Chapter 652： Holding Hands (1)

The emperor made a noise. If he didn't respond, it would be a disobedience to the destiny. Even if the people present didn't care about their own life, they should take care of their family.

"His Majesty, it is a student (a maid)!"

A boy in a moonlight white robe and a girl in a goose yellow dress and a pair of maids standing up at the same time, respectfully saluting.

The son was the eldest son in the family's Shangshu family. He was calm, but the girl from the servant minister's house in the Ministry of Industry was stiff. Even if her face was covered with a veil, only a pair of eyes were exposed, but she couldn't hide it. Her pale complexion and eyes of the six gods.

Nangong Yan could not help but stare, worried that with the present situation of the waitress girl, there was no way to concentrate on performing well.

Most other people are not in the mood to sympathize with the waitress girl. The difference between them and the waitress girl is sooner or later. Sooner or later, they will have to be humiliated by the envoy. Thinking of this, the faces under the girls' veils are all overwhelming, their bodies trembling slightly, and they are envious of the five groups that have already performed.

At this time, the girls who were on standby in the waterside had moved the piano stand and the piano to the open space in the middle, and the Shang Shuzi also stood on the side. Obviously, the talents they planned to perform were piano and flute ensemble.

After the waitress sat down after the piano case, she placed her hands on the strings, but her hands barely listened to her call, and her fingertips were shaking slightly. She took a deep breath, but still couldn't calm down. But the more irritable she is, the more disturbed her heart ...

"How long do you have to wait for my lord?" Cha Muhan said coldly, "wait again, my lord will fall asleep!"

Qiyu Shamen deliberately yawned lazily and said disdainfully, "Emperor Dayu, do you still perform? Is it true that your people do n’t even look at you as an emperor? Take your words as earwinds?"

This sentence is literally heartfelt. If you really fall into this conversation, after this meeting, the waitress girl will be ruined!

The waitress girl suddenly shrank her pupils, her body trembled, and finally struck the strings. Qingyue's overtones flowed from her fingertips. The light rhythm and elegant tune were very familiar to everyone present. do".

As a piano and ensemble ensemble, "Plum Blossoms Three Lanes" is a very stable choice, and its rhythm is relatively regular, which is suitable for the two sides of the ensemble to cooperate with each other.

Soon, a faint flute sound joined the sound of the piano. It was gentle, delicate, and voluminous ... It was both fluent and fluent.

However, Nangong Yan frowned slightly, and keenly heard that the voice of the waitress girl was actually half a tune slower. Now it is just the beginning, so it is not obvious. When the tune comes to an intense place, I am afraid ...

The situation was worse than expected by Nangong Yu.

The waitress girl was a master of piano art. How could she not know that she had made a mistake, her face became worse and her heart was more disturbed. She subconsciously speeded up the rhythm of the piano, but made the piano sound stiff and abrupt.

The more she went wrong, the more she panicked, and she wanted to slow down, but she accidentally missed a shot ...

Such a big omission can be heard even if Qimen Shamen, who doesn't understand the piano, frowns and looks unhappy.

At this time, the sound of the piano and the flute had staggered a beat, and the son of Shang Shu was busy adjusting the rhythm to try to match the piano sound, but—

The next moment, I saw a white shadow flashing, a wine glass had flew out, and hit the piano case severely.

"boom!"

The white porcelain cup was torn apart, and the liquor was even splashed.