Chapter 107: Performance

After Lu Qingzhuo and He Youran finished talking, they returned to the center of the courtyard.

Tang Yiqing was already on stage.

The well-trained servants of the Lu family had already arranged a place for old madam Lu when she nodded her head and agreed to Tang Yiqing’s performance. Now, on the round stage, with a flower basket around her, Tang Yiqing, who was wearing a long yellow dress, was sitting on a high chair with one hand holding the violin, with one hand holding the violin strings, her cold face, special temperament, and the lights from above, it was as if she was born to be on the stage.

Seeing this, the surrounding guests unconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked at Tang Yiqing.

Tang Yiqing slightly adjusted her posture and began to play.

Clang —

It was as if tens of thousands of horses galloped past. The violent and melodious sound suddenly tugged at the heartstrings, and it was also like a drum beat, pounding heavily on the heart.

Everyone could not help but hold their breaths.

Clang, Clang, Clang, Clang —

A series of musical notes flowed out from Tang Yiqing’s fingertips. Those musical notes were unbelievably intense. They were like war drums that had been hammered during a desperate battle, or like swords and spears that were constantly exchanged on the battlefield.

One sound after another.

The entire place was filled with intense music. The hot blood in everyone’s veins began to boil. Everyone clenched their fists tightly. They felt that for a moment, they were really fighting on the battlefield.

There was no thought, no consciousness. Only the swords in their hands kept waving, stabbing into the enemy’s body again and again.

They slaughtered until they were absent-minded.

They killed until they were exhausted.

The people around them fell one by one. The battle had ended without them knowing.

The music lowered, from high, from magnificent, from hot-blooded, to gentle, to sorrowful.

The general saw that the ground was covered with the corpses of enemies and comrades. His body was covered in blood. He looked at the devastated ground, held a long spear, and stood up in a sorry state.

In the distance —

The morning sun rose.

The song called “war” came to a perfect end.

The entire courtyard was silent.

Tang Yiqing put away her violin, stood up from the high chair, and bent down to take her bow.

She had snow-white skin and black hair and wore a yellow dress that was flowing down. Her soft waist seemed to be able to be held by one hand. This made it almost impossible for people to believe that the performer who played such a magnificent tune was such a young woman.

Then, the applause was thunderous.

Chen Man clapped as well, and she whispered to He Youran, saying,

“Mrs. Lu, it’s your turn.”

The people who were immersed in the beautiful music were jolted awake, and they remembered the original purpose of this performance.

It seemed that Mrs. Lu’s self-comparison with Paganini had made Tang Yiqing angry. That was why she had used the performance as an excuse to start this performance. On the surface, it was a congratulatory gift, secretly, she wanted to see if Mrs. Lu knew how to play the violin like she had bragged about.

It had to be said that it was quite interesting.

It was already surprising enough that the Lu family of imperial capital had married the daughter of a small family. They were also wondering if there was anything special about He Youran. Otherwise, why would she attract the attention of that proud son of heaven?

So, everyone began to jeer.

After all, it wasn’t a big deal to just watch the show!

However, they guessed that He Youran might play the violin, but her standard was definitely not that good. Otherwise, how could the Chinese music industry not have He Youran’s name?

She even compared herself to Paganini. Sigh, it would be fine if she bragged about it to ordinary people, but what kind of place was this? Who were these people?

These were the people that rich and powerful families. They had come into contact with a lot of things since they were young. If anyone was randomly picked out here, it would be someone with extraordinary taste. If He Youran wanted to show off her skills in front of them, she would just be waiting to make a fool of herself!

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