Mu Chu did not answer immediately, took it over and glanced at her, picked up some unknown place and asked her, answering it one by one, Mu Chu finally said: "It should be able to keep up, but this..."

His eyes fell on the drum set, but he still couldn't understand this strange guy.

"You only need to be responsible for playing your jade flute." Qiqi took the drumsticks back from his hand, brought a chair and let him sit aside, sat down in front of the drumsticks, holding the drumsticks in his hand: "I'll demonstrate it first, and wait for the second time to see if you can keep up with my rhythm and blow the song out."

There is no tone for the drum set, only the rhythm. After she practiced it once, she would give him a reminder to tell him where to start the second time, and he should be fine.

If it is not possible, then he will start first. At most, there is no prelude. As long as the two of them can cooperate well, there should be no problem with the performance.

The premise is that this guy is willing to perform with her in the Wendou tomorrow night, but this matter...is difficult.

After getting Mu Chu's nod, Qiqi picked up the drumstick, dong...dong...dong...dong...dong...dong...dong...

Because she was afraid that he would not hear clearly, she deliberately slowed down the rhythm from the beginning, but when it was almost done, the rhythm suddenly became faster.

Dongdongda... Dongdongda...

Mu Chu closed his eyes and didn't know how long he had listened, but suddenly took out the jade flute from his waist and leaned against his lips. There was no need for Qiqi to remind him where to start, and the melodious flute sounded.

The sound of the flute goes from melodious to powerful, and then from powerful to vigorous. Then, the rhythm of Qiqi becomes faster, and the sound of the flute goes up and down, fully in line with the sound of the drum.

In front of me, there seemed to be a rushing war horse gradually appearing, with wolf smoke rising everywhere, war horses neighing, and the dust flying...

After a song turned around, Qiqi closed his eyes and couldn't help but recite it.

The wolf smoke rises and looks northward.

The dragon rolls up, the horse neighs, and the sword energy is as frost.

The heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River.

Twenty years, who can resist each other?

Hate and want to be crazy, and the sword is aimed at.

How many loyal souls are buried in other places?

Why should I be willing to repay my family and country with hundreds of deaths?

I endured my sighs and felt even more speechless, my eyes filled with blood and tears.

She used chanting instead of singing it, just because she didn't have such a vast atmosphere and couldn't sing the essence of this song.

But I didn't know that her slowly quiet voice fully interpreted the artistic conception of this poem.

Horse hooves go south and people look north.

Looking north, the grass is green and yellow, and the dust is flying.

I am willing to defend my territory and open my borders again.

The great country wants to let all sides congratulate.

A song of loyalty to the country was not only filled with passion, but also a burst of hot men's blood was pouring out from Mu Chu's heart.

In front of me, there were thousands of horses galloping, there were smoke everywhere, and there were war everywhere.

The bloody brothers fell down one by one, but they stood up one by one, raised their swords and bravely fought against the enemy troops from all directions.

In the bloody sky, he held a big knife in his hand and wore silver-white armor. In the dazzling blood light, he grabbed the horse's belly and roared at the emerging enemy with blood-stained war horses.

The enemies fell one by one under the big sword, and the silver armor was stained with layers of blood that did not know whether it belonged to him or the enemy. Scarlet blood splattered on the head armor and fell down along the head armor, covering his eyes and his dusty heart.

The enemy army emerged endlessly, and his brothers fell one by one in pool of blood.

The so-called reinforcements have not arrived for a long time. In this battle where he knew he would lose without a fight, he did not retreat, and his brothers did not retreat. They stood outside the city gate, piled up their bodies into the strongest city gate, guarding the thousands of innocent people in the city.

But, Father, why haven’t he sent troops yet? Why have they been left in this battle to fight death?

He was not afraid of death, but just heartbroken for his fallen brother.

They have been waiting, where are the reinforcements? When will the reinforcements arrive?

Without reinforcements and rescue, the brothers were all dead, all died, dead in trust and absolute obedience to him.

Watching Cheng He's blood flowing through his feet, looking at the enemy army that had no end, one man and one horse still stood in front of the brothers' corpses.

The enemy, the bright big sword, was right in front of him, and behind him were all the cold corpses of his brothers who had been following him for many years. He held the big sword in his hand and suddenly roared to the sky.

Is this the final reward my father gave him after enduring for twenty years?

He doesn't believe him, right? He has never believed him in so many years, has he?

Once the master is highly successful, once he becomes the one who threatens him, the father will kill him. No matter whether he is his biological son or not, is it?

Is this battle the biggest gift my father gave him in his life?

But my father, how easy it is to ask his life, why should he let his brothers be buried with him?

"Why!"

With a "bang", the green jade flute was broken severely in his hand.

Qiqi was stunned, and his thoughts were brought back to reality from the memories of the army. Where was Mu Chu Subai's figure in the hall?

"Achu!" She was startled and stood up suddenly, trying to chase after her, but she saw that the jade flute was lying quietly on the ground by this section, with scarlet blood stains on the jade flute.

He was injured...

"Achu!" She chased her out, and couldn't see him at all. She chased her all the way to the east wing, but only saw Tiesheng guarding outside his dormitory. She wanted to go in, but Tiesheng forced to stop her.

"Princess Seventh Princess, my master is not in good health and does not want to see guests. Please come back."

Tiesheng blocked the door, and he was determined not to let her in.

Qiqi looked at the closed door and had no idea what had happened just now.

I was just too devoted just now. I remembered the scenes of life-and-death death when I was in the army and my brothers were performing missions together. The discomfort of my thoughts had not yet dissipated, but something happened to Mu Chu.

She didn't know what happened to him, but she seemed to hear him asking "why". The simple three words seemed to hide endless sadness and despair. Did he also remember something sad?

What is he desperate?

"Achu..." She called out softly, but the people inside still did not give up at all. She said, "Achu, did I say something wrong just now? Can I apologize to you? You are injured, let me see your wound..."

"Princess Seventh Princess, my master is a doctor. If I am really injured, I will deal with it. Princess Seventh Princess should be asked back." Tiesheng still stood in front of her, changing his previous enthusiasm and honesty, and said coldly.

Qiqi didn't care about his changing attitude, probably just felt that his master was injured and came back after going out with her, and felt sad.

She was still looking at the door because it was daytime and she couldn't see clearly what was inside, there was no sound, and she didn't know what he was doing.

She pursed her lips and said for a while: "If you don't want to see me, then I'll go back first. You have a good rest and I'll see you later."

Take the steps down from the corridor, turn around one step and three times, but end up leaving.

Just a drum set, a song, what happened to him?

Even though Mu Chu is distant from others on weekdays, she has never been so alienated from her and has not had much contact with him. However, except for Prince Xuan who is always reluctant to let go, Mu Chu is the only person she is willing to take the initiative to get close to.

Now, does even he dislike himself?

I don’t know what he was thinking about in a mess, but he didn’t want to see him, and his heart became confused.

It was not until she walked away that Tiesheng pushed open the door and entered. Looking at the master standing by the window and facing his back, he said in a deep voice: "She has left."

"Go out." Mu Chu's voice was as indifferent as usual, but in the indifference, there was a little unstoppable excitement and sadness.

"Young Master..." I was shocked by the sadness that others could hardly notice. Tiesheng even changed his name to him, but he was still confused: "Young Master, the Seventh Princess is so insulting your soul, you can't get close to this girl."

"Go out." This time, his voice a little heavier.

Tiesheng was afraid, and the young master rarely got angry, but if he didn't say some words, he was afraid that something would happen to the young master in the future!

"Young Master, if Murong Qiqi really makes you so embarrassed, then I will kill her, young..."

The voice stopped abruptly. The person who was standing by the window had already come to him. His palm locked his throat when he caught him off guard. His five fingers tightened. This force had become a normal person who had already suffocated and died.

Such a fast speed is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary martial arts practitioners.

Tiesheng stopped talking, just opened his eyes and looked at him without even begging for mercy.

Begging for mercy is the most shameful thing for the young master, whether it is asking for it by himself or others asking for it.

He just didn't understand that the Seventh Princess was so important to the Young Master. When did this start? Why didn't he notice it at all?

"Same thing, I don't want to say the second time. Murong Qiqi has a short hair, I want you to die!" With a casual wave, he didn't care about the person thrown out by him. He stepped back to the window and looked at everything quiet outside the window, but the cold air in his eyes did not dissipate for a long time.

A loneliness, a cold room.

Tiesheng finally stood up, resisted the blood rushing in his chest, and after a long time he spoke and replied: "I know."

After saying that, he left the bedroom with a little unsteady pace and closed the door for him.

After leaving the door, I took a step and almost fell down after staggering.

He leaned against the wall and gasped, his chest still rising and falling.

The young master's martial arts are so advanced. Now, I am afraid that even he can't stop him from doing a few moves.

After so many years of tolerance, keeping a low profile, the Lord is about to summon them back and restore his glamorous identity. If something goes wrong at this time...

No matter what, he shouldn't let Murong Qiqi continue to live.

Any person or thing that will affect the young master should not survive in this world. Their existence is a burden to him. Once he has someone who cares about it, the young master will no longer be the calm and ruthless young master in the past...

However, his threat just now...

It’s not that Tiesheng is afraid of death, he just saw the young master’s care for the Seventh Princess. If he really killed the Seventh Princess, would the young master hate him for the rest of his life?
Chapter completed!