The voice was covered in a very short time, and I couldn't hear the specifics for a moment, but I felt familiar subconsciously, and I don't know if it was an illusion. Qin Yi didn't have the time to think about those at this time, the eyes of the entire hall were looking at him...
An An felt that if she stood surrounded by a group of people like this, she might be soaked in cold sweat, but the husband still stood there quietly, tall and straight, his eyes were calm, and he didn't feel any panic at all.
The prisoner's expression was a little strange. After watching Qin Yi for a while, he pondered in a low voice, "The blood of God the Father... Although it is very weak... Where did it come from?"
Qin Yi smiled and said, "If your Majesty is interested, let's talk about it later? What's more important now is the concert, isn't it?"
Prisoner Niu Zhanyan smiled: "It makes sense."
Everyone was stunned.
Is that over
It doesn't matter if he doesn't kneel
The prisoner said indifferently: "People from Shenzhou, do not obey the rituals of the sea. The blood of the father and god does not worship the body of children. Sit."
The tense atmosphere was instantly relieved, and some people could even hear the sound of some people finally breathing out.
The power of nothingness, the power of the king, even if it does not show anything, it will naturally make the subjects extremely depressed. I really don't know how this Shenzhou person can talk about it with a relaxed face...
However, these two sentences made Qin Yi's impression of this fat house bull in an instant countless times better. A very reasonable house, not to be a blessing, not bad. Afterwards, you can make friends and share your experience with Ah Zhai.
He sat back and waited for the concert to begin.
An An quietly tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Sir, you are so bold."
Qin Yi smiled and said, "I admire you even more. Ah Zhai, who is so talkative, was able to get angry with your ground roller back then, and you are no one anymore."
An An was extremely embarrassed, and after holding it for a long time, she asked curiously, "Mr. really never kneeled before?"
Qin Yi said, "Yes."
An Anqi said, "When?"
Qin Yi looked at the front with no expression: "When you were in bed with your wife."
"Bah." An An blushed and stopped talking.
But I heard an old tortoise next to the throne and said, "Your Majesty's concerts are held every few years, and everyone is familiar with the rules, so I won't go into details. It's the old rules, everyone will play music in sequence, as long as it's related to music. , whether it is musical instruments, singing, dancing, or all kinds of cooperation. Whether it is to show skills, or to have new ideas, it is not demanding, and there is no ranking. There is only one, and it is not allowed to perfunctory.”
Qin Yi nodded, this is indeed a love of music, just for music, and has nothing to do with anything else. What I imagined before was to make a hundred clans flatter them, but I still wronged them... At least they didn't mean that, just to enjoy the music of all ethnic groups. Of course, there is flattery for all ethnic groups, and secretly competing with each other to win the favor of the king, this is another matter.
Like An An becoming a ground roller, it is obviously regarded as a "perfunctory", and it is not surprising to anger the prisoner... You are not required to behave very well, even if you are familiar with the rehearsal, you should not step on your skirt and roll over. No rehearsal, no perfunctory...
God knows that An An is really not perfunctory, just virtue. I just don't know if my performance will be normal this time after my special training on opening the clam shell...
Various races have been performing in turn.
The first to appear is the snail girl, they are especially confident in this regard.
Qin Yi also felt that the sound of their conch shells was really nice, and their skills were extremely superb, almost as good as Taoism. It's just a pity that using only conch shells is still monotonous. People like myself who haven't listened to them a few times will feel very good, but like a prisoner of cows who have listened to you for tens of thousands of years, what else does it feel like
Sure enough, the prisoner cow was lying on the chair, the dragon head leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes and listened. At first, he shook his head and admired it, but after hearing it, he sighed softly and felt a little disappointed.
He didn't show it. After the snail girl finished blowing, she still nodded and said, "Yes, there is a reward."
The snail girl happily followed the old turtle to receive the reward, and she didn't know what the reward was. Then the familiar siren began to sing.
In fact, there are more things that can be expressed by singing than a single musical instrument. The voice of the Kraken is a world-famous ox fork. It is a top singer in any era, but unfortunately there are still their shortcomings.
The song of the siren is inclined to temptation, or sadness, sorrow, and so on. A better image is missing, quiet, vast, and the like. You don't expect the siren to sing any ode to joy, and it's hard to expect to sing about the splendid rivers and mountains. These qualities are not related to the siren at all.
Although there are many races in the sea, after tens of thousands of years, they are really tired of listening to their things.
As one group after another group of performances finished, Qin Yi felt a lot more at ease. He and An An ensemble may not be enough technically, but the image of dancing between butterflies and flowers is indeed lacking in the sea, and it can definitely be useful. There is no need to regard this performance as a show. In this atmosphere, the meaning of sparring with various ethnic groups is more intense. It is obvious that after entering the atmosphere, everyone else is also a kind of sparring.
After such a long period of nurturing, in fact, most races themselves have a hobby of music in it, not to mention prisoners, others are also looking forward to new products from various races. Since there is no ranking, there is no tearing. Once it enters the atmosphere, it is completely a music exchange meeting of various ethnic groups.
It's just obvious that the prisoner's expression became more and more disappointed, and he almost started to sigh.
It's not that everyone's level is not clever, and it's not that they are careless, but they are really tired.
A wisp of flute sound floated up, as if the mountain wind was blowing, the fresh fragrance of flowers was faintly dispersed, and there were birds singing a cappella in the air.
Just the first note made everyone in the field agitated.
Everyone turned their heads to see where the flute sound came from, and saw the man in Tsing Yi who didn't kneel just now, stood up again, the flute was on his lips, the notes were sent lightly, and his bearing was relaxed and out of the dust.
There is a butterfly passing through the flower, flying up and down, happily and leisurely.
Hearing the sound of the flute, the prisoner couldn't help but turn his head, as if to see who was behind him.
This technique, the whole music theory and the people behind the screen... are completely in the same line.
Another flute sounded, another butterfly chasing behind. An An began to reconcile.
With a "flip", he planted in the flower.
Qin Yi's cheeks twitched.
Everyone: "… "
Prisoner: "..."
An An's face flushed, and she glanced at Qin Yi's expression in a panic. Qin Yi shook his head slightly, indicating that he should not be nervous, and the sound of the flute became more and more gentle.
As if the butterfly flying on the flower stretched its wings to pull the one that fell.
Pulled a bit, did not pull up, the butterfly was still rolling under the flower.
"Pfft..." Someone laughed.
The prisoner also laughed, this An An... The last time I came to roll around, are you here to be cute this time
But no matter what, it still brings unprecedented novelty to it.
Very interesting flute sound, even if the butterflies roll around.
Seeing that the prisoner was not angry, but was smiling, An Xin calmed down a little, his courage gradually strengthened, and his performance became much more normal. I have to say that the recent training of opening the clam shell is still very useful. Her acceptance of the onlookers is more than one level better than before, and her mentality has calmed down so quickly.
The big butterfly above drilled down into the flower bush and stretched out its wings to the little butterfly again. The little butterfly climbed up and flew out happily. The two butterflies danced on the flowers, and the cheerful and lively fragrance of birds and flowers spread throughout the hall.
In the joy, the hidden feelings gradually rose, and the little butterfly was chasing the big butterfly attached, flying around and reluctantly.
The prisoner dipped his head when he heard it, and the teaser in the music has already got three flavors. It's very good to say... He was having a good time, but suddenly he felt a murderous aura coming from behind him.
The prisoner blinked his eyes and said nothing.
A song ends.
There was thunderous applause in the hall.
It's not that the performance is very clever, but in terms of skills, it is not as good as everyone else, and An An is just passing the grade at most. But this fresh butterfly dance in the mountains is completely different from the imagery of the various ethnic groups in the sea, and it really brings unprecedented new ideas to everyone.
Listening to the applause around, An An was very happy, looking at Qin Yi beside him with a smile, with gentle eyes.
But Qin Yi's face froze at this moment, and he forgot to put down the flute beside his lips.
For a moment just now, seemed to feel murderous? A familiar murderous aura, like... like...
At this moment, the voice of gnashing teeth came from behind the screen: "I know that little girl, the flute skills are not as good as ten years ago. If you compare yourself with yourself, you will regress into the mud! The worst part of this concert is this song. Hurry up and drive them out, it's annoying to see!"
Qin Yi's face turned green.
Prisoner Niu stretched out a pair of small short hands, touched his chin and looked at Qin Yi, and said leisurely: "Perhaps everyone thinks that this concert is the practice of this king... In fact, this concert is specially organized for this king, Shangqing, and let her collect hundreds of The voice of the clan. So... since she said so..."
The Yuto guards, who were supposed to be ready to fork out, looked at each other, at a loss.
"Wait, wait a minute!" Qin Yi shouted, "Senior sister, listen to my explanation!"