Silent Crown Chapter 23: Playing
The oil paintings of twelve musicians are the twelve great masters of the Western countries.
The portrait right in the front is the three kings who have inherited the glory of'Bach','Mozart' and'Beethoven', followed by Chopin, Haydn, and Brahms, who are second only to the three kings. Wait for the master.
In addition to their ability to reach the heavens and the earth, these great musicians who have inherited the name of the saints of the dark age are in charge of quite terrifying power and technology.
The power of some of them is not known because of the secrecy of various countries and the reasons why the masters themselves are so simple. But some of these deeds are already widely known.
For example, "Genesis" is a taboo score kept by Mr. Haydn, who is stationed in the holy city all year round.
The last time "Genesis" was played was 40 years ago.
A phenomenon called the'Holy White Storm', a natural disaster penetrated into the country of mankind from the seas of the extreme north, passing by two countries lightly along the way, and completely wiped out most of their land and population. The accompanying wave of beasts completely destroyed one of the countries. At that time, Mr. Haydn led the chant group to the north wall, and the power of "Genesis" emptied all the ether within a thousand miles, and completely defeated its eye in one fell swoop.
...The power beyond ordinary people’s imagination burst into the fertile plains like bamboos, and countless creations of thunder and fire burned it into a piece of lava soil, and the Muen Mountains were squeezed out by the unexhausted force. The huge gap caused hundreds of millions of tons of seawater to flood, sinking most of the plain into the ocean forever.
Until now, there is a country of Zee there.
There are no tiles in the city that once gathered the wealth of the entire continent, and the sea is full of embracing bones.
It is a miracle that is almost divine, and human beings cannot control it after being summoned. The power as a weapon is too amazing, leading to extreme losses for both sides regardless of whether they win or lose.
Because of this, on the border of the war between Anglo and Burgundy, although there are two heritage-level musicians, "Chopin" and "Brams", they have never played between them. Through any battle.
—unless both countries have the determination and price to burn the jade and the stone.
It is said that in the East, the "Nine Royals" musicians representing the Xeon are too powerful to seal themselves. They cannot stay in one place for a long time, otherwise the calamity known as the ‘catastrophe’ will follow.
As the well-deserved first person among Western musicians, Mr. "Blue King Bach", he has penetrated into the dark world all the year round and opened up the land for mankind. After inheriting the holy name, he has never returned to the hinterland of the civilized world.
, the pope of this generation inherited the name of the "Red King Beethoven" and simply lived in seclusion in the holy city, threw all the religious affairs to the cardinals, and devoted all his mind to the guarding the abyss 'In the mission.
As for the King of Yellow Mozart... He has been missing for many years, and no one knows where the young man who is a wizard of heaven is.
The twelve portraits are the twelve contemporary masters, and more than four of them are blank, representing that no one is qualified to inherit the mission represented by that name.
Looking at the blank space, Ye Qingxuan just faintly felt a little sad.
If there hadn’t been that big change, that man would have been one of them, right?
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"His Royal Highness, I did not expect you to come. It surprised me."
In the corner, a white-haired old man bowed slightly to the blond girl in front of him. The long-necked girl nodded in return, her expression dignified with a soft beauty.
She is wearing a blue long dress, and her blonde hair is simply curled up behind her ears. It is not simply like coming to a banquet, but more like a girl walking in the park.
"This is not a formal meeting, please don't be restrained by the dean."
The girl’s voice was soft, she looked around, her eyes admiring: "Although I came because of other things, but seeing the admissions dinner this time, I also feel that many students will be the pillars of the future."
Ming will be about the same age as these students in the next grade, or even younger, but when she spoke, she looked down from the top with a natural tone.
"It's just a group of children, who knows in the future?"
The old man shook his head with emotion: "But every time I see them, I always feel that I am old."
He sighed: "To be honest, I have been scared three times by a kid who pours alcohol today. Later, I plan to ask the supervisor if they recruited Persian assassins to make the school. Work?"
"You are too serious."
Mary couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckled softly: "However, I really want to see someone who can scare the dean three times."
At this moment, the soft band music finally slowly stopped. Some noisy halls quickly returned to silence, and everyone looked at this corner suspiciously.
As usual, this is the dean’s speaking time. But the dean still didn't mean to be on stage. He stood there, motionless, just sipping champagne.
"Dean, it's time for you to speak." Sidney reminded in a low voice.
"Sorry, my body is not very comfortable today, so I can avoid talking." He looked at Sidney in amazement: "Would you like to go up and say something?"
Sidney was taken aback: "Dean, did you mean to..."
"Oh, don’t you be too rigid. The idea that came up with the head yesterday, how can it be taken seriously today? And, I’m the most annoyed about the things like training. What if I say something that I shouldn’t say Do?"
Maxwell waved lightly: "Skip, skip, and go to the next link. Didn't you say that a young man who was praised by Master Schumann came here? Come on, music! I like the piano. "
Sidney was speechless. He only felt that he and the committee had been fooled by this guy again, as if he saw the palm of a strong opponent raised high and gently put it down, although he did not slap as expected, but It is exasperating.
But what can he do?
Everyone who sees this old man as a thorn in his eyes can't help him.
Because he is Maxwell, the guardian of Anglo’s blood, the tyrant of the Royal Conservatory of Music, he has shown himself since his youth, he has never given face to anyone, nor has he seen anyone’s face.
unscrupulous, maverick, do whatever you want, not afraid to mess up... just mess around as you like, but he doesn't care at all.
For decades, he has firmly occupied the seat in the House of Lords and the supreme hegemony in the school, even if the queen ordered it to be perfunctory. Obviously he belongs to the nobility, but he has offended almost all families, and even absent from round table meetings for three consecutive years...
Sidney sighed: "The next link."
This is the best way, at least you don’t have to worry about what kind of moth Maxwell makes when he talks. Moreover, this time it was a one-man show arranged by the committee for Banner.
It would be better to say that it would be better without him!
In order to cultivate younger generations, the Adrian family provided a large amount of sponsorship to the Noble Committee this time. Just thinking of this, Sidney felt hot in his heart and clenched his fists:
Banner, it's up to you this time!
In his expectantly warm eyes, in the venue, the blond boy walked onto the stage in silence and stood in front of the piano.
In the eyes of the public, he bends down and salutes slightly, his eyes swept across the audience indifferently, and he sat silently, putting his hands on the keys, and pressing down silently.
It seemed as if the sound of crystal shattering sounded, echoing clearly from under the keys, resounding in everyone's ears.
Outside the crowd, Maxwell's squinted eyes lifted up.
He whispered softly: "It's interesting."
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in an atmosphere of silence,
notes are like echoing in the air, and the fine sounds become ripples and spread in all directions. They collide with each other in the air, leaving an intoxicating echo.
softly spread to all directions, filling every inch of the auditorium. It was like a gentle wind blowing in every corner. The music gradually rises, spreads like threads, entangled in everyone's breath.
whirled subtlely, lingering in everyone's ears. Then as the tune slowly climbed, it turned into a heavy response.
Immediately afterwards, the notes burst.
The heavy sound of the piano pressed on everyone's heart, frozen like a flowing spring, and then shattered!
This is one of the many "Marchs" circulating on the mainland, but it uses the progressive format favored by the change school. It changes from the format of fugue, but it is different from the simple fugue. It can be gentle at the beginning, but the notes must be continuous. Like a soft tulle, layer by layer, in countless reverberations, it has evolved into a frenzied ocean tide, brazenly breaking the bank.
It’s just that few people can play such a tune so densely. The notes hop back and forth between each part, repeating, and the fleeting overlaps are like violent storms, so there is no chance to breathe!
used to softly music, but now it brings a strong shock to the senses, which makes people have no place in this frenzy. Both thoughts and feelings let the waves swept and rushed into the distance.
Until the last clean and neat ensemble, everything came to an abrupt end, and the notes that once filled the heart slowly dissipated.
In the silent venue, only the candidates stared at each other in horror and gasped in depression.
Banner stood up silently, bent over slightly, and walked off the stage.
After a long time, applause rang like a rainstorm.
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"Good job!"
Sidney cheered in a low voice, almost dancing. He hand-held the young waiter beside him, grabbed the champagne in his hand and poured himself a glass slowly. After drinking almost all of it, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling something was wrong, and looked at the waiter beside him in confusion: "Have I seen you?"
Ye Qingxuan shrugged slightly, his white hair hidden in his hat.
Sidney stopped looking, and stuffed champagne into his hand: "Don't be lazy, work hard!"
Ye Qingxuan chuckled and slipped away quietly with the plate... The ghost knows if this **** finds himself mixed in, will let someone beat himself up, for the old Fei’s sausage, it’s a shame. !
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After the kitchen is still the sound of ping-pong dishes, Ye Qingxuan was dragged to the sink to wash the dishes after returning~IndoMTL.com~ Soon, he heard John and a few handymen paint the hall vividly. Playing inside.
"An outstanding performance, do you know?" The shift waiter said: "I almost dropped the plate."
"Too unexpected!"
"I was almost out of breath, and I was sweating all over when listening. I didn't expect a student to play so well."
"It's a pity, I'm busy."
The cook girl wiped her hands on her apron, her expression frustrated: "The fat man, the vice principal just came to inspect, I really don’t know what to think, even the fruit plate is placed. Otherwise I will go too."
Ye Qingxuan watched their discussion next to him, and asked suspiciously: "It's just a piano, right? It's nothing great."
The cook and John glanced at him, shook their heads and sighed.
"Boy, you will understand when you grow up."
The chef stretched out her hand and rubbed his hair with greasy hands, and sighed helplessly: "We ordinary people can only listen to the tunes of the wandering theater troupe and the shamisen in the tavern. If you are not working here, think If you want to listen to the piano, I’m afraid there is no hope in this life."
"It's a shame not to catch up, you guys!"
The chef muttered regretfully: "I've said it's my turn to go today."
"Actually I have learned a little about piano, what you want to hear..."
In front of the sink, Ye Qingxuan tapped the plate in his hand with his knuckles:
"——I can play it for you."
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