977 Cold Moon (4)
After a long time, Gu Yu came out and said, “Bixiao Restaurant only has a Jiaowei Guqin, Madam…”
Gu Yu knew very well that in all the years she had been with Shen Miao, she had never seen her play the Guqin. On the one hand, she hated this daughter of the Ye family for harboring ill intentions towards Shen Miao. On the other hand, she was anxious for Shen Miao. If Shen Miao insisted, she would only be embarrassing herself. In this foreign land, no one would be polite to Shen Miao because of the power of the Shen family. Most of the people here had ulterior motives and wanted to hit her when she was down.
In front of Ye Mei’s unique painting, it seemed like no matter what Shen Miao did, she would be outdone.
“It’s fine. Bring it over,” Shen Miao said.
When the surrounding madams and young ladies heard this, they started whispering.
“Didn’t they say that she was vulgar? Why does she know how to play the Guqin?”
“She probably wants to compete with Miss Ye. She’s really competitive.”
“Sigh, what a pity. I’m afraid Prince Rui will be embarrassed today.”
“Ming Qi’s people are really arrogant. They don’t even know their limits.”
However, Luo Tan was very confident. Although she had never heard Shen Miao play the Guqin, for some reason, she felt that Shen Miao was omnipotent.
Ji Yushu whispered to Gao Yang, “Sister-in-law really knows how to play the Guqin? According to the information the Exiled Immortal Pawnshop collected on her, the Shen family had never hired a musician to teach her. Was she self-taught? That’s too amazing.”
Gao Yang shrugged. “I’m not sure either. Let’s wait and see.”
Pei Lang was also among the guests invited. There was a Guqin class in Guangwen Hall, but Shen Miao never took it seriously. Pei Lang had also heard the teachers there complain, saying that Shen Miao was practically a tone-deaf. Now that Shen Miao agreed to perform, he could not hide his surprise.
Xie Jingxing frowned slightly, but his hand that was holding the wine cup was clenched tightly.
Shen Miao washed her hands and said indifferently, “This song is called ‘Blood Chant’. It’s a song made by a young princess who was forced to marry a leader of the enemy country who was in his fifties. She was at a loss about the future, but there was nothing she could do. She hoped that she could change her father’s mind, which was why she made this song.” Her voice was calm, like the dim moonlight, making people quickly calm down from the excitement of Li Mei’s dance.
She swept across the strings.
The sound was heart-wrenching. At the beginning of the melody, the hall fell silent.
She opened her mouth slowly and sang.
“The Yangtze River is vast. The mountains are connected by mountains and rivers, and the towers are opposite each other. It’s the arrangement of the heavens.”
“A long journey under the moonlight, the worry on the horseback, the hometown I left behind, and the rest after death.”
Her voice was usually gentle and clear like water, but at this moment, it carried a hint of pain, making people’s eyes turn red and their hearts ache. With her singing and the sound of the Guqin, it was as if the young princess appeared in their minds. As a young girl, she was forced to wear a phoenix coronet and a robe to live in the desolate palace. The palace was majestic, deep, and heavy.
At such an innocent age, she had to face an arduous fate.
