Divine Doctor Abandoned Empress: Voice of Fate
Mostly because of the excellent dancers and singers from certain places, some literati went there not for prostitution but for music and dance.
"Can you really compose music?" The old procuress was somewhat skeptical.
Lan Ya nodded: "Please get me an ancient zither, Old Mother."
She still knows some guqin, compared to the guqin her violin is played best, unfortunately she hasn't had time to make a small reminder that requires a little bit of capital.
The old procuress waved her hand, and the girls behind her brought out a guqin, placing it in front of Lan Ya.
Lan Ya didn't hesitate, stretched out her hand to try the sound of the guqin, and it wasn't bad. She placed both hands on the ancient zither, her fingers slightly hooking the strings, producing beautiful music.
A string of music flowed from her fingertips, and the sound was so pleasant.
But with a hint of resentment, with a hint of bleakness, Lan Ya didn't know what piece to play for a while, the most impressive piece in her mind was Beethoven's violin sound 'Fate'
She changed the original violin piece to a guqin, and that fate was not bleak. Perhaps it was Lan Ya's heartfelt emotions that brought out her inner sadness for a while.
Her fingers danced across the strings with increasing dexterity and speed, as if the instrument under her fingertips was an outlet for her pent-up emotions. The music grew faster and more urgent, drawing the crowd into a state of heightened tension.
The voice that was so sorrowful and wanted to cry just now is somewhat anxious at this moment.
"Clang......" Lan Ya's hands suddenly slapped the guqin, and the sound came to an abrupt halt.
Lanya's breath was a bit disordered, and her fingers moved slightly: "Sorry, I lost focus."
She was indeed distracted, and the melody of fate stirred up her inner confusion, further disturbing her emotions.
The old procuress listened attentively, and this was the first time she had heard such a tune. Although it was a bit rushed towards the end, at this moment she absolutely believed that the person in front of her was a master composer.
"What's this tune?" asked the old procuress with delight.
Under the black veil, Lan Ya lowered her eyelids: "I won't compose this piece for you, if you're willing to cooperate, I'll compose more pleasant and beautiful pieces for you."
This melody is elegant, expressing the voice of her heart, and it's also one she loves the most.
The old woman hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said: "Alright, alright, but the price..."
"A song for 500 taels." Lan Ya's voice was somewhat pale.
"Five hundred taels? You think five hundred taels is nothing......" The old procuress was shocked, a sum of five hundred taels, five hundred taels was the income of her Chunse Garden for several days, and she really couldn't bear to part with it.
"No haggling, either it works or it doesn't." She hated dragging things out.
The old procuress thought for a moment, gritted her teeth: "Alright, let's do it this way."
She didn't want such a talented person to go to another kindergarten!
Lan Ya nodded: "From now on, I'll have Yaru Xiang deliver the score and collect the payment at the same time."
"Alright, it's settled then." The madam also seemed a bit delighted, thinking that all the flower houses' tunes were generally the same, and competition was only about who performed better.
From now on, Chunse Garden's tunes are particularly special, isn't that going to suppress other flower houses alive? The new tune is so novel that it's feared no one will come.
Lan Ya left Chunse Garden with a hint of excitement. Quzi was abundant in modern times, but it had become a rare thing in this era. One quzi cost 500 taels, and 500 taels were a lot.
In this era, five hundred taels are enough for a poor family to live on for a lifetime.
Thinking of this, Lan Ya shook her head. There are rich and poor everywhere, the law of heaven is cyclical, where there is poverty, there is wealth, where there is wealth, there is nobility.
