Chapter 390 Weird Personal Voice

Everyone present was dumbfounded, and even Emperor Lexuan stood up gaffe!

The others wanted to applaud loudly, but were afraid to startle her dance, her lute. One by one, holding their breath like mud tires and wood plastic.

Originally, there were musicians in the hall to accompany the dancers. When Ning Xuemo just started dancing, those musicians were eager to play the instruments at hand to match her pipa.

But as soon as it rang, everyone was glaring at it!

This is the sound of nature, and any music seems to be sacrilegious to it.

The musicians didn't dare to act rashly, they just tried their best to memorize the tune, preparing to practice secretly after returning home.

Han Shanyue sat there, his eyes fixed on Ning Xuemo, his fingers clenched the jade cup, and his fingertips turned white, yet he didn't know it.

"Ding ding dong dong..." A guqin sound suddenly came from outside the window, but after two or three times, it followed Ning Xuemo's pipa sound...

Everyone was a little angry at first, and some people were so angry that they dared to listen to the sound of nature, but they were attracted by the sound of the piano before they could express it.

There are not a few people who understand the rhythm, and there are also many who can play the piano. A few are even guqin masters.

But at this moment, when I heard the sudden sound of the piano, I suddenly had the urge to go home and smash the piano!

Compared with the sound of the guqin, the guqin they play can be said to be sawing wood!

The sound of the pipa and the ding-dong of the guqin together are surprisingly harmonious. If the sound of Ning Xuemo's pipa is a ray of spring breeze, then the sound of the guqin is the flower that slowly blooms in the spring breeze.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the flowers are blooming.

At this time is the true sound of nature, the true mood.

For a moment, everyone forgot to scold who played the violin, and everyone was fascinated when they heard it and watched it as if they were fascinated.

I just feel that this song should only exist in the sky, how many times in the world should I hear it? I just hope that this qin, this pipa, this dance will never stop.

The music really continued, and Ning Xuemo danced like she didn't know she was tired.

The expression on her face seemed to be enchanted, but she began to complain in her heart.

Before the piano sounded, she had already skipped to the last stanza. Just jump for half a minute and you're done.

But with the sound of the qin, her feet seemed to be controlled by someone, and her body made various complicated dance postures, and the sound of the pipa began to follow the tune of the guqin. Closing it gently, twisting it slowly, rubbing it again and again, her fingertips wandered on the pipa, and when she played the pipa, blood began to drip from her fingertips, but it was like she was wearing a witch's red dancing shoes, and she couldn't stop at all!

The sound of the guqin has changed from the spring blossoms to the iron horse, like a broken silver bottle, like a boundless falling tree, as if seeing the betrayal of a lover on the battlefield, and turning to the arms of the enemy, grief, indignation, desolation, injustice...

All kinds of negative emotions are coming!

Some of the people present began to sob, some beat their chests and fell, and some were angry...

Apparently, they were completely controlled by the sound of the piano!

And Ning Xuemo's pretty face began to turn white, and the blood in her chest began to surge... She wanted to stop, but she couldn't do it anyway!

There was a sudden cold wind around her, her body had fallen into an embrace, and her dance steps were forced to stop.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of hands stretched out from behind her, and the pipa in her arms was surrounded by those hands, zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Bounce!

These three thunders that rolled across the sky immediately disrupted the tune of the guqin.