"Maybe he also knows that he can't hide it, but he just feels that you have no choice next to you, Grandpa Guo."

It is not surprising that Yang Hao's frugal personality would do such a thing.

Even if Xie Junlang dies next to him, there will be no shortage of people who will give him advice and act as a think tank.

What Wen Sheng didn't expect was Li Chengyun's reaction.

Li Chengyun not only figured it out, but when he looked at it like this, he hated the two princes' cousins, and no one bought it, could it be that he wanted to be a lonely minister from now on?

Emperor Jianzhao is already old, and he doesn't know how many years he still has to live.

At that time, no matter which of the two brothers succeeds to the throne, Li Chengyun is afraid that it will not end well.

However, his attitude is exactly what Wen Sheng appreciates the most.

Born in the world, in just a few decades of spring and autumn, if you still have to look forward and backward, forced by power, live aggrieved, there are grievances that cannot be sued, and revenge cannot be avenged, then what is the meaning?

So she didn't persuade Li Chengyun to think twice, but said: "Gu Jiu took care of Grandpa Guo in many ways before, and this time he rescued me from the tiger's mouth. ”

Wen Sheng still remembered that in order to ask for a letter of recommendation that day, she agreed with the gentleman Li Chengyun that although she had opened the door of Xuanyin Pavilion as early as when she entered the first class, the doorman said that it would be invalid, but the person who was a confidant died, and Li Chengyun was in trouble in the future, and she could not stand idly by. For Wen Sheng, the promise is not lightly, but the words "but with the drive" also show her dedication to Li Chengyun.

Li Chengyun understood what Wen Sheng meant.

But he just looked at Liji in the coffin and smiled bitterly: "At that time, I said that I asked you to be a guest, because I wanted someone to talk to Liji and make her less lonely." Now," he shook his head, "are there not many people in this mansion who work for me?" You just have to heal your wounds. Let's take the exam with peace of mind. ”

In order to make Wen Sheng able to play the piano, Fan Chunhan carefully prepared the wound medicine for her, and re-bandaged the injured area, so that it was convenient for the fingers to bend and stretch at the same time, but at the same time, it was restricted, so that Wen Sheng would not use too much force and hurt the meridians again.

He told Wen Sheng not to use too much force with his left hand when playing the piano. Don't move your fingers too much. Don't play the piano for too long.

These three "don'ts", although Wen Sheng should be done, he knows that he may not be able to do it then.

In this last game, she had already made up her mind to do her best.

Early the next morning. Xuanyin Pavilion Street is crowded with people, crowded and impassable.

Among them, there are relatives and friends of the candidates, but more of them are watching the excitement, waiting for the list of the top ten hand-picked by Emperor Jianzhao, especially the top three, to be revealed. If you win the bet, you can go directly to Guyunfang and Fengjing, and queue up to get the silver.

In such a noisy scene, Wen Sheng followed the car carried by Li to the scene. It was discovered from afar.

Because Wen Sheng is a woman, there are not many people who bet on her top three, but she has performed well in several consecutive games, coupled with Tan Yaohua's strong praise. But it is the favorite of the top ten games.

So along the way, Wen Sheng heard many people shouting her name and cheering her on.

Arriving at the gate of Xuanyin Pavilion, Wen Sheng got out of the car. Li Chengyun walked in with her and said, "If they know that your hand is injured like this." I don't know how annoyed. ”

Wen Sheng got up in the morning and tried it, Fan Chunhan is worthy of being a doctor, his skills are very good, even the ring finger that was almost no feeling yesterday can be barely flexed and extended, and make simple fingering.

It's just that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and every time her left hand moves lightly on the strings, the wound that pulls the palm of her hand is very painful, and the time is a little longer, and the meridians of the entire left arm are sore, and it takes her great perseverance to play the song completely as usual.

But Wen Sheng doesn't care, as long as she can still play the piano, she is very satisfied.

She didn't learn the Eight Techniques of Miaoyin, and even if her left hand became less flexible from then on, she wouldn't necessarily be able to become a musician.

So after hearing Li Chengyun's words, she smiled faintly and said, "I won't annoy them, I will definitely do my best to stay for a while." When the results come out, they will be glad that they have invested money in me. It's just that Grandpa Guo is betting on the champion, and I'm afraid I can't do it. ”

Only Wen Sheng knew, and Li Chengyun successively bet 16,000 taels of silver on her.

The Silk Tong Hall is in front, and the two need to be separated, Li Chengyun said at this time: "You can do your best, it's really not good, and what about me, I can help you make a statement to the saint." ”

Wen Sheng admitted: "Thank you Grandpa Guo." ”

Today is the last day of Dabi, and all the powerful ministers who can basically get out of it are present to watch.

When Emperor Jianzhao arrived with his two sons, accompanied by Tan Lao Guoshi and others, Wen Sheng found that people were really Qi today.

Yang Haoyu, Yang Haojian, Li Chengyun and Feng Songchuan, except for Tan Yaohua, who did not come, all the other benevolent and hateful people were present, and they would complain to Emperor Jianzhao for a while, I don't know how lively it would be.

There are a total of 120 first-class apprentices, after these few days, they are all familiar with each other, Wen Sheng injured his hand, and bandaged it tightly, and soon someone noticed this abnormality, everyone frequently looked at Wen Sheng's side, and even Zhong Tianzheng, who was standing quite far away, noticed it, his eyes were surprised, and he glanced at Wen Sheng.

The title of today's exam is "Fun".

It was actually Tan Lao Guoshi and his two sons who went out in person.

The apprentices had the privilege of listening to the legendary Eight Ways of Miaoyin, and the three top musicians of the Great Liang will also listen to the apprentices' performances and determine today's results according to the performance of the crowd.

To put it bluntly, the father and son of the Tan family want to make the final screening for Emperor Jianzhao's handpicking.

Over the years, as the old national teacher has become older and older, he has been living at home for many years, and rarely comes out to walk around, and it is difficult for everyone to hear him play the piano in person.

Now that I heard that he was going to show his hand, not only these apprentices who had not yet entered the Xuanyin Pavilion, but even the musicians present were all excited and couldn't help themselves.

The old musician of Xuanyin Pavilion personally served, set up tables and chairs for Tan Mengzhou, and placed the guqin.

When Tan Mengzhou came out of the Sitong Hall accompanied by his two sons, the audience was silent.

He sat down, and the hundreds of people in front of the Silk Hall didn't even pant loudly.

The old man looked at the crowd and smiled, did not speak, lowered his head and began to play the piano.

The sound of the piano sounded, and with the sound of "Zheng", Wen Sheng's heartstrings trembled.

She had a feeling of being out of breath.

Originally, when she heard that Old Master Tan was going to demonstrate the Eight Methods of Miaoyin in person, just thinking about it, she knew how gorgeous the fingering should be, and it happened that she was not far away, and she also wanted to take a closer look, who knew that Old Master Tan had just started to do it, and she had hallucinations in front of her.

The silk tung hall disappeared abruptly, and the ten thousand high mountains in its place were misty and misty, and there were ditches and streams under it, and there was no bottom.

And on the highest peak, stands a golden-domed hall.

It was the pinnacle of musicians' skills, and countless people spent their lives trying to touch it, but for various reasons, they ended up falling on the halfway mountain road.

The mountains look up, and the scenery stops.

Wen Sheng stood there, his eyes full of illusions.

Until the sound of Tan Lao Guoshi's piano ended for a while, there was still no movement in front of the Sitong Palace.

Wen Sheng came back to his senses, but when he saw that the people on the left and right were almost like him, they were all in a trance, and they were stunned.

It turns out that this is the real Eight Ways of Miaoyin.

Don't talk about Wen Sheng, all the musicians on the field looked powerless to resist it.

After playing the piano, Mr. Tan did not get up, and his two sons followed him.

In front of Mr. Tan, a table and a chair were added.

According to the requirements of the examination, the apprentices should sit down and play in turn, whatever the song is, just to reflect the understanding of the song just now.

After the performance, a certain son of the old national teacher will point out two sentences in person and give the results directly.

In front of everyone's eyes, hundreds of pairs of eyes were firmly staring, one of which belonged to Tan Lao Guoshi, and the pressure of the people who came forward to take the exam can be imagined.

Because of the large number of people, the exam went on quickly, and in just half an hour, thirty or forty people got the results, and the excellent grades in this one were significantly more than the first two games, and Xiang Jiarong and Yang Lanyi, who were in front of Wen Sheng, all got the excellent grades.

When Xiang Jiarong got the honors, there was a slight commotion in the crowd, and the first person who got the honors for three consecutive days appeared.

It can be seen that Tan Ruide, the second son of Tan Lao Guoshi, likes him very much, and when he announced the results, he deliberately gave a few more words of encouragement.

Soon it was Wen Sheng's turn to play.

She hugged the piano and saluted respectfully, Tan Ruide saw her left hand, frowned slightly, and asked, "What's wrong with the hand?" ”

Wen Sheng replied: "There was an accident yesterday, and I was unfortunately injured. Wen Sheng knew from the first day of the exam that it was Tan Yaohua's father who was talking to her at this time, and her tone couldn't help but be extremely respectful.

At this time, Old Master Tan spoke: "Can you still play the piano?" ”

"Returning to the country, yes." Wen Sheng replied very firmly.

"Let's get started."

Wen Sheng put down the piano, sat down, and settled down.

She hadn't actually figured out how to play the song right now.

But since it is said to be played at will, can she not use her left hand?

Wen Sheng decided to play a piece of prose.

She plays high mountains and thick soil, and the hall is magnificent.

The piano comes from the heart, although there are only a few seven strings, and the fingering of Wen Sheng's right hand is not fancy, but the aftermath of the silk hall is lingering, this piece of piano music, because she felt the relationship of "Sailing" yesterday, sounds faintly special.

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement; The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue.

But it is difficult to detect the slightest difference unless you listen attentively and discern carefully. Everyone saw that Wen Sheng was injured in his left hand, and in front of Tan Lao Guoshi, he stroked a piece of piano music with his right hand.

In this last big test, is she going to rely on only one hand to compete with everyone?

After Wen Sheng finished playing, Tan Lao's two sons actually glanced at each other and did not make an evaluation immediately.

After a while, Old Master Tan spoke: "Ruibo, Ruide, you two are not going to say something?" ”

Tan Ruibo replied: "Don't hide it from your father, my son really wants to listen to her play again, otherwise I don't know whether to give her a good grade or give a bad grade directly." (To be continued) R655