Marshal Du Nankanuobu's face turned red to black in an instant, his eyes turned into copper bells, and sparks almost spewed out from his nostrils.

He stared fiercely at the **** Jongpo Bangse, and how could Jongpo Bangse be afraid of this brainless guy.

This foolish and vulgar martial artist dared to compete with his resourceful and eloquent self for credit, of course Jongpo Bangse was not happy.

"Why, does Marshal Du think that with your wisdom, you can get rid of the Tang soldiers who even Da Lun and Ge Sang Yuben can't resist?"

"Jongpo Bangse! What do you mean by that? You underestimate me, don't you?"

"hehe…"

There was a crisp breaking sound, followed by the deep roar of Songtsan Gampo.

"enough!"

"Who dares to continue roaring in the big tent?!"

"Zanpu, I don't dare." Marshal Namkhan Norbu hurriedly bowed down to the ground in fear, but couldn't help but glared viciously at Jongpo Bangse next to him.

"I don't dare, please Zanpu calm down." Qiongbo Bangse saw the flickering fierce light in Songtsan Gampo's eyes at the moment, his heart shuddered, and he quickly lowered his head.

"Retire, I have to think about it." Songtsan Gambo sized up the two of them for a long time, and finally waved his hands sullenly.

After a group of important officials retreated outside the big tent, Songtsan Gampo quickly raised his hand, covered his heart and breathed in the fresh air.

But at this moment, the face was already covered with cold sweat from pain.

With the help of the attendant, Songtsan Gampo lay down slowly, closed his eyes and rested for a long time until he finally felt no more uncomfortable.

Only then did he barely sit up again. "Tell Marshal Du to let him in."

After a short time, Namkan Norbu, who seemed a little uneasy, walked quickly into the big tent, and gave a respectful and deep salute.

"What's Zamp's order?"

Songtsan Gampo got up and walked around the desk, came to the burly Nankan Norbu, raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly and said softly.

"Nankan Norbu, you are my most trusted subject, now, I can only rely on you.

I will hand over 20,000 cavalry to you, and I want you to rush back to Luoxi City as quickly as possible, no matter what happens. "

"You are not even allowed to fight, as long as you can keep the capital, you are a great achievement." Hearing this, Cheng Chubi smacked his mouth, stepped forward and slapped Fang Jun on the shoulder again, and lowered his voice road.

"Be nervous, close your eyes, and the whole world will only be left with you and your music."

"You have to tell yourself that you are born for music, and they will only become admirers of your singing."

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Amidst Cheng Chubi's babbling and wailing, Fang Jun finally cheered up again, and finally strode forward without being so nervous.

Li Shimin also finally saw clearly the Cheng's pipa that Fang Jun copied in his bosom. It was as long as a flat gourd cut open in the middle, with a wooden stick inserted in the middle.

Well, it is indeed a product of the Cheng family, just like the "Shunliu Nursery Rhymes of Hundred Surnames", it is so different.

Li Shimin smiled and walked forward with his hands behind his hands. "Oh, what is this? It's Cheng's Pipa?"

Hearing what Li Shimin said, Cheng Chubi of course wanted to defend his work.

First, he plucked a few chords like a show of skill, and then he explained triumphantly under Li Shimin's astonished gaze.

"Yes, uncle, this is my nephew's plucking instruments with sound holes, which I borrowed from Datang's series of plucking instruments."

"...Stop talking nonsense with the old man, hurry up, the old man has to listen carefully, what kind of flavor can this kid sing a little song."

Seeing this kid's posture of raising his tail to the sky, Li Shimin was immediately unhappy. With a muffled snort, he turned his head away.

A trace of curiosity arose in my heart, but I didn't expect that Cheng's pipa, which looks like a flat gourd, has a tone that is quite different from today's plucking instruments.

"...Brother, come on." Cheng Chubi, who was stunned by Li Shimin for no reason, took a deep breath.

Let it go, he will let him be strong, and the bright moon will shine on the river.

There are so many people who don't talk about martial arts, so there's no need to worry about it, just be a little more Buddhist.

Play the Great Mercy and Great Compassion Mantra back to refresh yourself, refresh your mind and calm your mind.

Li Ke, His Royal Highness the King of Wu with a face like a crown of jade, was sitting on the floor, with the precious guqin on his lap.

Fang Jun stood at the front and picked up the Cheng's pipa in his hand, while Cheng Chubi was the guitarist and lead singer of the non-professional heavy metal rock band.

Knowing how to cooperate with each other, he stood obliquely behind Fang Jun, only showing half of his stern face to the audience in front.

By the way, remind Fang Jun in a low voice. "What are you doing in a daze, close your eyes, brew your emotions, and imagine that you are in that snowstorm right now..."

Hearing Brother Chu Bi standing behind him full of flirtatious words, Fang Jun helplessly rolled his eyes and closed them.

Well, amidst brother Chu Bi's chattering voice, Fang Jun's heart, which had been jumping happily just now, finally gradually calmed down.

Then, with the fingers of one hand pressed against the strings, the other hand began to play.

The original low-pitched discussion gradually subsided, and the eldest princesses, princesses, and their attendants all looked at this side intently.

After Li Ke sat on the ground, he plucked the strings and leaned forward and backward, thinking he was very chic and calm.

But in the eyes of his own father, who had a bad impression of them, he always felt that this kid was running around like a hare whose legs were caught in a trap, but he couldn't escape.

Fang Jun closed his eyes and raised his head, groping and plucking the strings like a blind man. As for Cheng Sanlang, he arched his head and bent over to accompany the accompaniment as if there was something wrong with his cervical spine.

When the sound of exotic music began to reverberate on the banks of Bashui, Fang Jun pursed his lips, and finally opened his voice and sang loudly.

"The first snow in the fifteenth year of Zhenguan..."

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That hoarse and emotional ~lightnovelpub.net~ high-pitched voice that can touch people's hearts echoes on the shore of the Hanba Bridge.

The lyrics are too straightforward, but after performing with his very characteristic voice, it is memorable.

Li Shimin and Empress Changsun were stunned at the beginning, but later they enjoyed and appreciated them. They have to admit that this kid really has a good voice.

Gao Yang stared blankly at Fang Jun who was singing loudly. Accompanied by the touching melody, the singing voice that made his heart throbbing seemed to stir his heartstrings again.

Li Mingda looked at the third brother Cheng who had a deliberately cold expression and would shake his head from time to time when he was playing the instrument.

Almost laughing, sweet and proud in my heart.

Although the elder brother of the Fang family sang extremely well, don't forget that the biggest hero is third elder brother Cheng.

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