Poor Lady Chapter 31: Qin Qi Calligraphy and Painting (2)

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

"Do you know him?" Shen Muran looked intently, and when he saw the young man's appearance, he was slightly taken aback, somehow feeling a little familiar.

"I don't know his name either." Feng Zhan said with a smile, "I just met once. Let's get closer, he's about to start playing."

As soon as the voice fell, the tune was already played.

If the previous Xun sounds like a stable and knowledgeable old man, then the flute sound at this moment is like a playful and lively girl, wearing beautiful clothes, dancing in the sea of ​​flowers, and the smart notes are like petals, flying in the air It seems to be able to smell a faint fragrance.

The skirt blows up with the wind, and the butterflies and birds smell the fragrance.

A flute sound unfolds like a picture scroll.

The Awakening World Garden is full of men. Hearing such a beautiful flute music, the corners of their mouths unconsciously brought up a smile.

This is a delightful piece of music.

Perhaps the skills are not high, at least the level shown by Lord Dongling just now is not lower than hers, but the depth of emotion is quite 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 his hands and said, "You're showing your ugliness."

Mr. Dongling's face was ugly, and he stared at her.

"That's right. Although the technique is lacking, the style of music is elegant and gorgeous, and the essence of music has three points of charm." The examiner praised.

"Sir, I'm overwhelmed." Qi Surong smiled slightly. It's been a long time since she played an instrument so happily, but this time she had a great time.

Beads of sweat loomed on her forehead, but her energy was high.

Different from men, as a woman of an aristocratic family, she has learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. She may not be as knowledgeable as a man, but her artistic accomplishment is no worse than anyone else.

"Master Zhuo, let's start the third lottery." The examiner signaled the competition to continue.

Qi Surong nodded, and drew the third lot under the gaze of everyone.

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

Qi Surong smiled, luck is good, guqin is her best instrument, she should not miss the last game.

She came to the piano stand, reached out and touched the strings, with a look of nostalgia on her face. 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 playing after rebirth would be under such circumstances.

Probably because Qi Surong stayed by the piano stand for a long time, which made Mr. Dongling misunderstand. He sneered and said: "Why? Could it be that he can't play? If not, it's better to abstain as soon as possible, so as not to be embarrassing later."

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

The examiner was stunned for a moment, before he could speak, Lord Dongling mocked: "It's a trick. It's just playing the piano, you can start at any time, how can there be so many hypocrisy?"

Qi Surong ignored him, just looked at the examiner, and begged: "This is a very good Guqin, I don't want to insult it."

The archaeologist nodded and said: "Only those who love the piano can play moving music. How can I refuse Mr. Zhuo's request?"

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

Qi Surong took a deep breath, raised his hands flat, and slowly submerged in the water. Her movements are elegant, her temperament is imposing, and her eyes are peaceful. The white and slender fingers, against the clear water, are as beautiful as white jade.

Everyone present was unconsciously attracted to her, and four words popped up in their hearts at the same time: Young Master Ruyu.

As soon as Mr. Dongling saw her acting like this, he knew something was wrong.

I'm afraid I will lose face this time.

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

When the fingers are placed on the strings, all the surrounding noises seem to disappear, leaving only her and the piano.

"Boom!" The first note sounded, like waves suddenly rising on a calm lake, and everyone's hearts were shocked at the same time.

Following the dancing of the fingers, a majestic "Po" burst out with a murderous air.

Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns.

Eight hundred miles of fire under his command, and fifty strings turning outside the Great Wall.

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

Lu Feikuai made by the horse, his bow is like a thunderbolt.

Solve the affairs of the king and the world, and win the name before and after his life.

Poor thing happened!

Golden Ge iron horse, **** and courageous. The tune is like an eagle protruding straight into the sky.

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

Everyone was still reminiscing about the beautiful flute sound, but who would have thought that they would be dragged into a dangerous battlefield the next moment.

Many people's hands holding the pen trembled, and almost wrote the Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night into a bow like a full moon. The style of the song has changed too fast!

Feng Zhan stared quietly at the young man who was playing the piano, as if he saw the shadow of another person in "him", and he was unconsciously infatuated.

Liu Muhan also showed a pensive look, with some hesitation in his eyes.

After playing the last note, Qi Surong gently placed his hands on the strings, his eyes were slightly closed, and the melody was still circling in his mind.

The surrounding area was silent, and no one stepped forward to disturb "him".

A moment later, she opened her eyes, got up and saluted everyone: "You're showing your ugliness."

There is no suspense about Qinbi's first name.

The examiner praised: "Young Master Zhuo has extraordinary piano skills. I don't know where he learned from?"

"I'm sorry, but it's inconvenient to tell you the name of my teacher." Qi Surong apologized.

The examiner waved his hand and said indifferently: "It must be an unknown celebrity. I am fortunate to listen to this song, and this trip is worthwhile."

"Mr. praise."

The examiner thought about it for a while, and suddenly suggested: "This time there is no doubt about the first place, but I really want to know how many instruments you are good at. Why don't you continue to draw lots? The subsequent competitions will not count the results, but if you can After completing three rounds, I will give you a small gift in my own name."

Qi Surong hadn't replied yet, the people around responded one after another: "Continue to draw lots, continue to draw lots!"

She smiled, nodded and said: "Mr. Meng will not give up, I am willing to give it a try."

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

"Let's start then." The examiner smiled and waved to her, as if he couldn't wait.

More and more people gathered outside the piano, all of them were watching with great interest, but Mr. Dongling had gone somewhere for a long time.

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

Pipa is known as the "king of plucked stringed instruments", so she naturally has something to hunt for.

A song "Moon's High" came out.

Different from the state of mind of the previous three pieces, Qi Surong played it with ease, and actually played the gentle and sad piece lightly and smoothly, which made everyone smile.

Fifth scene - Sheng.

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

Thus, everyone soon discovered that the young man who was an elegant young man a moment ago was sitting astride the wooden railing, holding a sheng, playing intoxicatingly.

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

Scene 6 - Xiao.

The seventh scene - suona.

Scene 8 - Matouqin.

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It was not until the thirteenth musical instrument that Qi Surong gave up and said: "If you are not strong enough, let's stop here."

The examiner sighed: "The old man is really amazing today. Be honest, how many musical instruments are you good at?"

Qi Surong thought for a while, and replied: "I can't say you are good at it. If you just know how to use it, you 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, they didn't expect this young man to be a master of weapons.

After this article comparison, Zhuo Fan is afraid that his reputation will spread far and wide.

Qi Surong's face was rosy, and he was full of energy. After some competitions, he felt very refreshed.

It was a worthwhile trip this time, and the depression during this period was swept away.

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

Qi Surong planned to join Ji Yun and the 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 dismiss him, someone grabbed his arm suddenly. ,

Looking back, I saw the elder in the study appearing next to her, he laughed and said: "Since you have already competed in piano, calligraphy and painting, wouldn't it be a pity to miss the chess test?"

It's not a pity at all, okay? Qi Surong looked at this old man with a childlike innocence in confusion, and was dragged by him to the chess room.

Everyone saw that there was a good show to watch, and they all followed.

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

"Nothing, time is not enough, I will extend it for you."

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

Elder Ge didn't care about that, he excitedly pulled Qi Surong into the chess room, and shouted: "Wait a minute, is there anyone who can't compete?"

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

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

Qi Surong cupped his hands and said, "Sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, we all know the old man's temper." Then he leaned over and lowered his voice, "Everything is out of tune."

Qi Surong laughed out loud, and suddenly felt that it would be a good choice to play against this person.

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

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