This song belongs to the female part. Zhang Lin sang it in a male voice, which is quite challenging. He must open his voice to sing it out. Moreover, in this vast square, facing so many audiences without the blessing of the sound of the sound of the sound of the pipa and qin, if he sang leisurely as usual, the song would probably be drowned in the sound of the pipa and qin, and few people could hear it clearly.

While Zhang Lin was singing and dancing, pulling his throat and roaring, everyone widened their eyes, putting up their ears, and listening silently.

A rough singing method like Zhang Lin is the first time for everyone on the scene to see it. It is inevitable that there is a sense of freshness, uniqueness and strangeness. Some people really guessed in their hearts that this person came from Persia or a barbarian country in the Western Regions? Otherwise, why did his style on stage be completely different from other persons?

The sound of the pipa is like the floating clouds in the sky, floating around and erratic; the sound of the pipa is loud and echoing clearly over the entire square, like rain and snow.

"Ku tuk ~" The drum sound is sonorous and powerful, and it can shake the rain and clouds at any time and clear the clouds and see the sun; the three can be combined to make the flowing clouds flow and the sky is seamless.

With the melody of the pipa and guzheng and the nodes of the drums, Zhang Lin stretched his limbs and danced his arms, gradually entering the role, singing loudly:

“

Holding flowers in your left hand and dancing with your right hand

A thousand years of snow fell between the eyebrows

A tear

Turn into a spring

”

When singing this stanza, Zhang Lin's voice was raised by octaves, which was very high and sharp, and it was inevitable that he would have some damage to the vocal cords, but in order to achieve the effect, he took the initiative to do so.

A scene of vast sky, vast earth, and white snow suddenly emerged in the listener's mind with the singing.

“

Pointing to Yue with his left hand, holding the cup with his right hand

Taste a pot of sake and watch the cranes travel around the clouds

In the moonlight

Your face ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

...

”

It is like an immortal standing on the top of Kunlun, singing, and his voice is ethereal and illusory. It is transmitted into the ears of the audience through the ethereal and fog of clouds and fog, which makes them feel both a kind of sorrow of tearing with red scarves and green sleeves, and a kind of pride with a clear mind. There are many feelings in their hearts.

Wu Zetian on the high platform listened to Zhang Lin's lyrics and felt a lot of joy in her heart, and tears were lit in her eyes; Princess Yiyang was filled with tears in her eyes, and she thought a lot of things in her heart; Li Xian, the King of Luling, who had been lowering her head and silently, finally raised her eyelids and looked at Zhang Lin in surprise, but at the first glance, she saw the phoenix-headed guitar in front of her, and the guitar in front of her, and the guitar in the phoenix-headed guitar and the playing technique were quite familiar, so he felt suspicious and couldn't help but stare at the back of Guer carefully.

Princess Taiping has never left Zhang Lin since Zhang Lin used Turkic language to talk to the Turkic envoys. After listening to the lyrics of the latter, she learned about the latter's ambitions. She gradually formed an idea in her heart. Not all people have no ambitions in the capital. This person must be different from ordinary people. No wonder she could make a deafening suggestion that "daughters can also inherit the great throne."

As for the Persian woman playing the guzheng on the stage and the old man playing the drums, Princess Taiping didn't think about it. It could be judged by the instruments and the playing techniques in their hands that they must be the two little naughty men who escaped from her mansion into the palace. She could tell this when they started playing.

She looked up nervously at Wu Zetian on the platform. The latter had been watching the wonderful performances on the stage with great interest, and did not seem to notice the abnormality of the identity of the accompanior, which made Princess Taiping breathe a little relieved. When she was relieved, she was thinking in her heart, how could these two guys know Zhang Lin and how could they be willing to accompany the latter? But she couldn't even figure it out, and in the end she was too lazy to think about it, and attributed this to the will of heaven: Zhang Lin inadvertently helped her, and Sanlang and Guer were willing to accompany him. Perhaps this was the will of heaven?

When Princess Taiping saw through the identities of Sanlang and Guer, Xue Ziyi, who was on the ceremonial seat, also guessed that this was not because he was more familiar with the first two than others, but because he liked to observe, ponder and think deeply about many things.

Sanlang, Guer, and Shangguan Wan'er are willing to accompaniment for Zhang Lin. Such high-standard combinations are unprecedented and no one to come. This kind of honor is not to give in to the glory of Goro Liulang being flattered by the two princes of Wu just now, and it is even more brilliant and glorious. While Xue Ziyi figured it out, his heart was filled with impressed contempt and extreme envy for Zhang Lin. Shiwulang's face was too great. It was so big that he could wrap half of the sky that he could simply wrap up half of the sky!

The drum beat stopped, and the sound of the pipa became low and quiet again, like a whisper, and the sound of the pipa became soothing and quiet.

This is a transition, Zhang Lin squinted his eyes and brewed his emotions, waiting to sing the second half of the verse.

The first half of the verse is a process of testing the waters for Zhang Lin. There is no sound support or subtitles prompt, and he is very nervous. His singing rhythm is not very good, and his passion and momentum are not completely injected into the singing. He himself is not very satisfied.

He put all his hopes in the second half of the verse...

When singing the second half of the verse, his voice rose by octave again, as if he had become a person, passionate and energetic, full of strength, blood, passion, sadness, sadness, and sadness, as if he was a monster transformed from a lowly loach and an extremely noble dragon.

He waved his arms, as if he had the momentum to smooth out Kunlun Mountain; he raised his arms as if he could break through the entire sky; he stood there, like the rock of Dinghai after the decay of the sea; he roared to the sky like thunder piercing the sky.

“

The left hand turns into feathers and the right hand becomes scaled dots

A certain world is on the clouds and a certain world is in the forest

May you use a grain of dust as you like

Appearing in all worlds

”

When playing, Shangguan Wan'er and Gu'er had crystal tears in their eyes. Because as players, they can directly understand the deep emotions and distant artistic conception contained in the song from the melody of the song.

As for Saburo, he was too young and didn't have so many complicated emotions. He just felt it was fun and refreshing, so he devoted himself to it. He left Dunzi unknowingly, hugged his waist drum and wandered around the field, pounding the drum face in various positions, mainly cutting and wiping, and at the same time he danced, shook his head and shook his wigs all over his head.

When she noticed the Persian woman playing the guzheng for Zhang Lin and the little old man playing the waist drum on the stage, a strange look appeared in Wu Zetian's eyes. She felt that this situation looked familiar, but she didn't understand the familiar reason. Her focus was on Zhang Lin and she did not study the accompanior in depth.

At this moment, Zhang Lin's eyes crossed the sky above the square and looked in a very distant place. He seemed to see the vast mountains covered with snow, and also saw the white crane spread its wings and swims on the sea of ​​clouds, and saw the low self in his previous life, the embarrassment of running away since he entered the palace, and also the scene of heroes in the world worshiping one after another in the future...

When the people at the scene heard this, there were some people who were in a daze, some people who were thinking, and some people who were in tears.

Saburo, who was constantly shaking his head on the stage, suddenly the wig on his head was thrown off and landed on the ground covered with a scarlet carpet...

"Ah... it's Saburo!" Wu Zetian took a breath of air conditioning!

After the wig fell, Sanlang showed his black hair like a dark cloud on his head, and the mask on his face looked too fake. Black hair, small hands, and waist drums. If you can't judge Sanlang's identity, Wu Zetian would not be Wu Zetian.

How could Saburo appear here? And with such a funny actor's appearance? This was beyond her expectations!
Chapter completed!