Jiang Youyao's models are on the verification table.
It is early August. Although it is midsummer, today is a good weather. It rained all night, but the sky did not clear up. Just blowing the cool morning breeze, Jiang Youyao is like a budding flower in this morning, like a pink lotus, tender and bright, trembling in full bloom.
Ji Shuran specially dressed up for her today, and the haze-colored dress made this morning also lively and pretty. She is like the daughter of a real lady raised by the parents of Zhongming Ding Shi, her gestures are exquisite and small.
The ladies around him cast enviable glances from Ji Shuran in good time, and Ji Shuran nodded with a smile. Even the people with the other Ji family and You Rongyan—his granddaughter are so outstanding, it's no wonder that Li Lai was able to treat Emperor Hong Xiao differently.
Zhou Yanbang was also among the crowd. After Jiang Youyao took the stage, she looked in his direction, whether intentionally or unconsciously. She seemed very shy again, and left with only a quick glance.
However, the good people saw all this in their eyes, and immediately teased Zhou Yanbang by the side, and roared: "Miss Jiang San is going up!"
The marriage between Jiang Youyao and Zhou Yanbang, the son of Ningyuan Hou, almost all officials in Yanjing City knew. Zhou Yanbang smiled, but his smile was somewhat reluctant.
The beautiful lady is still as fresh and lovely as before, but his heart flies away to another place. He couldn't help looking to the other side, Jiang Li's direction. But seeing Jiang Li tilting her head and talking to a friend next to her, she didn't notice his gaze at all.
Zhou Yanbang's heart suddenly filled with sour sweetness. At this moment, he suddenly understood what the happiness that cannot be loved is, it is more torturing than everything, and it is more than anything to look forward to.
In fact, Jiang Li was not unaware of Zhou Yanbang's gaze. She felt annoyed and funny in her heart. The true second Miss Jiang was for Zhou Yanbang to fall into the water and kill her jade, but Fan Ning Yuanhou's mansion was very concerned about this unmarried fiancee, even if she only asked a word, Miss Jiang Er's life may not be so sad. It's a pity that they don't. Now Miss Jiang Er has long passed away, and Zhou Yanbang is still here to be infatuated, which is simply disgusting.
Jiang Li didn't want to deal with it.
Just thinking about it, the catkins on one side suddenly said, "Look, it's about to start."
On the stage, Jiang Youyao had just bathed her hands. She did all this naturally and gracefully. In all fairness, Jiang Li felt that at least the appearance of Jiang Youyao's piano music was really not bad.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Youyao smiled, and her jade finger fell on the lyre, plucking the first string.
Jiang Li said, "It's "Pingsha Luoyan"."
Catkins was taken aback: "How do you know?"
As soon as the voice fell, the sound of Jiang Youyao's fingertips tilted down like running water.
Catkins was a little dumbfounded, and she asked: "Have you heard Jiang Youyao play this song before in the mansion? Did you know in advance that she was going to play this song?"
"have no idea."
"Then how did you hear that she played "Pingsha Luoyan" before she started to sound."
"You can see her movements, and one note is enough." Jiang Li said easily.
The catkins listened very uncomfortably. They looked at Jiang Li up and down for a while, and then whispered: "Don't lie to me, have you learned piano music before? Maybe your piano music is not bad? But on the Qingcheng Mountain. How come there is Mr. Qinle? Could it be that you are a genius?"
Jiang Li was a little bit ridiculous, and said, "It's not very difficult." She said, and noticed that someone was staring at her. She looked out, and she was looking at the eyes of Shang Ye Shijie staring at her far away.
Seeing her looking over, Ye Shijie immediately looked away, agitated Jiang Li.
After Ye Shijie looked away, he felt that what he had done just now seemed to be concealed, and he felt annoyed for a while. I was worried that Jiang Li would be embarrassed today when I was full of food. The woman had a deep scheming, and her cards emerged. Who knows what weird things will be done today, so why should he be nosy here.
"Brother Ye, what are you looking at?" Someone next to him was talking, but it was Li Lian, the youngest son of Li Zhongnan.
Ye Shijie turned his head and said: "Just take a look." Since Jiang Li reminded him last time that Liu Zimin and Li Lian have a good relationship and that Li Lian may have ulterior motives to win him over, Ye Shijie has deliberately alienated his relationship with Li Lian.
Li Lian noticed Ye Shijie's attitude, smiled and said nothing, but after Ye Shijie turned his head, his eyes flashed with inquiries.
On the stage, Jiang Youyao played the piano very well.
"Falling Wild Goose on Pingsha" describes the scene of wild geese flying in the sky in autumn, sometimes circling and sometimes looking forward to it. There is an old saying that "takes the meaning of loneliness in the autumn, and the swan geese flies", and "the autumn is high, the air is calm and the sand is flat, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the sky is flying, and the heart of the Yishi is written by the long history of the honghu".
The tune is melodious and smooth, Jiang Li did not expect that Jiang Youyao would choose such a song "Pingsha Luoyan". She thought that a young lady like Jiang Youyao would play a tune with a smaller artistic conception. It's not that women can't play atmospheric tunes, but because the sound of the piano passes through the mood, how can Jiang Youyao's mood be so atmospheric.
But Jiang Youyao played pretty well.
"This tune is already extremely difficult. After so many years of verification, very few people have played it, even some people have played it, and it is also very ordinary. She is the first one to play as well as Jiang Youyao." Liu Xu murmured. : "She still managed to play such a difficult fingering, she is not unfamiliar at all."
Hearing this, Jiang Li was a little strange, so he asked, "Is this song difficult?"
"Of course!" Liu Xu said immediately: "Mingyitang's ten famous guqin songs, the simplest is "Liu Shui", followed by "Yangchun Baixue", "Three Lanes of Plum Blossoms", "Drunk Singing Evening", "Xiaoxiang Water Clouds", and "Fishing "Reef Questions and Answers", "Yangguan Sandie", "Guangling San", and then "Pingsha Luoyan". Speaking of which, Jinghong Fairy was also named Yanjing because of "Pingsha Luoyan"... Oops," Suddenly Liu Xu What came to mind: "I just said that Jiang Youyao's movements were a bit familiar. It turned out to be like Fairy Jinghong... Did Fairy Jinghong point her to her in private?"
Jiang Li understands that the Jiang family’s price starts, and Ji Shuran is determined to make Jiang Youyao show off in this verification field. It is not difficult to invite the Fairy to surprise.
She asked: "There are only nine songs."
"The hardest part is "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Ji", "Pingsha Luoyan" was played by somebody, but it was not good. "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Ji", but no one has played in the verification field for so many years, even if He is the best student in piano art, and even Mr. Xiao has never played."
Mr. Xiao, naturally referring to Xiao Deyin. Jiang Li thought, Xiao Deyin had actually played it, but Xiao Deyin's excessive pursuit was flawless, and her "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats" was always a little worse, so she simply didn't play in front of others. In private, Xiao Deyin has been working hard for many years in order to practice "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia", and he has also consulted himself.
However, Xue Fangfei is dead, and no one knows these things anymore.
Jiang Youyao is still playing, the swan geese have the sentiment of returning to flying and looking at their customers, the state of antagonism, flying and then gathering the elephant, the god who is shocked and resurrected. In Jiang Youyao's piano sound, the various moods of the swan goose are slowly unfolded, making people feel as if it is autumn, the sky is like blue, and the geese pass without a trace.
In the examiner, Xiao Deyin's expression moved slightly, and Fairy Jinghong watched Jiang Youyao's movements on the stage, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
But I heard someone next to him say: "I don't know when the fairy will also accept a disciple?"
It was the court musician, Mian Ju. Mianju is now in his 50s, but he still looks as happy as a young man in his 20s. Chengri is laughing and laughing. His coarse sackcloth was white, and he didn't look like a musician playing for the emperor at all. When he said this, his tone was quite teasing, but he did not agree with Fairy Jinghong's actions.
When Fairy Jinghong heard the words, her ears were red, and Jiang Youyao's fingering could not hide from a master like Mian Ju, she had already thought of it. Just being spotted in person, still a little embarrassed. But since redeeming oneself and marrying as a wife, many things are not what they used to be. The son of a tea merchant she married was just an ordinary merchant, not a home of the wealthy. She can't show her face anymore, but she still needs firewood, rice, oil and salt in the end. The silver Ji Shuran gave her was enough to make a family worry-free about eating underwear for a few years, so she could not refuse to give Jiang Youyao privately.
Fortunately, Jiang Youyao is a good seedling. It is better to teach an apprentice with aura than the average person.
He heard Mian Ju on one side again: "But you apprentice, you are really not so good."
Fairy Jinghong has a good temper and feels a little uncomfortable at the moment, so he asked, "Mr. Please advise."
"Fairies don't blame the little old man for being polite," Mian Ju said with a grin: "This Miss Jiang San only learned the fairy shape, but not the fairy soul. The geese in "Pingsha Falling Geese" are various, your apprentice is good at playing seven. Seven or eighty-eight, but the meaning of openness and comfort is far worse."
Fairy Jinghong was angry, but knew that Mianju was right. She knew about Jiang Youyao's problem, and tried hard to help Jiang Youyao, but the gentlemen only taught fingering and techniques for the piano and music. Jiang Youyao couldn't comprehend Qin Xin, it was helpless.
"But little girl, she is young and has no worries. This kind of artistic conception is normal if you can't comprehend it. It's pretty good to be able to play like this. If there is nothing unexpected, today's leader, I am afraid it is this girl. Now." Mian Ju added grinning again.
After hearing Mianju's sentence, Fairy Jinghong felt better. She has never confiscated an apprentice, nor has she ever pointed anyone. If Jiang Youyao, who was given her advice, still fails to get the leader, it will be laughed at if it spreads out.
When the two of them were talking, neither Xiao Deyin nor Shi Yan, the music official, spoke. Xiao Deyin was accustomed to protect himself and didn't talk much. Shi Yan was arrogant and didn't bother to pay attention to them.
On one side, Ji Heng fanned his chin and squinted his eyes, as if nap in boredom.
Jiang Youyao's graceful posture on the stage, the sound of the piano is very smooth and beautiful, and she played the extremely difficult "Pingsha Falling Goose", which undoubtedly became the end of the eyes of everyone on the verification field.
"The third young lady of the Jiang family was born very beautiful." Li Lian said suddenly.
Ye Shijie felt a little disgusted in his heart. In any case, discussing the girl's appearance in the court was not the work of a gentleman. However, Li Lian's words were immediately approved by others, and they started to express their admiration for Jiang Youyao.
On the other end, the young woman stared at Jiang Youyao on the stage and said bitterly: "It's really ugly!"
This person is Shen Ruyun.
Shen Ruyun admired Zhou Yanbang in his heart, and naturally didn't have a good face towards Zhou Yanbang's fiancee Jiang Youyao. Seeing Jiang Youyao showing up on stage, she was even more unwilling and jealous. Mother Shen next to her heard this and followed: "It's not like a good girl from a big family."
But I don't want to think that Jiang Youyao is the daughter of the first assistant of the dynasty. In terms of origin, the Shen family is the real poor family. If Shen Yurong is not the champion, Shen Ruyun is going to be a maid for Jiang Youyao, and he will be picked first.
"I thought she was so good at playing herself, she might not be able to hear half as her sister-in-law back then." Shen Ruyun blurted out.
As soon as the voice fell, she was screwed fiercely by Mother Shen, and Shen Ruyun immediately knew that she had made a mistake. Nowadays, the Shen family never mentions Xue Fangfei. If that person knew about it, what would you do if you get angry? It's better to be careful in everything.
Shen Ruyun remained silent.
On the Jiang family table, Jiang Yuyan, who has never been taciturn, couldn't help but said at the moment: "The third sister plays so nicely."
Jiang Yu'e was very upset when she heard that, thinking about what Jiang Yuyan is holding Jiang Youyao doing right now. But Ji Shuran was all around, so she squeezed out a smile, and said, "Of course, the third sister is smart and has a lot of wisdom in the piano art. Today's first name must be the third sister. This "Pingsha" No one else dared to pick it in "Looping Wild Goose", only our third sister dared to pick it, and it was so good that I couldn't make any mistakes. I would say that in a few years from the third sister, no one in Yanjing City will be her opponent."
Ji Shuran said, "Don't hold your third sister Yu'e. If you let outsiders hear this, you don't know how you will laugh at your third sister. There are some outsiders and there are heavens and heavens, and your third sister will have to learn a lot in the future."
Having said that, Ji Shuran's smile could not be concealed or concealed, and the triumph in his eyes made Jiang Yu'e feel dazzling.
Jiang Yu'e thought, clearly she was no worse than Jiang Youyao, but only because Dafang was rich and powerful, she could hire the best husband. If he could be like Jiang Youyao and learn the piano with those famous teachers, he would naturally be able to show the limelight in the verification field.
Why was it not yourself who was born in Dafang? Why are my parents a bastard? If they are a commoner's house, that's fine, but why is the Jiang family's three-bedroom home the most ordinary
Jiang Yu'e couldn't be reconciled.
She was not reconciled and was not noticed by anyone. At this moment, Jiang Li is also watching Jiang Youyao's school exam.
"She can play... really well." Catkin said with difficulty, seemingly reluctant to admit this fact. However, everyone's reaction has explained everything. Compared with last year, this year's Jiang Youyao is far away from others.
Jiang Li said, "But she doesn't have a piano heart."
"Qin Xin?" Catkin was stunned.
"At the end of "Pingsha Falling Wild Goose", the composer has a sense of the sinister world, which is not as good as the nature of a wild goose. Once it falls, the sand will be flat and the water will be far away. There is movement, there is stillness in movement, both movement and stillness are suitable, and the posture is light." Jiang Li said carefully: "But because Jiang Youyao's piano heart is missing a piece of'indifferent', so there is a little less'lightness' in her piano sound '."
Catkins listened carefully to Jiang Li's words.
"My third sister, she really played this song "Pingsha Luoyan", but she played it a thousand times, even 10,000 times. There must be something missing, she is not the best."
"What you said also makes sense." Liu Xu listened and felt the taste, but she shook her head again: "The word Qin Xin is easy for you to say, but you can't touch it so easily. Some luthiers, Even if you spend your entire life, you won’t be able to come across it. We students of Mingyitang, I’m afraid that no one can have it. It’s too difficult to comprehend the matter of artistic conception!"
Jiang Li smiled, indeed, to let the daughter who was raised in her boudoir understand the openness and sparseness of the geese and the grandeur and indifferent nature, which seemed a bit idiotic. Don't say it's a daughter, even if ordinary people are getting older, they may not be exposed to it.
While talking, Jiang Youyao's piano music is nearing its end. She beautifully finished the last part of the radio, the piano sound stopped, and soon, there were applause and applause in the verification field one after another.
This is not among the previous female students.
Jiang Youyao was also very happy with this honor, smiled more brilliantly, bowed with the examiner, and walked off the verification platform without hurries.
Sweat oozes from the tense palms of the catkins, and said to Jiang Li, "What should I do? It's you."
"It's okay." Jiang Li had to comfort her in turn: "I'll be back soon." As she said, she was about to leave, but the catkins grabbed her sleeve.
Catkin said: "Wait! I haven't asked you yet, what are you going to play?"
Jiang Li smiled at her: "No one has ever played it." He left first.
Catkin stood on the spot and murmured: "No one has ever played it, no one has ever played it... She..." Her eyes froze suddenly, and she looked at the back on the verification table in disbelief.
"No way… "
When Jiang Li went up, she happened to meet Jiang Youyao and went off. When the two crossed, Jiang Youyao smiled very sweetly. She said, "Second sister, good luck."
Jiang Li answered without looking back: "Of course."
The boy with the red scarf stood on the verification table and shouted, "Thirteenth, Jiang Li."
The audience was quiet.
Jiang Li stepped onto the verification stand.
"Look, your sister is going up." Next to Jiang Jingrui, there was a good-looking young man pushing and booing.
"Don't make a noise." Jiang Jingrui was a little angry.
The man looked at his face and wondered: "Why, are you still waiting to hear your sister play a song of Xian Le? Jiang Er Shao, are you okay?"
The teenagers all know the good things that the second lady of the Jiang family did eight years ago, and they also know that the second lady has been in the nunnery for eight years. Even after winning the first prize in Mingyitang, it was difficult to shake this inherent impression for a while. In addition, books, mathematics, and rituals can also be learned in the nunnery, but the piano, imperialism, and shooting are not things that can be learned in the nunnery.
Jiang Jingrui's noodles are like the bottom of a pot, although he has no bottom in his heart, but when others say Jiang Li, he is very upset, and said angrily: "You don't have eyes.
"Just take a look." The teenagers replied grinningly.
They were talking about the excitement, but they didn't notice Ning Yuan Hou Shizi next to them, but their eyes followed Jiang Li on the stage, and they didn't want to leave for a long time.
Jiang Li is bathing in incense.
When she first learned the piano, she didn't know how to burn incense and bathe her hands. Incense is a precious thing, and it is used by large households. Tongxiang is poor, Xue Huaiyuan's salary is not enough at all, let alone a better Guqin. Xue Huaiyuan carved a piano for her with wood. That piano was used by Jiang Li when he was a beginner. It was very obscure and had a dull tone. When Jiang Li learned to play the piano, she never wanted to use it again.
Her second violin was a trophy obtained by Xue Zhaohe. At that time, Xue Zhao was provoked, and the other party had a rich family business and a very good lyre. Xue Zhao knew that she wanted a good violin in her heart, so she would count her, and set a bet with someone, and if that person loses, she would give him the violin.
Naqin is a lot of money to the Xue family, but nothing to the other family. Jiang Li can even remember that day when Xue Zhaoxing rushed in from the door, put the lyre on his back on the table, and proudly said to her: "Sister, give you the lyre!"
Later that piano followed her for a long time.
She used that piano to play "Fishing Boat Sings Night", "Yangchun Baixue", "Pingsha Luoyan", and "Plum Blossom Three Lanes".
The sword is paired with a hero. When I was a beginner, I only felt that I had to use the piano well to be good at art. But later, the mood becomes more open-minded. There are so many excellent pianos in the world. There are often good pianos, but not good piano masters.
such a pity…
It's a pity that she married Shen Yurong to Yanjing later. Shen's mother said that she was already a wife and was responsible for the family responsibility. The piano was locked in the Shen family's warehouse, covered with dust, and regrettably left in the dark.
I heard that after Xue Fangfei's death, the Shen family burned all of Xue Fangfei's belongings in a fire, and wanted to come to the lyre, which was full of her memories and full of the love of her father and younger brother, was also extinguished in the fire.
Jiang Li lowered her eyes, very strange. At this moment, her heart was unexpectedly calm.
"What's wrong with her? Why hasn't she started yet?" Someone asked impatiently when she saw that she hadn't moved.
"Ms. Jiang Er doesn't know how to use the piano, is she stupid now?"
Someone analyzed: "It is indeed possible that there is no place to learn piano in the nunnery."
"If you really don't know how to do it, just forget it, why not just get a sigh of relief and make yourself unable to get off the stage."
"It's for the sake of face, saying no, how embarrassing it is."
"Hey, don't you feel ashamed if you stand still here now?"
With all kinds of ridicule, sarcasm, pity and sympathy in his ears, Ye Shijie looked at Jiang Li with some anxiety. What's going on with Jiang Li? Wasn't she very clever when I saw her last time? Why is she at a loss now, where has all her cleverness gone? Jiang Li stayed silent on the verification stage, and Jiang Youyao and Jiang Yu'e were happy at the same time. If Jiang Li couldn't do anything on this verification platform, even if she had won the top three in the past, she would not be able to conceal the fact that she was a joke.
Ji Shuran said worriedly: "What's wrong with Lier..."
"Second sister, isn't it?" Jiang Youyao shook her head and muttered to herself: "How is this possible? Second sister is the most intelligent. She won the top three in the top three, and this time the piano music will definitely not be bad."
She didn't say it, but when she said it, everyone began to wonder whether the leader of Jiang Li's three sects was really worthy of the name.
Seeing Jiang Li lingering on stage, Meng Hongjin's heart was full of joy. The haze that had come in the past few days was wiped out, and he wished that Jiang Li would take advantage of the trend and smash somersault on the verification stage and be embarrassed to get home.
Even Xiao Deyin in the audience frowned and motioned to the child to step forward and remind him that if Jiang Li didn't move anymore, he would be expelled from the stage.
When the Red Scarf Boy was about to come forward to remind him, Jiang Li suddenly spoke up without warning.
"At the beginning of the light and romantic month, the new forest is beautiful and comfortable. The lover plays the spring moon, and she is slender and slender."
This is a folk tune, and Jiang Li's singing is not in Yanjing's Mandarin, like a local dialect, with these lively flavors.
"What is this?" Jiang Youyao asked Ji Shuran.
Ji Shuran shook her head, she had never heard of it either.
"It sounds like a small tune from a certain place," Erfang's Lu's eyes lit up: "Could it be that Li Yatou learned it from the people in the mountains when she was in the nunnery?"
It is possible.
Jiang Li was not affected at all. She still didn't pluck the strings. She just sat in front of the guqin, singing a cappella that was unfamiliar to the audience.
"The green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus flowers are red and fresh. When you see me, I want to have lotus in my heart."
Her voice is clear and gentle, as clear as an undiscovered stream, quiet and lively, gurgling with the opening of spring snow, entraining sunlight and morning dew, morning glow and evening breeze.
It is like the first time a lotus-picking girl in the mountains meets her sweetheart. The ignorant feelings of young girls are on the verge of breaking out. They quickly sprout and grow into green trees with fragrant flowers and plants.
"Autumn breeze enters the window, and the tent flutters. Looking up at the bright moon, I express my love for thousands of miles."
The girl was indulged in the smile of her lover, and sent her tenderness to the moonlight. She is really simple and cute. She was happy, but love also taught her to become sad.
Love is so good, love makes everything cute. People forget that spring and summer are so short, autumn has already come, and winter is not far away.
She sang: "In the past, the grass is green, but now it is still snowy. Who knows that lovesickness is bitter, and it happens in vain."
Her singing stopped abruptly.
The seasons change, and the singing girls are finally waiting for nothing. However, Huanian has passed away. I don't know if the years are wasted or the years are wasted.
Jiang Li's voice is very good, and her singing is better. Unknowingly, the people on the verification field were attracted by this crisp little tune, and indulged in that sweet and sad dream.
Someone murmured: "What's the name of this minor? Why haven't I heard it?"
"I don't know." Others shook their heads: "It's not like the Yanjing accent."
Not far from Princess Yongning, Shen Yurong suddenly raised her head and stared at the girl on the stage. He had heard this song...
This is a folk song widely circulated in Tongxiang, called "The Song of Four O'clock in the Midnight", and almost everyone in Tongxiang can sing it. The smile on Jiang Li's lips was faint, she had also sang it.
In the audience, Xiao Deyin frowned, not knowing what he was thinking. Fairy Jinghong was a little surprised. Shi Yan was still serious and had no expression, but Mianju was dancing with joy. He even said to Fairy Jinghong: "This little girl is interesting. She has always been better than the piano, but she sang. This song is not bad!"
"That's not okay." Fairy Jinghong explained in a good voice: "If it's not better than Qin Yue, she can only be a trick, and it's unfair to other students."
Mian Ju curled his lips and was about to speak, when he suddenly discovered something, he was happy, and said: "What a trick, look, the Lord Guo was also awakened by her song."
It was Ji Heng who didn't know when he had already opened his eyes. He was slamming the handle against his lips, smiling at the girl on the stage, with a subtle expression.
This is the first time Ji Heng has shown the attitude of "listening" from the beginning to the present.
On the other end, Jiang Yu'e said, "Second sister, this is just going to sing a song and not playing the piano?"
That song is indeed very novel, but the music of Jilaiqin is more like "Qin", not "Song".
It seems that Miss Jiang Er is really poor, and she thinks of using songs to replace the piano. Everyone was thinking about it, and Jiang Li stretched out her hands, stroked the strings, and flicked.
The first sound came out.
"Gah—" the person watching the play almost choked. "She wants to play."
"Listen to what she plays..."
The word "what" hasn't been spoken yet, another string of fluent piano sounds ran through people's ears, even more so than Jiang Youyao's, like someone using a knife to chisel on the tip of a person's heart.
"She played "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia"!"
When someone heard it, they were agitated, and their voice changed.
As soon as I heard this, I smelled all discoloration. "Hu Jia eighteen beats", even the master of Mingyitang couldn't play the tune, and he accidentally turned back to make a joke. How dare Jiang Li
How many years hasn't heard anyone play "Hu Jia's Eighteen Beats"? !
In the verification field, it quieted down all of a sudden. In the silence, someone suddenly laughed. It was Mian Ju. He was dancing with joy. There is no other court musician. He was so excited: "It's "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia", this little girl is courageous enough! Brave!"
Fairy Jinghong said helplessly: "Sir, be quiet."
Mianju smiled quickly, and then fell silent.
So there was only Jiang Li's piano in the verification field.
"The Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" is about the woman's homesickness, the sadness and the awe-inspiring grievance of a woman. The emphasis is on the word "sorrowful", not to mention the masters. The female students of Mingyitang are all cardamom girls from aristocratic families. It is a day of innocence and carefreeness. Even a little sadness is also a trivial matter. How can I play the word "sorrowful"? Even "sorrow" is hard to catch.
Although the world often talks about empathy, how can empathy be as simple as four words? Probably only the saints with the world in their hearts can do it.
Meng Hongjin sneered and said, "I don't know how high the sky is, but I just made a joke for others to show..."
She had thought that Jiang Li would not be able to play such a piece of music. If Jiangli can play well, doesn't it mean that Jiangli is better than Mingyitang's brightest talent in these years? How can this be.
But her ridicule gradually stopped, and her face became more and more ugly.
Jiang Li's fingering is very proficient, as if she has been studying the piano for decades, and her movements are also very elegant, without any deliberate and sculpting, she is incredibly casual and light.
The girl was sitting on the verification table, the wind was clear and the sun was thin, the sleeves were wide, the green color was compelling, and she was beautiful and lovely. For a while, the verification field became a deep mountain valley, not as impetuous as Vanity Fair, just like it was. Play to yourself.
It was played for myself.
Jiang Li's eyes didn't look at any place in front of him, and he seemed to have seen no place in front of him.
Quzhe left her hometown and left her hometown. She not only left her hometown and lost her children, but also broke her home and died.
The person next to the pillow is Zhongshan Wolf, and her family has left nothing in this unwarranted disaster. The hateful thing is that the enemy is still rising. Since she was born again, she has finally seen her enemy again, but she cannot avenge her father and brother at this moment, so she has to hold back.
Forbearance is miserable, bloody hatred is miserable, innocent death is miserable, and full of misfortune is miserable. The oppression of the power is miserable, and the sky without eyes is miserable, miserable!
The sound of the piano slammed into the sky like a sharp sword. At that moment, resentment soared into the sky, making the listener only feel that his heart was broken and that he could not feel sorry for himself.
Sad! sad! It broke our hearts!
After many years, someone finally played the "Eighteen Beats of Hu Ji" in the verification field for the first time. I thought that as long as the girl could remember the fingering completely, it was already very good, but Jiang Li could not only remember it completely, I can still remember being proficient, and looking at her appearance, she is clearly not unfamiliar at all.
That's all, but she, a fifteen-year-old girl, how could she pop up "sorrowful"!
Two times out of ten, both sorrow and happiness are both sad and happy. Ten times out of ten, the string is sorrowful, and I don’t know if the liver and intestines are irritated.
Four out of ten beats, tears and tears, the river is flowing eastward thinking. Fifteen beats are tuned quickly, and who knows the music.
Sixteen beats thinking, I and Erxi are on separate sides. The sun and the moon are looking at each other, and they can't go with each other without heartbroken. Worry about day lilies, how hurt to play the piano. Farewell to my hometown today, the old grievances are heavy and the new grievances are long. Weeping blood raised his head and complained to Cang Cang, Hu Weisheng was alone in this disaster.
Xiao Deyin's always gentle face is a bit stiff at this moment. If you look carefully, her fingers are still trembling slightly. Jiang Li's piano music, at least in the song "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia", has been much higher than her! Jiang Li's superb skills in this song can even be her husband!
Yanjing's first luthier, it seems to be a joke at the moment!
Fairy Jinghong was also very surprised. She was already a wife and mother and didn't care about fame and fortune. Therefore, the younger generation surpassed herself and would not make her nervous. She was just very puzzled. Why can a 14-year-old girl with cardamom understand the grievances of "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" so thoroughly? Even if Jiang Li lost his mother since childhood and was sent to the nunnery at the age of seven, even after eight years of miserable life in the mountains, these sufferings are not exactly the same as the "sorrowful grievances" in the music.
This is unbelievable.
Mian Ju was the most happy, his eyes lighted up, staring at Jiang Li like a miser who suddenly found a large piece of gold, salivating, reluctant to look away a little. He even murmured: "This is a natural luthier!"
Shi Yan is better than Mianju, but hearing Jiang Li's piano sound made him change his previous arrogant look, and gradually became a little moved. He is a music official, not as scrupulous as Mianju, but as long as he is a good music player, he will appreciate it with all his heart.
The last of these four people was Ji Heng.
Everyone in the room was attracted and bewitched by Jiang Li’s piano sound. The sound of the piano seemed to confuse people, making everyone who heard it feel sad, as if seeing the scorched loess land with no grass growing, and then thinking of their own. Sad things are hard to hold on to yourself.
The sound of the piano has such a magical power. According to legend, the demon luthier can use the sound of the piano to bring people into the illusion he made, which makes people lose themselves. There are probably no demon luthiers in the world, but there are clever luthiers who can convey heart and soul with the sound of the piano.
When everyone was captured by the piano master, only one person was not moved by the sound of the piano.
He was not like Jiang Youyao and Meng Hongjin, who was jealous because of the sound of the piano, nor was he afraid of Xiao Deyin because of the piano art, nor was he indulged in it like the others. He looked at Jiang Li, and the smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.
Ji Heng was looking at Jiang Li.
His eyelashes are long, and the eyes that line them are also very moving, as if he is also intoxicated, but when he looks closely, he can see it, and he is very sober again. He isolates himself from the sound of the piano, as if isolating himself from the crowd.
He watched Jiang Li playing the piano like watching an opera troupe invited by his house to sing a play, and watching the people on the verification field indulge in the sound of Jiang Li's piano, like watching a play in a play.
The faces of all beings on and off the stage are bustling with people. He is like an affectionate beauty, standing outside the theater watching with cold eyes, so he can be a theaterman.
He drew away soberly.
Some people pull away, some are addicted, how about Jiang Li, the piano player
She was shrouded in great grief, the sadness of the piano and the sadness in her heart seemed to have become two growing shadows, vying to be stretched out. She seemed to be divided into two, a crazy Xue Fangfei, crying about her sorrow in the sound of the piano, and a Jiang Li calmly watching the reactions of the people in the audience.
Seventeen beats feel sad, Guan Shanxiu obstructs the road. When you go, don't be full of thoughts when you come.
Although the eighteen beats come to an end, there is a lot of sound and endless thoughts. It is the work of knowing that all things are good fortune, and sorrow and happiness can change according to people's hearts. Hu and Han are different from each other, and the sky and the earth are separated from each other. I am bitter and resentful in the sky, although Liuhe is widely accepted and cannot be tolerated.
There is always an end to sorrow, and the sound of the piano always ends.
Jiang Li played the last tune,