After her death, the emperors of the seven kingdoms all went mad

"Oops, my hand slipped."

As Fu Jingchuan spoke, he leaned back in his chair, picked up another peanut and put it into his mouth.

Lan Zhi: A childish ghost.

But because of this bounce, Mo Ci had already let go of her face.

Eunuch Cheng looked nervous: "Hurry up and get the doctor over here."

Mo Ci tried to stop him: "No problem."

Now, the kings of the five countries all toasted Fu Jingchuan: "King Fu, I toast you."

Fu Jingchuan smiled and saluted in return.

Lan Zhi looked at the six people as if she had seen a ghost.

Is there something wrong with the way it is opened?

Why does it feel like they easily chose sides today?

Lan Xin, who was dancing with all her might, was distracted by the 'interaction' of the Seven Emperors. She accidentally made a few mistakes in the dance moves and stepped on the silk rope, nearly falling down.

"And you still say you are the best dancer in the Western Region?"

"They are not as good as the maids in my house."

Lan Xin was so angry that her face turned red, but she had no choice but to finish the dance.

{Host, you failed to impress the emperors of the seven nations and Feng Zhimiao. The situation is critical. If you still cannot impress them after the meeting, the mission will be declared a failure.}

"I understand. My backup plan was not set up in vain. If anyone is to die, it should be her who dies."

Lan Xin glanced at Feng Zhimiao and saw that he had no expression on his face and didn't say anything against her, so she lowered her head and went back to her seat, pretending to sob.

"Don't cry in front of me. You are useless, so what right do you have to cry?"

Lan was startled.

How could he talk to himself like that!

Just wait for the crematorium of chasing your wife in the future.

...

The sun was already mid-rise.

Just when Mo Ci thought the activity was almost over, Feng Zhimiao suddenly said:

"I heard that the zither players in your Central Plains are very powerful. Our zither players in the Western Regions would like to learn from them."

Feng Zhimiao said this, motioning for the musician behind him to come out.

He is a single-eyed man in his thirties.

He held the zither in his arms, bowed and said, "My name is Bu Shun. I wonder who in the Central Plains is willing to compete with me?"

"My daughter Wang Yanyan would like to compete with you, sir."

Wang Yanyan stood up from her seat and nodded slightly to Bu Shun.

"please."

"please."

The sound of the piano started and everyone listened quietly.

After only ten breaths or so, he could tell from the sound of the piano that Wang Yanyan's piano sound was suppressed by the other party.

After a few strokes, he lost his balance and played the wrong notes.

Wang Yanyan held down the strings and stood up, her voice as soft as a yellow warbler rang out: "Yanyan's skills are inferior to others, sir's piano skills are really amazing."

After that, two more people went up to try, but they were all crushed by the other side.

Bu Shun smiled and said, "With such a level, don't waste everyone's time."

"you!"

A zither player shook his sleeves in shame and left with his zither.

Feng Zhimiao said with a provocative smile: "It is said that Zhongyuan is the best in everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting. After seeing it today, it is just like this."

Just as many piano enthusiasts were getting anxious, Mr. Wu, who was sitting in the third row, stood up.

"I am here to discuss matters with Master Bu."

Mr. Wu is in his early sixties, wearing a long ink-splashed robe, with gray hair and beard, and looks energetic.

"Mr. Wu finally showed up!"

"Give him some color."

"That's right. If you speak so arrogantly, he will see how powerful Elder Wu is."

Bu Shun stood up and said to Mr. Wu with a smile, "I have heard of Mr. Wu's great name for a long time. I have long wanted to learn from you. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

Mr. Wu could hear his sarcasm, but he didn't mind and held out his hand: "Please."

The masters fought each other, and everyone held their breath and listened.

The winner of a piano competition is not determined by who plays the piano louder.

Use skills and music to defeat both sides.

You have to listen to the opponent's piano music, keep your own composure, and make corresponding counterattacks based on the opponent's piano skills.

The two started slowly from the bass, and the tempo slowly started to get faster and faster.

In the end, they attacked each other with a flash of swords and shadows.

Everyone's hair stood on end when they heard this.

After a quarter of an hour, Mr. Wu was obviously overwhelmed.

In this cool autumn day, beads of sweat covered my forehead.

With a 'thump' sound, a string under Mr. Wu's fingers broke.

Wu Laoru was hit hard.

His hands were obviously shaking. He probably never thought that one day he would be outdone by a young man from the Western Regions.

Old Wu felt guilty, he really brought shame to Zhongyuan.

He deserves to be hailed as the leading figure in the zither world of the seven countries.

He should bang his head against the pillar to apologize for bringing such humiliation to the Central Plains.

"Mr. Wu actually lost?!"

"I think it's just a name, the Taishan Beidou, it's really a disgrace to our Central Plains."

“I thought he was so awesome.”

"How can you say that about Mr. Wu? Mr. Wu's piano skills are obviously unique."

Feng Zhimiao smiled and said, "It seems that your Qin skills in the Central Plains are just like this."

With a "puff", Mr. Wu spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Mr. Wu!" "Teacher!"

Lan Zhi put down the cup in her hand and glanced at Bu Shun.

Look how proud you are.

She stood up, lifted her skirt and walked towards the center of the field. "Yesterday I asked Mr. Wu to teach me how to play the piano. Later I learned that Mr. Wu had an old injury. It should be because of the discomfort in his wrist. How about I compete with you?"

Old Wu was shocked and looked at Lan Zhi, whom he had never met before, with gratitude.

These words gave him, a man who was too ashamed to face the world again, enough dignity.

The emperors of the seven nations and Helian Lanxin looked at Lan Zhi expectantly.

She can actually play the piano?

She's going to play the piano?!

The person who was originally drowsy suddenly became awake.

Bu Shun laughed and said, "You asked him to teach you how to play the piano, but you want to compete with me?"

Qidi: Who are you? If you didn't want to interrupt her, do you think you have a chance?

Lan Zhi covered her lips with her sleeves and chuckled: "If you lose, it would be really embarrassing, right? After all, I am a new apprentice."

[Host, what's wrong with you being so weak and frail? ]

"Nothing, I just think it matches my skirt better, and I want him to see that even a weak woman like me can beat him in seconds."

"Since there is no one in the Central Plains who can compete with you, if you want to compete, then go ahead, please."

Bu Shun sat back beside his musical instrument stand and waited for Lan Zhi.

Lan Zhi walked slowly and sat down beside the piano opposite him.

"Why is she trying to show off? Even Mr. Wu can't do it, so why is she trying to show off?"

"That's right. You just learned it and you want to show it off. Do you think it's as easy as playing the piano?"

"It will only bring more shame to the musicians in the Central Plains."

Lan Zhi turned around and looked at the person who was speaking: "How about you guys come?"

The person who was speaking suddenly stopped talking.

Bu Shun said casually: "Please."

Lan Zhi pulled her sleeves up a little, revealing a porcelain-white and tender arm. Her slender fingers, as white as scallions, slowly fell on the strings of the zither. The sunlight cast the shadow of her fingers on the wood of the zither.

Everyone held their breath.

Bu Shun placed his hands on the strings, ready to play.

Lan Zhi curled the corners of her lips slightly, and swept her middle finger across the strings. The sound of the piano suddenly rang out, and an invisible wind blade swept out.