Liu Bian is skeptical.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Bragging is not the patent of literati, and martial artists can brag more. Lu Bu has no culture, and the most proud thing is martial arts. He always talks about "Lu Bu among people" and does not tolerate anyone being stronger than him. Zhang Xiu happened to be the one who tied him with a draw, which was his biggest regret in his life. If he had not issued an edict to not allow Lu Bu to take the death, perhaps Zhang Xiu would have been deposed by him long ago.

For experts like them, if they have some concerns when fighting, their martial arts will naturally be greatly discounted. No matter how strong Lu Bu is, he is not as good as playing with Zhang Xiu on his palm. It is really not easy to win beautiful things without hurting Zhang Xiu.

No matter what, Zhang Xiu was unconscious and didn't know whether he could go on the battlefield tomorrow. He might have to count on Lu Bu to fight Guan Yu. At this moment, Liu Bian didn't want to attack Lu Bu, so he asked him to take a rest and prepare to go to fight tomorrow. Lu Bu responded and left excitedly.

After using dinner, Liu Bian studied the war with Huangfu Song according to his daily habits, learned some common sense of military use, returned to his palace, and summoned Cai Yan to teach the piano. Cai Yan played for a while, and Liu Bian suddenly frowned and waved his hand to signal Cai Yan to stop.

"Your Majesty, is it because I am not playing well?"

"No, the song is a good song, but... it's a little bored." Liu Bian scratched his temples and carefully chose the words. The girl had a strong sense of self-esteem and he didn't want to stimulate her. However, no matter how well she played, she was a little annoyed when she listened every day. Not only could she not be calm, but it was upset. "Can you... play me a light song?"

"Quick?" Cai Yan knew why Liu Bian was impatient. However, she knew the reason better than Liu Bian. She felt guilty for a moment, deliberately made a naughty look, and smiled: "What do Your Majesty want to hear?"

Liu Bian knew very little about the guqin, so how could he know such high-end classical music?

"You can do it, just don't be so bored." Liu Bian twisted his neck and shook his shoulders: "I'm almost suffocating when I listen to this "Guangling Jue" every day. Give me some relaxed and lively."

Cai Yan was a little embarrassed. Most of the songs she knew were of this kind of ancient songs. Even if it was light, it was not lively. She knew that there was a song that Liu Bian needed, but her father ordered her not to play to Liu Bian, and she was helpless for a moment. Seeing the little girl in a dilemma, Liu Bian laughed and said deliberately: "How about this, can you compose a song? I'll play a beat and you'll compose a paragraph now, how about it?"

Cai Yan had no choice but to nod, "I will try my best."

Liu Bian searched in his mind and suddenly realized that the memories of his previous life had become much less indifferent, and the pop songs he had remembered were a little lost. He thought for a long time before he remembered a song "Avoid" by the rock king Michael Jackson. He glanced at the petite and weak Cai Yan, and when he thought of the little girl singing rock with her waist and hips, he almost laughed out loud.

"Yeah, cough." Liu Bian coughed falsely: "I often dream of a song these days, which is very nice. Listen to it, can you write a new song for me?"

Cai Yan nodded and agreed without expecting him. Liu Bian hummed seriously, and beat his fingers on the table, humming the rock song. After hearing this, Cai Yan sat in front of the Qin desk, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and shook his head: "Your Majesty, I can't do it."

"Why?" Liu Bian had long known that she could not do it. No matter how genius Cai Yan was, he could not adapt a music of this rhythm into a guqin song. These were all two styles. However, he still looked at Cai Yan with a disappointed look.

"The artistic conception of this song cannot be expressed by the guqin." Cai Yan's eyes lit up: "However, if there is a small drum, I can try to compose a drum song."

Liu Bian smiled. There were no other drums in the military camp, and there were so many drums. He immediately asked someone to take a cowhide drum for the order. Cai Yan took the drum in his hand, recalling Liu Bian's rhythm with one hand, and slapped the cowhide drum while slapping it on the cowhide drum.

Seeing Cai Yan's little hands rising and falling on the cowhide drum, the familiar tune gradually took shape, Liu Bian was stunned. This little girl is too outrageous. It would be fine if she could remember the rhythm after listening to it. With her simple humming and beat, she could actually restore a drum-shaking song to the slight drum. Is this something that ordinary people can do?

This girl...can't she also realized her fate and entered the realm of a demigod?

Liu Bian stared at Cai Yan and looked around. Cai Yan was immersed in the realm of music and did not notice him. Tang Ying, who was beside him, couldn't help but pinch Liu Bian and said angrily: "Your Majesty, if you like it, you will be in the palace. Why should you be so impatient?"

"Ah?" Liu Bian was shocked and met Tang Ying's angry eyes. Then he woke up like a dream and quickly explained: "Yingzi, you misunderstood. I just felt... she was too smart. I just hummed and she could recover."

"Hmph, the daughter of Daru, of course she is smart."

"Uh..." Liu Bian was speechless, knowing that Tang Ying was jealous again. "That... A Yan, don't worry, when will you make a decision? Just tell me. I want to talk to Concubine Tang now, you can step down first."

Cai Yan blushed and went out with a cowhide drum. Her bedroom was on the side corridor, not far away. Liu Bian had very good ears. Even after closing the door, he could still hear Cai Yan adjusting the drum song. As he listened, he suddenly felt a little confused, and a string in his heart seemed to be plucked.

Tang Ying felt Liu Bian's distraction and was very dissatisfied: "Your Majesty..."

"Yingzi, listen." Liu Bian stretched out his finger and covered her lips: "Do you feel like you hitting your heart by listening to this drum sound?"

"I don't think it's the drum beats the heart, it's the drum beats the drum's hand touching the heart, right?" Tang Ying was angry, pushed Liu Bian away, wrapped her clothes, and lay beside her. Liu Bian smiled, reached out to bring her into her arms, and gently flicked her fingers and the rhythm of the drum song on her slippery shoulders. Tang Ying endured it for a moment, turned around, and hated Liu Bian: "It's not over, right? Go if you want to go. I don't dare to stop you, otherwise I will gain a reputation of jealousy and I can't afford it."

"Yingzi, you're too irritated." Liu Bian frowned: "Don't you just don't hear any weirdness?"

"The song is weird, but people are even weirder." Tang Ying pushed Liu Bian away, pulled the quilt over his head, and ignored Liu Bian. Liu Bian was speechless. He wanted to coax Tang Ying, but he couldn't let go of the drum beat. Unlike Tang Ying's indifferent attitude, he felt that the drum sound was a bit weird. He couldn't say what was weird.

After listening to it in the middle of the night, Liu Bian didn't understand what was in the drum song. He hugged Tang Ying and fell asleep in a daze. As soon as his eyes closed for a while, a palace maid suddenly came to report it, and Zhang Xiu had an abnormality.

As soon as Liu Bian sat up, a low roar suddenly came from his ear. Before he could react, Tang Ying beside him suddenly turned over and sat up, his eyes were frightened and cold sweat was spreading.

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