285. Chapter 284 General: Listen to the type of war song
Wushuang smiled slightly and said, "It was originally the prince who asked the slave family to come here." After that, she glanced at Yuan Hongxi and then turned to Muyin, "I didn't expect to meet you."
"Fate, fate..." Muyin laughed dryly, feeling even more unhappy in his heart.
We didn’t know Yuan Hongxi’s identity yesterday, but today we found out that she changed her name to Wangye! Did Yuan Hongxi take advantage of her drunken state to go back to the ship to find Wushuang?
Huh, thinking of this, Muyin stood up and took Wushuang to his side without hesitation, "Why did he invite you here?"
Wushuang pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "The prince said that my family is good at dancing and must be good at playing musical instruments, so he invited me to come to this restaurant to play music."
"..." Muyin was speechless, and looking at Yuan Hongxi, she felt even more sad. Even she herself didn't know why she behaved like this.
"Now that I have met you, Wushuang and I hit it off immediately, so I will present a song to you." Wushuang glanced at Yuan Hongxi and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your appreciation. How about you play a song for me first?"
"Okay." Yuan Hongxi smiled for the first time. He picked up the tea, and the emotion in his eyes flashed, and then returned to a calm spring.
asshole!
They all smiled at Wushuang! Aren't you serious about smiling? Muyin was unhappy and directly pulled Wushuang to sit on his lap and said: "Play me a song."
"Master, what do you want to hear?"
"Hmm," Muyin thought for a while, "It's a war song type."
Wushuang was a little surprised. He moved his eyes away from Muyin's ears, nodded, and started playing the pipa.
The war song is the most difficult to play on the pipa. First of all, it cannot produce that majestic feeling. Even if it is played, it is still a tragic song.
Since it is a tragic song——
Wushuang thought for a while, then played with her slender fingers, opened her little cherry mouth, and a voice like the sound of nature sounded in everyone's ears:
He was so angry that he leaned against the railing, and the misty rain stopped.
Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.
Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and there will be no sorrow!
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The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be extinguished?
Driving a long chariot, he trampled through the gaps in the Helan Mountains. He had great ambitions and ate the meat of Huns when he was hungry, and laughed and drank the blood of Huns when he was thirsty.
Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que!
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As soon as the song ended, some people on the third floor immediately clapped their hands and cheered, while others were still immersed in such a beautiful and sad sound and failed to react.
Muyin smiled bitterly as he listened. When will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished?
His true body is missing; the cause of his humiliating death is still a mystery...
"I didn't expect that I like this kind of ambitious music." Wushuang put away the pipa and poured Muyin a glass of wine. "Wushuang admired me. If I didn't mind making friends with Wushuang, I drank the glass of wine."
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"Okay!" Muyin took it and drank it all in one gulp. He looked at Yuan Hongxi fiercely again.
Just now Yuan Hongxi heard Wushuang singing, and her eyes widened in shock! She has always been gentle and affectionate, okay? I didn't expect her and her brother to be such a prince! It's completely different from before!
"I have a good drinking capacity." Wushuang praised, interrupting Muyin's gaze. Wushuang stood up from her, walked to Yuan Hongxi, leaned over and said, "I wonder what kind of music the prince wants to listen to?"
Yuan Hongxi glanced at Muyin, thought for a moment, moved the teacup to his lips, and smiled lightly: "The phoenix begs for the phoenix."
