Chapter Forty-Seven: It is also possible to be a concubine
When he saw Mo Yunling, Li Mu's eyes were full of shock. It took him a long time to sigh with emotion: "Master Murong is really a master."
Feng Lang couldn't help but glance at Mo Yunling a few more times, his face full of admiration.
"What is the answer?" Zhou Chen was a little curious and took the paper from Feng Lang's hand. When he saw the paper, he exclaimed: "It's blank!"
He checked it again and again, yes, not a word was written, and it was blank as snow.
Feng Qi looked at Mo Yunling's calm expression, his eyes could not help but condense, but Mo Yunling seemed to be completely unaware.
Shui Yue couldn't help but laugh, "The title of my concubine is 'Why is the Qin'? Mr. Murong handed in the white scroll, just like the silence is better than the sound in the Qin music at this time. Playing the Qin is a pleasant thing to cultivate one's mind, why do you have to do it with other things?
If there is some adhesion, if there are distractions, the sound of the piano will be tainted with the worldly world, and the so-called sound of nature will only have its appearance. If it clears the sky, even if it cannot play the sound of nature, it can still be pleasant to others. This is
That’s the meaning of the piano.”
"So this question is better than having a solution without a solution?" Zhou Chen murmured to himself. Li Mu and Feng Lang were both thoughtful, but Feng Qi stared at Mo Yunling closely, and the doubts in his heart gradually expanded.
"Young Master Murong is so talented, I admire him." Feng Lang gave a big salute to Mo Yunling. Next to him, Nangong Zhaoran saw that Prince Lang was too humble and polite today.
With a chuckle, Mo Yunling looked at Feng Lang with interest, "How can I be talented if I just hand in a blank paper? You must think highly of me."
Feng Lang was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Mo Yunling to say this, and then he smiled and said, "Mr. Murong is so humble. Although I can't win the first place today, I am lucky to get to know Mr. Murong and Miss Shuiyue and hear the Divine Comedy."
After saying this, the other people also woke up, looked at Shuiyue, and asked one after another, "May the girl give me another divine song."
Shui Yue shook her head, "I think it would be better if I could get a song from Mr. Murong as a gift."
When everyone heard this, their eyes fell on Mo Yunling again. Looking at Shui Yue's charming smile, she didn't understand what Shui Yue meant.
"I don't know how to play the piano." Mo Yunling apologized.
"If I didn't have transcendent piano skills, how could I have this kind of understanding?" Feng Qi said firmly.
Feng Lang himself was very curious about him, so he also said: "Mr. Murong, don't shirk." With the suggestions of these three people, the other two people also agreed.
Mo Yunling had no choice but to sit in front of the piano, moving his fingers slightly, closing his eyes and concentrating. When the sound of the piano suddenly started, everyone was listening to the music attentively, as if a picture appeared in front of their eyes.
The moon is clear, the breeze is blowing, and the lonely wanderer looks into the distance and sings a few farewell songs. Suddenly he starts running, chasing, which is the memory of the past. However, there is a prison in front of him, and there are many checkpoints, even though he is covered with scars.
, and never retreated, it seemed that there was dawn and freedom ahead.
After the music stopped, everyone looked at Mo Yunling with expressions of wonder and tears in the corners of their eyes.
"It turns out that listening to music can really be immersive!" Feng Lang exclaimed. The other people also nodded. Feng Qi looked at Mo Yunling, who looked indifferent, with a thoughtful expression between his eyebrows.
Shuiyue suddenly stood up from the mat. She looked at Mother Feng and said, "Mom, I have chosen the person who suits my heart, and it is Mr. Murong."
Mo Yunling was stunned when she heard this, she?
Following Shui Yue's gaze, Feng's mother looked at the unfamiliar young man in front of her, looked at him for a long time, pulled Shui Yue aside, and said anxiously, "Girl, please see clearly, don't talk nonsense."
"I don't care, I want to marry this young master!" Shui Yue looked at Mo Yunling lovingly and said seriously, "It's okay to be a concubine."
