Chapter 147 Suona Sounds 7

"You know how to be the king of musical instruments?" Emperor Yuan Chun immediately became interested, "I have never seen the king of musical instruments before, but today is an eye-opener!"

Wen Nuo bounced to the musician and muttered something.

Song Zhao didn't even have time to stop it.

I saw the musician pull out an old long box.

Wen Nuo came to the hall with the box in his hands.

Everyone looked at her curiously.

In the next second, she calmly... took out a suona!

Everyone: I was terrified!

The queen's complexion changed slightly, "Is this the king of musical instruments you mentioned?"

Wen Nuo raised her head, "That's right, my little girl thinks that there is no musical instrument in this world that can compare to the power of the suona, it is the king of musical instruments that is well-deserved!"

The queen was speechless.

She almost used all the demeanor of the mother of a country to restrain the impulse of the lion's roar!

She doesn't understand that musical instruments are not the king of musical instruments.

All she knew was that the suona was used for funerals.

When the suona sounds, it is very unlucky!

Just trying to tactfully persuade Yuan Chundi not to listen.

Emperor Yuanchun stood up excitedly and clapped his hands, as if he had never seen the world before, "This suona is indeed the king of musical instruments. I have never heard of it or seen it."

The officials were silent.

Their families are all dead, so they naturally know Suona.

This thing is not dead yet, so of course he doesn't know.

But do they dare to remind?

The third prince's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "This is the first time this prince has seen such a fresh musical instrument, what are you waiting for, hurry up and play!"

Wen Nuo smiled at Mimi.

She puffed up her cheeks and blew hard on the suona.

A high-pitched, majestic voice suddenly sounded!

Emperor Yuan Chun had just picked up the teacup, but hadn't even drank it yet.

The hoarse suona sound scared him and threw the teacup out.

Wen Nuo didn't realize it, and the blowing became more and more vigorous.

The voice was ups and downs, heart-piercing.

All the officials were in a trance.

Listening to the sad suona sound, it seems to remind them that it's Ching Ming Festival and it's time to go to the grave.

Song Zhao covered his face.

Crazy hints to the sisters to stop, but the sisters are blowing especially high...

In the audience, only the third prince was interested in Wen Nuo's performance.

"It's so shocking! This prince will do it too!"

Suddenly he had an idea, ran to the musician and brought a big drum.

Then stood beside Wen Nuo, beating drums and singing excitedly.

Suona + Dagu, this made the suffering of everyone even worse!

However, Wen Nuo and the third prince cooperated very actively as if they had found a good news.

You come and go, like a funeral duo.

The sense of substitution is too strong.

There seemed to be a familiar song in everyone's ears:

As soon as the song is played and the cloth is covered, the whole village is waiting for the food to be served, crying and crying, lifting it, and the heels are white.

The firecrackers sounded, the suona was blown, the front was lifted, and the back chased. As soon as the coffin was released and the soil was buried, relatives and friends began to cry.

Wen Nuo wiped his forehead, and gave the third prince a thumbs up during the break, "Third prince, I think you have great potential, and you are worthy of my partner. We are going to be a funeral duo to travel the rivers and lakes. stage name."

The third prince played heartily, "Okay, okay!"

"My name is Shangguan Nanbei, and your name is Sima Dongxi!"

"The prince agrees."

The queen looked ugly and wished she could plug her ears.

The prince couldn't bear to look directly at him, and said to Emperor Yuanchun, "Father, this suona is played with drumming for the funeral of the dead. Brother Sanhuang is too unruly, do you want to send everyone away immediately?"

Emperor Yuanchun coughed, feeling really upset, but the performer was his favorite young son after all.

As a father, you have to give your son face.

So I tried to squeeze out a smile, "Isn't this very nice? As an older brother, you should be full of love and encouragement for your younger brother's performance, and it's not worth pouring cold water on!"

Prince, "..."

At this moment, the excited third prince who was beating the drum suddenly twitched and fell down convulsively.