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Chapter 122 The Road to Fortune The Xianxiang of the Tang Dynasty

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    "Pipa, Pipa, the prince is playing the pipa!" Many tourists were surprised, as if they were hearing the sound of nature.

    "It's not the prince who's playing, it's Princess Taiping who plays the pipa! I've heard it, yes, it's her old man who's playing it!" Some tourists found a different view.

    No one could tell whether it was the prince or Princess Taiping who was playing. People with different opinions started arguing and talking about it.  Whether the pipa is played by the prince or the Taiping master, his technique is first-rate, and his level is no less than that of professional musicians.

    The urgent part is like a pouring rain, and the low voice is as clear as a whisper. The urgent low voice sounds intricately, crisp and sweet, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, it is really beautiful.  Chen Wanrong was used to listening to electronic synthesized music. He felt good when he suddenly heard such a solo. He couldn't help but tap his fingers along with the sound of the pipa.

    While I was listening, a clear, mellow, high-pitched flute sound sounded, accompanied by the pipa, which played in harmony with each other, which was very beautiful.

    Not long after the transverse flute sounded, two clear and clear piano sounds joined in, and the four musical instruments sang in harmony, making sweet music. Chen Wanrong felt relaxed and happy.

    There was also a group of singers singing softly to the music, as if they were having a concert.  Not only Princess Yuzhen lives in Yuzhen Temple, but also the "retired" maids in the palace, who sing, dance and have fun with Princess Yuzhen when they have nothing to do.

    Whether it is the harp, flute or singer, they are all accompanied by the pipa and led by the pipa.  A rapid drumbeat sounded, fierce and loud, eclipsing the harmonious sounds of pipa and flute.  The pipa played by the leader paused for a moment, but then it started to play again. At that moment, the sound of the pipa was taken over by the drums. The drums led the piano and flute playing. It was so harmonious that it sounded much better than the pipa played by the leader.  .

    "Jiegu, Jiegu, the prince's Jiegu!" There was a sound of excitement in the field, and everyone's face was filled with joy.

    The pipa was very popular in the Tang Dynasty. It was one of the most popular musical instruments and occupied a dominant position. If there was to be an ensemble, the pipa would have to be the leader. It was rare for other instruments to lead the performance.  The sound of the pipa changed rapidly, and he tried to take back the lead instrument, but failed several times, and the harp and flute played along with the Jie drum.

    There were not many people in the Tang Dynasty who had such attainments, and the prince was the leader among them. Who else could be there besides him?  Li Longji's musical talent is well-deserved for its reputation for being immortal throughout the ages. Sometimes the Jiegu drum played by him is like the autumn wind blowing in the wild, and sometimes it is like thousands of horses galloping. The momentum is not only not inferior to modern concerts using electronic equipment, but also powerful.  On the contrary, it is more contagious.

    ""The Autumn Wind is High", "The Autumn Wind is High", this is the Prince's "The Autumn Wind is High"!" The tourists heard the song and screamed excitedly: "The Prince is good at the Jiegu drum and composed "The Autumn Wind is High" to interpret the refreshing autumn festival.  . Although it is March now, after the prince plays it like this, it feels like it is autumn, galloping on the boundless wilderness."

    This comment was immediately approved by people. As he said this, Chen Wanrong felt like standing in the open wilderness in the crisp autumn weather and looking far into the distance.  This Li Longji is really amazing. With just one drum song, he can reverse the seasons and turn spring into autumn. It is really rare.

    In order to appreciate Li Longji's performance, Chen Wanrong waited for most of the day, just to get a good seat and listen more clearly, it was worth it!

    Pipa suddenly heard a sound of cracking silk, which made the originally beautiful performance suddenly harsh, which made people feel regretful.  At this moment, Jie Gu suddenly started to beat fast, and a sense of autumnal chill came over his face, covering up the noise made by Pipa.  The sound of the Jiegu drum was fierce and high-pitched, as if thousands of troops were fighting. It made people's blood boil. It spread far and wide, frightening the birds in the forest, flapping their wings and jumping around in panic.  People were so immersed in the sound of drums that they even forgot to cheer. No one noticed that the sound of pipa had stopped.

    The music stopped suddenly, and Chen Wanrong looked at Chen Zairong as if he had lost his beloved treasure, and saw an intoxicated and satisfied look on his face.  Then he looked at Zheng Qing next to him. There was a spring flower blooming on his pretty face, and his eyes were shining. The charm of art is so great!

    Those tourists were in high spirits and were eager to play again in the Taoist temple. If they were not worried about the majestic Long Wu army, they would definitely climb over the wall and ask the prince to play again.

    "Your Majesty, one more song! One more song!" I don't know who couldn't hold it back and was the first to shout.  There was an immediate response, with shouts of "one more song" all over the place, just like modern concert fans requesting songs from their idols.

    Amid the earth-shattering shouts, a soft pipa sound sounded. It was not loud, but it had unusual power. The shouts stopped involuntarily.

    "The Prince's "Return to the Capital"!" Chen Zairong explained softly in Chen Wanrong's ear: "Brother, this "Return to the Capital" was written by the Prince after he went to Beijing to kill Princess Anle of Queen Wei. It was narratedWan Rong told the truth: "The Prime Minister doesn't know something. I make soap, which is not a good business."

    "Did you make the soap?" Song Jing stared at Chen Wanrong in surprise, thought for a moment, and high-fived: "Yes, yes, the soap was made by a person named Chen Wanrong. I thought it was the same person."  Yeah. I am a person who doesn't recognize you when I meet you. I am so blind."

    Chen Wanrong never expected that Song Jing actually knew his name. If Ruizhong knew his name, Chen Wanrong thought it was ordinary and nothing special.  But this was because the respected Song Jing knew his name. Chen Wanrong felt a bit proud and asked with a smile: "Does the Prime Minister know me?"

    "Not only do I know your name, but the Emperor also knows it." Song Jing chuckled and got closer, saying: "Soap is a good thing. I have used it too. It is really easy to use. Wonderful idea!"  Thumbs up, full of praise.

    When Shen Que told Chen Wanrong that Ruizong admired the soap, Chen Wanrong was not surprised at all. Song Jing praised that the feeling was completely different. Chen Wanrong was extremely happy. At this moment, he finally realized what "one word of love" means.  "Praise and honor to Hua Yan".

    People, you really don¡¯t need to praise, it just depends on who comes to praise you!

    "Prime Minister, thank you!" Chen Wanrong smiled modestly.

    Song Jing thought for a while, moved closer, and asked: "Little friend Chen, I know from your soap that you are a person with fantastic ideas. Only after meeting in person did I realize that you are much smarter than I thought. Little friend  , for a person as talented as you, letting you go among the people is neglecting your true nature, my dear, are you willing to serve the imperial court?" (To be continued, if you want to know about the funeral, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters  , support the author, support genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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