Behind the screen, Yan Xun, who had not dared to leave after accompanying Qin Jiaoyue, was shocked when he heard the familiar sound of strings playing outside.
Come on, come on, that girl is really ready to cause trouble!
It’s just playing the piano, why did you choose the most difficult piece?
On the side, the little maid following him said softly: "Oh, so this is what she wants to do. It's really..."
“It’s so hard to describe!”
Yan Xun glared at Sang Ling who had followed him secretly into the palace dressed as a maid, he held his forehead and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth:
"Don't you also make it difficult for people to say anything?"
Not only did he follow me secretly, but he suddenly started singing just now. If not...
Forget it, forget it.
Now is not the time to argue with her about this.
Yan Xun moved his fingers with a headache, and his mind was already recalling the scene of Sang Lanyun playing Meiluo.
She thought to herself, if Qin Jiaoxi insists on imitating her master, how much can I do to make up for her...
However, before he could move his fingers, the sound of the strings on the stage had already cut through two rings.
It is the song "Plum Fall" that Yan Xun is very familiar with, but it is not a style that he is completely familiar with.
Fortunately, if he wanted to harmonize, he could still keep up.
With the blessing of the Queen Mother's fine piano, the sound of the piano floating out from Qin Jiaoxi's fingers was like a ghost in the empty valley running back and forth in the hall.
A picture like a snowy scene actually overflowed from the sound in front of everyone's eyes.
The snow falls, the wind rises, and the plum blossoms fall on the mountain.
There was faint sunshine slanting through the treetops and falling on the snow, reflecting the pink and red plum blossoms. A song was played, and there were still people singing along.
Gradually, there was a lingering sound effect in the hall, making people stunned.
"Where have you heard this... this song?"
"It seems like this was the famous song of Shui Qin Pavilion master from Shuocheng Sang family!"
"By the way, that's right. I happened to be the magistrate of Shuocheng back then, and I had the honor to listen to that song... "Plum Blossoms". Now that I think about it, this is the song "Plum Blossoms"!"
"I heard that this song has not been circulated for more than ten years. I never expected that Princess Meng'an not only dances amazingly, but her piano skills are even more amazing!"
"As expected of the only princess in the royal family!"
Everyone praised him one after another, and Peng Jia's face turned green when he heard it.
After this song, what qualifications does she have to go on stage? What else can she do to attract the attention of His Royal Highness?
It seems that Qin Jiaoxi is really deliberately targeting her and forcing her to have no way out!
After hearing a "stab", Peng Jiaren was so angry that she tore the handkerchief in her hand to pieces.
However, the scene at this moment is filled with the sound of piano music that only happens once in several years. Who can care about everything around them?
Although some people have heard that there is a piano player behind the screen to help with the harmony, but when the harmony stops, Princess Meng'an's skill in playing the piano is still extremely talented!
Behind the screen, Yan Xun was shocked while harmonizing.
He naturally knew that Qin Jiaoxi had heard him play this piece of music against his master during these days.
He had also guessed that Qin Jiaoxi was someone who was very talented in music. She was so talented in dancing, and she must not be too bad at playing the piano. She might have secretly learned the outline of the song and wanted to become famous with this piece of music.
But Yan Xun never expected that his little junior sister was not deceiving people with her silhouette, but could actually play this complicated music score...
No, wait a minute, where did Qin Jiaoxi see the music score?
Did the master give it to her in advance? Otherwise, how could she play it so flawlessly?
