Lin Ying took Qiao Jing's lyre, held it in her hand, looked at it, curled her lips, and said: "Willow wood for the face, nanmu for the back, hum, the price is quite high!" She touched the strings again and said angrily.

Said: "It's actually gilded mulberry silk from Yuling of Chu State. How luxurious!"

Shu'er didn't know why Lin Ying suddenly lost her temper. She seemed to have never seen him look so disdainful. She couldn't help but whisper: "Xiao Ying, just play the piano. What are you mumbling about?"

Lin Ying plucked the gilded mulberry silk strings vigorously, holding back her inexplicable displeasure with the Qiao brothers, and asked Shu'er, "What do you want to hear?"

Before Shu'er could answer, Qiao Ling said with a smile: "How about just listening to Chen Guo's well-known "Ballad of the Bright Moon"?" Then he winked at Qiao Jing, as if to say: "Let's let everyone listen, yes."

Chen Guosuying plays well, but you play better." Shu'er saw Qiao Ling's narrow-mindedness and rolled her eyes at him, but Qiao Jing saw it and couldn't help but smile. Shu'er despised Qiao the most.

Jing's warm smile that melted ice and snow and revived all things, turned his head sheepishly, and said to Lin Ying with a hint of anger: "Everything you play sounds good."

Lin Ying was impressed by what she heard. She swaggeringly found a space among the flowers, and set up the piano proudly. She closed her eyes and stroked the cool seven strings. She already knew that the distance between the seven strings of this piano was slightly different from the one she usually played.

Different, the strings are also softer and moister. Although "Ballad of the Bright Moon" is too simple to express his outstanding piano skills, it can be regarded as a hand-warming song to let him get familiar with the feel of the piano.

Lin Ying's mother, Su Qin, was the most talented girl who could play the piano among the four beauties of the Chen Kingdom. Her music was so captivating that many talented people and princes in Fanjing spent a lot of money to invite her to play the piano. When they arrived in the Chu Kingdom,

, she inadvertently played the piano across the wall in Linjiang Restaurant, which fascinated King Sheng Lin Lang who was tasting wine in the restaurant. Regardless of the objections of her father, queen, mother and concubine, and the ridicule of the other six kings of the Seven Kingdoms of Chu, she insisted on playing a Lin Lang.

Qin Niang, who was brewing wine by the riverside, married back to Prince Yu Ling as his concubine. From then on, she was the only one who favored her. Prince Sheng also had only one son, Lin Ying.

Lin Ying's piano skills were all taught by her mother Su Qin. He is quite talented and has a photographic memory. He can play extremely advanced music fluently at the age of three. When he left Chu State at the age of five, he had already learned Su Qin.

Half of the music scores she has practiced in her whole life. Up to now, I am afraid that there is no piece of music that Lin Ying has not played, ranging from Kyushu piano scores to ancient rhymes of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

His fingertips were lingering and flexible, and he played "The moon rises brightly, the moon's shadow is faint" like broken glass, covering the jade steps, and he played "Bright eyes bright, clever smile Haoran" so delicate and blurred that his heartstrings trembled drunkenly. His hands were already

As the weather got warmer, he changed the simple score to become more complicated, and it changed in a thousand ways, just like under a bright moon, time flowed chaotically, unfolding a hundred years of past events and a hundred years of lovesickness.

Shu'er held her chin and looked at Lin Ying who was intoxicated by the sound of the piano with a smile. She felt that the so-called showing off her skills in public was nothing more than that. When she was at the top of Peerless Peak, she competed with various hall masters from ten sects and eight sects, which was nothing like Lin Ying's performance in various countries today.

He was so majestic and proud to show off his piano skills in front of merchants. Except for Chen Guo, a master of both piano and painting, "Mr. Su Ying," I am afraid that no one in Kyushu would dare to play the quiet "Ballad of the Moon" to the heavens and the earth.

But amidst the glitz, it still retains its clear character.

After just one song, Lin Ying stood up with satisfaction amidst the applause of the merchants, winked at Shu'er, and challenged Qiao Jing: "Brother Qiao, your piano is really good, but you don't know.

How is the player's skill?"

Qiao Jing stood up and praised: "Mr. Su is indeed worthy of his reputation. Qiao has learned his lesson."

Lin Ying made a "please" gesture and signaled Qiao Jing to go to the elegant spot under the flowers he chose to play a piece for the guests.

Qiao Ling glared at Lin Ying, but Lin Ying pretended to ignore it, walked back to Shu'er and sat down with a smile, leaving the piano under the flowers, as if waiting for Qiao Jing to play.

Qiao Ling whispered to Qiao Jing: "My cousin is of high status, how can I entertain people with the piano?"

Qiao Jing patted Qiao Ling on the shoulder and said, "It's okay." Then he calmly walked to his lyre and sat under the flowers. His stern and stern expression made the flowers too delicate and the world too superficial.

He lowered his eyes and played the same song "Ballad of the Bright Moon".

However, his piano sound was slow and his fingering seemed not as flexible as Lin Ying's. People who didn't understand the music felt a little sleepy and couldn't help but yawned. However, those who knew a little about the music closed their eyes and listened carefully, feeling that this Qiao family from the Song Dynasty

Although the young master did not compete head-on with Mr. Chen Guosu in terms of technique and speed, and played the original score honestly, he still found the rarity in the ordinary. One note lingered around the beam for a long time, and one string was like a seven-stringed string. It turned out to be another kind of endless change, and another

The flow of time under the bright moon.

He will be "thousands of miles away, looking at the clouds in the distance", playing with resentment and sadness, as if a person who has practiced for thousands of years wants to ascend to immortality, but is always bound to the ground by thousands of floating chains. He will "remember yesterday, like a dream"

"Huan" is played in such a sad and alienating way, as if sighing sadly, or whispering angrily, it makes people's hearts break when listening to it, and the fallen flowers turn into tears.

Shu'er stared blankly at the harp player under the flowers, and as he played the harp, his thoughts gradually flew back to his distant childhood...

At that time, her surname was Liu, which was the surname of the Song Dynasty king. Even though her mother was a forbidden palace concubine, and her father had died in battle, her name was Liu Shu, and she was the only princess of the Song Dynasty. King Liu of Song Dynasty cherished and cherished her the most.

My sister, no one dared to be disrespectful to her. Until that night, the sky was filled with stars. It was an ordinary day with my brother on the star-catching platform, counting stars and chatting about my mood, but I overheard the palace people talking in the audience:

"I heard that the little girl's birth was unknown... On the day she was born, the late king died in battle, and Xiao Meiren died in childbirth... Thanks to the kindness of Empress Lin in Jinxiu Garden, she adopted the little girl born to the subjugated princess... But the empress

I have been keeping Lady Lin grounded because I don’t want the bad luck brought by that little girl to spread to the palace..."

Then one day, just now she was following her brother through the bustling market of Yudu. In the blink of an eye, she became an orphan girl fished out of the Jade River by fishermen. Over the years, she tried hard to forget the story of the White Jade Palace in the Song Dynasty.

Cao Yimu, but she can't forget the Chu country ballads her mother hummed to her, and she can't forget the bright smile when her brother called her "little piggy".

She secretly wiped away a line of tears and lay on the table drunkenly, unwilling to look at the messy flowers in the garden.

Thousands of miles away, looking at the clouds... it seems like yesterday was like a dream...

The person whose birth is unknown has left you. More than ten years have passed by in a hurry. Mother and brother, how are you?
Chapter completed!