A waiter presented Ashina's character to Gu Che and a few judges, and everyone nodded incessantly, and then, the calligraphy work was held high by the waiter and presented in front of everyone.

Ye Qingyi also glanced at it twice, it was really a good character with delicate strokes and flowing water. Ye Qingyi couldn't help but sigh in her heart, if this Ashina wasn't so stupid, she would really be a talented woman! Oh, that's a pity!

Everyone was amazed by Princess Ashina's calligraphy attainments, and they had a lot of changes to her, but why didn't they see Miss Ye's words? As the daughter of Prime Minister Ye's family, the head of civil officials, few people would have thought that she was not very good at writing.

Just when everyone thought that Miss Ye was going to win by surprise again, Ye Qingyi's words made everyone messy again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this game, as the prince just said, is not comparable, this is also the result of my discussion with the prince, just because...... I'm just not as good as others, but I admit defeat, in terms of calligraphy, I am indeed inferior to Princess Ashina......"

Ye Qingyi said and turned to Ashina, who looked confused, and continued: "The princess's calligraphy, the pen is strong, the atmosphere is extraordinary, I, Ye Qingyi, can't reach the dust, this game, the princess won, congratulations to Her Royal Highness the princess!" ”

Ye Qingyi said it very lightly, as if the person who admits defeat is not himself, but as soon as these words came out, he found a good step for King Yu, who had just been slapped in the face by himself, and went down.

Oh, it turns out that His Royal Highness King Yu is not incomparable, but Ye Qingyi's calligraphy is not good, it is Ye Qingyi who thinks that he can't win Princess Ashina, so there is King Yu's "words without faith", it turns out that they all misunderstood King Yu, it turned out that what happened just now was a misunderstanding, and King Yu has not blamed anyone until now, so everyone was ashamed in their hearts, and sighed at the heart of His Royal Highness King Yu.

Gu Che and other judges, seeing Ye Qingyi admit his shortcomings in front of everyone, admit it so easily and generously, and smile so much, they were also moved by this generosity.

As the saying goes, the inch is long, the ruler is short, and no one is perfect, but to be able to disclose her disadvantages so frankly, this woman's mind must be very open-minded, no wonder she can enter the eyes of King Yu.

Since Ye Qingyi admitted that he had lost, Gu Che had no choice but to announce that in this second competition, Princess Ashina won.

Ashina, who won, couldn't be happy at this time, he planned to win Ye Qingyi with his good calligraphy, but it was like a hard punch on the soft glutinous cotton, which did not arouse the expected sense of accomplishment at all, it was really a win...... Very unpleasant.

Also, what's going on with this group of people, obviously they won, why did everyone, including Hua Junmo, look at Ye Qingyi who lost with appreciation, are they all blind? It's so deceitful.

And Hua Jun Mo at this moment, he has sublimated a new understanding from the melancholy of being warned by Ye Qingyi, as Mu Qian said, flirting and scolding, fighting is love, scolding is love, Yi'er is just now...... There is scolding and love! Otherwise, she is protecting his face at the moment, and she is looking for him to go down the stairs, why?

It turns out that he can still have such a good mood after being scolded, Hua Junmo suddenly has some expectations, when to let Ye Qingyi play a dozen, whether he will be in a better mood, maybe!

Ye Qingyi, who was still honored, and Ashina, who was unhappy in winning, entered the next round of competition.

The third scene, musical instruments!

Coincidentally, Ye Qingyi and Ashina both chose the pipa in this round of competition.

Everyone is very curious, the two who are equally stunning also chose the pipa, but I don't know who will win this competition after they just tied up, this competition is very suspenseful!

And Gu Che made a wonderful request, that is, Ye Qingyi and Ashina will compete at the same time, that is, they will play together, whose style of music can lead another person and move everyone, then whoever wins this game.

As soon as such a request was made, it was approved by everyone.

In the Bright Continent, people fight the piano and music, and often use this kind of competition method, which is both interesting and very challenging, if both sides play well, it will achieve a famous music, but if there is a gap between the two sides, then one party will unconsciously follow the other side, or withdraw directly because they can't keep up, and the victory or defeat is self-defeating.

Two beauties from the city, bewitching in blue, innocent in pink, one left and one right, half holding the pipa and half covering their faces, sitting at both ends of the competition room, are in a state of readiness.

Ashina took the lead in pronunciation, she played a song similar to "high mountains and flowing water", the string sound was crisp like a small stream of water, instantly bringing people into the breeze and the beautiful scenery of the stream, Ye Qingyi and Ashina's beat, also plucked the strings, but Ye Qingyi's piano sound, more vigorous and powerful, such as the thunder of the mountain window, a lightning, a thunderbolt, followed by a noisy cut miscellaneous, as if the torrential rain of the mountain stream frantically whipped on the oily plantain, full of explosive and stunning tension, pushed the originally tactful tune to the first climax.

Seeing that Ye Qingyi had stolen the limelight, Ashina hurriedly recovered it strongly, and smoothly reversed the style of the song at the end of Ye Qingyi's big string sound, the wind stopped and the rain was light, and Ashina's piano sound was soothing like a drizzle, moistening his heart.

Suddenly, Ye Qingyi's dazzling voice rose gently, like a yellow warbler foraging after the rain, the tactful and crisp call, mixed with the sound of a few drops of rain falling into the clear stream, there was a special interest in the movement.

Everyone was deeply intoxicated by the two masters, in the first round, in the ingenious cooperation of you and me, they sighed that these two were both pipa masters, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

Ashina Qin met the opponent, and was also very excited and hardworking, seeing that Ye Qingyi surpassed himself again, playing the conductor's hand, Hong Yan sent affection, desolate and sad like a girl who lost her sweetheart, lonely in the mountains and wilderness, and placed her affection in the scenery, as if telling her infinite depression in her heart.

Such a poignant voice couldn't help but make everyone frown, and they all felt pity.

And at this time, Ye Qingyi's strings went sideways, and he didn't follow this misery, a high voice, followed by dozens of short tones, as if a horse galloped from far and near, with the girl's sweetheart, instantly dispelled the poignant, and the music turned brisk and delicate, like the murmur of a lover, which made people happy, and also made the audience present happy.

Ashina, who couldn't get the heart of his beloved, couldn't see the joy of Ye Qingyi's concubine.

So, she also went off the rails, the four strings were concurrent, and the sound of cracking silk sounded abruptly, tearing that joy apart in an instant.

And this abrupt sound gave Ye Qingyi a revelation, and the sound of iron riding broke the tranquility after the rain, and also tore the hearts of lovers who relied on each other.

The pipa rhyme is ancient, a song of wind and thunder, Jin Ge Iron Horse Voice, a good man leaves home to fight on the battlefield, leaving a poignant woman looking forward to returning.

Ye Qingyi introduced the famous song ambush on all sides, with the scene of the two of them playing together, his expression was slightly condensed, turning a fierce battle into string sounds, such as the beginning of a strong wind, and like a storm crashing on the shore, between the ten fingers flying, the grand and tense scene came to the surface, like a fierce battle between the two armies, without giving everyone any buffer time.

And this increasingly high-pitched style of music instantly crushed the euphemistic tunes that Ashina is good at, Ashina wanted to keep up with Ye Qingyi's rhythm, but found that the tune was integrated, and there was no "gap" that could let herself get in, she could only follow Ye Qingyi's tune, and the suppressed ones were almost silent.

At this moment, Ye Qingyi was completely immersed in a golden iron horse and a magnificent war, and he had no intention of paying attention to the reactions of his opponent and everyone, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was selfless.

The pipa transmits the heart, the heart is towards Ye Qingyi, who is on the battlefield, and the strings under his hands flow naturally, and the sound of this song moves the heavens and the earth, the house collapses and the wall falls, the war is everywhere, and the enemy's iron horses and crossbows are raging and ......, everyone hears it, and they are all afraid and crying......

Then, the sound gradually gathered from scattered, from small to loud, from slow and urgent, creating a scene of war drums ringing in unison, soldiers shouting, and generals going to battle.

When the high tide came, the two armies were in close arms, the sound of swords suddenly rose, the shouts were intertwined, and everyone followed the sound quickly, nervous and excited. Ye Qingyi's fingertips, the fingers of various pipas, played alternately, creating the tragic scene of life and death as if it were immersive.

At this moment, those generals and soldiers who have participated in the war only feel that their blood is spurting, their bodies are tense, and even their foreheads are faintly oozing sweat, and many people have closed their eyes, feeling that their souls have leaped to the fierce battlefield, and are fighting to the death with a powerful enemy.

Suddenly, Ye Qingyi paused, pressed all the trembling strings, and the scene of the fierce battle came to an abrupt end, and then, a high, victory horn sounded, finally, victory! The sound of triumph sounded, and in the eyes of everyone, there seemed to be a grand occasion of the three armies returning to the dynasty in a great victory.

Just when Ye Qingyi snapped his fingers, there were a few extremely discordant tones, naturally he couldn't keep up with the rhythm for a long time, and was severely suppressed by the tune of the ambush on all sides, messing up his mind and discipline.

Just these few abrupt sounds, pulling those souls who were deeply trapped in the joy of triumph and didn't want to come out, made them forced to play for a few seconds, just these few seconds, but it seemed to be a public anger, everyone's eyes were like knives, and they flew towards Ashina, forcing her to stop playing.

And Ye Qingyi changed the style of music at this time.

From the joy of triumph, it slowly melted into a trace of sorrow, like a hymn, like an elegy, majestic and tragic, miserable and tactful, and can't help but remind people of those soldiers who died on the battlefield.

The strings slowly fell, Ye Qingyi's low and sad voice sounded, and an ancient style song blurted out: "Plain wrapped in red makeup and looking forward to Lang Return, how many white-haired children are far away." The family letter is estimated by a thousand gold, and the people of Guotai are dry. The wild geese wailed and flew at night, and the old and young were full of tears. The king prays to the gods and Buddhas without sleep, helping my three armies to show their might. ”

This shocking song, this tragic song, this poignant words, infinitely remembering the people who triumphed in the war but did not return, all make people feel emotional, at this moment, during the banquet, there have been countless men with wet eyes, countless women sobbing lowly, especially those generals who are easy to show emotions, a few people can't help but howl.

As the saying goes, men don't flick when they have tears, those soldiers who have sprinkled blood but never shed tears on the battlefield, facing the enemy's butcher's knife, are now touched by the deep pain in their hearts, and they are like children who are sad and wailing.

At this moment, there was no one in the audience who felt that they were rude.