"gentlemen!"
The urgent voice came again.
Zhao An raised his head in confusion and saw the face of the waitress lying in front of him covered with blood disappeared, replaced by Xu Ruqing's anxious look, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
"This gentleman seems to have a headache. Please sit down and rest."
Lu Ming also came over, helping Xu Ruqing and Zhao An to sit down.
Zhao An took two sips of tea in one breath and quickly punched the stinging nerves before he gradually got better.
What I just saw were the memories of the original owner. What has he experienced?
Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, treacherous ways!
Are that middle-aged couple his parents?
It was because I saw that piano that my memory was awakened. That piano belonged to the champion...
No way, the original owner is the son of Champion Hou!
The young prince who disappeared following the Palace Master of Fuyun Mountain?
Zhao An couldn't help but feel horrified when he thought of this.
If the young prince doesn't stay well in Fuyun Mountain, why go down the mountain to assassinate the late emperor?
But the late emperor has passed away, and his goal is to kill the empress?
wrong!
The fierce battle with the Chen family's henchmen that rainy night proved that this body was very strong and was definitely at the ninth level. In other words, the original owner's peak combat power could easily kill the empress, but he suddenly died in the harem and was taken away by the time traveler.
Who did it?
Zhao An didn't dare to think about it any further, and he vaguely realized that he had fallen into a huge conspiracy circle.
At this moment, a girl is trying the piano, and the sound is like the tinkling of running water on a small bridge, which is very pleasant to the ear.
When she saw Zhao An staring straight at Qin, she was startled and quickly gave up her seat.
Zhao An touched the body of the piano and asked Lu Ming, "Is this piano in good condition?"
"Of course it is in good condition. This piano is made of the finest fish-scale spruce. It was made by a famous master three hundred years ago. Later, the champion made outstanding achievements and his wife loved elegant music, so the current Queen Mother rewarded it to Madam Marquis."
Zhao An was silent.
This piano is exactly the same as the memory fragment I saw just now, so it must be right.
Therefore, the identity of the original owner can be concluded to be related to the champion prince's palace. Even if he is not the young prince, he is still a member of the palace. When he grew up, he sneaked into the palace for revenge.
Zhao An sat down and rubbed the strings repeatedly.
After all, Que Zhanjiuchao has obtained the body of its original owner. As the son of the champion, it is reasonable for him to avenge the whole family. Unfortunately, half of his body died. As a new soul, do you want to help him?
Zhao An couldn't help but think of the empress's face, and then thought of himself pointing a sword at her, he couldn't help but shudder, and quickly shook his head to throw away the terrible thoughts.
How could he kill the empress for the original owner? She was still young and it was not her fault.
Furthermore, Luo Qingshuang's gift of this piano shows that he has a good relationship with the Champion Hou family...
"Mr. Zhou, please play a song."
"Yeah, it's really Mr. Zhou."
All the ladies suddenly exclaimed. Someone recognized Zhao An and made a request excitedly.
Zhao An was also about to try the sound of the guqin, maybe he could recall something.
A bunch of ladies held their breath, but Xu Ruqing's face was still full of worry.
Zhao An relaxed his mind and recalled the bloody fragments he saw in his mind. He subconsciously plucked the strings and heard the rapid tones resounding through the Miaoyin Pavilion. At the beginning, it attracted the attention of passers-by on the street, and they all gathered in front of the store to take a look.
This is Master Huang Zhan's "Eight Sounds of the Demon", which fits the original owner's state of mind and the image of a river of blood. In a trance, one can see a killing field with flowing blood.
The ladies present who knew music heard the music, their pretty faces were dull, and Lu Ming was even more surprised.
This song is so evil, it seems to have a magical power that makes people want to stop playing it.
It was the first time for Xu Ruqing to hear such a melody. Her heart was high in the air with the tense melody, and she even heard the invisible sound of swords clashing.
Among the pedestrians watching outside, there were many strong men who came from afar after hearing the name of the new city.
This piece of music made them excited, and they wanted to pull out their swords and find someone to fight.
After a long time, the song ended.
"Well played!"
"As expected of Mr. Zhou, this song is exquisite!"
There was roaring applause inside and outside Miaoyinfang, and all the onlookers applauded.
Most of the girls' cheeks flushed with excitement. They had long heard Mr. Zhou's quatrains handed down from ancient times, and heard that he was good at music, but they had never had the chance to listen. Today is the perfect time to do so. This piece of fairy music is majestic and heartbreaking.
Lu Ming clicked his tongue and said: "This piece of music by Mr. seems not to be a masterpiece passed down from ancient times. Mr.'s piano skills can be ranked among everyone."
He rated it very highly.
Xu Ruqing said: "Sir, I like this guqin very much. May I ask Mr. Lu if I can part with it?"
Lu Ming hesitated immediately. He didn't display the piano, which meant that he didn't want to sell it. However, the most talented woman in the world spoke up, and Mr. Zhou was in front of her. He didn't want to show off his face, so he said, "Mr. Zhou's piano skills are unparalleled." , I wonder if you can use other instruments. If you can use other instruments to compose a masterpiece, I would like to offer this guqin with both hands."
The girls looked at each other in confusion upon hearing this, this request was a bit embarrassing.
The scribes could at most play the harp, but most were not proficient at it, while women, even if they dabbled in more music, could only play the harp, zither, and lute.
Xu Ruqing was obviously in trouble. She could tell that Zhao An liked the guqin, but it was a pity that she couldn't help.
Zhao An looked at Lu Ming, who was a little embarrassed, and secretly thought that he must get this piano, so he smiled and said: "What's so difficult about this? I'll play a piece for you."
"blow?"
Everyone suddenly realized that some literati really liked to play the flute and flute, but they did not expect that Mr. Zhou also specialized in this.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Zhao An came to the wall and grabbed the suona.
Suddenly the whole place was dead silent.
Many people don't even know what this is.
Lu Ming's eyes widened, "Sir, do you know this kind of musical instrument?"
"Is it weird?"
"It's a musical instrument that came from the Western Regions. There shouldn't be many people in the Central Plains who know this kind of thing. And it's too loud. It's a happy instrument for ordinary weddings and funerals, but other than that, it's hard to be consistent."
Lu Ming's explanation made everyone marvel.
Only then did Zhao An remember that the suona was introduced to the Central Plains from the Western Regions in the third century AD. Listening to Lu Ming's words, it seemed that the suona in this world had just been introduced to Daxia, and most people had never seen it, let alone Blow.
Zhao An glanced at Xu Ruqing who was stupid, and suddenly gave her the suona in a wicked way, jokingly saying: "Miss Xu, do you want to give it a try?"
Xu Ruqing didn't know the inside story, so she took it curiously, and then watched her hold up the suona with both hands, puffing out her cheeks and using all her strength to suck the milk.
There was a loud bang, which made everyone tremble.
Xu Ruqing blushed on the spot and was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig her toes out of the three rooms and two living rooms.
There was laughter inside and outside the store.
"Shopkeeper, do you call this a musical instrument?"
