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Chapter 245
But these are secondary, the most important thing is that she has never listened to her precious wife's piano a few times, so how can these brothel clients listen to it!
"Isn't it just 100 taels of gold, just wait!" After Wei Yueyan finished speaking, he took something out of his lapel, Ling Qiufan immediately came up to stop it.
"She wants to compete with the piano, so I will compete with her."
Wei Yueyan refused, "No." Then he explained a few words in Ling Qiufan's ear in a concise and concise voice, but Ling Qiufan frowned even deeper.
"This time, it's not about money." Ling Qiufan closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.
Wei Yueyan was also depressed at first, but suddenly a light flashed in his mind, seeing the same displeasure on Ling Qiufan's face as hers, he leaned into Ling Qiufan's ear with a suppressed smile, "Ma'am, but look at that piano chicken.慡?"
Ling Qiufan froze slightly, and nodded slowly.Wei Yueyan saw that she had broken his wife's mind, and laughed wildly in her heart, her face was calm, she always thought that her wife was indifferent to the world, and would never be disturbed by these secular disturbances, but she didn't expect to have such emotions, she couldn't help feeling Madame is cuter.
Seeing them biting their ears, Qiu Hua, who was sitting on the invitation lotus platform, couldn't help feeling a little sour in his heart, and was about to urge them to make a decision, but saw the woman in red take a step forward and said loudly, "I'll compare with you."
After finishing speaking, she walked on the biggest platform on the ladder. Seeing that she was not coming to the piano platform, but to the stage, Qiuhua couldn't help saying, "Wait a minute."
"What?" Wei Yueyan gave her a provocative look, "You want to come first?"
Ordinary people have long been fighting with both hands when she sees it like this. Although Qiuhua was frightened, she didn't show it too much. She just continued to finish what she had just said, "Is the guest officer going to dance the sword? Although the music and dance are one, They really belong to two arts, how can they be compared? Guest officials must choose one of the musical instruments in the building to compete."
Wei Yueyan put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and with his back to her, his hair moved slightly, "Who said I'm going to dance the sword?"
After saying that, she casually tore off the waist ribbon to tie up her shiny black hair. When she turned around, she took off her robe to reveal a narrow-sleeved dress. The smooth lines outlined her strong arms and narrow waist. .The corners of the mouth were drawn into a wanton smile and at the same time, he waved his hands. The red robe fluttered and fluttered in the air like a fire phoenix, stretching its neck and fluttering its wings and rushing into the clouds, bringing the sound of wind.
a drum fell,
Wan Lei tilted.
Chapter 130 Seven
In an instant, it was as if the sky and the earth changed color and the rain poured down. The drums that were as dense as raindrops splashed from the twelve large drums on the ladder.
Holding the drumsticks in both hands, Wei Yueyan jumped upside down and landed a heavy blow on the largest drum in the middle, then turned his back to the audience, closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if immersed in the gap of a certain period of time with the silent drumbeat.
The silence lasted for half a cup of tea. The crowd who had been waiting quietly began to question gradually. A few people who thought it was over pouted and prepared to leave. Just when the step of raising their feet across the threshold was about to fall, The high platform behind him seemed like a long river toppled over, and all the horses roared in an instant, that was——
The sound of the battlefield.
Have you ever been to a battlefield?
Have you ever seen Bianguan Haoyue?
Heard the drums of war?
Have you ever seen those sons who vowed to defend the frontier to the death and fought bloody battles?
The sound of the big drum is empty, thick and majestic, like the deep sighs of the gods in ancient times, and the hearts of the people are not enough to fight endlessly.Suddenly, there was the sound of a snare drum again, like iron hooves crushing a glacier, and the sharp and cracked ice shards scattered in all directions with the heavy snow!
Close your eyes, but listen to the howling wind in the midwinter moon, and the golden and iron horses riding on the glacier, all the high attics are gone, only the blue scales and fire mane screaming for nine days!
When I opened my eyes, I saw the red candles dancing and the rain and the bells. It's a pity that the soldiers and gentlemen were half dead, and the beauties still danced and danced under the tent.
Most of the people in the audience are men. No matter the butcher, the Orion, the Confucian scholar, which boy has never dreamed of being a hero in armor and gold?And who can resist the unrestrained but heavy sound of the drums?
The twelve drums on the high platform of the Yunti are all inlaid with gold and jade, showing a flattering and inviting posture, and under the sound of Wei Yueyan's drums, the blossoming peonies and azaleas emerge from the drums. It turned into a sea of flames!The sound of the drums drove the madness away, hundreds of thousands of boulders fell from the top of the city, and the bloody pumps and the beacon fires on the city wall stretched all over the place, dyeing the sky red at dusk!
Wei Yueyan's arms were numb from the shock, the wound on her arm had burst and started to bleed outwards, but she still didn't notice it, the drums could hardly hear the gaps, and they were tightly woven into a huge net to hold her back Twelve drums made the entire high platform tremble, and finally there was a loud bang, and the whole drum stand fell down like a shattered one, giving out the final loud bang of the whole drum music, which echoed in the air for a long time.
Everyone pulled back their thoughts from the ancient battlefield, only to realize that they were in a sea of emerald green and red, and the endless battles just now were just a drum song on the stage.Raising his hand, he was about to applaud and cheer, but found that the person on the high platform lowered his eyebrows, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, his face was as cold as iron, and his hand beating the drum was covered with blood!The blood oozes from her arm, stretches along the arm all the way to the back of the hand, and drips to the ground with winding drumsticks.The drum was broken behind her, she was holding the drumstick tightly like a Wu hook in her hand, and her broken hair was scattered on her forehead, unable to stop the fierce flames in her eyes. She stood there like a soldier who had just stepped off the battlefield with a single banner Shura climbed from the depths of hell to the world step by step.