After speaking, a waitress held a guqin, Yingying placed the golden prince's seat, and after a simple adjustment, the golden prince began to play the music.

What Prince Jin played was a song with a frugal rhythm, each scale was loud, very easy to identify, and the length of the song was not long, there were only twelve bars in total, and the repertoire was easy to understand, like the enlightenment song of a child who first knew the rhythm of music on the earth, which naturally did not make it difficult for Ye Xianglun.

After the song was played, the golden prince leisurely put away the piano, and there was a warm applause and praise from the audience, the golden prince smiled happily, looked at the pianists under the seat and said, "Have you ever heard?"

Ye Xianglun put down the pen and paper, looked left and right, and saw that most of the pianists were thinking hard, obviously not hearing the melody, and before everyone thought about it, the etiquette officer had already begun to collect the answer sheet.

In a moment, all the answers had been withdrawn, and the golden prince sat on the stand seat to examine them one by one, and with the continuous shaking of his head and sighs, the answers had been divided into two dozen on the left and right, only a few on the left, and a dozen on the right had been piled up.

In the end, after Prince Jin finished the answer sheet one by one, he picked up the few dozen answer sheets one by one, and the piano master who was named stood up and saluted Prince Jin, and when Ye Xianglun's name was called, Prince Jin hesitated for a moment and said: "Luoqiu qinist - Ye Xianglun?!"

Ye Xianglun stood up and saluted, "Golden Prince!"

Prince Jin picked up the answer sheet, turned his head and asked the king of Luoqiu, "This is the young man who shocked my horse in Luoqiu City that day?"

King Luoqiu said with a guilty face: "This person is that Ye Xianglun!"

After hearing this, Prince Jin squinted his eyes and smiled: "Sure enough, there are two brushes, interesting!"

"Nanxiang Qinshi - Huangfu Yan!" Prince Jin then read.

The Mai boy beside Ye Xianglun got up to answer.

"It turns out that he is Huangfu Yan, the master of Nanxiangqin!" Ye Xianglun said in his heart.

After finishing the name one by one, Prince Jin said solemnly: "The third scale, most of the pianists can write it, and the penultimate scale, among the more than 100 pianists, only these more than ten people answered correctly, and among the dozens of people who did not answer correctly, some of them are old pianists who have already become famous.

In the face of Prince Jin's merciless criticism, all the pianists who were not named lowered their usually arrogant heads.

Indeed, the third-to-last scale, compared to the third, is indeed difficult to answer, it not only teaches the recognition of the scale, but also pays attention to the direction of the momentum, so as to judge the last measure.

After the first question was over, Prince Jin continued to announce the second question.

The second question is to find the wrong question.

The examiner, that is, the golden prince, played a piece in advance, and the pianists knew the melody of the repertoire through memory, and then the examiner played the piece again, but there were several mistakes hidden in the song, and the pianists found out a few mistakes according to their own judgment.

This question is much more difficult than the previous one, and it not only tests the musicians' recognition of rhythm, but also tests their memory and judgment.

After Prince Jin finished speaking, he began to play, Ye Xianglun listened carefully, fortunately, this track is simpler than the previous track, but the length of the song is much longer than the previous one. After listening to the song, Ye Xianglun was already familiar with the style of the song.

In order to deepen his memory, Prince Jin played this piece twice repeatedly, and the fourth time he played it was a wrong song, Prince Jin played it slowly, the tune was clear and clear, a song came down, several mistakes were obvious, Ye Xianglun wrote on the paper without thinking, looked around, except for the Mai boy next to him, the other violinists were burying their heads in writing, as if they were finding out, but they couldn't get it.

After staying for about a minute, Prince Jin ordered the ceremonial officer to collect the answer sheet, and after the answer sheet was collected, Ye Xianglun saw that most of the pianists were shaking their heads and sighing, obviously dissatisfied with their answers.

The answer sheet was handed to Prince Jin, who hurriedly examined it, and after the trial, only two answer sheets were left in his hand, which were Ye Xianglun and Huangfu Yan's.

After Prince Jin announced the answer, the two of them stepped forward to salute, Ye Xianglun had no choice but to walk out of his seat, turned around to look at Huangfu Yan, and saw that he seemed to be very reluctant to see Prince Jin, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally walked out of his seat.

The two walked one after the other to the two rows of seats in front of the Golden Prince's steps and bowed their hands.

When Prince Jin saw the two of them come forward, he was overjoyed and praised: "You are the only two of you who answered both questions correctly, I didn't expect Luoqiu to have such a powerful offspring, it's really gratifying!"

After being praised, King Luoqiu's face lit up, and he quickly got up to thank him.

The golden prince turned around and looked at the two of them, only then did he notice that Huangfu Yan's face was covered with a black cloth, and the golden prince said solemnly: "I don't know if the black cloth on the face of the emperor's brother can be removed, and the main hall should also look good at the appearance of the two southeast musicians, so as to reward the two in front of the father!"

Huangfu Yan hesitated for a moment, slowly took off the black cloth, and a still immature face was reflected in front of everyone, and everyone sighed unconsciously.

Judging from her appearance alone, Huang Fuyan's age is less than twenty years old, and Prince Jin never expected that such a young pianist would pass his two exam questions.

Prince Jin asked in disbelief, "I wonder how old this Mr. Huangfu is this year?"

"Nineteen this year!" Although it is rude to ask people's age directly in this country, Huang Fuyan still answered truthfully.

"I'm only nineteen years old!" sighed to everyone at the table.

Hearing Huangfu Yan's age, Prince Jin's face moved slightly, and judging from his expression, he was obviously jealous.

But this look disappeared in a flash, and as the prince of the Jin Kingdom, he immediately returned to his previous domineering: "Having such a talent at a young age is also gratifying for my southeast region, it seems that this whole note competition is not as easy as I imagined before, so it is good to add some fun to the main hall." ”

Prince Jin meant that he had already regarded the whole note as his own bag: "There is another exam question in the main hall next, which was originally intended to be taught to everyone, but now it seems that it is better to directly test the two of them!"

"This is a talent question, it depends on the talent and play of the two," Prince Jin said confidently, "Maybe many people here know that the master has raised a spiritual object, called the 'sound reading bird'! This spiritual creature will hear the sad rhythm, it can't help but let out a whimpering and mournful sound, if the song is moving, it will hover over the top of the playing, for a long time." Today, let's ask the two of you to try playing a song to see if it can impress the spiritual objects of the master?"

After speaking, Prince Jin beckoned, and a beautiful maid carefully took out a golden wire cage made of gold from the inner hall, and there was a small bird lying in the cage, this bird was a little different from the birds that Ye Xianglun usually saw, the feathers of the bird's body were staggered horizontally and vertically, like a peacock's tail screen, showing gorgeous colors, and the bird's head was somewhat like an owl with one open and one closed. On the whole, lying in the cage with a blank head, this bird must be what he called the pronunciation bird.

Prince Jin introduced the pronunciation bird to everyone in a very ostentatious tone, which attracted a lot of praise from the audience.

After seeing the satisfactory response, Prince Jin got back to the point, carefully placed the golden wire cage on the long case and said, "Please start with Mr. Ye! I don't know what kind of musical instrument Mr. Ye will use?"

"Guqin is fine!" Ye Xianglun said casually.

After Ye Xianglun finished speaking, the attendants in the audience had moved the desk where Ye Xianglun was sitting to the front of the hall.

Ye Xianglun sat in front of the desk, constantly searching for tracks in his head, and after a while, a song came into his mind, Ye Xianglun's fingers fluctuated, the strings were like flowing water, and under Ye Xianglun's plucking, there was a curling piano sound, this song was Ye Xianglun's Chinese style song "Lady" composed for his "friend" Li Yuanhao when he was on earth.

As soon as the song was played, it shocked the four seats, and everyone present, including Huangfu Yan, was moved. The crowd opened their mouths and fell into a state of intoxication, as if they were looking at a man of God. For them, it was never before in their lives that they had heard such a light and moving tune.

Just when Ye Xianglun's tune was gradually entering, the pronunciation bird opened its closed eyes as if frightened, staring intently at Ye Xianglun who was playing in the audience, and after a long time, it made a shocking scream, however, at this time, everyone had already fallen into the song, and no one paid attention to the chirping of the pronunciation bird in the cage.

As the song progressed, the feathers of the bird's whole body opened, showing a black color, and the bird flapped its wings vigorously, and actually pecked open the cage door with its beak, and flew towards Ye Xianglun, hovering above his head.

While circling, the bird also let out a terrifying whine. Even so, the birdsong was not noticed, and the guests seemed to have forgotten that what they were listening to now was nothing more than an exam question, and the answer to the question had already been obtained.

With a long aftersound trembling, a song finally ended, Ye Xianglun opened his eyes, looked blankly at the four seats who were still immersed in his song, and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"It's really like a heavenly sound! There is still such a beautiful song in the world? The old man has opened his eyes today!"

After a long time, with a loud praise, it seemed to break everyone's immersion, and for a while, there was a lot of discussion in the audience, and everyone knocked on their fingers to praise.