As the Zhou musicians continued to move their hands on their instruments, familiar music began to play in the hall.

As the melodious music sounded, Mogu closed his eyes and enjoyed the song.

The dancers kept dancing in the hall. Although their dance had been adapted, it still exuded a strong Zhou flavor.

Singing and dancing started, and at the same time, everyone in the hall heard it. This song was the one composed by Ji Chenxing.

Although the people of Zhou changed some of the lyrics and slightly altered the melody, this song has some Zhou characteristics.

Although Zhou Guo's modified version is several levels lower than the original version, it is not difficult to tell at first listen that this song is adapted from Ji Chenxing's!
And they didn’t even change the name, so hearing the fake one reminds people of the original.

The moment the music started, all the ministers present heard something was wrong.

The most sensitive one is Ji Chenxing. This song was composed by Ji Yunfan and she wrote the lyrics, so she knows it best.

On the night of preparing a birthday present for Ji Yunfan, Ji Chenxing had an idea and wrote a poem with great enthusiasm.

In order to make the lyrics more in line with modern people's listening habits, Ji Chenxing revised the lyrics many times that night.

If you ask who in the hall is most familiar with this song, it must be Ji Chenxing.

But now, right in front of Ji Chenxing, someone actually changed what she wrote and said that he wrote it himself!
It would be fine if it was just changed, but it was changed so badly, and the lyrics are not even as good as those written by a three-year-old child!

Ji Chenxing couldn't help but increase the strength of his grip on the tea bowl, and his eyes became a little cold.

At this time, Ji Chenxing was not the only one who could hear and see the singing and dancing, but also other ministers from Daliang.

Except for Mogu who was still enjoying the song and dance he performed, everyone else in the hall couldn't help but change their expressions and talked in low voices.

"Didn't Princess Xihe write the lyrics for this piece of music, and her brother composed the music? Why do the people of Zhou say that it was composed by their king?"

"Could it be that the Xihe monarch is actually the king of Zhou? Hiss, I have long guessed that this Xihe Princess is not a simple person. See, I was right, right?"

"Idiot, is it possible that the King of Zhou stole the song of our Xihe County Princess?"

"I agree. Although no one in Daliang can match the song composed by Xihe County Lord's brother, there are many songs in their world that can rival it. So this time it must be Zhou who stole our stuff."

"How dare they, as the rulers of a country, steal other people's things."

"It's hateful to steal someone else's things, but it's a bit ridiculous to show off the stolen things to the owner."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, listen to the lyrics. They are really... Bah, so ugly. They are not even comparable to the lyrics written by our princess."

"..."

Ji Chenxing could also hear some discussions in the hall, but these voices were all in his favor, so Ji Chenxing's eyes eased a little.

After the song ended, Mogu was still immersed in the aftertaste of the song.

Because this song is so good! He feels that even if he hears it every day, he won’t get tired of it.

Mogu felt very proud that the people of Daliang heard that their Great Zhou had such songs.

Because Daliang has always called itself a country of etiquette.

They have a long history, numerous saints and wise men, and a vast amount of writings.

They are also arrogant and always feel they are superior to other countries around them, such as the Dongyi, Nanman, Xirong and Beidi.

They look down on the cultures of other countries and always think that their own things are the best.

Mogu thought angrily in his heart.

It seemed that from the moment he entered the border of Daliang, the people there were full of hostility towards him.

However, he finally turned the tables during this visit to Daliang.

This song should only exist in heaven. The people of Daliang have definitely never heard such a song before, or even a similar song. Now they can hear the song made by the king with their own ears, which is simply their blessing!

Mogu was intoxicated for a long time before he finally opened his eyes.

After opening his eyes, he found that many ministers in the hall were looking at him.

There were many complex emotions in the eyes of these ministers, such as surprise, disbelief, and even some anger.

Mogu laughed in his heart.

This is the effect you want!
Look at them, they opened their eyes so wide in surprise after hearing this song, they must be shocked!
They certainly couldn't accept that such a beautiful song was not written by people from Daliang, but by the Zhou people, whom they called "Southern Barbarians".

What a civilized country! Now it has been surpassed by a small country that it looks down upon. No wonder people in Daliang are so angry.

The corners of Mogu's mouth rose higher, and he enjoyed the angry gazes of the ministers.

At this moment, Jun Heng suddenly spoke.

"You said that this piece of music was composed by your king?"

Mogu raised his head proudly and said, "Your Majesty, that's right!"

Jun Heng said "hmm" lightly, "This song is good, very good..."

Mo Gu was waiting for Jun Heng to praise him or give him some reward. The next second, he heard Jun Heng's tone suddenly change.

Jun Heng frowned, as if he had heard something he shouldn't have heard.

To be precise, it shouldn't be heard here in Mogu.

"The song itself is good, but it doesn't sound like the style of your Zhou Kingdom. Instead, it has some of the rhythm of our Daliang. No wonder I felt a little familiar with it from the beginning."

Mogu was stunned for a moment.

Before being adapted by the monarch, he heard this piece of music at the border between Daliang and Zhou.

Those who sang this song included people from Daliang and people from Dazhou.

In order to find out who wrote this song, Mogu asked many people, but after asking for a long time, he still couldn't find out who wrote this song.

Later, he did not investigate the matter further and assumed that the song was composed by the folks, that the real author could not be found and that there was no written record of it.

Then he told this matter to the king who loved music.

That’s what happened next.

Why at this moment, from what Jun Heng said, it seemed like he had something to do with this song?
That shouldn't be the case. If this was a song that Daliang had always had, Mogu should have heard of it a long time ago.

If it was a new work from the capital, it wouldn't have been possible for it to spread to the border between Zhou and Daliang so quickly!

Mo Gu broke out in a cold sweat. He had just said that this song was composed by the king.

If I deny it now, wouldn’t I be committing the crime of deceiving the emperor?
Moreover, this song was discovered by him at the border and may not be Daliang's song.

Maybe Jun Heng was also envious and jealous and wanted to claim this song as Daliang's own.

"Familiar? Your Majesty, do you mean to say that you find this piece of music familiar?"

Mo Gu pretended to be confused, "But this piece of music was indeed composed by the king. If Your Majesty feels familiar with it, does it mean that Your Majesty and our king are just like Boya and Ziqi?"

Hearing this analogy, Jun Heng sneered. He would never become a bosom friend of someone who stole other people's works.

"Someone come here." Jun Heng shouted, "Play some music, let them listen to what the real Jiang Cheng Zi is!" (End of this chapter)