Xue Baochai thought that it would be embarrassing if he was really chosen by this oiran, but if he didn't help, would Baoyu and his brother be allowed to lose face
While she was hesitating, the others agreed with Hua Yuyan one after another. After all, what she said was well-founded, and everyone wanted to see Jia Baoyu make a fool of herself, so they yelled in fear of chaos.
Song Qingshu patted Xue Baochai's hand lightly, signaling her to deal with the next situation by himself. Xue Baochai blushed, thinking that Baoyu was used to fighting with those maids and sisters, and he always lacked the defense of men and women in his heart. Feel free to touch my hand!
But now she disguised herself as a man and had a skin-to-skin date with him, so she wouldn't be watched by others.
Song Qingshu cleared his throat, and said slowly: "As the saying goes, the law should not be taught lightly, and I'm not a showman, why should I perform for you in full view?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was booing in the room:
"Cut, don't you know?"
"If you really know how, why not show your hands."
"Yes, let everyone open their eyes."
"Playing the piano is an elegant thing, so why should Brother Jia care about it?"
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These people chattered a lot, but Song Qingshu remained indifferent, he just looked at the oiran and said: "You can play it if you want me, but it has to be a bit exciting."
"What prize?" Hua Yuyan asked with a smile.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "If the girl thinks my playing is not bad, how about choosing me as the guest of honor tonight?" He wanted to see what this woman was planning, so he decided to end this farce as soon as possible.
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar, Xue Baochai glared at him bitterly, the yellow-shirted woman's eyes were full of contempt, and the others even spoke out to stop him.
"My lord, it's hard for me," Hua Yuyan looked embarrassed, "There are so many lords here, how can I treat one more than another?"
"I can also play the piano. It's not so easy to win a beautiful woman by playing a piece."
"Brother Jia's request is too aggressive."
"How can a fairy like Master Hua be used as a bet?"
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Seeing the excitement of the crowd, Hua Yuyan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, stretched out her hand to signal everyone to be calm, and then said: "Young Master Jia, it is indeed inconvenient for me to bet today, but it is indeed not suitable for you to return without success... How about this?" , if the young master’s piano skills are superb, I will present this painting as a gift.”
The maid at the side had already taken out a scroll of pictures and spread them out in front of everyone. The picture was full of mountains and ravines competing for excellence, rivers and rivers criss-crossing, misty waves, and the momentum was very majestic and magnificent. There are rocks and springs in the mountains, tile-roofed huts, pines and bamboos, green willows and red flowers dotted among them. Between mountains and streams, rivers and lakes, there are fishing villages, ferries, and long bridges with waterside pavilions, all of which are dizzying.
"A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains!" Xue Baochai stood up excitedly.
Song Qingshu was also a little surprised, he did not expect to come into contact with a masterpiece handed down here, the author of this painting is not well-known, his name is Wang Ximeng, and few people in later generations have heard of his name. But this painting is very famous, and it is recognized as one of the top ten famous paintings in China.
This painting was painted by Wang Ximeng when he was 18 years old. Not long after Wang Ximeng died, this painting became a swan song. Emperor Huizong rewarded this painting to Cai Jing. When Jingkang was in trouble, Bianjing was broken by Jin people, and this painting fell. Unknown, I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of an oiran.
"People in this era really spend a lot of money in picking up girls." Song Qingshu secretly sighed, without asking, he could guess that she was a brothel girl, and how she got this painting.
Everyone in the venue admired one after another, but their expressions were much calmer, as if they were just admiring a rare and good painting, rather than seeing a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.
Song Qingshu was taken aback, and quickly realized that this painting was made not long ago, and it was done by an unknown painter in this dynasty. The painting can become one of the top ten famous paintings, so the reaction to seeing this painting is not as shocking as his.
"Do you like this painting?" Song Qingshu noticed the excited Xue Baochai next to him.
"Well," Xue Baochai nodded instinctively, "I have seen a copy of this painting once. I have admired Wang Ximeng who died young for a long time, and I have always regretted not being able to see the original painting."
"Since you like it, I'll win it and give it to you." Song Qingshu was originally interested in this painting, and it was one of his plans to attack Xue Baochai to split up several big families.
Xue Baochai was startled, and hurriedly said, "Baoyu, stop messing around." Although she didn't meet Jia Baoyu too many times when she grew up, she still knew how much Jia Baoyu had.
"I have my own measure." After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he stood up and said to Hua Yuyan, "It happens that I like this painting quite a bit, so let me open your eyes."
A group of people curled their lips secretly, and Hua Yuyan couldn't help but said: "Hey, let's talk about it first, if you can't convince everyone with your piano skills, you can't give this to you."
"It's natural." Song Qingshu said lightly.
Xue Baochai on the side frowned, thinking that even if he played by himself, it would be so easy to convince everyone? After all, people can tell lies on purpose, and she can't help it if they refuse to admit it.
The woman in the yellow shirt also looked at him with great interest, wondering where he got his confidence, is he a fool or is he really capable
Song Qingshu sat cross-legged in front of the piano, seeing his solemn expression, the group of people involuntarily quieted down.
Originally, he didn't understand rhythm at all. After he came to this world, Dongfang Muxue took him into the door. Later, masters like Zhao Min and Ren Yingying taught him the piano method for a long time, and Shen Bijun was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although his current piano skills are not the top masters, it is not a big problem to surpass the oiran in a remote town.
It's just that everyone's judgment on piano skills is very subjective, and it's not so easy to convince everyone. The reason why he has confidence is that he was inspired by what the oiran did just now, and used his internal strength to enter the sound of the piano!
What Hua Yuyan did just now was not noticed by anyone. His martial arts are far superior to the opponent's, and it is easier to moisten things silently. Unless there is a great master of the same level in the field, he will not be aware of his movement at all. hands and feet.
After the decision was made, Song Qingshu's hands immediately turned into afterimages, and an extremely passionate and magical melody sounded. The expressions of everyone in the field immediately changed, and their bodies trembled, as if they couldn't restrain their bodies and wanted to dance with the song.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, the square dance Divine Comedy "The Most Dazzling National Style", coupled with your own internal strength, you can dance even if you want to. Originally, it was difficult to compose some tunes of "The Most Dazzling National Style" with Guqin, but with the cooperation of internal forces, the impact was not great.
The faces of the young men turned red,
"The voice of the decadent, the voice of the decadence!"
"It's an insult to the gentleman, it's an insult to the gentleman!"
But even so, they still couldn't resist the instinctive reaction of their bodies, and they trembled one by one following the melody of the music.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "You say no, but your body is quite honest."