After Xue Ling's refusal, Old Mrs. Xue did not blame her, but just apologized and sat down with Xue Ling.

But Xue Ling caught a glimpse of the old lady Xue's mood and became depressed.

Nangong Sheng glanced at Xue Ling and said regretfully, "This zither has been in my hands for nearly twenty years, but I can't find a suitable master. I also heard that the Xuan Ji Qin is quite mysterious, but I never had the opportunity to open my eyes. I thought that the Xue family, who had been in Jiangling for a hundred years, could satisfy my wish, but I didn't expect it to be the same. But Shi Yue is the same. I can't do anything about this guqin. It seems that I have no fate with this Xuan Ji Guqin."

King Jiangling said silently, "It's not so. Sheng'er, I think these things are precious if they are of some use. If they are useless, they are just dead things. It's better to abandon them earlier."

Xue Ling felt a sudden heart when she heard the word "discard".

When Nangong Sheng heard this, he agreed very much. He walked to the side of Xuanji piano, plucking his fingertips on the strings. There was no pleasant sound, only a low muffled groan.

"Maybe as the emperor said, this piano is not a treasure. It is just a pleasing but not useful."

He pulled a knife from the soldier's waist, "I don't know, what will happen if it is ruined?"

"No."

"No."

"No."

Several sounds sounded at the same time.

Xue Ling took a look, and at the same time, he shouted a few words, his grandmother, aunt, and Zeng Yi.

This piano consigns to grandmother’s longing for her deceased husband and commemorates her aunt’s longing for her deceased father. The two couldn’t control their emotions, and Xue Ling was not surprised.

But Zeng Yi, why is it so shameless?

The sword in Huang Changsun's hand stopped abruptly, only an inch away from the strings.

He looked at Zeng Yi in surprise, "Shi Yue has always been calm and self-control. Why is it so shocked today? This is a bit unpredictable?"

Nangong Sheng said it unexpectedly.

Zeng Yi was already calmer and said apologetically, "Your Highness Changsun, this thing is very precious. If it is destroyed for this reason, wouldn't it be too a pity."

Nangong Sheng shook his head, "What the emperor said makes a lot of sense. If he cannot be used by others, he will be just a dead thing. The so-called preciousness is just about talking about it."

Xue Ling sighed secretly. The first time she saw her grandmother showing such panic.

She didn't know how much Zeng Yi knew about the Xue family, and she couldn't guess whether Zeng Yi's words were really for the Qin or for the rest of the world.

However, Zeng Yi was helpful to her, and she didn't want to pull this person in.

Xue Ling looked at Nangong Sheng, and this emperor's eldest grandson had absolutely no kindness.

Forget it.

Since you can't escape, you will face the difficulties. I don't think you are afraid of anything. The soldiers come to block the enemy and the water comes to cover the earth.

She stopped worrying and slowly stood up, "Your Highness Changsun, I want to give it a try."

Nangong Sheng looked at Xue Ling, as if he had met Shi again, "Oh, I remember Miss Xue San had already refused."

She bowed and bowed, "Please give permission from His Highness Changsun."

Nangong Sheng naturally wanted to see it, nodded and said no more.

Xue Ling walked quietly into the hall, then sat in front of the guqin, first plucking spells on the strings with her fingertips.

The piano body has not moved at all.

Xu Lanfeng asked in a low voice, "Cousin, what are she doing? Is it untuned, will she?"

Nangong Sheng did not answer, but looked at Xue Ling.

Xue Ling plucked a whole spell on the strings of the piano.

The strings are very sharp.

Bloodstains slowly appeared on the tip of my fingertips.

The strings of the piano seemed to be spiritually enlightened and became a little brighter.

Xuan Jiqin had been activated, but she paused for a moment, hesitating about what song to play.

Xue Ling's mind had the scene of the previous life, and then he looked ahead, just like that.

Today is her aunt's birthday, and she doesn't care about it.

Let's play a song to enlighten.

The strings plucked again.

At this time, a melody echoed in the hall.

There was a surprised and weird look in the room.

The sound of the piano is low, and Xue Ling's melody is very gentle and peaceful, but for some reason, every note is exciting deep in the heart, touching everyone's emotions, floating and immersing in their thoughts.

No one knew what Xue Ling was shooting. The girl's figure in the hall seemed to be covered with a faint halo, and she couldn't see her true appearance clearly.

Everyone seemed to be fixed.

The song is over.

Xue Ling stopped and used a spell to reseal the strings.

Looking at it again, everyone in the room had faint tears on their faces.

Xue Ling stood up and said, "Since that's the case, thank you for your love from Zhang Qin."

Xue Ling's voice finally broke all the silence again.

Nangong Chen had already come to his senses. He reached out and touched it, and his cheeks were cold.

A sense of hostility burst out from Nangong Chen's eyes.

But after looking over, he happened to meet the expression of the girl in the hall, and the emotions in his eyes gradually became a little complicated.

"Since I have already said it, this thing belongs to Miss Xue."

Xue Ling stopped looking at him, held the guqin in her hand and shouted at Sizhu, "Put it away."

When Xue Ling turned around, she clearly felt that her grandmother's tense emotions finally felt much more relaxed.

"Sister, I thought," Xue Yan whispered.

Xue Ling shook her head gently and signaled Xue Yan not to say much.

If it were normal, Xue Feng or Xue Ling would always say a few words in this situation, but now, the two of them finally turned around from the song just now, but they didn't say a word.

Xue Ling took out her handkerchief and wiped away the tears for Xue Yan, "What did you remember just now? You would be so sad."

Xue Yan shook her head, "It's nothing, I just think my sister plays so well."

Old Mrs. Xue asked, "A Ling, what kind of song are you playing today?"

Before Mrs. Xue finished speaking, she heard King Jiangling suddenly speak, "A Ling's song today has a bit of charm that has been lingering for three days."

King Jiangling did not shed tears, but the sourness in his eyes was very different from usual. He even remembered the past that had been immersed in his heart many years ago.

Xue Ling stood up and said, "Prince Miao Zan."

Nangong Chen also said, "Uncle Emperor has not praised it. No one can use this guqin. Unexpectedly, Miss Xue San really opened our eyes."

Xue Ling shook her head and denied, "It's not the case. This guqin has not been played for a long time, so it seems awkward and soundless. You have to play the strings until you have to play the music. I think the talented people around the prince only fiddled for a while and then stopped continuing, so I never discovered the mystery of this."

Nangong Sheng showed a puzzled look.

Xue Ling said again, "As for the song just now, called Wu, maybe it is because the piano can communicate with each other, which makes you feel a little resonance in your heart, and I dare not take credit."

Even though Xue Ling said that.

But today she has probably had the limelight, and she is more powerful than the music and dance just now.
Chapter completed!