Immediately afterwards, Li Chengfeng began to pick up the erhu in his hand, find a stool and sit down quietly.

Everyone looked at Li Chengfeng curiously.

No one knows what kind of instrument the erhu in Li Chengfeng’s hand is and what kind of sound can it make?

Li Chengfeng took a deep breath and said, "Next, I will play a song "Erquan Yingyue" with the erhu, I hope everyone will like it!"

After saying that, Li Chengfeng closed his eyes tightly and began to perform his own program.

Erquan Yingyue is a composition by A Bing, a blind folk man.

A Bing suffered all his hardships since childhood, and all the pain he experienced turned into the source of his music creation.

Until his twilight years, when the blind A Bing was blind, he even created this song, an extremely sad and desolate music, Erquan Yingyue.

In order to conform to the aesthetic concepts of the people of the Tang Dynasty, Li Chengfeng chose to play Erquan Yingyue.

Otherwise, if Li Chengfeng plays pop music, Li Chengfeng is afraid that they will not understand it.

Sure enough, when Li Chengfeng sounded the Erhu, when the sound of the first Erquan Yingyue came out from the Erhu.

Everyone was shocked.

Even Gao Chen, Li Shimin and others couldn't help but tremble on their backs.

Because the tone of the song played by Li Chengfeng is really too sad.

"How could it be, how could there be such a sad and desolate tune in this world?"

"My God, what did the Eighth Prince go through to create such an amazing tune?"

The ministers who knew a little about music were shocked.

Unlike classical music they had heard before.

This song Erquan Yingyue is completely a song that can touch people's hearts from the bottom of your heart.

It is like feeling the prosperity of the world and the sufferings of the world!

...

One song is finished playing.

When Li Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes, he only found that all the people were looking at him with surprise.

There is no applause, no cheers, only a silence, and sadness from the sadness.

Because, at this moment, they were still immersed in the sadness of the Erquan Yingyue and could not come back to their senses for a long time.

Gao Chen was also moved, and Li Mingda and Cheng Le also looked at Li Chengfeng with incredible eyes.

Li Shimin himself had two lines of clear tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

This song is so sad and infectious.

Not only Li Shimin, but also many people onlookers, unknowingly shed tears and were moved by a song, the desolate second spring, the moon was reflected in the moon.

“What kind of song is this?”

Gao Chen suddenly spoke lightly.

When Li Chengfeng looked at him, he could clearly feel that Gao Chen was in a state of selfless listening.

At this moment, everyone looked at Li Chengfeng with anticipation.

I hope Li Chengfeng can explain the origin of this song "Erquan Yingyue".

Li Chengfeng sighed slightly and said, "Erquan Yingyue is a song written by an Erhu master in my hometown, A Bing!"

"A Bing has experienced the sufferings of the world since childhood. After growing up, he was blind again! In order to make a living, A Bing could only go to the streets to play the erhu every day! He won the sympathy and rewards of some passers-by, and made a living!"

"After old age, A Bing really couldn't stand the torture of illness, so he created this song Erquan Yingyue! This song is a true portrayal of the life of the blind A Bing. In other words, the sadness you hear now, the depressed A Bing's mood at that time, and how depressed his life is!"

"The blind A Bing is worthy of being a master of Erhu. Even I cannot fully understand the entire artistic conception of Erquan Yingyue, because I have not walked A Bing's path and had not experienced his sufferings, so I cannot fully play the sad and miserable feeling of Erquan Yingyue!"

"Oh, so that's it, so that's it!"

Gao Chen sighed and shook his head slightly.

His face was very bitter, as if he was sighing for A Bing's unfairness.

At this time, Li Shimin couldn't help but say, "Hurry, Feng'er, tell me, where is the blind Abing living? I'll pick him up to the palace now! I didn't expect that there were such music masters in the folk. If I didn't cherish it, it would be my loss!"

Li Chengfeng looked at Li Shimin and said, "Father, the blind A Bing has long been dead!"

"What? He's dead?"

"Ding, the surprise from Li Shimin, the naughty value is 299!"

Li Chengfeng nodded and said, "Yes! A Bing is from our village. I have listened to A Bing's erhu music since I was a child! Later, I learned this song Erquan Yingyue, but later, A Bing died because he could not bear the torture of illness!"

"Oh, the passing of such a music master is really a loss to my Tang Dynasty!"

Li Shimin sighed sadly.

Then, Li Chengfeng looked at Gao Chen and said, "Criminal Goguryeo, so how about our first game?"

"I lost!"

Gao Chen said three words lightly to indicate Li Chengfeng's victory.

Because Gao Chen knew that the most important part of music is how infectious it is.

Compared with Li Chengfeng's Erquan Yingyue, his own mountain flowing water is really much less infectious than Li Chengfeng's Erquan Yingyue.

Not that the creators of these two songs are not on the same level.

The creators are all music masters.

Gao Chen's performance made all the ministers applaud, but it was slightly flawed.

But what about Li Chengfeng? His performance was silent, and only tears came down from tears.

Everyone was secretly wiping their tears, and was infected by Erquan Yingyue played by Li Chengfeng.

So from the perspective of emotional expression, Gao Chen lost.

This is the expression on the audience's face, so Gao Chen was convinced by the loss.

At the same time, Gao Chen couldn't help but secretly admire Li Chengfeng's strength in his heart.

This eighth prince of the Tang Dynasty is really an amazing figure.

Whether in terms of talent, martial arts, or even music, he is a master of masters.

But he is only six years old, how could he be so powerful?

Is it true that the folk rumor is the Eighth Prince a god from heaven descending to earth, or is it that the Eighth Prince's master really the immortal Shennong?

But no matter what, Gao Chen felt that Li Chengfeng must make friends and must not be enemies.

He was so terrifying when he was young. If he had grown up, would that be fine?

So Gao Chen knew very well that such people could only make friends and not offend them.

"Okay, I lost, so let's continue to start the next game!"

"Okay, the 5v5 leader is right?"

Li Chengfeng suddenly said another sentence, saying that others couldn't understand.
Chapter completed!