The Great Tang: World Martial God

Everyone raised their heads and stared blankly at the private room on the second floor.

"This dream oiran has never been out on the third floor. Who can make the dream oiran play in person with such a big face?"

"Hey! I just saw Tang Xiaoqi and Grandson Grandson entering the attic. Hey, one is a relative of the emperor and the other is a young talent in the limelight, and I am sorry that the dream oiran gave this thin face."

"I heard that the eldest son of the grandson invited the dream oiran for the third time. In the end, he spent money only playing on the third floor through the red tent. It is really a strange thing to go down to the third floor."

Everyone in Hu Yuelou said a few jealous and sour words, and then gradually calmed down and listened carefully to the piano music.

On the second floor at this time.

Tang Hao sat sideways, looking at the attractive figure in front of Guqin, hearing the beautiful melody in his ears, and Meng Yuqi whispered softly, to the point that he felt so happy, but the tune was slightly rough and crude.

To the ancients, this piece was extremely beautiful and melodious, but it fell in Tang Hao, who was a man of two generations and had many styles of music, but felt that the lyrics and music were dull and even a little boring. A bit of regret and disappointment appeared on his face inadvertently.

At this moment, Meng Yuqi's beautiful eyes swept across Tang Hao's face inadvertently, looking at these expressions in his eyes. For a moment, he felt stunned and boring. In such a daze, the piano music in his hand was messed up.

Hum.

The strings trembled, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the room was silent.

The intoxicated Chang Sun Chong suddenly raised his head and looked at Meng Yuqi, very puzzled, and stopped suddenly for some reason.

The hall gradually became noisy as the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"What's the situation? Why did it stop suddenly?"

"What's wrong with the dream oiran? Is it possible that Tang Hao annoyed the dream oiran?"

"Quickly, go up and take a look."

The crowd hurried to the second floor, looking inward through the attic hollowed out flower carvings and the concealed door. The graceful back and a pair of jade hands held the strings lightly, and Tang sitting on his side was not far away. Hao poured and drank by himself, there was nothing unusual.

The person who dreamed the oiran stared at was Tang Hao, and everyone outside the door knew the reason in an instant, and for a while everyone became ridiculed.

"This Tang Hao is really incomprehensible. When the Dream Oiran plays, he actually only drinks by himself, carelessly."

"Has the dream oiran ever played alone for the people downstairs, this Tang Hao is too negligent."

"I heard that Tang Hao once played a song of high mountains and flowing water at a state banquet. Didn't he think that his piano skill can surpass the dream oiran? Look at his arrogant appearance."

Some people are fighting for the injustice of the dream oiran, while others gritted their teeth, seeing that if it were not for the grandson Chong in the house, they would have swallowed Tang Hao alive.

Meng Yuqi's delicate jade face floated with a sorrow, and the willow brows were slightly wrinkled, and the sweet voice of a yellow warrior burst out from between Zhu's lips.

"Tang Xiaoqi, the Nujia thinks this song doesn't suit your appetite? It's in your interest?"

Tang Hao slowly raised his head, met the questioning eyes, and said slowly.

"Meng Oiran's voice is beautiful, and the melody is not bad."

The sound is beautiful, the sound of the piano is beautiful, but the music of the piano is not mentioned.

Also sleek, Bingxue's smart Meng Yuqi immediately understood the meaning of Tang Hao's words.

Chang Sun Chong, who was sitting opposite, glanced at Meng Yuqi from time to time and Tang Hao from time to time. Seeing the two facing each other, he could faintly smell the smell of gunpowder smoke, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

This Meng Yuqi's accomplishments in piano music are not well-known in Chang'an City of Nuo Da, but Tang Hao gave such an unprecedented evaluation, which has never happened before in Hu Yuelou's history.

What's more, this song was made by myself over several months, and I wonder how many times it is better than the song and song sung in Chang'an City.

Unexpectedly, today he deliberately took it out, and he couldn't see Tang Hao's eyes in front of him.

Meng Yuqi's expression was stunned, a touch of imperceptible arrogance appeared on his face, and he said slowly.

"That is, it seems that Tang Xiaoqi must have better lyrics and music. I wonder if the slave family will be lucky enough to hear it?"

Tang Hao looked calm and smiled slightly.

"Quyi Lyrics is an elegant work. Tang Mou is no more than a rough person. He is certainly not as good at composing and writing lyrics as the Dream Oiran, but he has heard a song in the countryside, which is quite in line with his appetite. It is very pleasant. Today, I might as well use flowers to offer Buddha. Send it to Meng Oiran as a punitive guilty."

Tang Hao slowly took a sip of wine, took the guqin, and the low magnetic male voice chanted along with the brisk piano sound.

"Go to the east, the waves are exhausted, the romantic figure of the ages..."

The heroic words and music, the beautiful tones, the songs that should have appeared in later generations, appeared in the Song Dynasty of Tang Hao, the traverser, in the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty ahead of time.

Meng Yuqi, who was sitting on his knees, had a hint of surprise in his eyes. He looked at the man who was concentrating on playing the piano, unconsciously immersed in the lyrics and music.

Even Chang Sun Chong was shocked. It seemed like a song, but it was more like a majestic, majestic, and majestic poem!

The search for the sound of pouring wine for the grandson is cheered. The refreshing piano music and the sentimental and heroic poems seem to have an inexplicable magical power, which makes people feel the same sadness and joy with the lyrics.

After the song, Tang Hao let the light trembling strings gradually stop, and leisurely took a sip from the wine glass.

The people who held their breath gradually recovered from the sound of the piano.

"Wonderful!"

"good!"

"He Fang Moyin? It's amazing to be able to be played so beautifully by this Tang Xiaoqi!"

Meng Yuqi got up, poured a glass of wine in person, glanced at Tang Hao with complicated eyes.

"Tang Xiaoqi, listening to this song, you know the rhythm changes endlessly, let the Nu Jia Mao Sai suddenly, and Nu Jia treats you a cup."

Tang Hao gently raised his wine glass and smiled faintly: "It's too good."

Looking at the exquisite face close at hand, smelling the scent of wine overflowing from the tip of his nose, even though he was in this place of pleasure, Tang Hao's mood had already rushed to the north.