Chapter 318 The Voice of the God of War, Playing "Guangling San"

Lin Wanwan's half-joking remark, "Baby was scared," actually caused Xiao Che to fall into deep self-reflection.

For two days in a row, the impassioned "imperial voice" never rang out again in the study of Kunning Palace. Although Xiao Che was still with Lin Wanwan, he quietly reviewed the memorials, occasionally glancing at her belly with a complicated look, as if he were pondering some extremely profound philosophical question.

Lin Wanwan was happy to have some peace and quiet, thinking that the expectant father had finally given up on his unreliable prenatal education plan and found a way to coexist peacefully with the "genius" imperial offspring.

However, she clearly underestimated an emperor's obsession with "educating the next generation" and... his thought process.

On the afternoon of the third day, just when Lin Wanwan thought she could spend another lazy afternoon in peace, Xiao Che suddenly put down his vermilion brush and solemnly announced to her, "Wanwan, I have thought it over and over again."

Lin Wanwan's mind immediately went into overdrive: "Your Majesty... what earth-shattering plan have you devised this time?"

“I believe,” Xiao Che said seriously, “that the books on Sun Tzu’s Art of War and Han Feizi that we read the other day were indeed too profound and premature for the fetus. I was too hasty.”

He actually admitted he was wrong? Lin Wanwan was somewhat surprised.

"So..." she asked tentatively, "you're planning to give up?"

"Not so!" Xiao Che's eyes rekindled that familiar glint of "restlessness." "I believe the problem lies not in the content, but in the form! Simple reading is too dry and fails to capture the essence of power struggles and warfare! I've decided to adopt a more engaging approach!"

He paused, then said in an artistic tone, "I want to cultivate their decisive and ruthless imperial spirit through music!"

Music? To cultivate a decisive and ruthless spirit?

Lin Wanwan's mind flashed back to the song "Ambush from Ten Sides," which had almost blown the roof off earlier. Her temples began to throb, and she felt that she was about to face an auditory torture even more "stimulating" than listening to "The Art of War."

Sure enough, without saying a word, Xiao Che pulled her along and moved to the small music hall in Kunning Palace, which was used for playing banquet music.

He dismissed all the musicians and palace servants who were supposed to serve him, leaving only Lin Wanwan. The entire music hall seemed empty and quiet, with only the afternoon sun casting dappled shadows on the floor through the carved window lattices.

Xiao Che personally helped Lin Wanwan sit on a comfortable recliner covered with thick brocade cushions, and considerately covered her with a thin blanket, saying softly, "Just sit quietly and listen attentively."

After doing all this, he turned around and walked to the precious "Jiaowei" guqin in the center of the music hall.

He straightened the hem of his dragon robe, slowly sat down, and his slender fingers gently brushed across the strings of the zither. His posture was elegant and composed, exuding an innate nobility, like a serene and serene painting.

Looking at him like this, Lin Wanwan's ominous premonition subsided slightly.

She thought that playing the piano was always more pleasant to listen to than reciting military strategy. Perhaps his playing of "Ambush from Ten Sides" last time was just a whim, and this time he would choose a piece like "High Mountains and Flowing Water" or a famous piece like "Wild Geese Descending on the Sandbank"? That would also be a kind of enjoyment.

Xiao Che tested the sound, then looked up and gave Lin Wanwan a look that said, "Are you ready?"

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and his entire aura changed abruptly in that instant!

If he was just a moment ago an elegant and composed young nobleman, then now he is like a general about to go to the battlefield, exuding a sharp and murderous aura.

His fingers moved!

"Zheng—!"

A sharp and powerful note from the piano, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, suddenly rang out!

The sound was nothing like the peaceful and melodious sound Lin Wanwan had expected. Instead, it was full of the clanging of swords and the first beat of war drums!

Lin Wanwan was startled by the sudden sound, and her heart skipped a beat.

Immediately afterwards, a series of notes, as rapid as a sudden rain and full of murderous intent, poured out from Xiao Che's fingertips!

This is nowhere near as "High Mountains and Flowing Water"!

This is clearly the famous piece of music known throughout the ages, "Guangling San," which is full of revenge and resistance and is known for its strength and indignation!

Xiao Che's fingering was extremely vigorous; every pluck and every note was filled with power. The music was sometimes like a stampede of horses, majestic and powerful; at other times like flashing swords, fraught with danger. The stirring melody echoed in the empty music hall, truly conjuring up a scene of carnage and raging war.

The entire Kunning Palace seemed to have been instantly dragged from a warm afternoon into a tragic battlefield of "the wind howls and the Yi River is cold".

Even the birds outside the window seemed to be frightened by the somber music, flapping their wings and flying away in a panic.

Lin Wanwan lay on the recliner, dumbfounded.

She felt like she wasn't receiving prenatal education, but rather a pre-battle mobilization. The little one inside her was probably trembling with fear.

She secretly glanced up at the man who was completely absorbed in his own "battle song".

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face flushed slightly with excitement, and his playing movements were expansive and powerful. He didn't look like he was playing the piano; he looked more like he was fighting a bloody battle amidst a vast army.

And above his head, the area designated for his emojis has also taken on a similarly "hardcore" style.

A cartoonish, chibi-style general, clad in heavy armor and wielding a long spear, rode a warhorse, charging bravely into the hail of arrows. His face was filled with a tragic yet resolute expression.

[For my child, I'll fight to the death! .jpg]

Looking at the meme and listening to the increasingly intense piano music that seemed to be lifting the roof off, Lin Wanwan finally couldn't help but bury her face in the soft pillow, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

She was afraid that if she didn't hold it in, she would burst out laughing on the spot and disturb the "God of War's" enjoyment.

This emperor has truly embarked on a one-way journey of "trolling his child," and his persistence and endearing nature are remarkable.

...

The music ended, but the lingering melody remained for a long time.

The last note, filled with a murderous aura, seemed to still carry a hint of blood as it slowly dissipated in the air.

Xiao Che let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had just finished a thrilling battle. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, raised his head, and looked at Lin Wanwan with a hint of anticipation and pride in his eyes.

His eyes seemed to say: How about it? Isn't my "forceful prenatal education" much more powerful than those decadent songs?

Before Lin Wanwan could even lift her head from the soft pillow and think of a suitable comment that would neither hurt his pride nor hurt his feelings, but would still subtly express her plea for mercy, Lin Wanwan was still struggling to think of a suitable comment.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

"Thump!"

A clear, muffled thud, full of protest, suddenly came from her abdomen.

After half an hour of "battle songs" in her belly, the little one finally couldn't take it anymore and kicked hard with all her might!

The force was more intense than any previous fetal movement, as if it were expressing its strongest condemnation of this "noise pollution" in its own way.

Lin Wanwan cried out "Ouch!" and clutched her stomach.

Xiao Che was taken aback when he heard the muffled sound and saw Lin Wanwan's actions.

Immediately, his face, which still showed signs of fatigue, burst forth with a light even more dazzling than when he was playing the piano!

"He...he moved again?!" He rushed to Lin Wanwan's side, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Yes...yes..." Lin Wanwan was both amused and exasperated.

"I understand!" Xiao Che completely missed the "protest." His face was filled with ecstasy and sudden realization as he drew his own conclusion, "He... he resonated with it! He felt it! He felt the domineering aura in my music!"

A domineering aura?

Lin Wanwan thought that if the little one in her belly could talk, it would probably cry out, "Please stop playing!"

Xiao Che, however, was completely absorbed in his own understanding. He carefully placed his hand on Lin Wanwan's stomach, feeling the slight movement, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, as if to say, "My son really understands me."

"Excellent! Very good!" He was overjoyed, as if his teaching achievements had received the most authoritative certification. "It seems that my child is born with the talent to command thousands of troops! This method is feasible! Tomorrow, I will play a piece called 'Breaking the Enemy's Formation' for you, and the day after tomorrow, I will play another piece called 'General's Command'!"

"Breaking the Formation"? "The General's Command"?!

Lin Wanwan's vision went black, realizing that her and the little one in her belly's "suffering" was far from over.