Those diners didn't know what was going on, they just thought it was someone arranged by the hotel playing the piano.
But those who knew about it were dumbfounded. Although it is not surprising that a person like Shunzi can play the piano, but now he played this piece of music, doesn't it have any meaning?
I asked Han Bing in a low voice: "Sister, what do you think?"
Han Bing nodded solemnly: "Something is going to happen!"
The song "Ambush from Flying Daggers" should be divided into three parts. The first part is about the formation of the camps, which is majestic; the second part is about the ambush and the battle on Jiuli Mountain, describing the life-and-death fight scene of the fierce battle between the two armies, with the sound of horse hooves and sword fighting.
The sounds of fighting and shouts come and go, which is even more shocking; and the third part tells the story of King Xiang's defeat and Wujiang committing suicide, the overall style is tragic and desolate.[
Everyone was listening with interest. Just as the song reached the second part, when the two armies were fighting, they suddenly stopped and stood up.
I looked at Han Bing worriedly, feeling increasingly uneasy.
Han Bing frowned, obviously unable to guess Shunzi's thoughts.
"Hey, little guy, why don't you stop playing?" a lady who was watching suddenly shouted.
"You old man, why are you struggling to your death?" Shunzi smiled and ignored the woman.
"What are you struggling with..." The woman was still confused and suddenly shouted.
Suddenly there was a cry of murder outside the hotel. Looking through the lobby, outside the door, dozens of teenagers were shouting inside with swords, guns and sticks.
"Fuck!" the old man yelled.
It turns out that instead of breaking a cup as a trumpet, playing the piano is a trumpet!
Shunzi had already arranged people outside the hotel. As soon as they heard the sound of the piano being ambushed from all sides, they would surround him!
I took Han Bing's arm and said, "Sister, please think of a solution quickly."
Han Bing, who had always been calm, had a few beads of sweat on his forehead, and said slowly: "Do you think my words will still be effective at this point?!"
I had no choice but to let go of Han Bing and look at Laotu and the others from a distance. They were gathering together, staring angrily at Shunzi standing tall in the garden, their eyes full of anger!
"You become a king, you lose a bandit." Shunzi said this calmly, and the smile on his face still looked so warm.
No one would think that a boy with such a smile on his face could be the leader of this war!