"Your Majesty, this harp..." Xu Yan looked at Qing Ge in confusion.
"Put up the city wall." Qingge said with a slight smile on her lips.
Put up a city wall?
Once again, everyone was collectively petrified, and the army came to attack and the city walls were having fun. This is really unheard of.
"What? Do you have any objection?" Qingge crossed her legs and leaned back, as lazy as a fox, and the evil sycophant was raging.
"No……"
Everyone's heads shook like a rattle.
In this way, the piano was placed on the city wall.
"Boss, what are we going to do now?" Lin Chong asked.
"Go and invite General Gong." Qingge said.
Lin Chong's jaw trembled. Wasn't Gong Yaozu kidnapped by old man Qin Kui? However, seeing Qing Ge's expression as usual, Lin Chong didn't ask any more questions.
Qingge stood up, waved her jade hand, and walked out, leading the people straight to the general's mansion.
The people along the road are in fear, and war will be the end of the people.
When the manager of the General's Mansion saw Qing Ge, he immediately knelt down to greet her.
Qingge walked indifferently, glanced at the prostrate manager, and asked, "Where is General Gong?"
The manager was frightened, lowered his head, and said: "The general is not here."
Suddenly, Qing Ge suddenly kicked the head of the general manager of the General Mansion. The manager was kicked to the ground, but he did not dare to get angry or speak.
Qingge clenched her hands tightly, exuding a violent aura, "The Hundred Nations Alliance army is attacking. As the general guarding the Xuanyue Pass, Gong Yaozu actually escaped before the battle. It is really disappointing to me. Could it be that he, Gong Yaozu, is still resentful?"
I, the king, are thinking about the revenge of one arm? As the pillar of the country, my mind is so narrow-minded, how can I be worthy of such a heavy responsibility? Where does he put me, and where does he put the people of Beiyue?"
The fury of thunder!
The people around him, both soldiers and civilians, all knelt down and said in unison: "Your Majesty, please calm down."
Qingge flicked his sleeves and walked suddenly towards the west city gate, followed by Li Canglang and others.
"Brother Xu, what do you mean by this, young master?" Yang Zhi asked in confusion.
Xu Yan glanced at Qing Ge who was walking in front, and whispered: "Plunder while the fire is hot, strike while the iron is hot?"
Yang Zhi was still confused.
Li Canglang said: "My young master is trying every means to squeeze Gong Yaozu. In this way, the people of Xuanyue Pass will be disappointed with Gong Yaozu. Think about it, can a general who escapes from battle still be called a general?"
Li Canglang and Xu Yan didn't know anything about Gong Yaozu.
When Lin Chong came back from inquiring about the news, only Yang Zhi was with Qingge. However, even so, Xu Yan and the others also guessed that Gong Yaozu's disappearance must be related to Ye Qingge!
"What happened to Qin?" Yang Zhi asked.
Li Canglang and Xu Yan looked at each other, both in silence.
This piano is really hard to say.
While talking, we arrived at the city wall west of Xuanyue Pass.
Singing softly, we walked up the city wall.
The high city wall towers to the top of the clouds, the antique piano is placed on a sandalwood stand, and an embroidered stool is placed in front of it.
Qing Ge walked up and stood ten thousand feet high, overlooking the mighty military horses of the Hundred Nations Alliance.
In front of the army horse, in the black smoke, dark green eyes were locked in a soft song like a snake or scorpion.
"Nice to meet you, little one."
Black smoke swirled, and the magnetic voice of Lord Glory came out.
Qing Ge stood with his hands behind his back, his blood-stained shirt flowing freely.
She looked at the swarming troops and horses, and finally her eyes fell on Lord Glory, "Lord Glory, you're fine."
She originally thought that Lord Glory was here for nothing, but she didn't expect that he actually brought a hundred thousand soldiers and horses. His momentum was so overwhelming that it formed a dark circuitous line on the horizon at a glance.
They used Lord Glory as a beast, and outside the city wall, they used cavalry, infantry, and archers to block half of the country and completely surround Xuanyue Pass.
Lord Glory looked at the indifferent Ye Qingge, narrowed his green eyes, and then said: "Four Kings, I heard that you have made arrogant words and you are bound to take me down?"
"Taking you down is considered arrogance? Lord Glory, do you think too highly of yourself?" Qing Ge sneered.
Qingge sat down on the embroidery stool, straightened her back, raised her hands, and plucked the strings with her slender fingers.
In an instant, the high mountains and flowing water, the hibiscus weeping dew, are just like the broken jade from Kunshan, the pearls and jade falling on the plate, the sound of the piano is clanging, and the thousands of troops and horses are moving forward like broken bamboos, singing loudly.
Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, headed by Qin.
In this aspect, Qingge is not as good as Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng has amazing talent, while Qingge can at best be considered a master of ceremonies.
After all, her talent is average, she has not worked hard, and she only knows a little bit about it.
The ten fingers are like the wind, the bright wrists are like flowers, and a Guangling San song plays out the indignant and unyielding aura of greatness.
When the troops came to the city, one hundred thousand soldiers and horses were stunned by the sound of the piano.
When the two armies were fighting, the king of the four kingdoms actually played the piano elegantly?
Xu Yan looked at Qingge's graceful figure sitting on the embroidery stool, as straight as a sword, and finally realized why Qingge was playing the piano.
Xu Yan looked towards Li Canglang, who also looked very understanding.
In the black smoke, Lord Glory looked at the girl playing the piano on the city wall with confusion.
Liu Kun is getting married tomorrow, and Gong Yaozu, the general guarding the gate, is missing. At this time, Xuanyue Pass should be at its weakest, so he makes a surprise attack and leads a hundred thousand troops and horses to the west gate.
It would be a good thing if we could attack Xuanyue Guanxi City in one fell swoop. However, what happened to Ye Qingge's confident attitude?
Could it be that she had expected that he would bring someone here today and specially waited here?
Or is it just a pretense?
The Lords of Glory are in confusion.
The two armies were confronting each other with great force and anger. On top of the high wall, a woman's face was like a painting, her clothes were like blood, and she played the ancient tune with an expressionless face.
The sound of the piano is like the sound of water surging against rocks, the river rushing eastward, the passionate and majestic sound of tens of thousands of tiles splitting apart, the force of mountains and rivers collapsing, or the sound of anger rushing to the crown, wild and uninhibited sound.
All in all, this Guangling song will last forever!
Only when there are sentient beings in mind and a grand plan in mind can such majesty emerge.
The music played by a lady is usually about love before flowers and under the moon. If a woman wants to play such a powerful song, she will not be murderous enough, and it will easily backfire, causing the strings to break and the soul to be hurt.
Qing Ge pursed her thin lips, closed her eyes, and her bright wrists, slender jade fingers, flew over the strings.
She once heard Ye Qingcheng play Guangling San. Ye Qingcheng was upset and said that she couldn't play it and the momentum couldn't be achieved.
She liked the sound very much, so she asked Ye Qingcheng to teach her, and she learned it in three to five days.
At that time, Ye Qingcheng teased her and said, "It seems like you are more talented than me."
Qingge also thought that she could have some artistic accomplishments, so she asked Ye Qingcheng to teach other songs. However, she could not learn the songs about the dream of a young girl, and she only knew Guangling San and House of Flying Daggers.
Above and below the city, fire was raging, swords were drawn, as if with just one thought, the sky would be filled with golden drums and flames of war, with smoke and corpses everywhere, and the soldiers would never return.
And this is the cruelty brought about by war.
The sound of the piano on the city wall not only brings blood boiling, but also makes people sigh and miss the wine of their hometown.