Poor Lady

Chapter 31: Chess, Calligraphy and Painting (2)

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"Is it him?" When Feng Zhan saw Qi Surong holding the flute, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Do you know him?" Shen Muran looked intently. When he saw the young man's appearance, he was slightly startled and felt a little familiar inexplicably.

"I don't know his name either." Feng Zhan said with a smile, "We just met him once. Come on, let's get closer, he's going to start playing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the music started playing.

If the previous xun sound was like a steady 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. The smart notes are like petals, floating in the air, as if You can also smell a light fragrance.

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

A flute tune unfolds like a scroll.

The Awakening World Garden was full of men. Listening to such beautiful flute music, a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths unconsciously.

This is a delightful piece of music.

Maybe the skill is not that high, at least the level shown by Dong Lingjun just now is not lower than hers, but the depth of emotion is completely different.

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

After finishing the song, Qi Surong gently put the flute back into the distance, cupped his hands and said, "You're showing off your ugliness."

Lord Dongling looked ugly and stared at her.

"Yes, although the technique is lacking, the style of music is elegant and gorgeous, and the essence of music has a third degree of charm." The examiner praised.

"Thank you, sir." Qi Surong smiled lightly. It had been a long time since she had played an instrument so happily, and she had a lot of fun this time.

There were beads of sweat on her forehead, but she was in high spirits.

Unlike men, as a woman from an aristocratic family, she has learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. Her knowledge may not be as good as that of men, but her artistic accomplishment is no worse than anyone else.

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

Qi Surong nodded and drew the third lot under the watchful eyes of everyone.

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

Qi Surong smiled, she was lucky, the guqin was her best instrument, so she would not miss in the last game.

She came to the piano stand, reached out and touched the strings, with a look of nostalgia on her face. The guqin was her favorite musical instrument, but after her rebirth, she put her guqin away and never played it again.

Unexpectedly, the first time I played after my rebirth would be under such circumstances.

Probably Qi Surong stayed at the piano stand for a long time, which caused misunderstanding to Lord Dongling. He sneered: "What? Could it be that you can't play? If you can't, it's better to abstain as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment later."

Qi Surong raised his head and glanced at him. This person was quite talented in music, but unfortunately his temperament was not good. In the future, he would probably be able to barely get into the mainstream, and he would not be able to get a glimpse of the realm of a master.

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

Playing for the first time after her rebirth, she didn't want to take things lightly.

The examiner was stunned for a moment, but before he could say anything, Lord Dongling mocked: "It's just a trick. It's just playing the piano. You can start at any time. How come there are so many false gifts?"

Qi Surong ignored him, just looked at the examiner and begged: "This is a fine guqin. I don't want to disgrace it."

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

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

Qi Surong took a deep breath, raised his hands, and slowly dipped into the water. Her movements are elegant, her temperament is clear, and her eyes are calm. The white and slender fingers, against the backdrop of the clear water, are as beautiful as white jade.

Everyone present was unconsciously attracted to her, and four words popped up in their minds at the same time: The young master is like jade.

Lord Dongling knew that something was not good as soon as he saw her acting like this.

I'm afraid I'll lose face this time.

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

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

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

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

When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company.

Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall.

Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.

The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt.

Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death.

Misfortune happens in vain!

Fighting bravely and fighting bravely. The melody is like an eagle rising straight into the sky.

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

Everyone was still savoring the beautiful flute music, but the next moment they were pulled into a battlefield full of crises.

Many people's hands holding the pen trembled, and they almost wrote "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" as "drawing the bow like a full moon", the style of music changed too fast!

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

Liu Muhan also looked thoughtful, with some hesitation in his eyes.

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

There was silence all around, and no one came forward to disturb "him".

After a while, she opened her eyes, stood up and saluted everyone: "You're showing off your shame."

Qinbi's top spot is no longer in doubt.

The examiner praised: "Master Zhuo has extraordinary piano skills. I wonder where he learned from him?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you the name of my master." Qi Surong apologized.

The examiner waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "He must be a famous person who has never been born in this world. I am lucky enough to hear this song. It is worth my trip."

"Sir, you are so complimentary."

The examiner thought for a while and suddenly suggested: "There is no doubt that the first place this time, but I really want to know how many musical instruments you are good at. Why not continue to draw lots? The subsequent competition will not be calculated for the score, but if you can complete three more Bureau, I will give you a small gift in my own name."

Before Qi Surong could reply, everyone around him responded: "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 has a playful nature and is not mixed with other factors, but it can make people relax.

"Then let's get started." The examiner smiled and waved to her, seemingly impatient.

More and more people gathered outside the piano room, all watching with interest, but Mr. Dongling had no idea where he had gone.

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

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

The song "The Moon Is High" came out in response.

Different from the mood of the previous three songs, Qi Surong played the gentle and plaintive music lightly and smoothly, making everyone smile.

The fifth scene - Sheng.

In Qi Surong's opinion, the Sheng was an unsightly musical instrument. In the past, she would never have touched it. But since meeting her master, many of her ideas have changed. She prefers to act haphazardly rather than be dignified and noble. Besides, she is now dressed in men's clothing, so she doesn't need to care about her little daughter's image.

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

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

Scene 6—Xiao.

Game 7 - Suona.

Scene 8—Morin fiddle.

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

The examiner sighed: "I am 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 can just use it, I know about thirty-two kinds."

The examiner gave her a thumbs up: "What a genius. It's amazing."

Everyone around him was also eye-opening. They didn't expect that this young man was actually a master of weapons.

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

Qi Surong's face was rosy and she was full of energy. After the competition, she felt very relaxed.

This trip was considered worthwhile, and the depression during this period was completely gone.

At this moment, there 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 spend his time, his arm was suddenly pulled by someone. ,

Looking back, she saw the elder from the study room appearing next to her, laughing and saying: "Since I have 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 the old man with a childlike innocence tangledly, and was pulled towards the chess room by him.

Seeing that there was another good show to watch, everyone followed him one after another.

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

"Nothing, I don't have enough time, I'll give you an extension."

You old man seems to be the examiner in the study room, right? Is it really okay to interfere in the chess room? Besides, if you break the rules casually, you will be criticized

Mr. Ge didn't care about that. He happily pulled Qi Surong into the chess room and shouted, "Wait a minute for the rankings. Is there anyone left who can't compete?"

He forced Qi Surong to sit down at the chess table, 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 in confusion. Finally, at the examiner's signal, one person walked out and sat across from Qi Surong.

Qi Surong cupped his hands and said, "Sorry, it's troublesome."

"It doesn't matter, we all know Mr. Ge's temper." Then he came over and lowered his voice and said, "It's all out of tune."

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

The man looked at the incense table, calmed his expression, and said, "We're running out of time, let's start catching people?"

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