My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 058: Grand Concerto

PS: Shit! It's so unfair to start with! As an unsigned book, more than 100,000 words were rejected directly on the second day of Sanjiang's application. At this rate, I'm afraid I didn't even look at the direct background rule: 100,000 words were not signed. The veto rule was denied... I'm not happy.

PS1: Well, it turns out my king is the best! It's decided, push my king! The most loving thing about privilege of nobility... don't tell me you don't know what privilege of nobility is... the first night ~

PS2: Finally, thank the reader “zhurong110” for his enthusiasm, then I know that Joan is not my king, but she is still going to show up ~

"a.e.home" describes the hero Beowulf after the legendary one, the queen who experienced the two kings' mourning songs, accompanied by a lamenting harp, filled with memories, great descriptions of the hero and the sadness of the late twilight of the hero, of course, more is the warmth of the hero when he comes home, the happiness of being with his parents, friends, brothers, even if he is a hero, but he is still a mortal, the pain of crying, the laughter, the missed home, the mistake of the same, surrounded by such a mortal hero song, everyone listens as drunk, even those powerful people can't bear to relatives.

One song was drummed by the people, one more song, another screaming, watching the interest, with citizens' kerosene lamps surrounded by a row of red-leaved people, Keiral smiled slightly, told you to come out, it would be trouble.

With a slight indulgence, he continued to play the harp and shook his head and sang:

“You have no courage to face the devil when you are a desolate girl ~”

“You have the courage to face death without the courage to resist the ugly fear ~”

“Have you ever thought of a girl in a cold wasteland in your happy and productive life?”

“They are desolate, lonely, silver-eyed and beautiful, but they are seen as enemies of mankind.”

Hercules is his famous song, "Demon Poetry", heard his clear singing, except the people of Red Leaf Ridge, but even the swords as guardians closed their eyes to hear, this song, whenever to hear, there is a feeling that makes people want to cry. Sitting under the Keiral ladder, Dinesha stopped smiling and frowned, closing her eyes, listening in peace to Keiral's performance, no matter which sword heard the song, dumped it for Keiral, even if life was at stake.

Keiral sang not a song, but a whisper and a shout deep in his soul.

The song gradually came to an end, but Keiral turned at the last note, the flowing harp slowly flowed, and after a brewing, the very famous harp song "CecileCorbel - paintedveil" in future generations finally sounded in Keiral, the tune was very fast, for this era is still in love, the poetry array soft way of singing, Keiral's fast-paced song has no power to shock the soul.

“Bailey, keep playing with the notes.” Keiral screamed, stopping the harp, Belly held the harp next to Keiral and played it up, and Altoria took a wooden guitar with Keiral's eyes on it.

The two play together in a timeless way, and this is a legend for Kerall!

But it's not over! Kerall played for a while before shouting, “Jeannie!” Gierney, Kerall's fourth disciple, in charge of music culture.

Listen to Kerall, Gierney, a girl with silver hair who stands up with Kerall: "Just keep playing at the pace you just played. ”

The silver-haired girl with the guitar started playing.

Vertical flute.

The fifth disciple, Roccal, stood up and continued the grand symphony.

Triangle iron.

The first disciple, Agnes, took over the triangle iron and upgraded the grand concerto.

One disciple after the other stood up from the crowd, as had been said in advance, but who knew that it was nothing more than a temporary gesture from Kerall, and the reason they stood up one by one was merely through the acquiescence that had been fostered over the past decade?

The Red Leaf people did help, and a small stage was artificially created by a disciple who passed on kerosene lamps and gathered in Kerall to stand up and play music.

From rhythm to joy to speed to excitement, the overall clarity is Kerall playing the Celtic harp!

“The people here… are united.” There are only a dozen young people on the whole scene who are lined with kerosene lamps playing human paradise with all kinds of instruments, even the king of nervous jerks exclaims himself, "Perhaps… they are invincible.” Looking at the squares of hundreds of thousands of people, the roofs are full of people, but no one makes a sound, only the performers are happy and happy performers, it has to be said that this strength of hundreds of thousands of people, even if Macedonia leans on them, killing everyone here is not going to make them give in?

For the first time, Alexander, who was uneducated, had eaten a knife and raised this feeling for the first time, and he urgently needed a war to regain his confidence, believing that an independent Greece in the country would be a good sharpening stone.

“I'm going to be such a monarch... I'm going to be such a monarch... I'm going to be such a monarch who enjoys being worshipped by the people, and talent is like art in itself...” I look away and look at Keralna around the shadow of a pale white light, her goals suddenly become clear, and the feeling of obscurity of the past finally erupts: “I don't want to be a mother's chess, I don't want to be a puppet emperor, I don't want to be a puppet! I'm going to do this, I'm going to do this, I'm going to turn Rome into such a city state, I'm going to turn Rome into such a country!! ”

The hazy hope was finally clear, the ambition was finally awakened, and looking at such a harmonious scene, a tyrant who had once been controlled like a puppet, wearing an endless stigma, was finally awakened, and the bloodthirsty watched the people enjoy themselves, and the people returned to the Red Leaf Ridge, and she found her own way.

“Well, the last song.” Kerall smiled and held the Celtic harp up with a finger.

“Arietty the little man who borrowed something. ”

“I 'm.14.yuears.old, I 'pretty ~” directly adapted the Japanese version of the lyrics, and Kerall sang without pressure, believing.

To be honest, this song is excellent, especially after a Celtic harp...

Slowly put down the instrument in his hand, Kerall's disciples listened softly to the name of the teacher, in fact the brother's song, crisp, in a period of changing voice, Kerall easily sang the arrietty 's.sony peak in the most sensual place, without effort, idle walking.

The end of the song.

When Kerall straightened the Celtic harp, the applause rang like a tide.

Kerall shook his hand with a smile and walked into the inner city with his own escort. Everyone knew he was going to see his parents and walked home with a blessed smile.

Bye-bye sweet and sweet living in Nebula's father and mother, Keiral shook his head and rode the unicorn with a bitter smile on his way home, the two of them had completely fallen into the world of two people, intending to add another brother or sister to Keiral by the age of sixty, completely throwing away the family and business to him, for the two of them to fuck, Keiral seemed to see an axillary witch in an ideal country unrestrained smile: “Officer ~ give me some. ”

Shaking his head, Kerall was distracted by his mind, but he was shocked by a loud drink...

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