This is a sad repertoire, this is a sacred war song, but since she came out of the principality of Oran, traveled thousands of miles, walked through dozens of vassal countries, and even played such a repertoire in the prosperous capital of the world, Pershing City, but it has always been regarded as an ordinary repertoire in which the husband goes out and does not return, and the wife waits hard at home, pouring out the resentment and heartfelt longing of the boudoir, and the so-called fantou song in the teaching workshop, and the song of the girl who marries far away in the Tangnu Ulianghai, there is no essential difference, her repertoire, only a limited number of piano masters in Pershing City can hear the tragic and majestic artistic conception, but still can't feel that sacred charm. As the daughter of a duke who was banished from her family www.biquge.info she used this piece to express her feelings and ambitions, but no one understood.

In terms of technique and charm, she has steadily suppressed all the musicians in Pershing City, because "Song of Notre Dame" can never be on the same level as a rich repertoire such as "Bo Qinhuai", and "Guangling San", which can really defeat this piece, has disappeared forever from the world with the departure of the master of the wind and lightness.

Scores are easy to obtain, techniques are easy to learn, and verve is the most difficult to find.

Elizabeth has already decided, tonight is the last night of her stay in this world-famous city, since there is no one here who can understand her heart, there is no "Guangling San" that can make her look up and worship, so what is she still doing here? The banished princess has long since lost the qualification of the surname Windsor, and can only wander around with the old butler for the rest of her life......

She doesn't even have the right to marry, because Windsor's blood is not allowed to be blasphemed.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel sad and depressed, her technique changed, and the sound of the piano became more and more sad and moving. Even if these people can't hear any real artistic conception, it will not prevent them from being infected by music.

At the end of the song, the height is immediately revealed. The audience was shocked and cheered, and even Zhao Lingfeng couldn't help but admire: "Sure enough, it is worthy of its name! Miss Windsor, at a young age, she can have such a piano power, and her future achievements will be above Master Feng Qingyang." ”

Silver Dust didn't move, didn't applaud, just stared at Elizabeth for a moment, his gaze was very abrupt, so that Elizabeth glared back a little surprised and disgusted, and turned away. Silver Dust looked at her and shook his head a little weakly.

"Impossible, isn't it?A civilized country similar to the so-called British Kingdom described in the terminal of the Karonial civilization?Is there such a coincidence?Or did they obtain the terminal of the Karonial civilization?" Yinchen thought to himself, and immediately rejected his idea, the terminal of the Karonial civilization is absolutely impossible to be mastered by the people of this world. The civilization of this world has not advanced to the point where they can find those ports, and as for directly operating the computer? They don't even have the most basic access rights, so are they just staring at the login screen?

"Since they can't pass through the Canonicle Civilization Terminal, how are they ...... "Silver Dust has always believed that the Mayan civilization will never appear on the Trisolaran planet, and the civilizations in different regions, after excluding the influence of migration and spread, should all be different?

However, the coincidence of fate did not happen clearly.

“ok，letthemgonext.” Elizabeth whispered, without any scheming, to the old butler, and stepped down from the stage, not seeing Silver Dust's face change dramatically when she heard her words.

"Kanonikel language?" Yinchen almost stood up, if it weren't for Zhao Lingfeng's quick hand and his shoulder, he would probably really be regarded as a disciple by others.

Yinchen forced himself to calm down, and the easiest way to calm down was to divert his attention, Yinchen forced himself to look at the old man who slowly came to power, which is said to be appointed by the imperial court, second only to the master of the wind and the light of the family.

"By the way, Zhao Lingfeng, do you know why Xue Wuxian didn't come?" asked Yinchen.

"Xue Wuxian?" Zhao Lingfeng didn't react for a while.

"Xue Wuxian of the Divine Sword Gate, isn't it rumored that the qin and sword are both perfect?" Yinchen said casually, forcing himself not to consider the history of the language development of the Principality of Oulan, he himself felt that it was just a coincidence, after all, the two empires in the north and south of the Wind Source Continent were still using the "Ancient Gabroyl Standard Language (i.e., Chinese)", and it didn't seem surprising that another prophecy system similar to the ancient Gabroyle world appeared, right?

"I don't know? Maybe it's because of the mess up last month?" Zhao Lingfeng said: "But sir, even if he comes, he can't stand up to anything, right? His piano method is still ranked after the wind is light, after all, he is not a professional in the piano method, and he is just a little famous in the rivers and lakes. It can be seen that even people in the system like Zhao Lingfeng don't have a very high evaluation of Xue Wuxian.

"I guess it may be that the court will not send the head of the Divine Sword Sect to prison in such a hurry, after all, the interior of the Divine Sword Sect is far from being integrated, and many people have thoughts. Yinchen analyzed coldly, and didn't listen to what the old man was playing on the stage.

The two of them were silent, and they didn't know what to continue talking about, after all, they came here today purely to relax and rest.

The old man's music is really tight, skillful, and even shows off a very difficult skill, but there is no skill, but there is no charm, Yinchen listens to his music, and feels that it is like an etude.

The old man went down, and there was a faint cheer of etiquette all around. Zhao Lingfeng frowned: ""Tianhua Tribute", an old-fashioned sycophant tune, fortunately he didn't sing it, otherwise the flattery will definitely make people vomit." ”

After the old man went down, Elizabeth didn't care whether other small countries were still performing on stage, so she took the stage again, and compared the old man with a simple song "Ode to Joy".

In the first round, the dignified Southern Empire actually lost completely!

The second round began, and the guests were all staring at the high platform excitedly, and the envoys of several small feudal states who had not yet performed were a little unhappy or anxious, and they were also dissuaded by the staff sent by the imperial court, and did not make trouble. Just as everyone's breathing slowly became heavier, a girl walked out.

It was a 22-year-old woman with black hair, a soft and charming face, a plain and elegant emerald robe, and an ancient piano, her whole person was like a painting of a lady of Gabroyle in ancient times, charming and elegant, subtle and weak, if it weren't for the fact that there was always a slight indifference and ruthlessness on her body, if it weren't for her humble and lowly status as a dusty woman, she would really be a perfect little jasper.

She does not have a down-to-earth and generous temperament, but is extremely subtle and weak. Yinchen's eyes flickered, he knew that this woman was from the Interpretation Sect, and only the woman of the Interpretation Sect had the reputation of being a fan of the piano, and the superb skills that even the royal musicians had to look up to.

She didn't play Guzhen like the old man before, but hugged a pipa, and after she sat down, she was so shy and timidly that she forgot to salute, and raised her hand to play a sad and desolate tune.

The prelude together, everyone present was shocked, it turned out that this woman who seemed to have practiced "The Great Road is Ruthless" was not really ruthless, but accumulated her feelings, exploded at this moment, and exploded through the piano music. Her long, white fingers seemed to be pulling not the strings, but the heartstrings of the people.

"The autumn flowers are bleak, the autumn grass is yellow, and the autumn lights are long and the autumn nights are long.

I have felt that the autumn window is endless, and the wind and rain help the desolation!

How fast does the autumn wind and rain come?

I couldn't bear to sleep with my autumn feelings, and I moved tears and candles to the autumn screen.

The tears and candles are shaking and swaying, and the sorrow and hatred are moving.

Whose autumn courtyard has no wind to enter, and where is there no sound of rain in the autumn window?

Luo Ji is reluctant to resist the autumn wind, and the residual leakage sound urges the autumn rain to be urgent.

The veins were fluttering all night, and it seemed to be accompanied by crying in front of the lamp.

The cold smoke courtyard turned depressed, and the bamboo and empty windows dripped.

I don't know when the wind and rain will stop, and I have taught tears to sprinkle the window screen wet. ”

At the end of the prelude, the first note of the main song fell, and it sounded unexpectedly. The girl's voice is not sharp, but particularly mellow and long, but this round and full "orthodox" voice, coupled with this song from Lin Xuanchen's "Autumn Window Wind and Rain", shows a different kind of sadness.

and Lin Xuanchen's aria of sending people under the fence, about the unknown fate and floating life. This girl's piano music shows a kind of nothingness and disillusionment that has fallen into the dust and lost all support. Her singing voice is not as poignant, soft, and sad as Lin Xuanchen's original words, but it is more dead and desperate. Although her piano music was not played in the wind and rain of the autumn night, but in the colorful early summer, the deep black sadness still moved the audience.

The woman who is graceful and soft, but also helpless, the woman who plays a broken intestine piano song, is none other than the top card in this Yincui Pavilion, Xiao Yinfei.

Her tricks, her charm, are many times better than that old man, but with her current attainments, she still can't compete with Elizabeth.

Because—

At the end of the song, the audience was amazed and cheered, but no matter how much they praised, they couldn't resist Elizabeth's question: "isthisyouroriginalsong?"

Her question was sharply translated by the old butler, and the words were round, and it was not the accent of an old man of Orlan, but like the tone of a native of Pershing City.

Xiao Yinfei, who was about to step down, was stunned, she hesitated for a while before she said: "That's the words of Miss Lin of Chongwangfu, the music composed by the slave family." The young lady of the Lin family in Chongwangfu is peerless, and the slave family does not dare to compare one or two, however, she is the daughter of the boudoir, where is she willing to meet people casually? If you want to try one or two with her, the girl can only find another way. ”

Elizabeth listened, nodded and said, "Sure enough, your tune is so beautiful that even if I speak Orlan's native language, it will be difficult for me to write a sonnet of the same level for a while, but your tune, compared with this word, still lacks some heat and is not perfect." Although her voice is sweet, the pronunciation of the words is still a little reluctant, and the speed of speech is very slow, and it seems that she has not mastered the profound language of the Central Plains.

"I also ask the girl for advice. Xiao Yinfei listened to her words, of course, a little unhappy, but she didn't mean to argue with her, she knew that she was here today, and this holy hand of qin law from afar was really gambling with the rest of her life, the prestige of the holy hand of qin law, in the literati circle, is more intimidating than that of the master of Yuanying.

You don't see that the ten buckets of the holy hands of the painting altar have all retired, and the people in the world will never dare to be disrespectful to him.

Xiao Yinfei definitely didn't have the idea of comparing herself to the Miss Lin family, that girl, in fact, in the literati circle, had already privately circled the position of "Holy Hand of the Poetry Altar" for her, but the unmarried boudoir girl was finally not too public, so she was not canonized by the imperial court's "White Dragon List".

And Xiao Yinfei's dream of being a holy hand of the qin method must be defeated by defeating an active holy hand of the qin method before it can set sail, which is all the reason why she left everything for entertainment today and came here to try her skills.

She knew that if she won her, her future life would be different from the past, and as for the idea of the Central Plains culture defeating the Oulan culture, she still didn't care about it.

And what if she fails? Then she will have to be like other dusty women, and she will have no one to live her life without.

Therefore, she spoke with a little sharp temptation.

In order to defeat this holy hand of qin, you must deeply understand the advantages and flaws of the other party in the fight, and her confrontation with the girl who came from afar has only officially begun at this moment.

Elizabeth nodded, sat down gracefully in the high-backed chair again, and immediately after, a "Hamlet excerpt" completely shocked the audience.

Everyone here, except for Yinchen, no one understood what she was singing, but everyone heard the bloody sorrow of tragedy and revenge, the nobility and holiness of the royal bloodline, and the perfect unity of her song, words, God, and will. The way of the piano method, original or not original does not have any effect, but even if it is a borrowed word, a borrowed song, it must be unified and coordinated with what you play and sing, to achieve mellow beauty, rather than in order to express a certain artistic conception, you blindly pursue gorgeous words, shocking songs, or mysterious artistic conceptions that are difficult to decipher.

"I conceded. After the performance, she smiled softly at Xiao Yinfei, her smile was a little shy in the noble, very cute.