Princess Changle, sitting in the hall, did not use a bead curtain to cover her haggard face because of her recovery.

    At this time, he was holding Jiao Weiqin, just like a girl who got something she loved.

    Princess Changle raised her beautiful eyes. She was a little more happy on her expressionless face. Her eyes flashed a little expectation and looked at Tang Hao.

    "Tang Hao, what gift did you bring? Show me."

    As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of all the ministers on the hall gathered on Tang Hao.

    Li Wanqing knew that Tang Hao came empty handed. Facing the gaze of countless eyes, she lowered her head in shame and said in her heart.

    Tang Hao told him in advance that even if he was shy, he would send someone to prepare generous gifts.

    If you are ridiculed in this hall, I''m afraid your father will have no face to go to the early court in the future.

    Glancing at Tang Hao as if nothing had happened, Li Wanqing whispered a complaint.

    "Why didn''t you say it earlier? What can you do now?"

    But Tang Hao said quietly.

    "No harm."

    Then he got up and stood in the middle of the hall.

    "This... Tang Hao didn''t bring anything?"

    "Li''s son-in-law is so rude! Princess Fangchen came empty handed? Don''t you know how to be polite?"

    "Tang Hao is not going to do anything to save his royal highness, can he do whatever he wants?

    Listening to the instructions of the surrounding ministers, Yan Kaishan thought of Tang Hao making a fool of himself here, and his old face was more proud and laughed.

    "I said, Xiao Qi Wei, it''s too impolite for you to come here with empty hands? You won''t show off a few poems as if you were in the Yu house, and perfunctory the princess?"

    This sentence is right in Tang Hao''s heart.

    He had planned a masterpiece to be dedicated to the princess in the hall, but he was punctured by the Yin Kaishan in advance.

    The gift emphasizes a surprise. Since it is said by Yin Kaishan, no matter how good the poetry is in time, the effect will be greatly reduced.

    What''s more, Yan Kaishan''s perfunctory words made him unable to offer poems, otherwise he fell in Yan Kaishan''s arms.

    Tang Hao''s thoughts flew around, his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Qin held by Princess Changle, and a plan came into his heart.

    "The minister is preparing a gift for the princess, but this gift is not a poem, but a piece of piano music. I wonder if I can use the royal highness of the princess."

    Piano music?

    As soon as he said this, there was a burst of criticism on the hall.

    "Is it too disrespectful," said Tang Hao, the princess of the Royal Highness?

    "Oh! If he can play this natural sound string music, it''s OK. But Tang Hao has already been talented and spent a lot of time. How much time does he have to learn music? What good music can he play?"

    Display slight skill before an expert. "The princess is the most important. The queen of the princess and the eldest granddaughter, the piano, are the best in the palace. He even manages to play the trick in front of the two musicians."

    The king of Tang was full of confidence in his daughter''s piano art. Facing Tang Hao''s move, he looked unhappy and said in a deep voice.

    "Tang Hao, zhi''er is my beloved daughter. How can you be so perfunctory?"

    At this time, Princess Changle said.

    "Father emperor, I''ve never seen childe Tang play the piano. I''d like to hear it."

    The king of Tang suppressed his anger when he saw Princess Changle intercede for Tang Hao.

    Princess Changle ordered someone to bring the futon table and put the piano in front of Tang Hao.

    Tang Hao sat on the futon, arranged the piano and took a deep breath. Ten fingers gently held the string, and a soft and pleasant smell lingered in his mind. Tang Hao slowly closed his eyes, and a familiar feeling came from his ten fingers, which seemed to be an old friend who had been away for ten years.

    Ten fingers flick, gently close, slowly twist, wipe and pick again. The ethereal piano music whirls around the hall like a hairspring. The faint virtual sound and the noisy real sound echo each other. Suddenly, a towering mountain looms and appears from time to time, surrounded by clouds and mist.

    Gradually, the sound of the piano becomes clear, gurgling and clanking, like the cold current in the secluded world, as cold as the trickle of pine roots.

    Such as song melody, long and melodious, like running water.

    The extremely boiling and surging view looks like a dragon roaring. Listen carefully. It''s like sitting in a dangerous boat across Wuxia. It''s dizzy and thrilling. I almost suspect that I''m running to the mountains and competing for rivers.

    This song is played by others. No matter how exquisite it is, it is difficult to describe the essence.

    But Tang Hao was different. At this time, it was like Bo Ya alive. The whole score was natural. One song seemed like a towering mountain in front of him, and one song seemed like running water in his ear.

    Unknowingly, all the officials in the temple were immersed in the mountains and rivers, like being on the scene and forgetting to return.

    After a song, Tang Hao gently held the trembling string with his ten fingers and stood up slowly.

    The sound lingered around the beam and roamed between the mountains and rivers. It took them a long time to slowly return to God.

    Princess Changle slowly opened her eyes and looked at Tang Hao, who stood proudly in the hall. Her eyes were full of shock and her heart whispered.

    "Unexpectedly, Tang Hao''s attainments in piano music have reached the peak. Unexpectedly, he has never seen or heard of his playing. He is so proficient in piano skills!"