Chapter 230：

It's a blind spot!

It is Shiro's wisdom of the king that he realized after analyzing the cases in his mind and combining modern wisdom!

Shi Lang is a mortal, without the wisdom given by heaven, but because he is a mortal, he will learn!

He will improve!

That's it!

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The night is here.

Shi Lang walked out of the room and ate with the soldiers.

This surprised the soldiers, because those generals, who held the status of nobles, seldom ate with them.

And Shiro is the king who is about to ascend to the throne!

Would actually eat with them...

They feel honored and restrained.

But it doesn't matter, the atmosphere is active, Shirou is good at it.

He called out the squad leader he had already known and let them compete in front of the bonfire.

The swords intertwined and the metal vibrated, so that the atmosphere of these soldiers suddenly became alive.

Shiro was able to call out the names of these team leaders, which made these team leaders both surprised and honored, and couldn't help but get close to Shiro.

But for a while, the atmosphere was brought to life by Shirou.

The soldiers hooked up their shoulders, danced in front of the bonfire, and invited Shirou to come.

Shi Lang was not afraid, but came happily and danced with them before the bonfire.

In an instant, the atmosphere became very lively. The soldiers laughed, feeling that Shirou was very amiable, and they were concerned that Shirou had a good rest when he left.

Shi Lang nodded and accepted it happily.

Shirou intends to go back, but there is a tactful sound of the piano in the forest, which is very pleasant.

At this time, the stars are scarce, and the time is about eight o'clock. It is really difficult for modern people to fall asleep, so Shi Lang followed the sound of the piano.

Still that kind of scene.

Tristan sat on the treetop, stroking the harp, and the fairies who heard the sound circled nearby, listening to the sound of the harp.

At the end of the song, Tristan opened his eyes, saw Shi Lang, he was taken aback, and then asked: "Are you here to listen again?"

"Of course." Shi Lang nodded.

Tristan said: "Very few men listen to my music."

"Is there any difference between men and women in music? I don't understand this. I just know that if you listen to it, you can listen to it, and if you don't listen to it, you can leave." Shi Lang said sincerely.

Tristan jumped from the treetops, looked at Shirou, and asked, "Do you know how to play the piano?"

"Understand," Shi Lang said.

Tristan handed the harp to Shirou, and said, "Try it."

"Then I'll try it--"

Shi Lang took it with interest and touched his palm with excitement. He said he had a musical dream. For this, he has learned musical instruments and singing, but I don’t know why since elementary school, his head teacher refused to let him participate in the class chorus competition.

But it doesn't matter, music has always been one of his few talents.

Shirou prepared for a while, and then began to pluck the strings--

"Ah! Help ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Oh my God! What is this?"

"Help...help...what is this kind of music that seems to crawl out of a cesspit? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Mom!!"

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Shi Lang was addicted to his music kingdom, and the fairies ran away while covering their ears.

"Quack—"

The birds in the woods screamed and flew away, fleeing from here.

Tristan fell to the ground, clutching his abdomen, a face of myocardial infarction.

"Stop--, quickly--, stop quickly...!"

He regretted it.

He was about to shed tears of regret.

He shouldn't have this **** idea that "the one who can listen to his piano must also understand the piano", so that he won't have to hear the wailing sound of hell.

Not to mention all out of tune, there is also a feeling of myocardial infarction!

Tristan can't describe this kind of music.

But if there are people of the 21st century here, they will definitely not be unfamiliar.

This—is the sound of nails scratching the glass!

The sound of nails scratching the glass with the harp!

Also look drunk!

From time to time, he hummed a sound that was completely out of tune, completely indescribable as a singing voice.

To some extent, this is also a talent.

However, it is no wonder that Shilang's head teacher never let Shilang participate in the chorus from childhood to adulthood.

It doesn't matter if you don't sing well, it's bad if you die.