Leaving aside the script of the Magic Flute, how many people fell in love with the Magic Flute because of the two arias of the Queen of the Night in the play?

The answer to this question is certainly many, many more.

The queen is a thousand faces.

She turned her hands into clouds and her hands into rain.

She is majestic, she is imposing, she is hideous and evil, she is majestic, and she is beloved and heartfelt.

For 200 years, there have been countless sopranos who have become famous for their role as the Queen of the Night.

Diana's interpretation is hideous and evil, Christina's interpretation is spicy and provocative, Mosel's interpretation is sentimental, and Aidita's interpretation is easy.

Ning Qianxia's night queen is still impossible to define.

However, in terms of styling, this time her stage image has changed from Carmen's charm and debauchery, and the gorgeous satin and exquisite crown make her look holy and noble now.

Although her body shape is always worried about her voice as a night queen, but the moment she spoke.

No one is bothering with that.

Even from another point of view, doesn't a slender and glamorous Oriental Queen of the Night fit the theme of the story?

David shook his head, he had even begun to fantasize about taking her to the major theaters all over Europe.

Fame and fortune, she shouldn't miss anything, David thinks so.

However.

The real show has just begun.

The Queen's hand, running across the prince's cheek, hooked his chin:

-Because you are pure, intelligent, and innocent

With a small flowery tongue sound, she slowly lowered her hand.

- Occasionally, there is a young man like you who can soothe the heart of a poor mother

The moment she turned around, she covered her chest, she looked so helpless:

-Fate, destined for me to grieve and be sad

- I, lost my only daughter

Mournful tunes, heart-wrenching lamentations.

- My joy is gone!

The band repeated the melody.

- The evil devil stole her!!

The Night Queen raised her arms high, and her angry eyes seemed to breathe flames.

The musical night reproduces this radicality, repeating it again.

At this moment, Qin Jian didn't know how to evaluate Ning Qianxia's eyes, this uncertainty made him want to believe for a moment that there was really a demon who stole her daughter.

"Beautifully acted. ”

The baton crossed a huge arc, and Qin Jian sent the intensity of the music to another level.

The three attendants hugged the queen tightly and held her tightly, for fear that she would faint and fall to the ground.

Queen:

-I could still see her shivering, in pain, in fear

-How to tremble and struggle in sin is only more afraid

The theme of the music is repeated, and the brass tone is added.

-I watched helplessly as she was stolen

- "Ahhh!!hhh

- I only heard her shouting

After her pitch was stretched by two and a half beats, the orchestra doubled in volume for a moment.

Then a short flowery cavity rose from the stage.

Although it is only a beat and a half, it is enough to make people feel refreshed.

And the soprano stunt, still with a sad look on her face, went on to sing:

-Many pleas have been to no avail, my help is too weak

When the prince heard this, he could barely control his feet and approached the queen, and his eager eyes seemed to ask the queen to agree to save Pamina with his own hands.

As soon as the music stops, a new section begins.

The major key of the sun dispelled the gloomy minor key.

The queen gave the young prince a determined look:

-If you are going to rescue my daughter, you will be my daughter's savior

- When I see your victory, I will promise to marry her to you

Ignoring the prince, the queen walked to the front of the stage, almost above the orchestra pit.

She swept through every corner of the audience, glancing as if she hadn't seen each other at all, glancing at the orchestra pit and the black-clad conductor in front of her.

She held her head high without revealing any flaws

In the tense, sharp beat of the violin, her throat visibly stirred up and down again.

Qin Jian saw it clearly from the current perspective.

The Night King's flower cavity reappears.

This time it's no longer a short intervening moment.

The aria "Don't tremble, child" in the first act "Ozittrenicht, meinlieber Sohn" is written in the style of standard Italian opera.

From the lyricism of the first section to the flowery cavity of the latter section.

Every scene and sentence is tightly arranged.

At this time, Ning Qianxia was quickly using her voice to deal with the repetitive sound box staccato in the melody in the extremely high vocal range, especially in the rush of the string group, and the two seemed to be engaged in a high-density and high-confrontation competition of vocal skills.

With a few minutes of warm-up, Ning Qian seemed to have completely let go of his voice.

The high-pitched and enchanting casona of color bloomed from her mouth one ripple after another, and the song seemed to give birth to wings, and as soon as it appeared, it flew into the sky above the golden stage, lifelike.

She incarnated her own voice, clasped her hands to her chest, and sang with a powerful artistic beauty, as if she wanted to integrate all the grandeur and majesty into the mysterious and ancient temple of Aixi.

Mozart, his soprano arias are never meant to be show-off, but are full of realistic portrayal expressions.

Ning Qianxia knew this very well, so she didn't show off her singing voice at all.

She wanted her 'own daughter' to be free from suffering, and she was willing to suffer everything for it.

Moment.

Her voice seemed to turn into a sharp knife, filled with hatred for the 'demon'.

The audience was shocked again.

The first act was close to the end here, no matter what the final ranking of this game was, Qin Jian felt very satisfied.

But listening to the more and more agitated vocals in his ears, he began to sweat for Ning Qianxia.

There has never been a rehearsal where she has ever let herself go so much.

Her voice jumped up and down, jumping freely, and the aura of the whole person completely enveloped the hall, and her facial expressions made the audience deeply immersed in it.

Soaring high-pitched, soaring brilliance.

She created moment after moment.

...

Gradually, the music dimmed.

It's like the lights on the stage that are getting dimmer and dimmer.

Looking at the last moment when the night queen walked into the smoke, Qin Jian breathed a sigh.

He knew that tonight, Ning Qianxia's name would definitely be remembered by everyone present.

Perfect aria.

Even though it is a representative of the forces of darkness and evil, she is still fascinating.

"Whoop ——————————"

The music continued, and applause broke out from the audience.

After the night disappeared into the temple.

The three maids disappeared into the moonlight

The prince and the birdcatcher disappeared into the rockery.

The four curtains that had been raised one by one were pulled down again.

The retro curtain pulling technique is like a script and then going backwards.

Only the music is still moving forward.

The empty stage still seems to sound the swan song of the star queen.

Qin Jian looked at all this with some regret in his heart.

Perhaps many viewers will feel the same way as him, and perhaps their applause carries this regret.

The story, which only has the first act in place, seems to be coming to an end here.

A look of sadness crept into the corner of his eye, and he knew that this story shouldn't end here.

He wanted some revelation that would make it clear that this story was still this story.

"Whoop ——————————"

As the music grew quieter, he had to straighten up, as he was about to turn around and bow to the jury on behalf of Figaro's spring.

There was not a moment of silence.

Under the wave of applause, Qin Jian's baton stood still in mid-air.

All performances are over.

It's time for him to turn around.

That's when it happened.

"Ding. ”

With the moment of the night after the fading crown came out of the big curtain.

He heard another beautiful voice.

"A new piece of information has been discovered..."

Turning around with a smile, Qin Jian bowed deeply.

...

The game is over.

The story will continue.