The finished Fengsu Fang-dyed mother-of-pearl fluted pipa is more than 1,300 years old.
All those who have been able to play this pipa in the past dynasties are famous in history, or they are masters of a generation. It is precisely in this way that the reputation of Fengsu Fangran's mother-of-pearl pipa has been achieved.
It can be said that if you become the first assistant of a dynasty and assist a generation of virtuous kings to achieve a good story, it is the highest dream in the hearts of countless scholars.
It is the highest dream of countless prostitutes to be able to play the Fengsu Fang dyed mother-of-pearl pipa in person or to dance with the Fengsu Fang dyed mother-of-pearl pipa.
Scholars, farmers, industry and merchants were divided into three, six or nine grades.
Prostitutes have been a low-class person since ancient times.
But Fengsu Fangran's mother-of-pearl flute pipa is enough for a low-ranking person to be listed in the history of history, and get those opportunities to leave a name in the history of history that only the princes, nobles and nobles of the celestial dynasty can get.
Who doesn't want to have it.
"This this...."
Aunt Gongsun's breathing was rapid, and she was almost drowsing as she looked at the maple-su Fang-dyed mother-of-pearl pipa held in the hands of the chamberlain. Her beautiful eyes were full of brilliant colors, and her breathing became rapid.
His eyes seemed to be nailed to death, staring at Fengsu Fangran's mother-of-pearl lute.
I couldn't look away at all.
Zhao Ding also treated him solemnly and bowed his hands to Xiao Daocheng, and then bowed his hands to everyone present. Except for Xiao Daocheng who nodded in return, the others also stood up and returned the salute.
Only then did he very solemnly take the Fengsu Fangran mother-of-pearl pipa from the waiter's hand, and solemnly hold it gently in his arms.
A gentle touch.
A clang!
A crisp buzzing sound sounded from Fengsu Fangran's mother-of-pearl lute.
It has lasted more than 1,300 years and still has such a sound, so it deserves this reputation.
Seeing Zhao Ding being treated like this, the envoy of Dayu's face became more and more ugly. The wine bottle in his hand was tightly held by him, and he looked at Zhao Ding and Xiao Daocheng with gloomy eyes.
But after all, I didn’t dare to say another word.
Zhao Ding naturally ignored this.
He waved his sleeves, sat directly on the chair behind him, and said softly to Aunt Gongsun: "Auntie, please."
"Your Majesty, please."
Aunt Gongsun also returned the gift.
Then he held the sword in one hand and made a sword dancing gesture.
At this moment, the disciples behind Aunt Gongsun had already retreated, leaving Aunt Gongsun standing alone in the field.
Because at this moment, this stage belongs and can only belong to Zhao Ding and Aunt Gongsun.
Seeing Zhao Ding preparing to play the piano, Xiao Yunu behind Xiao Daocheng couldn't help but look at Zhao Ding.
Although Kong Qiuyue wanted to avoid it, her eyes still fell on Zhao Ding uncontrollably.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The crisp and sonorous sound of the pipa suddenly came from the Fengsu Fang dyed mother-of-pearl pipa between Zhao Ding and Zhao Ding.
A strong and extremely chilling feeling suddenly hit his face.
Aunt Gongsun closed her eyes and listened.
As Zhao Ding played, his figure began to dance involuntarily.
It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but as the music played by Zhao Ding became louder and louder, the murderous aura became stronger and stronger. When the long sword in Gongsun's hand danced, the murderous aura contained in it also became stronger.
The sharp sound of Feng Su Fang dyed mother-of-pearl pipa mixed with the chilling aura emanating from the dance of the long sword in Gongsun's hand instantly filled the entire hall.
Everyone held their breath involuntarily.
I don’t know if it’s intentional or not.
Aunt Gongsun danced with her sword and leaned closer and closer to the envoy of Dayu.
Zheng!
Another crisp pipa sound sounded.
It fell down like a continuous rain.
Along with the rhythm of the pipa music, the murderous aura contained in the long sword in Gongsun's hand became more and more intense.
It was obviously in a main hall, and it was obviously a person dancing with a sword.
But with the rhythm of the pipa in Zhao Ding's hand and the flying sword in Gongsun's hand, everyone felt as if they were trapped in a battlefield and being pursued by countless ambush soldiers.
There are enemies on all sides and ambushes on the left, right, above and below.
That feeling of loneliness and helplessness pervaded everyone's hearts.
A red-white chain cut through the void.
Aunt Gongsun dances with a long sword, her posture is enchanting but not charming. When she twists her body, she is as graceful as a swimming dragon and as graceful as a stunning giant!
The dance movements are fast but not urgent, spinning, jumping, throwing swords, returning to the dragon...
Every movement follows the precise rhythm.
The extremely strong and murderous aura became more and more intense.
In the night, in the main hall, under the candlelight.
The entire Baohe Hall has become the stage for Aunt Gongsun. The seemingly ordinary three-foot green blade is like a ball of blue light in his hands, shining brightly under the cover of long sleeves. Underneath the beautiful appearance, there is boundless murderous intent. !
At this moment, the tune of House of Flying Daggers became louder and louder, and Aunt Gongsun's movements became faster and faster!
At this moment, the sword and the person are no longer distinguishable.
The person is the sword, and the sword is the person, seamlessly integrated, as if made in heaven.
Everyone in the hall, from Xiao Daocheng to the palace maids and eunuchs, were attracted by the dance and the music, forgetting everything around them.
But in the eyes of the Dayu envoy, it was a different scene.
Boundless killing intent rushed towards him, making him feel as if he was among thousands of troops, and boundless killing energy rolled in.
It made his face paler and paler, and he felt like his liver and gallbladder were split apart.
"Qiang!"
There was an explosion accompanied by a roar of swords like a dragon's roar!
Aunt Gongsun sheathed her sword, and the music suddenly stopped at this moment!
"Papa papa ~~~~"
Thunderous applause resounded in the hall.
The envoy of Dayu suddenly came to his senses at this moment, but his back was soaked with cold sweat, and he looked at Zhao Ding with fear in his eyes.
He had only seen such a melody with such a strong and chilling air in his life!
It’s even more difficult for someone to compose this song!
In the center of the hall, Aunt Gongsun was dripping with sweat, her towering breasts rising and falling rapidly. The veil on her face had fallen off at some point, revealing a delicate and pretty face, with strands of sweat-stained black hair hanging casually on her face. On red cheeks.
Even more charming.
He sheathed his sword and stood up, looking at Zhao Ding with excitement in his eyes.
She danced just now based on her feelings, dancing to the tune of the Feng Su Fang dyed mother-of-pearl pipa in Zhao Ding's hand.
It can be said that Zhao Ding led her to complete the dance just now with the melody, and only then did she achieve the amazing dance just now.
Thinking of this, Aunt Gongsun couldn't help but look at Zhao Ding with rapid breathing, bowed and asked: "May I ask, Your Majesty, what was the name of the song just now?"
"Ambush from all sides!"
Zhao Ding blurted out without thinking.
At the same time, I was also recalling the artistic conception when I played just now.
It has to be said that "Ambush from Flying Daggers" is one of the top ten pipa songs in ancient and modern times and will be passed down for generations to come!
