The General's Little Peasant Wife

Ning Meng Yao gently pluck the single string zither, the corner of her mouth curled up, Qiao Tian Chang who was by her side could sense she was feeling joyful at that moment.

But he also wished to see how a single string zither was played.

It wasn't only Qiao Tian Chang, even the people by the side couldn't hold in their curiosity, with all wondering how a single string zither was played?

The crowd's curious gaze landed on Ning Meng Yao's zither which placed on her lap, she gently plucked the zither sting, the alluring tune sounded out, shocking the crowd. There were many people present who had studied the zither, but nobody was able to play such a good tune with a single string zither.

At that moment, they seemed to have understood why Ning Meng Yao said Wei Zi Xin's zither playing was immature and childish.

In front of such a masterful performance, nobody would call Wei Zi Xin's performance excellent.

Wei Ke Xin's eyes were filled with shock as she looked at the woman beside Qiao Tian Chang, she had a calm expression and was not bothered with the crowd, it was as if her surroundings could not distract her focus, she was fully focused on the zither in her hands.

Qiao Tian Chang looked at Ning Meng Yao in an infatuated manner, it seemed that she was really outstanding.

Ning Meng Yao had a peaceful expression, and her eyes were partially closed, it was as if she was enjoying the music.

On the high platform, Wei Zi Xin's face turned was green and white. Although everyone present were immersed in Ning Meng Yao's tune, she was aware that the moment the music stopped, she would become everyone's target of contempt.

She could not allow Ning Meng Yao to succeed. That's right.

With such thoughts, Wei Zi Xin seemed to had gone mad and picked up the zither by her side and threw it towards Ning Meng Yao: "Go and die!"

Qiao Tian Chang's gaze turned cold, he used one hand to easily stop and grab the approaching zither and looked coldly at Wei Zi Xin.

"Minister Wei, I am waiting for your explanation regarding this," Qiao Tian Chang's voice was like a melody played in the severe winter snow, it gave others a bitter cold feeling.

The crowd never imagined Wei Zi Xin to be such a sore loser, her skills could not be compared to others yet she had ended up committing such an act.

They looked at Ning Meng Yao and she was not interrupted in the least, instead, the sounds of the zither were even more melodious.

"Hurry up and look, there are many birds on the tree," It was not known who suddenly exclaimed.

At that moment, the crowd realized there were many birds perched upon the surrounding trees, their heads were tilted as if listening with great focus to a feast of music.

Out of a sudden, the zither tune changed, the birds in the trees spread their wings and flew, dancing in the field. It was as if they were Ning Meng Yao's musical accompaniment.

Not long after, several colorful butterflies joined the birds.

Xiao Qi Tian was stunned as he looked at the birds and butterflies, his gaze was filled with astonishment.

He had heard before that some tunes of the zither was able to attract birds but had never seen it before. Right now, however, he was able to witness such a sight.

It was really beautiful and even felt somewhat illusory.

Xiao Zi Xuan stared blankly at Ning Meng Yao, her expression was slightly distorted, she could not believe she had such zither skills.

How could there be someone who was able to attract birds and butterflies when playing the zither?

However, that was not the most surprising thing, the most surprising part was the dancing butterflies, which had unknowingly flown to Ning Meng Tao's side and circled around her as they danced. The people in the surroundings, as well as Qiao Tian Chang, were thoroughly absorbed into the music.

Ning Meng Yao in a light blue dress, sitting on the chair with zither on her lap, and different butterflies circling around her. The current her was no different from fairies.

Ning Meng Yao who was playing the zither suddenly stopped. She lifted her hand a little, and a butterfly gently landed on the tip of her finger.

Everyone who saw that engraved the scene in their hearts.

It was the first time the crowd did not speak, and they did not disturb her as well. They just simply watched.

The corner of Ning Meng Yao's mouth curled up. She gently stroked the butterfly's wings: "Go on, fly," She urged the butterfly that was on her finger.

The butterfly flew up high and gradually flew away.

The remaining butterflies flew away as well, and after the butterflies left, the birds started leaving too. Only a skylark remained.

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