sbdcsierra Chapter 147 The Melody of the Qin Touches the Heart
Chapter 147 The Melody of the Qin Touches the Heart
Seeing that everyone looked like they were waiting to see a good show, Long Chuqing smiled knowingly and said in a casual tone, "I really can't write poetry, but I do know a little about music, chess, and painting."
As soon as Long Chuqing said this, someone in the crowd stood up and said, "Since this young lady claims that she can play the zither and paint, would you be willing to perform a piece of music on the spot, or paint a picture on the spot, so that we can have a good look at it?"
As soon as the man finished speaking, a guqin enthusiast stepped forward: "Since you know how to play the guqin, I happen to have one here. If you don't mind, you can use it to play."
Upon hearing the voice, Long Chuqing looked at the man, nodded after listening to his words, and then slowly walked towards the table where the guqin was placed.
"Thank you, young master." Upon reaching the zither table, Long Chuqing first nodded slightly to the owner of the zither to express his gratitude, then gracefully stepped over the stool and slowly sat down.
After settling down, she gracefully raised her long, slender, fair hands and her nimble fingers gently plucked the strings.
As soon as the music began, everyone focused their attention on her, waiting to see what kind of music she could produce.
Some people are looking forward to it, while others are watching with a detached, spectator's attitude.
Long Chuqing slightly raised her eyebrows, a hint of cunning in her eyes, and glanced around at everyone present.
Then she slowly said, "I just said that I can't write lyrics or compose poems, and that's true. I really can't. So I won't be like some people who pretend to be knowledgeable when they're actually empty-headed, pretending to know what they don't."
After saying that, she turned her gaze to the poems that were fluttering in the wind and continued, "For example, the pile of poems hanging on the side, in my opinion, many of them are written in a messy and disorganized manner, with incoherent sentences and inadequate expression. Such works are simply a waste of paper."
After hearing Long Chuqing's derogatory words, a murmur of disapproval arose from the audience.
The group of scholars, who had been full of confidence, all showed ugly expressions and were even more indignant. Weren't these words a slap in their face?
They believed that while their poems weren't particularly good and might not be passed down through the ages, they weren't bad either! They didn't deserve such harsh criticism!
Hearing the low murmurs around her, Long Chuqing simply smiled faintly and began to slowly pluck the strings of the zither in front of her.
As her fingers plucked the strings, a melodious and ethereal melody slowly drifted out, and the surrounding noise instantly quieted down upon hearing the music.
The melodious piano music slowly seeped into the hearts of everyone present. Listening to the soothing and gentle music, the restless emotions of the crowd were instantly calmed.
The indignant expressions on their faces gradually disappeared, and they returned to their usual calm and peaceful demeanor, all immersed in the beautiful melody.
Just as everyone was captivated by the beautiful music, Long Chuqing suddenly increased the speed at which he plucked the strings.
The melody, which was originally gentle and soothing, suddenly rises to a high pitch, transforming from a melodious and soothing tune into an intense and shocking one.
Suddenly the music style changed abruptly, and by the time everyone present reacted, they were already infected by the passionate melody, feeling as excited as soldiers going to the battlefield with their swords and spears.
Long Chuqing raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze sweeping over the crowd once more. A subtle, sly smile played on her lips.
Immediately afterwards, she flicked her finger, and a melody carrying powerful internal force swept through the air, flying straight towards the direction where the poems were hanging.
In an instant, the wooden frame used to hang the poems broke in two, and the papers with the poems written on them fell to the ground.
Everyone was shocked by what they saw. They stared wide-eyed at the papers scattered on the ground, their throats bobbing and swallowing hard, but no one dared to step forward and say a word of reproach.
Long Chuqing paid no attention to the reactions of others and continued to focus on her work, her fingers quickly plucking the strings.
As time went by, the originally melodious music changed again, becoming increasingly sharp and piercing, as if it could strike straight into the depths of people's souls.
The music constantly stirred the nerves of everyone present, causing their internal energy to become uncontrollably chaotic.
An indescribable sense of unease quietly rises in one's heart, and gradually, this discomfort becomes stronger, with many people experiencing frequent discomfort.
Some people felt a splitting headache after hearing this, and painfully covered their ears, feeling a dizzying sensation and severe nausea.
Some people felt extremely uncomfortable, their stomachs churning, and they couldn't help but run to the side to vomit.
Even the princes, as well as Qing Tong and Qing Ying, couldn't help but frown and feel uncomfortable after hearing the music.
However, since they possessed martial arts skills, they channeled their internal energy to suppress the unease surging within them.
Xiao Han also felt slightly uncomfortable after listening to the music. He took a deep breath and secretly mobilized his internal energy, easily suppressing the discomfort.
Then, he stood still below, his gaze fixed intently on Long Chuqing, who was playing the zither, his eyebrows raised, revealing a faint smile.
Seeing that everyone was feeling unwell, Long Chuqing slowly stopped playing and switched to a melodious and elegant tune.
The slow, gentle melody, like an autumn breeze, like flowing water, like soft clouds, soothed the restless minds of the crowd.
As the soothing music calmed them, their unease gradually disappeared, and their complexions improved considerably.
Finally, as Long Chuqing gently placed his hands on the strings to stop the music, the piece came to an end.
She stood up and slowly walked to the owner of the guqin: "Young master, this is indeed a fine guqin, thank you very much!"
At this moment, the owner of the guqin looked at her with admiration. Although he had vomited after hearing the music, he had never imagined that his guqin could produce such great power.
Although many people initially felt unwell, thanks to Long Chuqing's timely withdrawal of his power and the subsequent calming melody that regulated their internal energy, everyone was largely fine.
Ziguang, Princess Rui, the Ye Lingwei sisters, and their maids—none of them knew martial arts, so they all felt unwell after hearing the music and ran to the side to vomit.
The others all knew martial arts, and although they managed to suppress it with their internal energy in time, preventing them from vomiting, their internal energy was temporarily disrupted.
When Long Chuqing returned to their side, she saw that Princess Rui and Ziguang, along with several other women, still looked somewhat unwell, their faces pale and their expressions weak and powerless.