The meal ordered today can be said to be a big one. Several boxes contain dishes that Lu Yuguo has never seen before. These dishes are a bit like the styles in Xiongzhong Hotel. He guessed that Fu Chongji ordered them at Xiongzhong Hotel.
"It must have cost a lot of money." Lu Yuguo asked.
Mo Yuanshen said, "Not much for me."
He pushed a bowl of soup over and said, "Try it, it's a delicious soup."
Lu Yuguo was no longer polite and drank the soup, nodding in praise, "Delicious."
"And this one, it's delicious too." Mo Yuanshen picked up a flower-like dish and handed it to Lu Yuguo, "This is not a flower, it's a dish. It's delicious and beautiful."
Lu Yuguo said, "I've seen this kind of dish online. I heard it's very expensive."
As he put the dish into his mouth, he squinted his eyes slightly, looking very happy, and said, "Delicious, sweet."
Mo Yuanshen smiled slightly. Every time he saw Lu Yuguo eating something delicious, his expression always made him feel happy both physically and mentally, just like feeding a small animal, which made him extremely satisfied.
After the two of them finished their meal and cleaned up, Mo Yuanshen sat on the carpet, holding the score of "Origin of China" and looking at Lu Yuguo expectantly.
Lu Yuguo looked at him helplessly, washed his hands, picked up the pipa, pulled a chair and sat on it.
He didn't rush to play, but carefully checked the curing condition of the wood glue on the pipa.
It was already very good, so he found some tape to put on the artificial nail, played it a few more times, tested the tone, and after feeling good, he carefully tuned it according to the tune of "Hua Xia Yuan".
Seeing that he was already preparing, Mo Yuanshen suddenly thought of something, so he went to get the selfie ball, turned it on and connected it to the terminal, adjusted the angle, and started recording.
Lu Yuguo said, "Do you really want me to sing? Let me tell you first, I'm singing a dialect poll, you might not understand it."
"It's okay. You have written the lyrics here. Just sing it and I will just look at the lyrics." Mo Yuanshen smiled and shook the music score in his hand.
"Okay." Lu Yuguo said and coughed twice to clear his throat.
It felt like I hadn't sung a song so formally in a while, and I was a little nervous. He smiled and said, "Can I play it first and then sing?"
"Okay." Mo Yuanshen nodded.
Lu Yuguo sat upright, holding the pipa, pressing the strings on the frets with one hand and gently plucking them with the other hand, and a clear sound of the pipa rang out.
His head swayed slightly as his hands played the piano, his expression showed enjoyment, his eyebrows moved slightly, and his whole body was very lively.
Mo Yuanshen was a little surprised. The continuous sound of the pipa was very beautiful.
Especially some string sounds are very charming. It feels like a sound effect rather than timbre. It is a crisp and ancient sound with a graceful melody, and a hint of sadness. It sounds very nice.
After playing it once quickly, Lu Yuguo looked at Fu Chongji and began to sing: "Five thousand years of love, distant source and long flow. Emperors... princes... many nobles have come on stage. The source of China is like a love that cannot be cut off, lingering and sad, and I pass it on to you all to listen to."
With a clear voice and soft tune, Mo Yuanshen felt his whole body tingling and his heart seemed to melt as soon as he sang the first sentence.
The most fatal thing was the look he gave her from time to time. When he heard the word "you all", he got goosebumps all over his body.
His purple eyes were fixed on the person opposite him. He felt that Lu Yuguo's voice seemed to have a mental impact, rushing straight into his mind and making his mental power comfortable and exciting.
"The long river flows slowly, from Pangu to the present day, with thousands of mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains, Chang'an City, the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, is recorded in the history books, passed down from generation to generation, remembered by the world, and carries on the past and opens up the future..."
When the last note of the pipa fell, Lu Yuguo looked at the man opposite and asked, "Does it sound good?"
Mo Yuanshen nodded vigorously, "It sounds good, very good, I want to listen to it again."
Thinking of practicing piano and singing at the same time, Lu Yuguo sang it a few more times, but as soon as he stopped, Mo Yuanshen said, "I want to listen more."
Lu Yuguo thought about it and said, "Then I'll sing another song."
He has already mastered this song, but he has not tried the other one in this world yet.
"Okay, what's the other song?" Mo Yuanshen asked expectantly.
Lu Yuguo took out another piece of music to take a look. He hadn't finished composing the main melody for this piece yet, so he could try playing it on the pipa and make some changes if there were any problems.
Mo Yuanshen took a closer look at the music score and said, "The lyrics of this song are also quite good. It has a bit of the flavor of ancient Chinese literature."
As the crown prince, he also had to learn some ancient literature. Although he didn't need to be very professional, he at least had to have some knowledge in this area.
He took a closer look at the lyrics. The ancient rhyme beautifully portrayed a story of three thousand concubines in the imperial harem vying for beauty. He asked, "Xiaoguo, is this the original text?"
Lu Yuguo smiled and said, "Well, this song should be relatively complete."
Mo Yuanshen said, "The person who wrote this lyric is quite amazing."
Lu Yuguo couldn't help but raise his chin after hearing this, feeling a little proud, thinking that Fu Zhongji was praising him, but he said, "Of course the legacy of our predecessors is amazing."
"Can I see the incomplete score?" Mo Yuanshen said.
Lu Yuguo didn't think much about it. He opened the terminal and played the incomplete tune for him to see.
He said: "Look at the title of the song, it's 'Three Thousand Beauties in the Six Palaces', and the lyrics are also there. As for this piece of music, although it is intermittent, based on the restoration of the audio, the restoration is still pretty good."
Mo Yuanshen read the poem carefully and felt it was very good, with the flavor of ancient Chinese literature.
Seeing him reading the text attentively, Lu Yuguo smiled and shook his head, then looked at the music score and tried playing the pipa.
But he would tune the piano after playing a few times and then continue playing.
Amid the beautiful sound of the pipa, Mo Yuanshen turned his head and quietly watched Lu Yuguo who was tuning the instrument carefully.
Until Lu Yuguo stopped, Mo Yuanshen asked expectantly: "Are you ready? I really want to hear you sing this song."
"Almost." Lu Yuguo said.
After hearing this, Mo Yuanshen sat up straight and prepared to listen carefully.
"Let me try to play the whole song first," said Lu Yuguo.
He sat upright holding the pipa, and with a flick of his fingers, the beautiful pipa sound flowed from his nimble fingers. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his face beaming with emotion, sometimes sad, sometimes enjoying.
Soon the song was finished, and Lu Yuguo asked, "Is it good?"
"It sounds good." Mo Yuanshen smiled and said, "You haven't sung yet."
"Just sing." Lu Yuguo cleared his throat.
The pipa began to play again, a three-part prelude. Lu Yuguo flicked his fingers on the pipa, and his voice, with a hint of operatic intonation, sang: "Three thousand beauties in the six palaces, dancing in colorful clothes and feathered robes, with slender waists, vying for a smile from the emperor..."
As the opera tune came out, Mo Yuanshen's eyebrows raised slightly, and goose bumps appeared all over his body again.
He raised his head slightly with a look of enjoyment, thinking that it was really beautiful, and this singing style was so unique, especially the sound of the word "窈窕", which was a bit charming and a bit seductive, and it made his heart melt.
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