Xie Jin and Wang Hanyue stood looking at each other, their eyes met, and there seemed to be a flickering fire between the intersections.

Everyone was on their respective seats, obviously far away from the ring, and they could feel the rivalry between the two women.

Especially in Qilin Academy, the undercurrent between this noble girl is much more exciting than the girls and concubines in their backyard competing for favor.

Xu Chengyu even watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, so he topped Wang Chensui.

"Brother Wang, look at Miss Xie and your sister, which one can come out on top."

Although Wang Chensui is friendly with Xu Chengyu on the surface, he doesn't look down on his playboy style in his heart, and said perfunctorily, "Each has its own merits." ”

Xu Chengyu said to himself, "Brother Wang is modest, who doesn't know Miss Xie's family, a girl who grew up on horseback, if she shoots tomorrow, I will naturally beat her to win." But this article compares, which year is not the Wang family's sister wins. It's just that this year's competition is really a Shura field......"

Although Wang Chensui is answering Xu Chengyu's words, this is indeed what everyone thinks.

Although Xie Jin's status is noble, his reputation in the palace school is even greater.

But this reputation is also mostly because she was a maverick in the past, and she is a rare preference for martial arts over Wenbi among noblewomen.

Therefore, at this moment, everyone's hearts are more biased towards Wang Hanyue.

Qian Qian looked at this scene, and asked Qin Yi softly, "Lord Wang, I don't know if you can worry." ”

After all, so many people watched, although they couldn't hurt Xie Jin anything. But the rumors are like knives, and they are still ugly and tight.

"I believe her."

Qin Yi said that he has always been gentle, and the rare firmness at this moment surprised Qian Qian.

Qin Yi's vision is unique, although Qin Yi's selfishness is not excluded in these words, it also makes Qian Qian look forward to Xie Jin's performance.

On the stage, Xie Jin hugged his hands, his right hand was on top, and his palm was inward; Lean over and push your hands, slowly raise your hands to your forehead, slightly above your eyebrows, lean down, and when you get up, return to your posture.

The whole process was full of smiles at the corners of his mouth, impartial, and the atmosphere was full of natural preciousness.

In contrast, Wang Hanyue's movements were also standard, but because she wanted to win too much, looking at Xie Jin's face that made her jealous day and night, her face stiffened, and she also fell down.

Everyone was in an uproar, and each of them took up his pen and wrote down his choice.

After stepping out of the ring, Xie Jin looked at Qin Yi across the sea of people, and the two of them looked at each other.

Yesterday, Qin Yi analyzed the key points of Kabby to Xie Jin.

The test of etiquette is not to make people mere formalities and indefinite.

Rather, it is courteous and respectful from the heart.

Xie Jin proved her achievements to Qin Yi with her actions.

And this small tacit understanding between the two also fell in Wang Hanyue's eyes, and the anger in his heart was even worse.

After the etiquette is over, the next one is music.

Master Qin stepped forward and drew the instrument of today's competition from the box.

The women silently prayed in their hearts that it would be their musical instrument. But don't be like last year, when the chimes were drawn, most of the people were helpless against it, and the result was bleak.

After Mr. Qin finished drawing, he unfolded the note in his hand to everyone.

"Guqin ......"

The women put down the big stone in their hearts and breathed a deep sigh of relief, although not everyone is proficient in the guqin. But everyone is good at one or two.

Whatever the outcome, it's not too shameful.

For the sake of fairness, everyone went up in turn and played with the same guqin prepared by Gong Xue.

After all, there was a hand-me-down piano in ancient times, and there was the sound of Kunshan jade crushing and hibiscus crying dew.

If people use such a guqin, it is a technical achievement and can win the competition.

The women drew lots to determine the order of the competition.

Wang Hanyue looked at the note in her hand, and her appearance was before Xie Jin.

It seems that God still favors her, and this time, she will definitely take the lead and make Xie Jin lose in a mess.

The first to appear was Fu Nanzhi.

The song of the phoenix is lingering, and the quiet and beautiful time in the wonton shop yesterday keeps flashing in my mind. The artistic conception in the song was conveyed vividly, and the men of the Qilin Academy who were fascinated were fascinated.

Fu Nanli looked at the admiring looks of his classmates and friends, and tensed his nerves.

is just such a sister, if these guys dare to beat Nan Zhi's idea, if one counts as one, he will definitely clean it up.

At the end of the song, the Qilin Academy applauded.

Fu Nanzhi saluted and retreated to everyone, and the careful Fu Nanli found that looking from Fu Nanzhi's angle, it was where Xie Jingchen was.

It seems that he has time to ask this friend for a few pots.

The second one to appear was Sun Simiao, who gently supported the guqin and silently picked the timbre.

I don't know how many years I haven't played the strings.

Is it the first time to walk the rivers and lakes with the master to treat diseases and save people?

Or was he rescued by his master, went to southern Xinjiang, and started over?

She couldn't remember anymore.

The strings were plucked, and the sound of the piano came out from Sun Simiao's fingertips, full of vicissitudes of life, and time had passed.

How mysterious the circumstances of life are, and what kind of life would I live without that disaster?

whether they have followed the words of the matchmaker and married someone else; Or Chenghuan's parents are on their knees, so they don't have to be lonely and wander around.

has not practiced for many years, Sun Simiao's piano sound is not exquisite, and few people know the mood in the song.

After the silence was over, he silently returned to his seat.

It was just that a dark gaze fell on her.

Xie Jingchen listened to the jerky but somewhat unique piano sound, and the doubts in his heart were even more than who she was?

After Sun Simiao, Wang Hanyue appeared confidently.

The fingertips are plucked, and the crisp and pleasant sound falls into everyone's ears. It seems that the jade touches each other, which makes people feel refreshed.

Mountains and rivers look for soulmates.

A song of mountains and rivers is a notoriously difficult song to play in ancient times, and Wang Hanyue's interpretation is beautiful and moving, not only the music is smooth, but the meaning of the song is also spread with the music, which makes people intoxicated.

After a piece of piano, the venue was quiet, and everyone was intoxicated by Wang Hanyue's exquisite skills.

Wang Hanyue bowed, and she finally got back the field she had just lost.

Wang Hanyue stepped back and glanced at Xie Jin even more defiantly.

No matter what Xie Jin plays, she will definitely lose. Wang Hanyue touched her jade finger dyed by impatiens juice and thought viciously.

The door of the house is deeply locked in the boudoir, and the battlefield is dry for eternity.

People are born, ambushed on all sides, cautious, like walking on thin ice.

A song of ambush on all sides, expressing Xie Jin's predicament before his rebirth, the Xie family, which seemed to be comfortable and stable, was actually full of holes, and the villain was making trouble, just to give a fatal blow in secret.

Princes and generals, success can make people succeed one after another, but on the way, how many calculations and conspiracies, and how many people's surnames have been stepped on to climb up.

One by one, one by one, Xie Jin's piano sound became more and more urgent, venting the depression in his heart, and just when he played the most moving, Xie Jin's fingertips plucked, and a string was broken.

The slender and sharp strings cut a wound on Xie Jin's fingers, and how could the remnants of the piano without one string complete the next performance.

Everyone looked at Xie Jin, and blood oozed from the wound.

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