Ling Zhou didn't usually study piano music much. In his previous life, he only listened to it when he was working or bored. Now, looking at the songs that he might have heard of but didn't know if he had heard of before, he was also confused.

Which one should I choose?

Ling Zhou didn’t know either. For a moment he really didn’t know which song to choose.

"Your Highness, how about you come forward?"

In a corner of the hall, the old man looked at the scene, shook his head, and said to the woman in the black dress.

"Don't worry, just watch first."

She stared at Ling Zhou, looking at the lazy and thoughtful Ling Zhou, and said expressionlessly.

"All right."

The old man had no choice but to nod and agree.

Deep down, he also hoped that Ling Zhou's embarrassment would ruin the marriage between the two royal families. He didn't want the graceful and elegant princess to marry a good-for-nothing and unlearned Ling Zhou.

But for the sake of the royal family's interests, he also wanted to promote this marriage, and he was conflicted and struggling in his heart.

Qiao Yu Yaslan had a calm face, but his eyes were flickering with complex expressions. He was struggling, not knowing whether he should come forward to help Ling Zhou out of the predicament.

In their opinion, if no outsiders came to the rescue, Lingzhou would be doomed to fail this time.

…

In the field.

"Okay, I'll show you my ugliness."

Bell Alder sneered in his heart, nodded politely, and walked towards the piano.

As he walked, everyone's attention was focused on him.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the focus of the whole audience.

Young ladies from wealthy and aristocratic families could not help but be infatuated with Bell Alder, who looked like a prince charming. He seemed like the bright moon in the sky, fascinating.

Ling Zhou sat leisurely on the sofa, holding up the goblet in one hand, taking a sip of fruit wine, and quickly selecting songs in his mind. Looking at Al Baird, who was full of pretentiousness, he was speechless.

At this moment, he really wanted to lead a white horse over.

In terms of appearance, he doesn't belong to anyone.

In terms of temperament, if he puts away that lazy look, he will instantly become a prince of temperament.

In terms of status, he is a true prince.

Well! All we need is a white horse.

"bite……"

Bell Alder sat in front of the piano, stretched out his slender fingers, and played slowly.

The beautiful piano sounds are like water drops falling into a pond, clear and pleasant.

Everyone in the audience was gradually attracted over.

Although Bell Alder had played a piece of music before, this piece of music seemed even more beautiful and fascinating than the previous one.

Obviously, although he looked down on Ling Zhou as his opponent, he still tried his best.

Ling Zhou was quickly selecting songs while paying attention to the enemy's situation, speechless.

If it weren't for the fact that there happened to be an additional [Master-level Piano Playing Technique] in the mall, he would have really had to admit defeat this time.

Having inherited the [master-level piano playing skills], his level of appreciation of music has also reached a very high level. It can be heard that Bell Alder's level is still very high.

Of course, it was still a little bit inferior to the master level he inherited.

Soon, the song came to an end and slowly ended with waves of high-pitched melodies.

“Pah pah pah…”

Everyone in the audience, whether they were European nobles or Lan Ling's wealthy families, all applauded at this moment.

Amid the warm applause, Bell Alder stood up slowly with a warm smile, bowed to the audience, walked in front of Ling Zhou, bowed, and said, "Your Highness, please."

“Shua…”

The attention of the whole audience instantly shifted from Bell Alder to Ling Zhou.

The warm atmosphere gradually became depressing.

No one expected that Bell Alder would be so disrespectful. He was determined to embarrass Ling Zhou!

In fact, the more tactful people would give Lingzhou a way out at this time. After all, they were all wealthy nobles and they all cared about face. However, his lack of respect made the noble children of Lanling look at Bell Alder unfriendly.

Chen Yiru became more and more anxious.

There was a crazy gloating look in Ling Hai's eyes.

In the corner, the woman in the black dress sipped red wine, and her beautiful face flickered with struggle.

He was struggling over whether he should get up and rescue Lingzhou.

Under the gazes of the audience with different emotions such as nervousness, disdain, ridicule, struggle, gloating, etc., Ling Zhou put down his wine glass and stretched lazily, "Very good, there is some level, but the title of Little Music God is not worthy of the name!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the piano.

His words caused the whole audience to burst into an uproar and chaos.

No one expected that Ling Zhou would say such provocative words at this time. Aren't you afraid of being embarrassed later?

Bell Alder's expression changed slightly, then he regained his composure, but anger flickered in his eyes.

How could he not be angry when being provoked by an unlearned waste?

Chen Yiru opened his mouth, frowned, sighed, and said nothing.

"Your Highness, now you just need to stand up and call His Highness Zhou away, and you can resolve this turmoil."

The old man said to the woman in the black dress with a serious expression.

The woman looked at Ling Zhou and snorted, "You are such a waste, still so arrogant at this time."

The old man sighed when he heard this, and looked at Ling Zhou not far away, and shook his head. He obviously felt that Ling Zhou's behavior was irrational.

The woman hesitated, snorted, stood up and walked towards Lingzhou.

At this time, Ling Zhou was already sitting in front of the piano.

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