The violin is an ancient Western musical instrument. It should be regarded as the predecessor of the guitar. It was very popular in Europe in the 13th century.
Looking along the place where the sound came from, he saw only a red-haired foreign man. He was holding the violin and gently plucked his fingers, and the clear and sweet sound came out. Arnold narrowed his eyes and felt suspicious, wasn't this
The man who just asked me for directions?
As if aware of two glances, the man turned his head and glanced quietly. He was slightly startled when he saw Arnold. But he still plucked the strings and began to sing slowly. It was a foreign song, although he couldn't understand it.
I understand what he is singing, but I can hear a special emotion in his singing.
Arnold was slightly stunned. This was an Italian song, and it was a very old song. It was probably handed down from the Middle Ages. She had studied dancing since she was a child, so she naturally knew something about it. But it was just a simple understanding.
She doesn't really understand profound things. Just like she knows which period the ancient Chinese dances came from, but she doesn't know when that period was destroyed, nor does she know the reason for the destruction.
Despite this, Arnold still understands that death leads to birth, and birth leads to death. This is a cycle that goes on and on and never stops.
The red-haired young man's singing slowly stopped, and he handed the violin in his hand to a palace maid standing next to him. He stood up and saluted the Khan, "Your Majesty Khan, I am Marco Polo.
I have a wish that I hope His Majesty the Khan can help me achieve."
The Khan looked at him and smiled, "You can just tell me that you are a guest from afar, and I will try my best to fulfill your wishes."
Marco Polo smiled slightly. He was a very handsome foreigner with elegant and decent manners. "I am very obsessed with the mountains and rivers of Dayuan. I hope the Khan will allow me to stay a few more days and let me visit all the mountains and rivers of Dayuan."
Khan laughed loudly, "Of course you can, Marco Polo, you can stay." After that, he turned to Zhenjin and said, "Zhenjin, you can be Marco Polo's guide!"
Zhenjin stood up and bowed to the Khan, "Zhenjin obeys his orders, and I will definitely accompany Marco Polo." After that, he turned back to look at Marco Polo and introduced himself: "My name is Zhenjin."
Marco Polo naturally knew the identity of Zhenjin, but if he wanted to see all of this country, he must have the support of the supreme ruler here. He laughed and saluted respectfully, "Marco Polo, I have met His Highness the Prince.
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Arnold just looked at the two people. The name Marco Polo was very loud. Of course, the loudness was not because of himself, but because it was a very famous brand that seemed to sell ceramic tiles. I saw this advertisement on TV.
She just thought the name was a bit strange. Later, she went to read the information and realized that this man was not an ordinary person. He was a traveler who traveled from Europe to China.
I remember Luo Chen said at the time that China was later targeted by the great powers because of this person.
Thinking of this, Arnold looked towards Marco Polo again. However, the other party seemed to have already guessed that she would look at him, and his eyes were waiting to meet hers. Arnold was slightly startled, but felt a cold breath around him.
Rushing towards her, Hu Gechi stretched out his hand and held her tightly, whispering, "Amul."