Chapter 680 Senior Sister, listen to my explanation
The sound was very short and muffled. For a moment, I couldn't hear the specifics. I just subconsciously felt familiar. I don't know if it was an illusion. Qin Yi didn't have the mind to think about that at this time. The eyes of the entire hall were looking at him...
An An felt that if she were standing and being watched by a group of people, she might be drenched in cold sweat, but her husband still stood there quietly, with a tall and straight body, calm eyes, and no trace of panic at all.
Qiu Niu looked a little strange. He looked at Qin Yi for a while and then muttered in a low voice: "The blood of God the Father... although it is very weak... where did it come from?"
Qin Yi smiled and said: "If your Majesty is interested, we can discuss this in detail later? The concert is more important now, isn't it?"
Prisoner Niu smiled: "That makes sense."
Everyone was stunned.
Just like that?
Doesn't it matter if he doesn't kneel?
Prisoner Niu said calmly: "People from China do not follow the etiquette of the sea. The blood of the father god does not worship the body of the heir. Sit down."
The tense atmosphere relaxed instantly, and you could even hear the sounds of some people finally letting out their breaths.
The power of the formless and the majesty of the king, even if it does not show anything, can naturally make the subjects extremely depressed. I really don’t know how this Chinese person can talk so easily...
However, these two sentences made Qin Yi's impression of this fat house guy instantly improve countless times. He was a very reasonable man, not trying to be intimidating, so he was pretty good. Afterwards, he could definitely make friends and exchange his experiences with him.
He sat back and waited for the concert to start.
An An quietly tugged on his sleeve and whispered: "Sir, you... are so brave."
Qin Yi smiled and said, "I admire you even more. A Zhai, who is so easy to talk to, could have been so angry at you for being so stupid. You are the only one like you."
An An was extremely embarrassed. After holding it in for a long time, she asked curiously: "Have you really never knelt before, sir?"
Qin Yi said: "Yes."
An An asked: "When?"
Qin Yi looked in front of him with no expression: "When I was in bed with your wife."
"Bah." An An blushed and stopped talking.
But I heard an old turtle next to the throne say: "The King's concert is held every few years, and everyone is familiar with the rules, so I won't go into details. It's still the old rules, everyone plays music in turn, as long as it is related to music.
, regardless of musical instruments, singing, dancing, or various coordination. Whether it is showing skills or coming up with new ideas, there are no strict requirements or rankings. There is only one thing, and you are not allowed to perfunctory."
Qin Yi nodded after hearing this. He really loved music, just for the sake of music, and had nothing to do with anything else. He thought that he wanted to flatter hundreds of ethnic groups, but he was wronged... At least that was not his intention, he just wanted to appreciate all ethnic groups.
Music. Of course, for each tribe, there is a desire to flatter each other, and they also secretly compete with each other to win the favor of the king. This is another matter.
Like An An turning into a ground roller, it was obviously regarded as "perfunctory", and it is not surprising that it offended the prison cow... They don't ask you to perform well. Even if you are familiar with rehearsals, you shouldn't step on your own skirt and roll over during rehearsals.
Not even rehearsing, it’s not just perfunctory...
God knows that An An is really not just perfunctory, he is so virtuous. I just wonder if after his special training of opening a clam shell, his performance will be normal this time...
All ethnic groups are already performing in turn.
The first ones to appear are the snail girls, who are particularly confident in this aspect.
Qin Yi also thinks that their conch sounds are really nice, and their skills are extremely superb, almost Taoist. It's just a pity that using only conches, it's still monotonous. People like me who haven't heard it a few times will think it's very good.
, but how do you feel after listening to you brag like this for tens of thousands of years?
Sure enough, the prisoner cow was sitting on the chair, leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed and listening. At first, he shook his head in appreciation, but after hearing it, he couldn't help but sigh softly, feeling a little disappointed.
She didn't show any signs of it. After the conch girl finished blowing, she nodded and said, "Not bad, there will be a reward."
The snail girl happily followed the old turtle to receive the reward, not knowing what the reward was. Then the familiar siren began to sing.
Singing can actually express more things than a single instrument, and Siren's singing voice is world-famous. She is a top singer in any era, but it is a pity that they still have their shortcomings.
The siren's song tends to be seductive, or sad, sorrowful, etc. The better images are also those of longing, tranquility, and vastness. You can't expect the siren to sing any hymns of joy, and it's hard to expect that he will.
Praising beautiful rivers and mountains, these qualities are not the same as those of the Siren at all.
Although there are many races in the sea, after tens of thousands of years, prisoners are really tired of hearing about their things.
As the performances of one group after another were completed, Qin Yi felt a lot more at ease. He and An An's duet may not be technically adequate, but the image of two butterflies dancing among flowers is indeed lacking in the sea, and it can definitely be of some use. That's true.
There is no need to regard this performance as a performance. In this kind of atmosphere, the meaning of competing with various ethnic groups is more intense. It is obvious that after entering the atmosphere, others are also interested in competing.
After such a long period of edification, most of the races have actually developed a hobby for music. Not to mention the prisoners, others are also looking forward to what new products of each race. Since there is no ranking, there is no rivalry. Once
Entering the atmosphere, this is completely a music exchange meeting for all ethnic groups.
But it was obvious that Qi Niu's expression was getting more and more disappointed, and he almost started to sigh.
It’s not that everyone’s standards are unskilled, and it’s not that they don’t care, it’s just that they are really tired of it.
A wisp of flute sound floated leisurely, as if a mountain breeze was blowing, the fresh fragrance of flowers spread faintly, and a small bird sang a cappella in the air.
Just the first note made everyone in the venue jump into excitement.
Everyone turned to see where the sound of the flute was coming from, and saw the man in green who was not kneeling just now, standing up again, holding the flute to his lips, playing the notes softly, with a leisurely look.
There is a butterfly passing through the flowers, flying up and down, cheerful and leisurely.
After hearing the sound of the flute, Prisoner Niu couldn't help but turn his head, as if to see who was behind him. He turned halfway and then endured it, his eyes were very surprised.
This technique, the entire music theory and the people behind the screen... are completely in line with each other.
Another flute sounded, and another butterfly chased behind her. An An began to get along.
With a "plop", it fell into the flower.
Qin Yi's cheek twitched.
Everyone: "..."
Prisoner Niu: "..."
An An's face turned red, and she glanced at Qin Yi's expression in a panic. Qin Yi shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no need to be nervous, and the flute music became gentler.
It's like a butterfly flying on a flower stretching out its wings to pull up the fallen one.
I pulled it, but it didn't pull up. The butterfly was still rolling under the flower.
"Pfft..." Someone laughed.
Prison Niu also laughed, this An'an...he rolled around last time, is he here to be cute this time?
But no matter what, it still brings unprecedented novelty to it.
Very interesting flute sound, even if the butterfly is rolling, it is still interesting.
Seeing that Prison Niu was not angry, but instead smiling, An'an felt a little calmer, her courage gradually became stronger, and her behavior became much more normal. I have to say that the recent training of opening clam shells was very useful, and she accepted the acceptance of the onlookers.
The speed is better than before by more than one level, and my mentality calmed down so quickly.
The big butterfly above got under the flowers and stretched out its wings to the little butterfly again. The little butterfly caught on it and flew out happily. The two butterflies danced on the flowers, and the cheerful and lively singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers filled the hall.
In the midst of joy, feelings gradually arise, and the little butterflies chase the big butterflies with attachment, flying around each other, reluctant to let go.
Prisoner Niu was nodding his head after hearing this. He had gained three tastes of this music, which was quite good to say... He was enjoying himself when he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind him.
Prisoner Niu blinked his eyes but said nothing.
The song comes to an end.
There was thunderous applause in the hall.
It’s not that she’s a great performer. In terms of skill alone, she’s not as good as everyone else. An’an just passed the test at most. But the fresh meaning of butterfly dance in the mountains is completely different from the images of various tribes in the sea. It really brings everyone
An unprecedented novelty.
Listening to the applause around her, An An was very happy. She looked at Qin Yi beside her with a bright smile and gentle eyes.
But Qin Yi's face was stiff at this moment, and he forgot to put down the flute on his lips.
Just for a moment, I seemed to feel murderous aura? A very familiar murderous aura, like...like...
At this moment, a voice with gnashing teeth came from behind the screen: "I know that when I pick up a little girl, my flute skills are not as good as they were ten years ago. If compared with myself, I have regressed into the mud! The worst thing about this concert is this piece
!Hurry up and get them out, they’re so upset!”
Qin Yi's face turned green.
Prisoner Niu stretched out a pair of short hands, touched his chin and looked at Qin Yi, and said leisurely: "Perhaps you all think that this concert is my king's custom... In fact, this concert is specially organized for my king, Shang Qing, for her to collect
The voice of hundreds of tribes. So...since she said so..."
The feathered guards who were supposed to be preparing to carry the man out looked at each other, at a loss.
"Wait, wait a minute!" Qin Yi shouted: "Sister, please listen to my explanation!"