Poor Lady

"It's him?" Feng Zhan saw Qi Surong holding a flute, a surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Do you know?" Shen Muran stared at him, and when he saw the young man's appearance, he was slightly taken aback, feeling somewhat familiar.

"I don't know his name either." Feng Zhan smiled, "I just had a relationship. Come, let's get closer, he's going to start playing."

As soon as the voice fell, the tune had already started.

If the previous Xun Yin was like a prudent and learned old man, then the current flute is like a playful and lively girl, wearing beautiful clothes, dancing in the sea of ​​flowers, and the smart notes are like petals, floating in the air, it seems Can also smell a faint fragrance.

The robes rose with the wind, and the butterflies and birds smelled the fragrance.

A flute sound unfolds like a picture scroll.

There were all men in the Awakening Garden. Hearing such a beautiful flute music, the corner of his mouth unconsciously brought a smile.

It's a delightful tune.

Perhaps the skill is not high, at least the level that Dongling-jun showed just now is not lower than her, but the depth of emotion is very different.

Even a layman can clearly feel the difference between the two.

After the song was over, Qi Surong gently put the flute back into the distance, cupped her hands and said, "It's shameful."

Dongling-jun's face was ugly, and he glared at her.

"Yes, although the skills are lacking, the style is elegant and gorgeous, and the essence of music has a three-point charm." The examiner praised.

"Sir, you have won the prize." Qi Surong smiled lightly. It had been a long time since she had played the instrument so smoothly, but this time she had a great time.

Beads of sweat loomed on her forehead, but her spirit was full of excitement.

Different from men, as a woman from an aristocratic family, she has studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood. Her knowledge may not be comparable to that of men, but her artistic accomplishment is no worse than anyone else's.

"Master Zhuo, let's start the third draw." The examiner motioned for the competition to continue.

Qi Surong nodded, and under everyone's attention, drew the third lottery.

The examiner reported: "It's a lyre."

Qi Surong smiled, she was lucky, the guqin was her best instrument, and she shouldn't miss the last round.

She came to the side of the piano frame, reached out and touched the strings, with a look of nostalgia on her face. The guqin is her favorite musical instrument, but after she was reborn, she put her qin on the shelf and never played it again.

I didn't expect that the first time I played after my rebirth was in such a situation.

It was probably because Qi Surong stayed by the piano stand for a long time, which made Dongling Jun misunderstood. He sneered: "What? Could it be that you can't play? If you can't, it's better to abstain as soon as possible, so as not to be embarrassed later."

Qi Surong raised his head and glanced at him, this person is quite talented in music, but unfortunately his temperament is not good, and he will probably only be able to enter the stream in the future, and he will not be able to see the realm of the master.

She turned to the examiner and said, "Sir, can I clean my hands first?"

The first time she played after rebirth, she didn't want to rush things.

The examiner was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, Dongling Jun sneered: "It's just a trick. It's just playing the piano. You can start at any time. Where do you come from so much politeness?"

Qi Surong ignored him, just looked at the examiner and pleaded, "This is a good guqin, I don't want to humiliate it next time."

Archaeology nodded and said, "Only people with Aegean can play moving tunes. How can the old man refuse the request of Mr. Zhuo?"

After he finished speaking, he immediately ordered the boy to fetch a basin of warm water.

Qi Surong took a deep breath, raised her hands, and slowly immersed in the water. She moves gracefully, has a temperament, and has a peaceful gaze. The fair and slender fingers are as beautiful as white jade against the background of the clear water.

Everyone present was not consciously attracted to her, and four words appeared in their hearts at the same time: Young Master Ruyu.

When Dongling Jun saw her acting like this, he knew that the situation was not good.

This time, I am afraid that I will lose all face.

After cleaning his hands, Qi Surong wiped the water droplets off his hands with a towel, then saluted the examiner, turned and walked to the piano stand, sitting cross-legged.

When the fingers were placed on the strings, all the surrounding noise seemed to disappear, leaving only her and the piano.

"Boom!" The first note sounded, like waves on the calm lake, and everyone was shocked at the same time.

As the fingers danced, a majestic burst burst out with a chilling aura.

Drunk and looking at the sword, I dreamed of blowing the corner of the company.

Eight hundred miles under his command, there is a sound from the outside of the fifty strings.

Soldiers on the battlefield in autumn.

The horse-made Lu was so fast, his bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king's affairs in the world, won the name before and after his life.

Poor White Happened!

Jin Ge iron horse, **** brave. The tune is like an eagle protruding into the sky.

I can't believe that such a chilling song was actually written by a thin young man.

Everyone was still reminiscing about the beautiful flute sound, but who knew that the next moment would be pulled into a battlefield full of crises.

Many people's hands trembled while holding the pen, and they almost wrote the Spring River Flower Moon Night as a bow drawn like a full moon. The style of the song changed too fast!

Feng Zhan stared at the boy who was playing the piano quietly, as if he saw another person's shadow in "him", and he was unconsciously insane.

Liu Muhan also showed a contemplative look, and there was some hesitation in his eyes.

After playing the last note, Qi Surong lightly placed her hand on the strings, her eyes were slightly closed, and the tune was still circling in her mind.

The surroundings were silent, and no one stepped forward to disturb "him".

After a while, she opened her eyes, got up and saluted everyone: "It's shameful."

Qinbi's first name is no longer in doubt.

The examiner praised: "Zhuo Gongzi's piano skills are extraordinary, I don't know where he is from?"

"Sorry, it's inconvenient to tell me the name of my teacher." Qi Surong apologized.

The examiner waved his hand and said indifferently, "It must be a famous person who is not born in the world. This old man is fortunate enough to listen to this song, and this trip is worthwhile."

"Mr. Mumbai."

The examiner pondered for a while, and suddenly suggested: "This time the first name is no doubt, but the old man really wants to know how many musical instruments you are good at. Why don't you continue to draw lots? The next test will not count the score, but if you can complete three more Bureau, the old man will give you a small gift in his own name."

Before Qi Surong could reply, the surrounding people responded in succession, "Continue to draw lots, continue to draw lots!"

She smiled and nodded, "Mr. Meng doesn't give up, I'm willing to give it a try."

This kind of small competition, with the nature of fun, does not mix other factors, but it can make people relax.

"Let's start then." The examiner waved to her with a smile, as if he couldn't wait.

More and more people gathered outside the piano room, all of them watching with great interest, but Dongling Jun had no idea where he went.

"Pipa." Qi Surong took out the fourth instrument.

Pipa is known as the "king of plucked instruments", and she naturally hunts.

A song "Moon's High" came out.

Different from the mood of the previous three songs, Qi Surong played the song with ease and ease, and actually played the gentle and sad song lightly and smoothly, which made everyone smile.

The fifth scene - Sheng.

In Qi Surong's view, Sheng is an unsightly musical instrument. If it was in the past, she would never touch it. But since she met her master, many of her thoughts have changed, and she prefers reckless behavior rather than a dignified and noble manner. Besides, she is now dressed in men's clothes, so she doesn't need to care about her little daughter's image at all.

As a result, everyone quickly discovered that the young man who was an elegant gentleman just a moment ago was now sitting astride the wooden railing, holding a sheng and blowing it very intoxicated.

This sheng is relatively large, and when held in the hands of the young man, it has a funny sense of harmony.

The sixth scene - Xiao.

Scene 7 - Suona.

Scene 8 - Matouqin.

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It wasn't until the thirteenth musical instrument that Qi Surong gave up and said, "I'm not physically strong, so let's stop there."

The examiner sighed: "This old man is really amazing today, tell the truth, how many musical instruments are you good at?"

Qi Surong thought for a while, and replied, "I can't say I'm good at it. If I only know how to use it, I know about thirty-two kinds."

The examiner gave her a thumbs up: "It's really a genius, it's amazing."

The people around were also eye-opening, but they didn't expect this young man to be a master of tricks.

After this text ratio, Zhuo Fan is afraid that his reputation will spread.

Qi Surong's face was ruddy, and she was in high spirits. After some competition, she felt very happy.

This time, it was a worthwhile trip, and the depression during this period of time was swept away.

At this moment, it is only half an hour before the end of Wenbi.

Qi Surong planned to join Ji Yun and others.

As soon as she walked out of the piano room, she saw Feng Zhan and Liu Muhan walking towards her. Just as he was thinking about how to get rid of it, someone suddenly grabbed his arm. ,

Looking back, she saw the old man in the study appearing beside her, hehe said with a smile: "Since the piano, calligraphy and painting have been compared, wouldn't it be a pity to miss the chess test?"

It's not a pity at all, is it? Qi Surong looked at the old man with a lingering innocence, and was dragged by him to the chess room.

When everyone saw that there was a good show to watch, they followed.

Qi Surong said helplessly: "Sir, I'm really tired from playing. I'm afraid I don't have the energy to play chess again. Besides, there's not enough time."

"Nothing, not enough time, the old man will give you an extension."

Your old man seems to be the examiner of the study room, right? Is it really good to meddle in the chess room? Besides, will you be criticized for casually breaking the rules?

Elder Ge didn't care about that, he happily pulled Qi Surong into the chess room and shouted, "Wait a minute to rank, is there anyone else who doesn't compare?"

Qi Surong was forced to sit at the chess table by him, and then waved to a chess player: "Come here quickly, don't waste your time."

Several chess players in the chess room looked at each other, and finally, under the direction of the chief examiner, one person walked out and sat opposite Qi Surong.

Qi Surong cupped her hands and said, "I'm sorry, it's troublesome."

"It doesn't matter, we all know the temper of the old man." Then he leaned over and lowered his voice, "Everything is out of tune."

Qi Surong burst out laughing, and suddenly felt that the next round with this person seemed to be a good choice.

The man looked at the incense case, restrained his expression, and said, "Time is running out, let's start catching sons, shall we?"

"Please enlighten me." Qi Surong opened the chess box and smiled at him.