clearly by those who had recovered their senses.
"The Thirteenth Prince is really good at joking," Xiao Zeping suddenly felt like his scalp was numb, as if there was something hidden behind Mo Yan that could push people into the endless abyss.
"But this is not funny at all," Mo Yan spoke so calmly for the first time in front of so many people. She knew that Mu Feng's actions would not be that simple, so she would always have to do something.
Seeing Mo Yan talking so calmly to a person he had just met, Mu Feng felt very uncomfortable, so he pulled Mo Yan away on the spot.
In the country of Mu, Mu Feng represents power and status. No one dares to anger Mu Feng. Even the emperor has no expression. Everyone can only watch Mo Yan being dragged away by Mu Feng.
The banquet finally ended after Mu Feng got up and left first, but this night was destined to be a sleepless night.