After the True Young Master Was Reborn, He Became a God with a National Style Song

Su Yuan is dead. I was exhausted in the recording studio, my monitor speakers exploded, and I suffered a cardiac arrest. When he opened his eyes again, he transformed into the abandoned son of the Marquis of Jing'an who was found to have "impure blood". He was wrapped in a rag and thrown out of a dog hole, with only three copper coins left on his body. The lights inside the wall were brightly lit, silk and bamboo orchestras were playing, and the whole hall was congratulating the "poem leader" - the fake young master Su Mufeng. Su Mufeng copied his poems from his previous life, stole the glory that should have belonged to him, and lived a glorious and dignified life. And he was lying in the mud coughing up blood, and everyone avoided him like the plague. Three days. This body can't last three days. But when despair hit the bottom, he heard the sound of a mute old beggar breaking a bowl. To others it is noise, to him it is golden ripples. Absolute sense of sound, soul resonance, and the ability to keep the bottom of the box in the past life have followed me. He picked up two dead branches, placed his back against the high red-lacquered wall of the Marquis Mansion, and used the blue bricks at the base of the wall to knock out a section of "Senbonzakura". The high-frequency resonance penetrated the brick wall, shattering the wine glasses in the banquet hall, cracking the copper nails on the plaque, and causing the arrogant fake young master to vomit a mouthful of blood into the glass cup. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said to the crack in the door: "Su Mufeng, are you scared?" It's right to be afraid. Because this is just the beginning. Starting tomorrow, he will use a copper plate to shatter the guards' swords, use a broken bowl to repel six crossbow volleys, and crawl into the underground palace to pry open the seal of the "Le Dao" that has been lost for centuries. He wanted to use a song to spit out everything Su Mufeng had stolen - sentence by sentence - in front of everyone.